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❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜ brad n harley lalalala

lost the pompt. oops.

she knows. always knows. not like she could be stopped, peppering kisses across her friends' faces regardless. but his is a special target, alight beneath the moon and fireworks. not real ones, magic ones, just for her. the top of the abandoned ferris wheel creaks when they swing a little in the wind, and harley doesn't feel any fear.

only joy. she doesn't need to be this high in the air for brad to give her butterflies, what with all his chaos. everything she loves with none of the hate: he's fun, impulsive, not afraid. but he doesn't leash her, just holds her hand. trusts her to come bakc when she runs away. trusts her to only bite if the bark isn't enough.

trusts her. brad trusts her. harley can count on one hand how many people trust her these days.

the fireworks are on the inside now / a circus in her chest, cheering and drumming. she is a cacophony ! of laughter, of love. she swings her arms around his shoulders and BATHES his face in marks, lipstick that never seems to run out. forehead, cheek, nose, temple, everywhere but----

&&. one planted directly on his lips, sweet, syrupy, overwhelming. she thinks she hears music around them for a second, then she lets him go.

" ain't that s'upposed t'be my line, pretty boy ? "

sweeping   sângeros   with   a   single   look,   smile   never   wavers,   even   standing   before   the   counter.   senses   catch   a   whiff——   faint   lingering   attachment——   equal   parts   magic.   neat,   worth   mulling   over   for   the   challenge   of   it   (   but   far   less   important   to   him   than   this. )   he   slips   a   ring   off   gloved   finger,   a   silver   band   etched   with   symbols,   the   faintest   glow   lingering   in   engravings   like   dimming   lights.   dim,   weak,   dying.

❛   ciao, bella   !   lookin'   for   a   ring   like   this   one.   brighter   though.   uh,   hot   to   the   touch.   whispers   a   bit   when   you   wear   it.   ❜   sometimes   secrets,   sometimes   lies   about   the   stock   market.   really   depends   on   the   day.   ❛   figured   it   could've   ended   up   in   a   place   like   this.   pawned   off,   probably.   seen   anything   like   that,   love?   ❜ 

@amcssing | starter call

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 actual magic to walk through the front door. It's a lucky thing she's seldom caught unawares by it, given her own magical ability. Even if she didn't have that though, she can smell it on this one. Light- repressed, maybe?- but real.

"Welcome to Sângeros," she hums, perking up slightly from her position at the counter. Her long nails tap a quick beat against the back of her phone case, and then she casts a quick look around- a couple of vanilla wicca girls, more aesthetic than dedication, Nico in the stacks... nothing to worry about.

"What can I help ya find?"

【 @metanoen , magik to cass | 'Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?' | bg3 party banter , accepting.

gotham   streets   don't   look   any   kinder   from   above,   a   place   where   no   angels   dare   tread,   a   den   of   crime.   a   gentle   breeze   brings   no   leaves,   only   litter,   and   a   chill   with   the   scent   of   filth.   it's   home   [...]   where   people   she   cares   for   stay,   more   than   enough   to   dawn   the   cowl,   to   protect   and   save   /   to   risk   life   and   limb   once   more.   mask   sits   drawn   up,   only   revealing   lips,   only   enough   to   drink   and   eat.   usually   alone,   usually   with   steph——   although   [...]   maybe   blondes   were   drawn   to   them   in   some   strange,   cosmic   sort   of   way.   same   hair   color,   far   from   the   same.

magik,   something   sits   about   her,   something   harsh   &.   craggy.   like   stone   polished   smooth   yet   edges   going   unworn,   unseen   until   it   cuts   (   and   cuts   deep.   )   steph's   loud,   quick-witted,   funny.   magik   [...]   a   bit   quieter,   quick-witted   at   times,   a   little   less   funny.   jokes   often   coming   with   a   more   deadpan   edge,   still,   quite   clever.   still,   quite   funny.   [...]   just   like   others,   cass   knows   a   survivor——   a   fighter——   those   carving   out   paths   themselves.   some   with   capes   and   cowls   while   hers   done   with   ethereal   sword.   (   wants   to   touch   it,   hard   to   ask   if   she   can.   )

scrutiny   [...]   truth.   words   were   far   from   lies,   spoken   with   conviction,   without   masking.   it's   the   shifting   of   weight,   the   alertness   to   small   changes,   the   subtle   lean   off   rooftop   to   see   further——   signs   of   hunting.   jason.   she   reminds   them   of   jason,   sometimes   wild,   sometimes   kind,   carrying   burdens.   burger   wrapper   balls   itself   in   fist,   thrown   off   the   edge   into   a   trashcan   below,   no   littering.   too   much   already.   a   small   detour,   that   should   be   enough,   always   enough   if   lives   are   saved.

❛   docks,   ❜   she   decides,   a   quick   affirmation.   ❛   don't   fall   behind.   ❜   it's   not   stern   [...]   in   fact,   it's   a   light   taunt.   only   picked   up   by   those   close,   only   given   to   those   same   people,   a   peek   beneath   cowl   soon   drawn   down   &.   nimble   frame   flung   from   rooftop.   falling,   falling——   swinging   from   building   to   building   with   grapple   line,   knowing   other   could   easily   follow   close   behind. 

if you write with my canons I’m sorry you’re doomed by my fickle muse because sometimes they speak to me and sometimes; they do not LMAO

SUPERMAN AND KRYPTO Superman (2025)

tag dump. ( 2/??? )

art of thane done by my twin @noatherics ! finally giving it a proper home.

tag dump. ( 1/??? )

I'M CRYING, LOOK AT CLARK'S FACE WHEN LOIS GETS KRYPTONIAN POWERS

CLARK KENT IS THE REIGNING CHAMP OF BEING LOIS LANE'S #1 FAN THAT IS A MAN THAT IS ABSOLUTELY OVER THE MOON THAT HIS WIFE IS SO COOL AND STRONG AND AWESOME HE IS SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW JUST WATCHING HER THIS IS THE BEST OF OF HIS LIFE

flicking back and forth between blogs rn but inbox call ! give this a like i'll either send smth from your memes tag or make something mysellf. specify if you wanted from a certain muse.