#p. normaltothemax

[smitcr]

“Don’t know what more proof you need that he’s deranged.” (Jake)

Lucifer sentence starters (with @normaltothemax !)

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Medjed rubs at his chin for a moment, dark eyes flickering to the side as he tries and fails to hide a smile. "Oh, well... y'know.. it might be less a matter of need and more a matter of, eh... heh... of want?" The god doesn't even try to hide his stupid mischievous grin now. "Have you seen him when he's really going at it? It's hilarious."

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Son of a bitch.

Bucky's honestly not sure why he's shocked Barton keeps going, but he is. This is stupid, they both know that, don't they? But the idea of Barton giving himself hickys n the bathroom is abso-fucking-lutely ridiculous, for all Bucky fully understands he's talking about using makeup to do it. That's not the immediate mental image that turns up, not right now.

Climbing fully onto the bed, never breaking eye contact, Bucky moves up the mattress until he's face-to-face with Barton, knees on either side of the archer's hips, hands braced against the headboard just above Barton's shoulders. Nowhere to run now, Barton.

The trouble is, there's nowhere for Bucky to take this, either. At this point there's no way in hell Barton's going to back down, he's pretty sure of that, and he'll be damned if he's the one to call it quits on this first. That pretty severely narrows his options here.

Okay. So play up the cover. That's what it's there for, for fuck's sake.

One hand reaches up to take Barton's chin, Bucky leaning in until his lips are just brushing over the archer's neck. "You sure you're ready for this, doll…?" There's that Brooklyn charm again, though this time it's lost that boy-next-door shine he'd used in the plaza. Now they're out of the public eye; there's no reason to keep up the cutesy shit.

Neither is there any reason to give Barton a chance to mouth off again. Bucky allows a second or two for his words to sink in before his teeth follow suit, biting down right at the base of Barton's neck. Just where the collar of that robe won't quite cover.

That smirk triggers something very similar to a fight or flight response in him, has part of his mind screaming at him to give up, give in, now while it’s not too late. He’s not going to win this little pissing contest, or whatever the hell it is, that they’ve got going on. He should quit while he’s ahead. While he still has all of his limbs attached. Before he literally gets eaten alive. That would be the smart thing to do.

Clint’s never claimed to be very smart.

He swallows, but shrugs, outwardly acts as if this isn’t affecting him in the least. As if his heart’s not beating about a billion times a minute. As if that growl isn’t doing things to him. “Someone’s gotta do it.” Seriously, why can’t he just shut the hell up? “At this rate, it’s gonna be me taking care of it, alone in the bathroom.” With a bunch of eyeshadow. That bit doesn’t make it sound nearly as suggestive, though.

It hasn’t escaped his notice that Clint’s currently got his back against a wall—well, headboard, but same concept—and that, if he wants to keep acting like he’s calm, cool, and collected, he can’t exactly move. He is, essentially, trapped, and if Barnes decides to push this…

Clint will be well and truly fucked.

Here’s hoping.

[trickstersintime]

10 things for 10 people you'd like to know better:

Thanks for the tag @small-carbon-lifeform! Love ya :D

Last Song: St Agnes & The Burning Train - Sting (It's so pretty, my heart)

Last Book: I'm still reading The Fires of Heaven by Robert Jordan because it takes 500 years to read when you only do half an hour of it 4 days a week.

Last Film: I think it was still Deadpool Vs Wolverine. I'm considering finding time to go see the new Bridget Jones movie because I just like wonderful rubbish sometimes XD

Last TV Show: Bones and 911 Lone Star (jfc that latest episode)

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: Sweet. I am a spice wimp.

Relationship Status: Married but with benefits if we feel like them.

Last Thing Googled: Uhhh I looked up Jammy Red Roo wine because I couldn't remember the Yellow Tail brand I wanted for a shiraz shopping order :P

Current Obsession: Destiny 2, Dragon Age Veilguard, somewhat back into Guild Wars 2 again, Baldur's Gate 3. Cadbury's Twirls because I found out my lactose intolerant ass can actually eat them.

Looking Forward To: My birthday this month, hopefully going for a spa day at some point; finally getting to publish one of my novels hopefully by the end of this month; a surprise party for my husbando; seeing friends I miss; going to a cottage retreat in a few months with some awesome people; and whenever I next get to do a Witcher 3 bingeplay sesh with bestie.

Last Creative Project: I guess the last completed one (unless you count a violin concert) was a Baldur's Gate fanfic. Active WIPs are my second book and some other fanfics.

