Realistic or Modern ❝ 100 bad days. ❞

[nymphadora.]

❝ 100 BAD DAYS. ❞

we could laugh about it all tomorrow, couldn't we?

 

[nymphadora.]

@docbankss: sir, that’s my emotional support superhero.

"What would you prefer? Italian or Mexican?"

To be perfectly honest, Murdoc was happy to get out of the house, even if it was for a few hours. The past few days he'd spent trying to avoid any interaction with his dad. It wasn't like the guy was a terrible father or person; rather, the two saw each other as roommates rather than father and son. Which wasn't a bad thing, but it was definitely awkward most of the time. But that was beside the point, the taste of fresh air, low swelling sound of life of the city and only moments away to eat some delicious with his best friend was exactly what he needed.

It was also a nice distraction from his job -- well, his hobby. News had been slow in the past week, Twitter was dead -- besides it's recycling of petty arguments -- and anything worth reporting already had ten other writers already screaming the same opinion. It wasn't worth the effort if Buzzfeed made a quiz about it, was it? Murdoc still kept his hand in his pocket, ready to react at the buzz of fresh news. "I mean, sushi is also an option." He continued, offering more options than needed.

One foot in front of the other, Mudoc kept in time with Dylan. The boyish grin that was etched onto his lips quickly faltered as the teen felt a massive body crash into his shoulder and promptly run off. "Watch it!" Murdoc huffed, waving his hand at the stranger. The air felt heavy as his steps slowed down, his dark eyebrows knitted together at the strange sight of cars stopping on the street, almost frozen in time. The sounds of screams echoed from afar as more nameless strangers rushed past the two, all running in the same direction.

Murdoc felt caught up in the unexpected whirlwind. Looking up, his eyes widen in fear at the sight of a large, robotic-like monster clinging on the side of a building. Rubble fell with ease and left his world smokey and dizzy. His lungs sputtered as Murdoc tried to cough his way through the cloud of smoke, his eyes squinting through the haze of dust.

"Holy shit, Dylan?" He cried out, the sea of terrified civilians pushing him back and forth, shoving him like a lifeless doll.

location: on the way to food • outfit: here • tags: ShadyAce ​

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[ShadyAce]

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[div class=left] [div class=picture style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/187c0accd3af429fc7016aaae58e7e6d/tumblr_pec8y84PzP1vvek98_1280.png');"]

[div class=picture style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/0245d22a401c91b7ba2b095d3a17d03d/tumblr_pec8y55KIY1vvek98_1280.png');"][/div] [div class=picture style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/302c5284fbae54a3749111f0f0d27648/tumblr_pec8y2FL501vvek98_1280.png');"][/div] [/div] [div class=text] [div class=scroll] "You can't make Japanese as an option and expect me to not pick it." A playful grin spread on her lips and she skipped ahead of him, spinning around to face the boy she'd found a best friend in. He'd always been there - a shoulder to cry on, someone to just hold onto as an anchor into this plane of reality. And after her last week and new set of bruises, Dylan was overjoyed to just have a relaxed night and simply being amongst the buzz of the night life in the city.

She adjusted to be walking alongside him, but as a man collided with Murdoc, a slight tingling tickled the back of her head. Her eyes shot over to the robot a fraction of a second before Murdoc's gaze landed on the piece of terrifying machinery. The rubble came sprinkling down as the robot wreaked havoc, lifting up cars and smashing it's arms through buildings.

"Murdoc, just run!" Dylan cried out her, voice and lungs straining. God forbid, all she wanted was for him to be alright. Standing her ground within the crowd, she glanced frantically around, before spotting an alley a small distance away. With a determined nod, there mainly to convince herself, Dylan re-shouldered her bag and darted into the darkness.

Moments later, a girl dressed in a yellow suit with the motif of a spider swung out of the alley, the cover of a frantic crowd obscuring the identity of the girl who'd entered.

"Don't ya think this 'King Kong' act is a bit cliche?" she called out as her momentum increased towards the metallic beast her hands gripped tightly around the web, charging right into him with her legs to knock it off the side of the building. It came crashing down with an echoing thud, some pieces of metal flinging onto the already crowded streets.

