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/ ceebee + spec..
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sinfulsitter
Velatrix was very obviously drunk.
Not in the loud, stumbling way most people were. No—she looked composed, which somehow made it infinitely worse. Her eyeliner was slightly smudged, her coat hung half off one shoulder, and there was the unmistakable sway of someone whose body had stopped negotiating properly with gravity twenty minutes ago.
She leaned heavily against the bar beside the other woman, staring at her for a long moment before speaking.
“You,” Velatrix decided aloud, pointing lazily with the hand holding her drink, “are either incredibly pretty or I’m reaching a medically concerning level of intoxication.”
A beat passed.
“…Could be both.”
Without waiting for a response, she slid into the seat beside her with all the confidence of someone who had never once considered the possibility of being unwelcome.
“I also think,” she continued thoughtfully, squinting at her now, “that you look like you could ruin my life.” Another sip of her drink. “Which, statistically, means I’m going to like you immediately.”
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[@sinfulsitter] / chaos and chaos go hand in hand, no? teehee.. Jaye stared at her for a long moment , taking another slow swig from the bottle before letting out a rough , low chuckle. “ Dangerous ? ” she repeated , leaning heavier against the woman’s shoulder instead of backing off. “ Babe , that’s probably the nicest damn thing anybody’s said to me all week. ” A crooked smirk tugged at her lips as she tipped her head back slightly , humming under her breath. “ Oh, c’mon , ” she scoffed , voice rough. “ You’re sittin’ in some shitty bar flirtin’ with me at . . . ” She paused , narrowing her eyes toward the clock she clearly couldn’t focus on. “ . . . late. Real late. ” A lazy laugh escaped her as she shook her head. “ You’re already halfway into making bad decisions , and honestly ? I kinda like that about you. ” Her gaze lingered , half-lidded and amused. “ Hell , I think I like you already , babe. ” Another beat passed before her grin widened just slightly. “ Question is . . . would you actually stop me ? ”
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@redops / I LOVE this dynamic already Velatrix stared at her for a second after that little speech, clearly trying to process it through the pleasant haze of alcohol poisoning and poor impulse control. Then she barked out a laugh. “Oh, you are dangerous,” she muttered approvingly, leaning closer until her shoulder bumped against Jaye’s. “Slurring your threats, bragging about your body count, trying to pick up strange women in bars…” A pause. “You’re basically a walking bad decision.” Her eyes dragged slowly over her afterward, entirely unashamed about it. “And for the record,” Velatrix added, voice dropping lower with lazy amusement, “I don’t think you could take me home.” She lifted her drink, pointing it vaguely toward her. “I think you’re drunk enough to try, though. Which is honestly hotter.” A crooked smirk tugged at her mouth as she leaned back in her chair again. “C’mon, sweetheart,” she drawled. “Sell it better. If you’re gonna ruin my life, at least put some effort into the pitch.”
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[@sinfulsitter] Jaye had been drinking too , just as buzzed as the other — maybe even worse , honestly. Her stormy gray eyes dragged lazily over Velatrix as she tried to keep her focus steady , though the room had started doing that annoying little spin every few seconds. Whatever. It was the weekend. Getting wasted was practically mandatory at this point. “ Think I’m gonna take that as a compliment , ” she muttered with a crooked chuckle , tipping the rest of her drink back before setting the glass down a little too hard against the table with a loud thunk. She barely noticed. “ Look at you . . . ” she slurred , leaning back in her seat as she pointed vaguely in their direction. “ You ain’t too bad yourself. Actually , nah — you’re pretty damn hot. ” A hiccup interrupted her before she laughed under her breath , rough and low. “ Could probably take you home tonight if I wanted to . . . ” she mused , eyes narrowing with drunken amusement. “ But I won’t . . . Thi in’ your life sounds way more fun. ” Her smirk tugged wider , all cocky confidence and bad decisions. “ Wouldn’t even be the first time. Got a whole list already if you wanna be added to it. ”
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gentledeath-
/ / take all the time that you need >3 if you feel like you need a break from this app, then you do what is right for you
gentledeath-
/ / please take care of yourself!/please look after yourself <3 be kind to yourself/be gentle with yourself! you are important, you matter, you are loved, people care about you, etc. your wellbeing & your mental health is important & matters also! i hope that you’re alright <3 feel better soon, lovely <3 take care >3
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veganfangz
“Hey! come on, it’ll be fun. Who doesn’t like shopping!”