No pressure tags for: @compassofsouls @divinityrisen @kissedbymischief @cordeliabarton @normaltothemax @celestialmantdonna @aeterna-auroral-avenger @neverxtooxlate @victoriousfidelity @the-mjolnir-owner (plus anyone else who hasn't done this one recently or wants to do it again!)

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rules: pick a song for each letter of your url – no repeating artists!

D - Dva Kruki - Stary Olsa R - River of Dreams - Billy Joel A - Amazed - Lonestar M - Mississippi Squirrel Revival - Ray Stevens A - Arittake no Ai De - Gackt T - Tower of Song - Leonard Cohen I - Izayoi Namida - Yoshioka Aika S - Strike of the Ninja - Dragonforce P - Pain - Three Days Grace E - E.T. - Katy Perry R - Roads Untraveled - Linkin Park S - Swing - Trace Adkins C - Celtic Circle Dance - The Bringers N - Now and Then - Blackmore's Night A - Applause - Lady Gaga E - Eye of the Tiger - Survivor

Stolen from: @normaltothemax Tagging: you, why not?

[puzzlegeist]

//. under the sea

     ( ARTHUR ) // closed plotted starter for @normaltothemax

          Arthur woke with a pounding headache and a soreness that spread into his every muscle and bone. He blinked to get the water out of his eyes but his vision barely cleared in the dim light that illuminated the walls around him. He was lying on uneven ground, wet and hard stone, a fact that certainly hadn’t helped his maltreated body to recover. The air smelled like salt and algae and was so heavy it felt as if he was trying to breathe underwater. He sat up with some difficulty, weighed down by his clothes that were soaked with water. Wherever he was, he couldn’t have been here for too long if his clothes hadn’t dried up yet.

Memories of their shipwreck appeared before his mind’s eye, fear taking his breath away when he remembered the ship tilting and his men going overboard. He hadn’t been able to save a single one of them before he’d lost his own footing and fallen into the water, losing consciousness in the cold dark, almost sure that he’d fallen right into death’s embrace.      “Leon..” Arthur murmured, his voice creating an eerie echo against the walls. A sharp sting in his side made him hiss and momentarily double over.

His heart was beating fast against his ribs, which felt fragile and sore like the rest of him. He couldn’t remember anything beyond falling, but it wasn’t hard to imagine that he had crashed against something, a rock or a part of their sundered ship, and broken a rib or two. Carefully straightening his back again Arthur looked up to take a look around, a hand now pressed against his side. The sight before him made him gasp. The light he had initially believed to be the moon came not from the sky but from the walls around him; more precisely from dozens of small collections of crystals attached to them, emanating a blue-tinged shine. There was no way of telling if the moon was up in the sky as well, because there was no sky. He was inside a cave.

The realisation instantly made him feel trapped, but he fought to stay calm. He was alive - for now that was all that mattered. His eyes wandered over the black stone beneath him to the far end of the cave where it broke off into a pool of water that swashed steadily against it in small waves. And amidst those waves a pair of eyes stared back at him. Arthur startled, his hand instinctively reaching for the sword at his side - or rather, the sword that should have been at his side. His hand grasped only thin air; the sword must have gone lost when he’d fallen into he water. With his throat suddenly very dry Arthur kept his eyes on the creature in the water - was it a woman? - and placed his hands on the ground in an attempt to push himself up on it.

“Who are you? Where am I?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

[pleadingoneword]

@normaltothemax

Dean’s in Hell. 

Dean’s in Hell, and Sam’s sitting at a table waiting for a coffee, newspaper in hand as he tries in vain to find a case. There’s a headache pulsing behind his eyes, and he’s contemplating the pros and cons of putting on his sunglasses (pro: he wouldn’t have to squint down at the menu; con: he would absolutely look like an ass) when a steaming mug is set down in front of him. 

The smile probably doesn’t meet his eyes, but he is grateful as he looks up at the girl who’s at the head of the table. “Thank you,” he says, pausing as he tries to remember what she introduced herself as, “Max?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out a question, but alas. 

[heartguided]

knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.

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* BASICS !

NAME: Clary Carissa  AGE: 28 PRONOUNS: she/her ZODIAC SIGN: virgo TAKEN OR SINGLE: very happily taken

* THREE FACTS !

I. I’ve learned at least the basics of six languages & working on a seventh at the moment...I really enjoy learning new languages. II. I can never say no to cake if it’s offered to me --- it’s a personal superstition of mine, but also who can say no to cake ??? III. Currently working on going back to college because no one’s ever too old for that ! [ I’m not that old but stILL truth ]

* EXPERIENCE !