The robotic monster began to stumble back onto its legs. A glint caught her eye; a stray piece of metal was slicing through the air towards the group of fleeing people - some of which had seemingly stopped to watch her altercation. 'Thwiping' out another thread from her wrists at the piece, Dylan tugged the web and piece of shrapnel towards her and launched in the same direction. As they collided in the air, she flung it into the leg of the robot, causing it to stumble back onto the shattered cement.

After one last strike to the 'head' of the machine, causing a splay of glass and other metals, Dylan stood still on the ground, eyes trained on the enemy. It tried to stand to continue the assault, but the sound of approaching sirens was her cue to get the hell out of there. Hopefully she'd done enough.

She spun wide eyed when a voice called out her name-well, the name they'd given her anyway. "Spiderwoman!" among other cheers was slowly consuming the crowd, and she grinned under the mask, offering a lazy salute.

Then, with a couple more swings between the imposing, yet glittering high rises of the city, she landed back into the dark, rubble filled alleyway. Tugging off her mask, Dylan tentatively touched the cuts littering her body before pulling away with a sharp breath.

● location: city streets
● outfit: this then this
● tags: nymphadora.

(all credits to artists and creators of any images used - especially the suit!!)​

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[nymphadora.]

@docbankss: sir, that’s my emotional support superhero.

The last thing Murdoc expected his best friend to say was run.

It felt like he was tripping over everything and nothing at the same time, his feet entangling as swarms of people sprinted past him, their pulsing fear driving them to find safety. Not Murdoc though, he was more concern where the hell Dylan went. "Dylan! Where are you?" The male cried out, his feet twirling without a sense of grace. His eyes searched through the crowd, taking no longer than a second to study each terrified face to find her. Hope was slowly draining from him, but Murdoc didn't couldn't to give up, he didn't want to give up.

Murdoc decided to take action, pushing against the current and used his lanky arms to defend and guide him. His sneakers skidded across the dusty concrete, his heart raced inside his chest as his feet stopped him at the edge of the curb. To say he was stunned would be an understatement, Murdoc was dumbfounded. The sight of Spiderwoman, the city's latest hero to appear out of nothing, Dylan's sudden busy schedule. It was slowly making sense, but without evidence, he could only assume. The male stumbled backwards and caught himself on a bent traffic light pole, taking a moment to asset the situation at hand.

The sound of loud sirens and the flash of blue and red quickly brought him back, dragging him out of his conscious and back to reality. Was the fight already over? Murdoc gingerly adjusted his stance as the tiniest wave of pride crashed over him, that was his best friend that saved the world. Speaking of, Murdoc thought. His eyes flickered towards the forming crowd as he followed the sound of cheering, watching the hero dressed in yellow salute goodbye. With one final huff, Murdoc ran desperately behind the golden silhouette, his only focused on her.

His lungs felt tired as his fast pace was slowing down. God, he was unfit. Murdoc approached a nearby alleyway, his hand creeping for his phone as he pulled it out from his pocket. Murdoc hesitated for a moment; What if it wasn't Dylan? But some random woman? Does that mean he just left Dylan by herself, on her own. But what if it was her? God, how was he going to explain that he had been following her stories for a while. He slowed down his gasping breath, turning around the brick wall corner.

Murdoc felt his heart and jaw drop, all while his breath was hitched in his throat. From what he could with the shadow hiding her, Dylan was busted and blue. Words tried to form inside his brain but it felt like it was stuck on a broken record. His whole body fell stuck in place as his eyes were staring at Dylan. "I- um, Christ. Were you going to tell me about this?" He stuttered, his tongue feeling like jelly as he spoke.

location: alleyway • outfit: here • tags: ShadyAce ​

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[ShadyAce]

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[div class=picture style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/0245d22a401c91b7ba2b095d3a17d03d/tumblr_pec8y55KIY1vvek98_1280.png');"][/div] [div class=picture style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/302c5284fbae54a3749111f0f0d27648/tumblr_pec8y2FL501vvek98_1280.png');"][/div] [/div] [div class=text] [div class=scroll] Dylan began pulling her clothes out of her bag - she'd have to get herself assimilated into the crowd shortly and hunt out Murdoc. The sores, cuts and bruises littered across her skin was something Dylan had grown accustomed to over the past few months. And they were something she'd need to clean up later, at home. Although when her mother was asleep or something, she couldn't have her see the wounds either, no matter how minuscule they were.