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[@veganfangz] / didn’t realize that i accidentally unfollowed you— :’) “ Ugh . . . my head’s killing me right now , pretty sure I’ve got a hangoverv, but . . . I guess I can come along. Where are we even going ? ”
bloodshed
[ Lucian stood in the rain-soaked street, blade tight in his grip as his eyes scanned the shifting shadows around him. The wet wind pushed strands of hair across his brow, but he didn’t blink. Then he saw her. His gaze narrowed instantly, body tensing as he took a slow step forward, each footfall measured and quiet against the slick ground. In a low, wary voice, he spoke, ] " Who are you ? "
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[@bloodshed] / sorry for a late reply, lovely! <3 Jaye had been minding her own business until the sound of his voice reached her ears , prompting her to turn toward him. Rainwater clung to her , darkening her clothes as damp strands of hair stuck against her back , her white bangs plastered lightly to her forehead while droplets trailed down her skin. Her brows knitted together , gaze locked onto him as he stepped closer without hesitation. For a brief moment , the urge to pull her gun and aim it at him crossed her mind — but she resisted it. That kind of move would’ve been too risky right now , especially when she had no idea what he was capable of. “ Names don’t matter out here , ” she replied firmly , raising a brow as her eyes narrowed slightly. “ Giving that away in these streets is a good way to get yourself killed. ” Her posture remained guarded as she tilted her head faintly. “ So what’s it to you ? ”
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He drops down beside her like he’s got nowhere else to be, like this isn’t loaded with a hundred things waiting to explode.
“You know, for someone who died, you’ve got a lot of attitude” there’s a grin there—easy, familiar—but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He glances sideways at her, studying, measuring.
“…Kinda missed that. The attitude, I mean. The rest of it?” A small shrug. “Could’ve done without.”
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Jaye shifted , glancing down at the streets far below as cars streamed past , horns blaring and sirens cutting through the night. The city was loud , restless — alive. It was a place she couldn’t escape , no matter how much she might want to. It was home. A toxic one , maybe , but still hers. “ I just . . . you don’t understand how much I cried , ” she said quietly , moving to sit on the ledge , ankles crossing as her feet dangled over the edge. “ I called out for Bruce . . . for you . . . for anyone. ” Her voice wavered slightly before she steadied it. “ It hurt . . . knowing no one answered. All I could think about was getting back to the cave. ” She looked up at him then , sadness flickering in her eyes despite her effort to hide it. Vulnerability didn’t sit well with her — it never had. “ But mostly . . . I cried out for you , ” she admitted , her voice softer now. “ Over and over until my throat gave out . . . until it hurt to even try. ” Her gaze dropped again , back to the streets below. “ I needed you , Dick. I felt . . . alone. Like I’d been left behind. ”
(2/2)
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[@MidnightTrapeze-] / woah, didn’t meant to write so much.. </3 She went back and forth in her head , unsure whether to believe him , but that same weight of hopelessness she’d carried for so long pressed in on her again. Deep down , though , she knew — he wasn’t lying. Would he ever lie to her ? She didn’t think so. He was the only one she still allowed close , the only one she didn’t push away. Something about him made it impossible to turn her back completely. Most of her anger — her venom — was reserved for Bruce. Always Bruce. The truth was , she’d forgiven him . . . in a way. But she couldn’t look him in the eye knowing the clown who killed her was still out there , and he refused to cross that line. It ate at her. The guilt did , too. If she had just listened to him back then , maybe none of this would’ve happened. And Dick . . . everything he went through to find her — it broke something in her to think about it. The desperation , the lengths he must’ve gone. She knew she would’ve done the same for him without hesitation. (1/2)
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He lets out a quiet breath through his nose at that—something between a huff and a laugh, like her words landed exactly where they were meant to and he’s choosing not to show how deep “yeah, well,” he mutters, gaze dropping briefly to the street below before coming back to her, steadier this time, “good to know death didn’t fix your sense of humor.”
The smirk tugs at his mouth, faint but real now—familiar in a way that almost softens everything else. Almost. But it doesn’t last. Her words settle in, and you can see the shift—subtle, but there. His shoulders square just slightly, the ease thinning out into something more honest, more exposed.
“I did look for you” no bite to it this time. No sharp edge. Just quiet truth “every lead. Every rumor. I went places I shouldn’t have, asked questions that got me in trouble just for saying your name out loud.” His jaw tightens for a second before he reins it back in. “I didn’t stop because I didn’t care, Jaye. I stopped because there was nothing left to find.”
A beat. The city noise fills it, distant and useless. Then, softer—like he regrets saying any of that out loud “…and if you were out there the whole time, choosing not to be found?” He tilts his head slightly, studying her again, but there’s no accusation in it—just something heavier. “That’s not on me” he shifts his weight, leaning back against the ledge beside her, close but not crowding. Not pushing.
Her last comment lingers, though—and this time, the corner of his mouth lifts just a little more “ugly face, huh?” he echoes, glancing at her sidelong. “You used to be more creative than that. Guess coming back from the dead dulled your edge” a pause—then quieter, almost slipping out before he can filter it—
“…You stuck in mine too” he doesn’t look at her when he says it. Just watches the skyline, jaw set like he’s not sure what to do with the fact that she’s actually here.
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* GOTHAM’S FAILURE
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note: i’ve had this girl for a few years now and used her privately; i figured i’d bring her over for the fun of it.. as for the singleship, i’d prefer if it was with dick grayson, ehehe..