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st. john is being an obnoxious gremlin with jamie - ❝ you’re the most self-centered idiotic person i have ever fucking met. ❞ ( @starsinshadows​ )

John blinks at that once, twice, then a third time. Shocked. Scandalized. Dismayed. 

“I...I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you had met so few people. We really must widen your social circle, huh?”

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

🔞 x2

send 🔞 for a nsfw headcanon

maria doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about kinks, because — well, she doesn’t have a lot of free time, which relationships take, and she’s not about to get quote-unquote freaky on a one night stand. sure she checks them out first, but you can always be surprised by how someone reacts to stuff like that. this means that she can still be surprised by the things that she likes or is willing to try out. (they’re also incredibly subjective between people, so I have a list of maybe three-five things that are consistent and the rest is like “but who’s it with”)

she’s not one for public spots or exhibitionism but there have absolutely been times that she’s gotten frisky in the backseat of a car. it’s kind of fun and ridiculous, especially now that she’s not a teenager anymore. it’s small and intimate and there’s still that added thrill they might get caught (though like I said, she’s not into that part of it so the car is always somewhere quiet and private.)

[machiiatto]

Event tonight: Returning to Tumblr RP after a break!

Whether you took a break for a week, a few months, or even a few years, most of us seem to make our way back eventually to scratch that RP itch on Tumblr! Need some help motivating yourself to make the plunge once again? Or brand new and need some help getting established? You've come to the right place! ( lead by the lovely @firelightfables! )

1: Getting Established

What do you think is critical for a new blog or an old blog coming back?

What are 'must haves' on an RP blog?

What helps your old blog 'feel new'?

2: Finding Partners

How do you find new partners? What do you say to old partners who are still around?

Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immediately when you first approach a person?

How critical are tags and how do you decide how to use them?

3: Building Your Vibe

What makes a fandom feel welcoming to you?

What do you like to see in the RP side of the fandom?

What etiquette would you say is critical when re-establishing yourself on Tumblr?

4: Threads / Queues

How do you decide what is a reasonable amount of threads?

Tips and tricks for setting a queue.

☕ :: enter the tea room

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starsinshadows​:

     “For the record, I don’t care if you are a cop,” he pointed out, realizing too late how that had sounded - he didn’t have anything to hide in the coffeeshop that would be interesting to a cop, anyway. All of his messes were SHIELD related nowadays, he was pretty sure. For something to do while he avoided that bit of awkward, he rang up the growler of cold brew and grabbed an empty down, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s busier than I ever expected, and yeah, ruder, but it’s kind of nice that everyone I pass on the street doesn’t know my name, you know? You want anything with this? I can give you sugars, but the only creamers I have are going to want to be kept cold, so you’re gonna have to pick up the powdered stuff if you want it.”

A snort came at that. “Appreciated, but I’d care if I was a cop.” Which was, perhaps a talk for another time. Instead, he glanced appreciatively at the size of the growler and tried not to go down memory lane at that particular reminder about small town living. “Gotta agree there. Knick one thing of gum from the corner store and everyone in town acts likes you’ve committed the first sin, you know? Like getting lost in the thick of it. Always felt like the city  has a kind of magic to it. Lots of things to do and always something to see.” He did have to think on the ask. “Eh, throw in a packet or eight of sugars. Why not.” And he grinned. “Not sure I caught your name.”

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@hxllblazer​​ has some nerve!

Jim knows he’s there before his footsteps even register. The Spectre within grumbles, unhappily and as near a spit as Jim’s heard the other give. It’s too late to disappear now, however, cigarette glow giving him away in the fog, a small light amongst the sticky cold of the waterside. Dark waters lap at the bank, foul smell of something old and malignant washing up with each slap of water to concrete. They’re waiting for it - whatever it decides to be - to show. 

"I’ve got half a mind to punch you in the face right now, you know. But not sure I want to wait in that kind of line” He doesn’t move to curl his fingers around anything more than the cigarette dangling from his lips, however. Tapping ash with a practiced hand over the railing, the New York accent nearly as misplaced as the green suit jacket here along the Thames. “Shoulda figured you’d show up.”

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hxllblazer​:

“Birds got potential too but y’ don’t see folk snapping up to make their own bird army.”

Potential. Birds. Sometimes he cracked himself up and maybe would’ve even outright laughed at his own sarcasm if the annoyance wasn’t still there. Having to stare up now anyways, there was probably something to be said about damage to the ego.

Arms crossed, purposely going out of his way to ignore the display and the annoyingly sweet and fresh taste that tingled in his nose and prickled on his skin. “Dunno what you’re on about, mate, I’ve been on me best behavior. Even found a new favorite tree in the park, thought to name it Phil. Lovely lookin’ oak, by the way, you two might get along.” He fully expected the sarcasm to once again be lost over that leafy head but oh well.

“The Green’s always up on a toss over somethin’ these days. What makes this time so different?”

Bluster. So many humans were full of it and John was no exception. Once he’d been told that John’s ability with words was part of the charm and over the years he’d certainly seen John talk his way out of situations that would have killed anyone else. He’d come to appreciate this quality in the other over time, though sparringly.

