// hi guys <3 been going through a lot of mental challenges but the blog isn’t dead. just incredibly slow and thank you for your patience. it might keep up with this pace for a bit but i’m going to gradually reply to threads/asks.

i may have to stop some threads too so i’m not overwhelmed, sorry about that 👏

     // i might start off with small replies or short open starters getting back into the groove of things. time just seems to go so fast during the days? i blink and suddenly a week has passed. 

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     // hi everyone! it’s been about a month since i was properly active on here. i’ve been dealing with irl and mental stuff, so i really want to get things going again. it’ll be slow, but i’m NOT dead. just getting back into the swing of things <3

                                     be 𝓅𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓉𝑒

                                    be 𝑒𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉

                                    have a plan to ｋｉｌｌ everyone you meet

     { ⛓ } – OH. POOR BOY SCOUT. The incomprehension towards his existence was nothing new, but every reaction spanning worlds and realities never CEASED to entertain the confidence and pride in Laughs’ transformed visage - and mind. That an effortless SMILE fatigued those once considered comrades, and a LAUGH could nauseat and seduce the bile from one’s belly. Peripheral gazing upon the man of steel in all his glory, the sickeningly wide grin of the former vigilante spread inhumanly, merrily stretching the muscles until they threatened to SEVER. Temptation singed his thoughts, if only to give Superman something to really flinch at, but Laughs withheld.

Answering the other’s distressed approach, the Man Who Laughs gradually circled him, relatively harmless in his gestures, as if merely conversing with a friend. “ Yes. It’s me, Clark. I remember you always telling me I should smile more, really ENJOY life. So now I am. ” An intentional pause accompanied his explanation, before he tilted his head downward, “ – Rather, MY Clark always suggested the idea, right before I forced he and his son to kill each other, including dear Lois. ” Spoken with EXCITEMENT dripping in his tone, maliciousness towards Clark wasn’t veiled this time, as subtle huff of a giggle climbed in his throat.

“ Funnily enough, it happened right where we’re standing. ”

The voice had barely finished speaking before Clark had taken off in the direction of the Watchtower. When Batman called with such resolution, he would never ignore it, especially when there were lives in danger. He’d made it in good time, very good time.

“Bruce, I came as quickly as…” Clark’s voice faltered, uncertainty creeping into the usual confident cadence. It took his brain a fraction of a second to catch up with his eyes. Pupils registered the difference in appearance, but there was a disconnect between the visual receptors and acceptance of what he was seeing. They’d sounded so like Bruce and had convinced ears that knew and recognised sound and individual inflection better than most. Who was this?

Refraining from doing anything rash, Clark appeared as non-hostile as he could, although he was ready to counter if anything got physical. For all he knew, this was Bruce, his Bruce, and he was reaching out for his friend’s help. He sincerely hoped this was the case, as anything else meant extreme trouble.

“B-Bruce?”

◤(un)popular opinion; i’m not really a fan of muses who pull the ‘i’m not afraid of you, lol’ card with dangerous or powerful muses when they are being threatening ( or even if they appear humble or cute but are full of power ). if it wasn’t for being called god modding, i’m 700% sure these more powerful muses would have, could have, should have killed another muse if they persistently irritate them. especially if the offending character is a run of the mill human. unless your muse has dealt with similar monsters/menacing personalities/dangerous situations - try not to antagonize deadly muses to the point of obvious rage knowing the writer can’t really write them killing your muse even though that is completely in their nature to do so.

which tragic character from ancient greek literature are you?

MEDEA you are medea from from the argonautica by apollonius and medea by euripides. you are ambitious, ruthless, and unforgiving in getting what you want, and unapologetic in your self-preservation. the truth is, you have let your romantic ideals get the better of you before, and time and time again you have had to relearn how to build up those walls and thorns that guard it. the only person who can protect you is yourself, and you have learned that the hard way. sometimes stoking that fire of hate and anger in your heart hurts more than whatever you're fighting against.

stolen from: @svpe​​ tagging: you

     // does a little jig. hi i’m around! i have 5 asks and 10 drafts to get to! hope everyone is having a good day/night!