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: forums, neopets once upon a time, Tumblr, Skype, Kik, Telegram, and Discord. Even before all of that I would write RP things with my friends in notebooks that we would pass back & forth between one another. YEARS ACTIVE: Since I was about twelve so.....at least sixteen years ? Seventeen ?

* MUSE PREFERENCE !

FEMALE   OR   MALE: male — I only have two female muses between all my blogs & multi LEAST   FAVORITE   FACE(S): Usually not too fond of musicians as FCs, not to say that I don’t like people who choose these themselves, it’s just not my personal preference. FAVORITE FACES: What I care for the most is that the character and the faceclaim work together. [ ahh yes good words I’m going to borrow these from Richard shhh :P ] MULTI   OR   SINGLE: I have both. My multi is good for testing out muses but it’s easier to have muses that I really enjoy writing most on their own blogs.

* WRITING PREFERENCE  !

FLUFF  ,   ANGST  ,   OR   SMUT?:  I write it all though the last I would mostly be saving for only those I’m comfortable with writing with. More often than not you won’t be seeing it on my blog, though. PLOTS   OR   MEMES?:  I really enjoy having plots to work around but memes are good for starting things off sometimes or building up my writing muse when I’m having trouble writing.

TAGGED BY: @ofdemonicmagic

TAGGING: @inthequiver , @ebvenom , @jadedhunt , @normaltothemax , @edomson , @warlearned & WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS because why the heck not

[itsybitsyparker]

Tagged by: @normaltothemax & @vaenndyr

Tagging: @xscarletvvitch @xspitfirex @ofstxrsandgalaxies @csborn @pcindre @gotthedevilinem @hastodosomething

RULES : answer the questions in a new post and tag some blogs you wanna get to know better !

A  -  AGE : Due to stalking and harassment reasons (guys someone found my address, I still don’t know how, and sent me a handwritten love letter, I’d only been talking to him for less than a week.) only a select number of people on the internet know this. B  -  BIRTHPLACE : Texas  C  -  CURRENT  TIME :   Again, stalking. See above. D  -  DRINK  YOU  HAD  LAST : Milk? I think??? E  -  EASIEST  PERSON  TO  TALK  TO :   irl? Um, probably my friend Dillon. On tumblr either @normaltothemax​ or any of the Oscrew peeps. F  -  FAVORITE  SONG :  It changes on a weekly basis. Right now I’m loving Superhero by Simon Curtis. G  -  GROSSEST  MEMORY : .........Let me think. Oh yes, okay, so I was about eight and my local Science Center was doing a sleepover thing where you’d spend all day and all night in the Science Hall and you got to play hide and seek and it was super cool. So I made it til about midnight that night and then woke up with a mouth full of vomit (fun right?). Now the thing was, I was eight and the Science Center was very big, and very dark and I had no idea where the bathroom was. So, with my mouth full of vomit I had to wake up my counselor, somehow mime to her that i had to throw up and have her take me to the bathroom.

GROSS RIGHT? I’M NOT DONE.

SOMEHOW, I had managed to come down with the stomach flu and the rest of the night was spent in a similar fashion, that poor counselor. The thing is I don’t even remember feeling sick to my stomach, I just remember waking up with a mouthful of ickiness and going ‘okay, so this is happening right now. What the heck do I do?’

H  -  HORROR  YES  OR  HORROR  NO :  NO I’M SUCH A BABY. I  -  IN  LOVE ? :  God I wish.  J  -  JEALOUS  OF  PEOPLE :  Highly. But I’m trying very hard to work on it, because it’s not healthy K  -  KILLED  SOMEONE :  Wouldn’t you like to know? (Nope, not that I know of) L  -  LOVE  AT  FIRST  SIGHT  OR  SHOULD  I   WALK  BACK  BY  AGAIN ? : Pfffft, yes, I’m a sap. M  -  MIDDLE  NAME:  Rose  N  -  NUMBER  OF  SIBLINGS :  0 O  -  ONE  WISH :  To overcome the difficulties surrounding the profession and become a professional actress either on stage or in film or both (preferably both) P  -  PERSON  YOU  CALLED  LAST : I think my grandpa??? Maybe the community theater I did les miz at? My phone’s on the other side of the room I don’t wanna get up. Q  -  QUESTION  YOU’RE  ALWAYS  ASKED : How did you manage to forget _____? (I would forget my own head if it weren’t attached to my shoulders I swear.) R  -  REASON  TO  SMILE :  It makes people happy. That and my horse. S  -  SONG  YOU  SANG  LAST : Superhero by Simon Curtis T  -  TOP  3  FICTIONAL  CHARCTERS :   OH GOD DON’T DO THIS TO ME. U  -  UNDERWEAR  COLOR : Why is this a question? I mean right now it’s pink but why? V  -  VACATION :  Somewhere abroad, I’m not picky where. W  -  WHEN’S  YOUR  BIRTHDAY :  June  X  -  XRAYS :   I get one every year at the dentist, I also have one of my foot when they were trying to figure out why every so often I have debilitating pain radiating from my toe to my knee. (It took them 5 years and I’m still salty about all the misdiagnoses I’ve had.) Y  -  YOUR  FAVORITE  FOOD :  Sushi Z  -  ZODIAC  SIGN : Cancer