Then a frighteningly familiar voice pierced her frantic thoughts, causing Dylan to freeze out of fear and apprehension. Slowly turning, Dylan found herself face-to-face with Murdoc. Usually, his brown eyes provided a warmth she'd never found elsewhere but here they felt icy, permeating her senses and nerves. When was she going to tell him about this? Admittedly, "Well... Never. I-I didn't want anyone to know. For their own safety." her voice became husky, drenched in dread and guilt.

With her eyes knit together in worry, her tone was desperate and she reached forward, clutching his arms. "You can't tell anybody. Not a soul." Tears began to sting at her eyes, and her knees felt they were about to buckle at any moment. This wasn't just a small, harmless truth she'd hidden. This was her life now, and Dylan vision was beginning to become cloudy - what if he didn't forgive her? They'd never even lied about the little things before.

Slowly falling to her knees on the floor, and still grasping Murdoc's hands in her own shaky ones, Dylan steadied her breathing. Her tears streamed down her reddened cheeks evident when she glanced up at Murdoc, "I wanted to tell you... but it's dangerous."

● location: alleyway.
● outfit: this then this
● tags: nymphadora.

(all credits to artists and creators of any images used - especially the suit!!)​

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[nymphadora.]

@docbankss: sir, that’s my emotional support superhero.

Murdoc was never good with dealing with things, feelings, anything emotional really, head on. He was more the "beat around the bush until he felt emotionally ready" kind of guy. So when Dylan's eyes met his, he felt frozen.

He didn't know what to do, not at that moment, at least. Murdoc had never seen Dylan so vulnerable, the bright smile she always had -- which could outshine the sun if she wanted to -- was gone. Instead, Murdoc saw someone different, and he was freaking out internally. The sliver of pride he had moments ago was completely drained once reality quickly settled in about his best friend, who also didn't plan to tell him either. Dylan's words stung, like rubbing salt would in a healing wound, but Murdoc couldn't think of anything to say.

He was speechless.

"I- um." Murdoc muttered, his heart leaping in his chest at the touch of Dylan's cold hands wrapping around his arms. What was he suppose to say? Oh, that's totally fine that you lied about constantly putting your life on the line! As much as he didn't want it to, it felt like a stab in the chest. He'd never kept secrets from her, did she not find him trustworthy enough? Murdoc chewed the inside of his cheek as he watched Dylan fall to the floor. He quickly followed, worried she would collapse at any moment. His knee hit the gritty, dirty floor, sending soft yet blunt pain through his knees. The pain wasn't enough to distract him from his trembling friend.

"I'm not going to tell anyone, I swear." Murdoc spoke, the words falling off his jelly tongue. His words were genuine, it wasn't like he had a lot of other people to talk to, but seeing Dylan so fragile, so defenceless, Murdoc couldn't help but feel sympathetic.

He just had to deal with this head-on.

location: alleyway • outfit: here • tags: ShadyAce ​

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[ShadyAce]

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[div class=picture style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/0245d22a401c91b7ba2b095d3a17d03d/tumblr_pec8y55KIY1vvek98_1280.png');"][/div] [div class=picture style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/302c5284fbae54a3749111f0f0d27648/tumblr_pec8y2FL501vvek98_1280.png');"][/div] [/div] [div class=text] [div class=scroll] Dylan hadn't felt so helpless nor trembling and weak for years. The only recent time that came close was when she'd found herself developing these powers, shaking out of fear of what she could do, and questioning why she could. Though that state didn't last long, for Dylan quickly adjusted and grew confident, if not cocky in her abilities. And it took one walk down the street late at night, knocking out a man mugging a woman with one solid, sickening punch to open her eyes to the possibilities. But this felt worse - an all-consuming fear. A dizzying pain consumed her head, thoughts and worries rushing by. She absolutely hated it, forcing her tears to stop dripping down and attempting to shove everything she unleashed all back into a little jar inside.

Her breaths were shaky, but slowly they began to steady. He had little words, but the things Murdoc managed to say was all she needed - it was a crushing wave of relief and warmth filling her body. He'd be okay, she'd be okay. Her bony fingers unwrapped themselves from Murdoc's arms, as she looked painstakingly at the grey concrete beneath them. The cool, piercing wind sent a chill running down her spine as she become suddenly aware of the cold night still surrounding her. Dylan managed a quiet "Thank you," as the silence consumed them for what felt like hours, but was perhaps just a few minutes.

