#rubycaped

skepticism colors the cat’s features. the way she turns her head is owlish, each step a long stride, each click of a heel consistent promise.

“because—“ head turns again, body briefly with it, jaunty, to and away like a reed in the wind, “—i don’t share your kink for doing things the hard way.”

hand raises to caress a cheek, leaning in obnoxiously. grin flickers to life on dimpled cheeks and the cat’s alive, alight, ochre-chestnut eyes shimmering, a lake in golden dawn.

“so how about the easy way?”

behind her, the door creaks open, her other hand expertly flicking a claw into a lock to pick it so cleanly it’s almost invisible. she winks, tilts her head.

When Sofia fills a room, the crowd parts for her presence. In the age old adage of whether it's better to be respected or feared, she has only achieved the latter. Fear. It's the wide look in people's eyes. It's the sour taste on their skin. It's the tremble of their bones. She struts nearer and they scatter, some not as subtle as the others. She embraces the reaction, because what else is there for her to do? They all think she is a murderess, all think she is more than capable of taking life in the grasp of her hands and ending it. Sofia allows them to think it. No more crying like a lost little girl about her innocence. No one cares. Why should she, anymore?

@rubycaped asked: ‘ here, let me help you. ’

Holding the focus she’d kept on the far unlighted wall, distancing herself from the sharp sting needling beneath the wound beneath the torn shoulder of her FBI windbreaker, Alex let out a short, clipped exhale through her nose.

Gotham, as she'd had long come to realise, had been everything the rumors said and so much more: a city overflowing with the kind of chaos and disorder that could only be attributed to the horrors that lurked in the thick smog of its seedy, sprawling underbelly, and its vast moral greying; A far - reaching convolution of darkness and deception and corruption, inhabited still by those willing to help.

@rubycaped said: ❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜

❛ I thought it was for the best, ❜ arrives Diana's weak excuse. The truth is that it hurt marginally less if she was the one who did the avoiding. You see, ever since her fingers had wrapped around Maxwell Lord's neck and snapped it, she hasn't been the most popular League member around. ❛ Superman is disappointed in me. And your cousin.... ❜ She pauses, the hurt so thick in her voice that you could cut it with a knife. Maybe she wishes Bruce would simply hate her. Instead, it is like he is disgusted with her. He won't look her in the eye, and frankly, Diana is terrified of what she would find reflected back at her. Why should Kate be any different?

One of her high heels broke, so she tossed the classy shoes down a trasher near the restaurant. The woman overly made up strode in the place, bare foot with her fishnets with bigger holes than it should, a furry - but fake - coat dangling around her shoulders. Her lips bruised, a black eye was slowly making its way to her beautiful blue look.

hot takes. | @rubycaped

Default femshep is ugly.

It's the fact that they didn't give her a face model, and then also caked on a shit ton of eye make up. She has extreme uncanny valley vibes, and I wish they had had someone to base the face model on (like default mshep at least has a real life face model, even if his eyes are bugged out in some scenes).

she was looking forward to meeting up with her after the show. she was thoroughly impressed by the woman in front of her, but not only that she was interested to get to know her. was she surprised she was interested in getting to know cora as well? a little, but despite her nerves, cora expected the evening to go well.