This, however? This was decidedly just talk to fill the air. And despite what others thought, there was a small part of him that understood the meaning of glib sarcasm.

Red eyes narrowed a bit. Thought given to what to say even as his throat worked to speak it forth. “I believe a certain film director would agree with your idea. The Red, however, is not my domain.”

Though even as he spoke a tendril went out, searching. “This time is different because many things are coming from one. A system where one should not exist, reaching out. Strangling the Green that is native to this plane. Concentrated under a house not far from here. A house infested with Rot...”

He didn’t move for a moment,nor did his voice change. “Phil would want you to assist.”

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

@firelightfables​ (and robin) get a random starter! /  📚 :: reading by the fire when you hear the creak of someone on the stairs

“Stop.” Maria didn’t bother turning her head as she heard movement. “Turn.” She closed her book, finally turning to look over the back of the couch and catching Robin behind her, frozen on the stairs with one step to go before she hit the main floor. “You realize that this place tells me where people are, right?” She asked, gesturing around the house. It wasn’t a precise location, but Maria always knew when someone was coming or going. She still wasn’t sure if that was a standard feature for the family members who lived here, because she could sneak up on Steve if she really wanted to, or if it was specific to her because she was the (technical) head of the household. Either way, none of them had ever been able to sneak out without Maria knowing about it. She’d let them sneak out, because that was just what you did when you were a teenager, but she’d also made sure that they all knew to call her if they got into trouble. Apparently you could still get in trouble as a coven of mid-twenties. Hence the reason that Maria was curled up in the living room, reading a book instead of going off to bed at her regular time. She was fully aware that she’d been a little overprotective since Halloween had happened, but — god, Steve would be so upset if anything happened to his friends. “And we instituted a buddy system for the next little while, and Steve and Nancy are still upstairs. So where on earth are you headed on your own at a time most sane people are in bed?”

[machiiatto]

Inbox Clear Out event!

Come join us in a low key dashboard / inbox clear out session! We'll be chatting and having fun as we all hold hands and get ready for 2023. Starting in <1hr.

Expect: Inbox Clear Out Support Group - Holding hands as we finally admit that the meme from 3 years ago sitting in our inbox is prooooobably not going to be answered. Out with the old! Draft Accountability - Have a draft you refuse to give up? Let's talk through how to answer it, or how to write that starter! New Year's Queue - Getting people set up with memes, starter calls, and wishlists for 2023!

event is being run by @firelightfables, with support!

☕ :: enter the tea room

[firelightfables-arc]

Trick or Treat! Day 2: Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes...

Normally, he wouldn’t be here. Clint would be the first to admit that. John took great pains to keep him out of his ‘side of things’ and in kind Clint did the same. Their time together existed within the small overlap of their lives, and that was usually more than enough. Outside of that, their own professions certainly did lend themselves well to attachments. It was unspoken between them that when it came to items within those areas they’d call work, they were best left out. Which, admittedly, did make it hard at times to see the after picture of those moments. But it also meant they were both around to see the after.

Which is why Clint knew that this whole ‘come along’ thing? Was unusual. And it felt equally uneasy to be here and thrilling as well.

The house seemed normal for all intents and purposes. Until one stepped in it. Suddenly, feet weren’t on floorboards but on concrete, the dank smell of sewers hitting him hard. Overhead, the arch of the tunnel seemed to bear down heavily. Sinister? Perhaps not, but creepy most definitely. “Ok, so, why even bother having the entrance look like a house at all?”

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leschanceux​:

“It does sound like would need a very thorough exploration.” And Faith was no stranger to adventures or explorations; in her line of work, it would have been very remiss of her not to try new things and experiences. As for making decisions… well, she’d never claimed to be brilliant at that, especially the bigger ones in life — which was part of the problem she was having with Jack ( who was apparently brilliant at making decisions for other people without actually taking their feelings into account ). 

“Ah, but if it’s quick, I won’t have to listen to him complaining,” it was really more than she could hope for, as nasty as that sounded, “he’d just be gone and out of my life in one quick event.” How had she allowed herself to get to that point? When had she become that bitter person who wished such awful things for someone who’d spent so long as a part of her life? “Oh, no. Jack didn’t send the something-something unsolicited — he just got his friend to do it to see how I’d react. I mean, who does that?”

"Mmm, now that is a salient point you make!” John glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, fingers drumming on his chin as he thought that through. “I suppose there is something to be said for a painless ripping off of the bandage, so to say. Still.” His shoulders bopped. “Why wait for karma when you can take it into your hands?”

Was he surprised at this revelation? Not really. But he rolled his eyes. “Can’t even send his own dick?” He tsked a few times. “A guy who does that is definitely not one worth waiting on for anything.” Pausing at the light to hit the button, John glanced over. Thoughtful for a long moment. “If you’re certain we’re not going to help the universe along with Jack, what is next for you? Far away trip? New column? Perhaps finally venture into long form? I keep telling you, you’d be brilliant at a guide or memoir.”

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@blindbastard​ gets a plotted starter!