STARTER for @nightvow​​​

    { ⛓ } – Plans were going SWIMMINGLY among his jurisdiction – however they’d only just begun the devastation wrought throughout the globe. The World’s Finest were promptly nestled as batteries upon their arrival, and the Dark Knights reigned FREE. Escaped from an underbelly that damned their mere existence, and unfiltered glee possessed the Lieutenant of Barbatos’ army to SIT and admire the handiwork. There was still much work to be done, but adoration for the coming destruction nursed him into a state of content, allowing the other Bat’s a momentary respite to see the real world for how it was. UNTAINTED by a predestined fate like theirs, though, perhaps that’s why the One Who Laughs found it LACKING in certain areas.

THE EARTH they’d clawed their way into required a drastic change, but not the sort civilians expected, and whilst kneeling down to capture the imagery of the city from up high, an enthusiastic breath of relief escaped the leather-clad individual. “ I did say it’s a lot brighter up here. Full of hopes and dreams, hiding the monsters they fear under the rug. ” A triumphant smirk spread across Laughs’ face, and without turning towards his costumed associate he suggested – or rather, commanded, “ Let’s remove that rug, Dawnbreaker. ”

@symbolburdened​​​  ||   ❝  no.  you’re wrong !  this is just some sick joke .  you’re lying !  ❞  

     { ⛓ } –  SPREADING FALSEHOOD was for those who had something to HIDE, and bare, unadulterated terrors lay weaved throughout the truth. Children believed in monsters skulking about within the darkness, but refused to acknowledge the more logical realities outside of their creativity. Jonathan was no exception to the rule – once the facts were unearthed, and the being of Batman’s FEARS merely supped on that reaction, delighted in the boy’s ignorance, as it made it all the more FUN to taunt him with. To PROVOKE. It didn’t matter the universe, that child never changed, nor learned.

CLARK’S INFLUENCE. An advantageous fact that strung the corners of deranged, reddened lips upwards, smile even more prevalent throughout confident features. Like Father, like son, and Laughs held both arms out by his sides to offer an arrogant shrug – acknowledging Superboy’s fruitless attempt to decipher the One Who Laughs. DELUSIONAL negation shifted power to the former vigilante, growing indiscriminately until he stepped up to the boy, the distance shortening between them. However, he maintained a radius, assuredly enough that a certain ORE couldn’t effect Jonathan as he spoke up, “ Never seen black kryptonite, have you? ” 

The SOURCE of Superman, Superboy’s and Supergirl’s inevitable, and grotesque demise back on his world. An object invented purely to subjugate a Kryptonian’s conscience, and contort them into murderous savages. To the point they KILLED one another, and one Lois Lane within the crossfire. A fond memory, but attention returned to the youth, as a hand withdrew into Laughs’ jacket, throwing caution to the wind. “ A good detective needs proof of the crime. Let me introduce you, Jon. ” The madman hummed with jovial intent, and fished out a blackened piece of kryptonite within an alabaster grip. 

DANGER emanated from the item alone, and the stone was twirled amidst fingers, entertained by the circumstance he’d forced Jonathan into. A threatening gesture, as a nail tapped against the surface of the object. “ I always carried a piece of kryptonite on me as Batman in the case of an emergency. Should Clark, or one of you lose your way. Some things don’t change. Heh. ”

// HELLO i’m actually on today and gonna get to stuff! as such i’m thinking i might offer my discord to certain mutuals. we’ll see, but i’m trying to move out of my social anxiety <3

|| BATMAN WHO LAUGHS MOODBOARD || i’m no good at these but gave it a try. general vibe i’m trying to get with this guy. <3 

                        I want the WORLD to know,

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