𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖑 𝕽𝖔𝖙𝖍 — Parody

Are people still around here in DC??

{Meditating in the sanctuary of her room.}

I'm not sure a book could block out everything right now...

brothers are right... And father. Maybe if I gave into the side of me I keep fighting - I won't be so... 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬."

The 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨... And I'm still just as week as I was as a teenager. What's the fucking point? It's disgusting. I'm better than this. And yet -"

With a sigh of defeat she leaned against the brick surrounding the window to the safehouse, sitting her head against it with eyes falling shut. "Maybe my ~

darkened streets of Blühaven. "You're nervous about it. I can feel it. Just like I felt the last bit of hope Gar had breaking when I went through my portal... Dick's pity."

Closing her eyes on the painful memories, her fingers tightened against her upper arms. "All that work... All the meditation.~

keep herself held together. Not that her arms could contain the demonic form of herself. As it was the violet ends of her hair were slowly being overtaken by ebony signifying the loss in balance she was experiencing.

A few steps toward the window and violet hues lifted to look out at the ~

what little I used it to clean that glass up. I can feel it trying to take back over. Like whatever Spectre did chipped the prison and the darkness is seeping out..."

The pain in her voice was raw, she was vulnerable. Moving to a stand, her arms wrapped around her chest in a feeble attempt to ~

few emotions leaving a sour taste on her tongue. Shame creeped across defined features, and she turned her head away from Jason. The earlier attempt at mockery was buried beneath the guilt now.

"I could have healed it... If - I'm not sure what they done to me. I can't control 𝘪𝘵 right now. Even ~

"Maybe Tim..." She allowed in a distracted tone, inspecting the bandaged wound with a delicate fingertip tracing along the edge of the bandaging.

There wasn't much on her mind in the moment of the way of good. The last few hours were replaying in the back of her head with echoes of Terra's last ~

his knee. "What if I go with you? It'll take half the time, and you won't be worrying about Dick missing something in your area if he covers."

His words had her frowning softly while leaning forward to lay her cards down to the coffee table. "Jason... you're still human - you need it, even if it's less than average."

Sitting back up, she turned to glance diwn at his sleep riddled bitonal gaze with a hand resting to the top of ~

"Wake you up?" She lifted a brow at the idea before holding her hand out flat, waving the other to send the cards shuffling back into the flat of her palm. "When you rarely sleep as it is? Pft... Sure." She scoffed lazily.

"I don't know... Close to midnight, I think. Somewhere to be?"

She was completely unphased while the mere hint of a smile tugged at her lips. "Well, your feet are occupying the table. And this seemed to work rather well."

She's just casually stacking cards on top of @onbrokenwings.bsky.social's chest while he naps.

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"There's nothing like killing someone to make you feel alive."

Independent Semi-Canon Portrayal of Slade Joseph Wilson A.K.A Deathstroke The Terminator

Multiverse/OC Friendly

8+ years writing

Written by Gray / Royal

Actively looking for mains

She's just going to be curling up on the couch with her headphones on to relax.

"Oh?" Don't mind her phasing into the ground beneath them with a haze of ebony and violet light before her soul self rushed back up behind him to knock him forward before slowly reappearing to levitate back up out of the ground.

"What do distractions do?"

"Well, that's a bold statement." She's giving a bored pout. "Aren't we supposed to be on the same side? Or does bad news travel fast?"

I'd rather not. Can I just go further down instead?

// Everyone ran so fast -

than Beast Boy." The tongue lapping out at me had me turning my head to the side with a short laugh.

Moving to place her back down, my arms crossed back at my chest as I stood up again. "I might... hang around. A-at least till I find a place. If you're sure it won't be an issue."

The gesture had me genuinely cracking a smile as the dog hopped down to rush and attack the flair of my jeans with a playful growl. I'd admit, I might have let her get the win just so I could pluck her up and smirk tiredly at her. "Look at that... five minutes, and you're already better trained ~

𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘐'𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺.

x Tree Slayer
x Half-Sister of Caroline Forbes
x #bskyRP #BTVSRP #TVDRP
x Crossover Friendly
x Ships W/ Chemistry
x 21+ MDNI
x Triggering Themes Reader's Discretion is Advised

— 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 #𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐤

levitate with ebony and violate waves swaddling them making them dance through the air to fall into the trash can in the corner.

"This place is cleaner than I remember it being. Finally sprung for a maid?"

in her lap. "I'll stay with you... But don't let it go to your head, Dork. Bludhaven can't handle two inflated egos. Though, I think I may have deflated Dick's a few inches tonight." With a roll of her eyes, she was looking off to where the glass had shattered earlier before the pieces began to ~

It was something she was convinced of, and if she had to guess, it was probably apart of Spectre's plan, or even ultimately Slade's and Trigon's. Isolate her from the family she had chosen to drive her back to the one she'd abandoned.

With a light squeeze to his leg, her hand withdrew to settle ~

change that." She sighed.

Her hand that had fallen from chasing the tears moved to smooth across the top of his knee, drawing her attention down to it before lifting it back up to meet his eyes. "But you didn't see the way Cyborg and Beast Boy looked at me. They - They won't want me back, Jason." ~