Rain had been plinking at the windows half the day. Plink-plink-plink of droplets, each one driving in the fact that the fall weather was turning and there'd be snow soon. Perfect study weather, but also the siren call to a last good night out. A fact that had been nagging at Foggy all day, through the four classes on his schedule and right up to then and there, in the dorm room he was currently taking up his half of in good fashion. Sprawled on the bed, notebook half filled with information he could only pray he'd remember come the mid-term tomorrow.

Across the way, Foggy could hear Matt shifting. Studious as ever, and if there weren't a restlessness winding its way through Foggy he'd have appreciated it. The guy was quiet, for sure, but pleasant enough and though they were perhaps not best of friends, it had been nice to at least call someone friendly enough to potentially BE a friend. (Foggy's list of those was depressingly small.) There was hope there. Foggy believed that, honestly and truly.

But the future didn't come about without action now, and while Matt was certainly a bright point in college so far there were other things on Foggy's mind. The rain had long since stopped, but the gossip overhead at the library plink-plink-plinked against Foggy's brain. Rumor of a party - everyone would be there. And wasn't he - weren't THEY - everyone?

Letting his pen fall, tapping the cap against paper, Foggy exaggerated a yawn. "Been at it awhile, huh?" Which was...an awful opening, even he had to wince at that. "We should take a break. I mean, you've read that whole thing twice, right?" Finally glancing over, Foggy watched carefully for a sign Matt was considering it. Could he go without the guy? Yes. But even he knew that his own list of allies was short, so why not bring a ready made one? "It's halfway through the semester and we haven't hit up a single party. Isn't that what college is about? Or, well, half about."

[firelightfables-arc]

a soft reminder that I know I’ve been absent, and I’m getting through my backlog of drafts! but hello new followers and old a like! these are the muses/verses I’m most feeling right now, so if you see something that catches your eye let me know so we can plot or I can toss a meme at you!

muses eddie munson billy hargrove robin buckley clint barton barney barton

test muses jesper fahey matthias helvar jonathan byers (not on carrd, request only)

verses dbd verse (eddie, robin, jonathan) modern/marvel verse (eddie, billy, robin, jonathan, clint, barney) grisha verse (eddie, clint, barney, jesper, matthias) occult verse (eddie, billy, clint, barney, jesper, matthias) 80s monster/monster hunter verse (eddie, billy) soulmates verses (picky) 

in the mean time, I will be getting to my drafts. I’m so sorry for the wait. if you have my discord feel free to come by and say hi. <3

[firelightfables-arc]

from here / @hxllblazer​

Jim’s eyes did a slow travel from envelope to newspaper article to the blue eyes currently doing their damndest to convince him this was the most normal thing in the world. It perhaps would have worked if it wasn’t John Constantine doing the asking.

And with Constantine, nothing was ever as it seemed.

“You watch too many movies.” Which was to say he was a half step away from saying absolutely not. Yet while he could use the money, it also was an ask from...he perhaps wouldn’t go quite so far as to say friend. But a bit of conversation went a long way these days.

He held out his hand for the newspaper. “I’m going to at least need to know who and what. The why, well, pending what the answer is to the first two.”

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emmatriarchy​:

🥃 – “I’m here to party.” It wasn’t the full truth, but she wasn’t going to give up information about the reason of her whereabouts to someone she just met and didn’t know the face of. She couldn’t even look into his eyes and assess if he was being truthful. 

Midgardians and their masks. “Why are you here, yourself?” 

Silence stretches after the question as Talonar considers what to say. The Datasong hums, numerous options spitting out through his mind, though no closer to guidance. What he needs here is a person, somewhere within the busy market.

Someone he’s, technically, here to kill. But that’s not really going to go so smoothly when someone’s on to his existence.

“I’m looking for something,” he lies. It’s about as bad of one as hers, but there’s little he can do for it now. “A hotharian cluster. To power an energy project I’m working on.” Which, in of itself, is a half truth. “I heard rumor this market sold them, but have yet to find them.”

[firelightfables-arc]

continued from here! @supermantm

“Listen, bird, plane, piece of space junk hurtling toward the earth - whatever. Point is ol’ Barn is on the desert side when it comes to having friends and I think it’s pretty neat he has someone besides me to ask him how texting works.”

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❝  i got blood on my dress.  i really like that dress.  ❞

clint is trying to problem solve, natasha... @alteredcanon​

The fire alarm is still ringing, echoing off the walls and across the floor littered with a glittering array of broken chandelier pieces. The all clear sounds from the upper floors even as Clint sits back heavily against the formerly ‘very expensive’ table now riddled with enough bullets to make the resale value something more akin, well, kindling. Glancing over, however, he frowns as he gives Natasha a once over, surprised written in the crease of his brow.

“I mean, you look great in red.” It’s just a little blood. “Or put like a big, what’s those things, sparkly patch over it?” Rolling a shoulder, Clint let his bow rest against the table back. “There’s also at least four bottles of some stupid expensive wine behind the bar we probably didn’t destroy. I could dump it on you, go with like a stained look?”