If I’m quiet
- I’m plotting.
- I’m lurking.
- I’m making icons.
- I’m too tired.
- I’m trying to do drafts and probably not succeeding.
- I’m making up other accounts/or are on another account.
- I’m reading fanfics and I can’t stop.
- I’m trying to have a normal life, is it working? To be decided.
Reblog if you’re a Teen Titans roleplayer to be put in a masterlist.
The neon bolt barely grazed his fleeing form, though the heat — and the sudden loss of the bag as a counterbalance — threw off his balance; he teetered to the side, stumbling ungracefully but remaining upright.
He halted abruptly — at the mouth now — pivoting, his cape billowing with the movement.
Surely enough, there it lay — cinders and all, ashen flakes drifting with the wind.
Several thoughts streaked through his mind in a matter of seconds. Not a loss — the money had not been the goal, he had enough, though a little dessert topper would not have gone amiss; the purse, designer or not, clashed terribly with his eyes. All that money gone to waste, though — necessary or not, he might have invested that into an upgrade to his xenothium scanner (improving the range and accuracy), or a new cape (there was an experimental, improved spandex-nomex weave on the black market).
Oh crap, now I’ve got a pissed off Tamaranean to deal with.
Ah, that. Possibly the most pressing matter of the moment.
And if he took an inadvertent step back upon facing those crackling eyes — that razor-edged grin — then could you blame him, really?
You’re not losing it now. Outwardly, he braced his arms before him and lowered his centre of gravity. “So,” he said, the effort of maintaining a casual air almost taxing now, “that’s a definite no on the date.”
I can’t keep going like this. I’ll run out of xenothium.
So I’d better make it count. Into one closed fist, he unloaded two flash bombs; into the other, three pellets of carmine goo. A tinny beep in his ear alerted him to the lack of fuel in his belt.
— his hands a blur, he tossed first the flash bombs, then the pellets, then fired an electrified X at Blackfire’s stomach area in quick succession — then hopped back out of the alley without sparing a glance to consider whether the attacks had landed. His feet pounded the sidewalk almost frantically, his eyes firmly locked onto — aha! — a manhole cover.
He burst it with a small explosion and dropped into the sewer.
She was waiting for it.
And Blackfire neatly avoided the stinging X with a harsh push from her feet and into the air. The red projectile smacked harshly on the brick wall behind her and even cracked the stones with a blunt indent. The Tamaranean didn’t pay it any mind though as her eyes narrowed on the fluttering of Red X’s cape that descended into the sewer.
"Oh, ew—!!” Blackfire blanched and stood directly over the stinking whole, refusing to even think about chasing him in that kind of setting.
"Well, it’s definitely a "no" if you don’t take a shower after that." The flirtatious comment slipped from her lips without hesitation. But, she knew that their little battle was ending here. The goods had been lost and with her target swimming with disgusting, watery waste—
"Like hell I’m going down there; I’m not that desperate for a playmate. But, you do owe me pizza and a rematch, thief. And I’m holding your hot ass to it.”
only one class today yayyyyy ! replies in like… two or three hours
↝☼↝ “Yeah, if you like under 60 degree weather.”
"What’s wrong with a little breeze? Plus, the sun is shining enough where it feels just right; Earth Springs aren’t as bad as I thought they’d be."
"It’s such a nice day.”
i have an art project due tomorrow, so i’m gonna do that while watching detective conan movies.
that’s the plan for the night. you guys behave while i’m gone ok? /skips away
cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now