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That tightened grip tells Dick he's scored a point. It's a dangerous game he's playing, sure, but that's half the fun, isn't it? And honestly if Clint really was expecting Dick to simply play along and follow rules he's not even been told then that's his own fault. Dick's never been one to do that.

It's not as much fun.

Which is why Clint's narrowed eyes are met with a faint, challenging grin as Dick tests his lover's grip. It's not going to give much, or at all, he knows, but that's not the point. The point is to further demonstrate the fact that he's not just going to roll over and behave because he's been told to, which Clint should know already.

Besides. Dick wants to see just what Clint plans on doing about it.

"A Grayson never admits defeat." His grin widens, eyes bright and eager as he looks up at Clint. He might regret what he's about to do next, but somehow he doubts it; Clint will rise to the challenge, of course, and will probably even succeed, but it's no fun if he doesn't have to at least work for it a little. Besides. Dick has never taken well to being given orders.

"You want me to behave…?" Dick leans in just enough to let his lips brush against his lover's as his voice drops to a whisper. "Make me."

The bite has his grip on Dick’s wrists tightening a fraction, lips pressing together as he tries not to react. Oh, that…Dick’s playing a dangerous game, with that. (So is Clint, but that’s not the point.) Clint is the one that’s supposed to be in control, here. Dick’s supposed to follow his lead, not make up a script of his own.

Rude.

He pulls back just enough to frown down at Dick with narrowed eyes. It’s not like he’s actually irritated, or anything, but he is playing a game, and Dick’s not following the rules. To be fair, Dick doesn’t know the rules, and it’s not like Clint’s going to tell him. Where would be the fun in that?

“Don’t be a sore loser,” he chastises teasingly. “Behave.” There will be plenty of time for biting in the near future, and Clint will happily relinquish himself to Dick’s teeth at that point. “I told you, all you have to do is admit defeat and I’ll let you off easy. Otherwise…”

Otherwise Clint might just wait until he’s a sobbing, begging mess before giving him what he wants. Hell, he might do that anyways.

[dramatisperscnae]

eggs: over-easy steak: medium rare milk: chocolate alcohol: cider warm drink: royal milk tea or what he refers to as 'coffeemilk', which is warm milk with a lot of sugar and some coffee for flavor.

based on this

stolen from: @normaltothemax tagging: you :P

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When Jason had asked him for help on a case Dick had barely believed it. They'd been slowly and steadily rebuilding the bond between them for a while now, but Dick hadn't quite dared think they were to a point where Jason would willingly ask him for backup. Sure it was probably only because Dean was out of town, but even so.

It had been one hell of a fight, too. Small wonder Jason had wanted help for this one, given the sheer strength of numbers they were up against. He might have been able to handle it on his own, but not without some serious injury. Together, though…well, Dick thought they made a great team, honestly. Their shared background, both trained by Batman, helped with that - there were certain physical cues, techniques, that they both recognized and worked off of without even needing to speak - but beyond that their skillsets complimented each other beautifully. Honestly, even with this being a pitched and dangerous battle, Dick was having fun fighting alongside Jason.

Especially since they were winning.

Magic, though, always found a way to complicate everything. Dick wasn't exactly used to magic, for all he knew several mages personally, but he had a few tricks of his own to neutralize anyone using the stuff. The trick was finding the breathing space to put them into action, and this guy wasn't giving him any chances. Especially with the last few goons still swarming around them demanding Dick pay attention to them, too. It wasn't until he felt the shove to his back that he realized he'd nearly had a damn close call. And that Jason had taken the hit.

"Hood!" Dick was back on his feet with lightning speed, forgetting tricks and traps in favor of pure speed and brute force. No more playing. No quips. No more holding back. Jason was down and Dick had to end this fight now.

He was out of breath with a few new bruises by the time the last man fell, pausing for a moment before turning to check on Jason. Something looked off about the way the younger man was lying there, but it took Dick a minute to figure out what it was. A minute, and watching a very confused child sit up in what were now comically oversized clothes. *What the hell, indeed. Dick stared in shock.

"…Little wing…?"

