missladybat

The Same, But Different | Red Hood & Lady Bat

Fuck…

There were just some nights that didn’t go according to plan, and this was one of them. It was supposed to be an easy thing; get in, shoot some people, send a warning, get out–nightly Red Hood business. Instead, the den of drug dealers had brought more people than Jason had gotten word about, because the lowlife scum of Gotham had finally learned to tighten their lips. 

He’d run out of ammo halfway through the blowout, a stupid mistake that Jason was currently kicking himself for now that there were several bullets embedded in his guts. Getting out had been a blur, but Jason had somehow managed to force a gun from one of the other guys and take everyone else out. The drugs could wait, he just had to get somewhere, back to his safehouse, even the cave for christ’s sake, before he bled out and died in this shitty alley.

Groaning in agony, with a pale visage and shaking fingers, Jason began to drag himself across the dirty ground. Every inch was blinding pain, but he continued forward with one arm, the other hand pressed to his stomach to try and quell the bleeding.

This was what he got for not bringing the team.

Colored pencil commission for aspiretosomethinggreater of Clark Kent/Superman and Belinda Wayne/fem!Batman, bein’ shippy an’ stuff. Based on an RP.

Man, this had a lot of editing. I wanted to give Clark a sunny golden glow - and I think I succeeded, in natural light - but due to bad indoor lighting it photographed more like jaundice. Yeesh. And I put so much work into Bel’s blacks that barely shows.

tl;dr, I’m probably re-uploading a better version of this tomorrow when I can take pictures in the sun.

Commissions are open!

+miss-lady-bat

Thomas sneaked out of the room he was taking a nap in and waddled his way towards an unknown destination. He slowly made his way down a hall and then went up to a random door. He reached up and fiddled with the knob, trying to get it open.

It really makes me mad and sort of depressed to see some of the newer RPers in the DC fandom, especially since they all seem to want to take ideas/steal names and stuff from RP veterans, like fastest-boy-alive, miss-lady-bat, or scarlettspeedster. As a new roleplayer, myself, I feel like these few bad apples are making it harder for people to get accepted. It’s not fair. -Anonymous

(( Should be no errors this time. ))

ooc: the hate anon drinking game

written for omni, but perfectly applicable to other people

MEANT ONLY FOR FUN TIMES AND GIGGLES. THIS IS NOT AN INSTRUCTION MANUAL. ALSO IF YOU HAVE A VERY PERSISTENT OR STUPID ANON THIS MIGHT KILL YOU.

PLEASE ENJOY RESPONSIBLY.

  • spelling/grammar/punctuation error - SMALL SIP (there will be many of these)
  • entire message written without punctuation - SIP
  • “you’re a sue” - SIP
  • racism - SIP
  • racism if your character is not even a POC - CHUG
  • straight-up lie - CHUG
  • insult by way of reference to female genetalia - CHUG
  • reference to “better” character, au or pairing - CHUG
  • slut shaming - DO A BODY SHOT OFF OF THE NEAREST WILLING PERSON (OR YOURSELF IF YOU RATHER)
  • “delete your blog” - DELETE (finish) YOUR GLASS
  • “kill yourself”/“i hope you get raped”/anything else intended to trigger you - FINISH THE BOTTLE, RUN OUTSIDE, AND SCREAM “I’M ALIVE AND LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL, MOTHERFUCKER" 
  • anon acts tough but mysteriously vanishes when you turn off the anon option - POUR ONE OUT FOR THEIR BUDDING COURAGE, SNUFFED BEFORE ITS TIME
  • anon loses anon facade and sends hate under their own url - OFFER THEM A DRINK. IT’S THE POLITE THING TO DO. IF THEY CONTINUE TO BE AN ASSHAT BLOCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER AND LAUGH.
@miss-lady-bat

He grunted as his body crashed down against the air conditioning unit on top of the apartment complex, pain splitting upward along his left side from the vicious kick he had received and down along his right side from the unit as it crumpled and left a Batman-shaped impression in the vent shaft. Gritting his teeth, he slung his cape back around behind him as he stood up again, since it had twisted and fallen over him like a blanket or a comforter.

His right arm hunched against his side for a moment as his eyes narrowed, and his left hand dug into his utility belt to pull out a trio of Batarangs, one held between each pair of fingers. His arm pulled back to the side before he flung them in her direction, two swinging wide as the first twisted through the air and towards her torso - if it connected, it would likely imbed in the armor on the right side of her stomach. Pain for pain.

After throwing the Batarangs, Batman launched himself forward to follow them, hoping they would be enough of a distraction so he could give her just as good as he got. He swept a foot upward into a high kick aimed at the left side of her head.

Out of Character: Food for thought, you savy brainy intellectuals, you!

Can a person truly have a defined sexuality if they lack a sexual experience? And I mean active sexuality more than a-sexuality where the drive just isn’t there at all. There are virgins of all ages, and some people declare their sexuality and are sure of it but others, like myself, haven’t experienced that with anyone and are uncomfortable deciding one way or the other. AND DISCUSS! Seriously it will be awkward if you don’t. I am interested in ALL the opinions. Especially Kiwi and Lady B and Rae and you other fine, opinionated young people.