Still slightly trembling, Dylan stumbled to her feet. "I still want Japanese," she grumbled, swiftly pulling her clothing over the makeshift suit and wiping away the remaining tears. "I'll... answer any questions you have, back home." Their makeshift, childhood home. Dylan grinned inwardly at the memories of emerald green leaves covering their dodgy little shack. Honestly, it was surprising it was still standing strong.

● location: alleyway.
● outfit: this then this
● tags: nymphadora.

(all credits to artists and creators of any images used - especially the suit!!)​

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[nymphadora.]

@docbankss: sir, that’s my emotional support superhero.

His heart rate had never been this quick.

Seeing his friend- his best friend in such a fragile state scared him. Not because of the streams that gleamed against Dylan's rosy cheeks, or the tight, pleading grip of her long fingers around his arm. Rather, it was the vivid shine in Dylan's eyes that had terrified him. A pool of distress, dripping in the shade of olive green, was locked with his muddy brown hues and he couldn't bear to look away; blinking felt like he was almost committing a crime against her. Murdoc stood frozen in his place, his feet feeling less like lead as he cautiously watched Dylan clambered to her feet. Even with the sound of night owls driving past and the odd chirp from an animal, their world felt eerily quiet, at least for Murdoc. His words were left stuck in his throat like he had swallowed a brick for dinner and forgot to chew properly. A wave of relief crashed over him once Dylan declared she still wanted dinner. For a moment, Murdoc had completely forgotten what their original plans were.

"Japanese it is." He awkwardly grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets and swiftly switching his phone off. The journalist in him was disappointed, a juicy story of the city's best hero was gone, but the other half of him felt disgusted by the thought that floated in his mind. His eyes fell on the untidy pile of clothes that were in the middle of being pulled out of her bag, realising they couldn't exactly have her walking around in her suit. Murdoc's eyes quickly flickered back to Dylan, awkwardly pointing towards the entrance of the alleyway. "I, um- I'll just wait out there, yeah? Okay." He scrambled through his words, quickly scurrying to the open pavement and allowing Dylan to have some privacy.

To say that a million thought was running through his mind would've been an understatement. His whole world felt like it was shifted to the left and then realigned. His front lobe ached as he silently waited for his friend, pacing back and forth as time slowly went on. Murdoc's felt like he had sniffed a mountain of cocaine and could hardly stay still. Would it be rude to ask questions? I mean, she did offer. But it was supposed to be none of his business. The teen desperately wished there was a manual when it came to situations like these. Murdoc froze in his tracks once Dylan slipped away from the dark, adorning her normal clothes from before. Normal. God, that word felt strange to hear.

It felt like Murdoc wasn't exactly there. As if he was discorporated from his body and watching himself distractedly pay for their meals and stroll in time to Dylan's footsteps. The friendly waiter at the restaurant smiled at them as he'd always had and whipped up the meals they asked for, not even noticing the unsettling tension between the two. Murdoc, however, looked forward to crashing at their home. The small, shabby-looking box that sat nicely on a strong trunk, slotted in between their two homes, was a home away from home. Admittedly, Murdoc sometimes found himself curled up on a deflated beanbag during the nights where his home felt more like a cage than anything. The male had grown up in the treehouse, with Dylan being his roommate of sorts. Memories haunted the hidden home, but not one was terrible.

Murdoc climbed up first, skipping a few pegs with the help of his long legs. He scrambled to light the melted candles that clung themselves to their shelves with their waxy grip, illuminating their cozy home. Pulling a far too small table in between them, the male placed their plastic-enclosed dinner on the table and pulled two plastic cups from the drawer which was hidden away. It felt like muscle memory, pouring them both a drink of lukewarm soda and crossing his legs on the floor like a child. He waited patiently for Dylan to settle herself down across from him before ripping the container open.

Murdoc's gaze couldn't decide whether to look at Dylan or his meal and decided to compromise, altering his gaze between his food and at the superhero that sat in front of him. "So, um," He began, "when did it happen? The powers I mean."

location: treehouse home • outfit: here • tags: ShadyAce ​

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