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The truce between himself and Dick was recently forged, the bonds that they were building together weak, but steadily, if slowly, growing stronger. Strong enough that, when Jason had needed backup on a case while Dean was out of town, he had asked Dick, rather than just trying to go it alone anyways.

Surprisingly, they worked pretty well together. Maybe it was because Dick was still doing his level best to avoid ticking Jason off in even the smallest of ways, or maybe Jason’s plan was just that good (it was), but there was minimal arguing, and what little there was could barely be classified as bickering. Dick made good points when he spoke up and he took things seriously (not that Jason really thought he wouldn’t).

Shit still hit the fan.

Not only did the asshole Jason was after have basically an entire army with him—ninety-percent of which they’d managed to dispatch of already—he had a fucking magic user, too. Jason was really starting to hate magic. Especially when he took a blast of it directly to the chest, shoving Dick out of the way. He flew back, hit the wall hard and then the floor.

He was pretty sure he blacked out for a second there.

When he came to, everything was dark, and there was something heavy on him. Jason didn’t know where he was or what was going on but…there was something on his head, and something inside of whatever-it-was that was digging uncomfortably into his face. He reached up, frowned; something else was covering his hands, flopping over them, like his sleeves were way too long. Still, he managed to sort of feel what the thing was. Some kind of helmet, maybe? It took a moment of struggling, but he managed to get it off, a too-big domino mask falling into his lap as soon as he did. His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked over himself. “What the hell?” He’d never been one for playing dress-up—well, so long as you didn’t count being Robin—so why were his clothes about a hundred sizes too big? He looked up, eyes widening as his confusion only grew. What was going on?

[itsybitsyparker]

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TAGGED BY: @normaltothemax

TAGGING: @withoutxfear @prettygenius @blkwiidow

(Mun notes: Any question i feel uncomfortable sharing on the internet will be left blank sorry)

A - Age: B - Biggest fear: C - Current time:  7:49pm D - Drink you last had: orange juice E - Every day starts with: music. all the time music. F - Favourite song: right now....? umMMMMM Love Me Dead by Ludo G - Ghosts are they real: Not unless its 1 AM and the lights are off, then they are real and coming to get me. I - In love with: fictional characters.....and my boyfriend....maybe i should’ve mentioned him first.. K - Killed someone: no but if I had why would i admit to it on the internet??? L - Last time you cried: I don’t remember.. M - Middle name: Rose N - Number of siblings: 0  O - One wish: i actually can’t think of one right now P - Person you last called/texted:  Q - Questions you are always asked: are you okay?  R - Religion: the world may never know S - Song last sang: Heathens by 21 Pilots

T - Time you woke up: a time that was too goddamn early. i don’t remember but i couldn’t see the sun and that only means bad things

U - Underwear colour:  V - Vacation destination: Japan W - Worst habit: slouching X - X-Rays you’ve had: dental and foot and probably a few more?? Y - Your favourite food: sushi Z - Zodiac sign: cancer

[itsybitsyparker]

R O L E P L A Y   C H A R A C T E R   S T A T S   S H E E T

▍ FACE CLAIM: Andrew Garfield, Tom Holland and various comic book drawings (verse dependent) ▍ NAME: Peter Benjamin Parker (Doctor, Agent or Mister dependent on verse)

▍ AGE: 16* (*verse dependent)  ▍ GENDER: Male ▍ NATIONALITY: American ▍ BIRTHDAY: September 19th  ▍ SUN SIGN: Virgo ▍ RESIDENCE: With Aunt May: 20 Ingram Street; With out Aunt May; 8722 Avon Avenue

▍ MARITAL STATUS: Single. ▍ ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good

▍ DRINK: Hot Chocolate ▍ FOOD: Grilled Cheese Sandwich with Kraft Mac and Cheese (sue him he’s poor) ▍ DAY OR NIGHT: Night. ▍ SNACKS: Potato Chips, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Soda ▍ SONG: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons ▍ QUOTE: “Save the Cheerleader, save the world” -Heroes

▍ HISTORICAL CHARACTER: Albert Einstein ▍ PET: None. ▍ BOOK: Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy ▍ COLOR: Red ▍ FLOWER: Rose; Yellow for Friendship. ▍ SEXUALITY: Bisexual.

LOOKS

▍ BODY TYPE: Small, lean, short, long legs, low body-fat, high muscle content, ▍ EYE COLOR: Brown -doe eyed. ▍ HAIR COLOR: Brown ▍ BODY REFERENCES: X X X

Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information.

Pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.

Tagged by: @lovelornrocketscientist

Tagging: @blkwiidow @csborn @youabandcnedme @normaltothemax

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