HAPPY CASS DAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️
# AMCSSING ——— low activity, highly selective, independent, multi-muse blog for muses from dc comics, marvel comics, original characters and more. features nsft content such as violence, etc. most of the muses here will feature some form of canon divergence and are my own portrayal. penned by dally ( he/they/twenty7 ) minors dni. est. early 2025.
affiliate(s). noatherics • giriure main(s). noatherics • giriure exclusive(s). noatherics ( dick g. )
prompts. metas. interactions call. nsft call. mains call.
queue paused / ask box open / hiatus to recharge
CREDITS. ( yoojeonyeonnie / psd ) ( kaiserscomms / psd ) ( jaynedits / carrd ) ( jessource / icon border ) ( heloiseart_ / pinned art )
some metas for brad / overhaul information ;
001. the abelli family has deep ties to magic; it's their breath, it's their blood, it's their life. it consumes their actions and mystifies their thoughts; they are a family of wanderers, explorers, and adventurers. their house flits between the material plane and countless others, an ever-changing locale. the multiverse itself a countless sea for them to explore—— for better or worse. their house is a grand treasure for things they collect.
002. bradley, like ancestors before him, have delved into countless unknowns with sorcery. braved the depths of forbidden knowledge, unraveled the elements, looked upon its treasures with greedy eyes. such exposure, such dredging into the arcane, has changed him. magic seeps from his veins; it replaces blood——flesh shed for a mystical body. he is magic. a shell of arcane power shaped as a man with all the volatility of the sorcery.
003. those deep ties to magic give deep insight to its workings. access to secrets is not meant for common sorcerers; it's the result of going too far in pursuing something not meant for mortal hands. power, surely, yet not without drawbacks. a dulled sense of taste, a numb sense of feeling, a lack of emotion towards life's small wonders. a need to seek even more grandiose things. it loosens the mind, it taints the sense of reason, it's having thoughts scattered between one plane and the next at all times.
004. brad sits somewhere on the chaotic spectrum. sometimes good, sometimes evil, never against trickery or deceit. all his schemes are a means to an end, a step towards another grand adventurer. despite lacking physical sensation in some regards, his emotions are present. prone to changes based on mood, quick to reflect external circumstances, dangerous at times. he's the life of the party until he's not.
inhaling what's left of the burger half, wally cleans what little bits of ketchup and mustard are still clinging to his fingers. it wouldn't be lying to say he felt a hundred——no a million times better already. it'll give him more than enough juice if he needs it, although he isn't expecting much. las vegas ... surely it's not a place with anything to worry about? it wasn't a mission——as others insists. enjoy yourself, they told him. at a point it started feeling like they were just trying to get rid of him, which, y'know, fair enough.
"tourist-y stuff——no, wait——stuff locals like——uh ... any chance we can do both?" it's the first time he's stepping foot into vegas; he's been through her more than few times but he meant that literally. it's a blur on his travels to other places and he barely remembers a thing each time. to put it simply: it's his first time ever spending more than thirty seconds in the city of sin. bit odd that it never popped up during his time with the team. you'd think it would've been the first place to stir up all sorts of trouble for them to be sent to deal with.
"oh, and by we, i mean me. i mean, i can't expect you to follow me around all day and help me out ... right? not that i'd turn down a certified guide." it's a bit of a leading question, he'll admit. not his finest attempt to thread the needle of a delicate topic, but he's doing his best. "but, y'know, if that is something you DID want to do i can cover today's expenses for us." all hail the batman appointed credit card. "whaddaya say? wanna be my partner in crime?"
Damn. He must have been really hungry.
Mark comes close to feeling bad about having made his acceptance into a bit, but it's hard to linger on those kinds of guilty feelings when the guy's sticking around for a chat after scarfing down his leftovers. He's probably not all that torn up over the specifics of getting them.
"Well," he starts, still sporting a bright grin, "you're in luck! No-one in the world's better at this whole tourist thing than I am."
Expertise just comes with the package of being on the move so often; Mark is a tourist everywhere, taking in everything he can everywhere he stops. A local might know a thing or two about some niche, out-of-the-way place for good food or a good time, but Mark's always been good about sniffing out things or places that are entertaining.
He rests his arm on the back of his chair, then leans his head into his waiting palm, attempting to give his food thief some sort of scrutiny—like he's trying to judge exactly what sort of avenue to take this. "So what, you lookin' for some typical tourist-y stuff? Or are you one 'a those people who wants to pretend they know how to blend in with the locals? Plenty 'a shit to do either way. You like shows? Lotsa shows. There's a rollercoaster in a casino. Isn't that the sickest fuckin' thing you've ever heard of in your life? Who does that? It's probably a death trap but that's a sick way to go out. My sister made me ride it."
im gonna be fixing up tags, moving info for old ocs and touching up my carrd then i think the voices telling me i can't rest yet will stop. then, maybe some actual writing since i slept good
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green hues flit between plush and her, eyes narrowing, hushed voice only feeding into curiosity. she leans forward / he does the same. ( an effort to further mask their secret. ) gaze quickly scans left, scans right—— returning when coast seems clear. it takes effort to not wilt beneath intensity ... but wally manages. stray glares from a certain caped crusader might've been far worse, if only by a little. ❛ no judgement. c'mon—— 'm the least judgmental person ever. when have i ever judged you ! ❜ voice climbs, words cut short by hand covering own mouth. ( oops. ) ❛ ... m'bad. now spill, man. no one likes a gatekeeper. open the gates. ❜
@hadobreeze
thane’s hair is grey but it wasn’t always that color; it’d started to change once he’d received his curse. it used to simply be black, messy and rather unkempt before they’d started to mellow out. it’s never really bothered him, not that it would have, he thinks it makes him look a wiser beyond his years which isn’t something that would hurt his reputation. a few dark strands of his original hair still linger but most are tangled within the presence of grey.
during his reign, he only married once but had many different consorts with the intentions of producing an heir to the throne. his interest in performing the act wasn’t high but they’d do so out of duty. thane treated them well, as equals, with the privileges a queen would have. granting them luxuries as if they’d been crowned themselves despite not being married to them. some of his lovers had greater chemistry with him than others which meant his favorites might’ve been apparent from time to time. thane’s interest in his children's lives was bare minimum until they were old enough to involve themselves in politics or things pertaining to the kingdom.
his gift curse numbs away pain and hostility, those lacking food would not suffer nor those that happened to succumb from a disease. in a sense, as a king, he was with everyone when they suffered hardships whether they were aware of the fact or otherwise. however, the feelings his people could experience ended up being rather limited because of him leaving them in rather dull states when not experience happiness or excitement. aware of this fact, they’d make sure to interact with them in the form of parties or gatherings which would happen more often than not during the week. something to make sure everyone was fed or taken care of in some regard.
the whole reason he was given the ability to numb and withhold the pain of others was to change him from being a savage. fighting, in all forms, had seemed to be his only interest from birth with rather lethal results. under the burden of those around him, feeling the same pain he’d sought to inflict on someone in some form changed him from a fighter to a pacifist since killing someone would be akin to killing himself. thane prefers to talk things out and avoid conflicts.
inodal is a kingdom that is bordered by a vast sea, finding its trade in fishing and other seas based opportunities. he loves the ocean and tends to visit places that are bordered by water. it reminds him of home, allowing him a chance to feel connected to it. oddly enough though, thane can’t swim to save his life and almost drowned when lost at sea during a brief skirmish.
Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby? / what if we did give ekko and jinx a try
party banter / accepting !
a biting remark sits on his tongue——it sits, it pauses much like her finger on the trigger. the firelights were nearby, exploring their own alleys, trying to tidy up the streets as best they can. maybe it's ... foolish, but he figures she'll be here. guarding silco's goods——carving a deep scar into the undercity again and again. he wants to try again, to stop this ... all of this even if only for a moment. if only he could turn back time——! that'd be the day. the day he saves the world. pocketwatch clicks, sealed within his pocket like a tiny heartbeat made of gears and seconds. could he have done more if noticed those mere seconds in the past?
"it's free ... long as you're willing to listen." & return. he pauses, hesitant. "powder."
Oh this is a random discussion but thane loves games like civilization. Building a nation? Governing things? Less of the stress because it’s digital. Yeah when he’s off work good luck prying him from civ.