lastlancaster

[lastlancaster]

Why I haven't answered back in a RP:

1. I am NOT ignoring you. 2. I am trying to think if a reply. 3. I’m not up to it at that moment. 4. Tumblr ate it.

[lastlancaster]

RP BLOGS!!!

Reblog this post if you allow magic anons

Magic Anons, or M! As, are users who send annonymous questions to ask blog that have some kind of magical effect on the blog for a certain duration of time.

[lastlancaster]

I'm going to shoot every damn mosquito I see. I can not with this bullshit, oh my god, can they like leave???

[lastlancaster]

After a long moment, Corbin nodded and stood up. They weren't tall, but the way they moved suggested a life lived doing things other than slumming it in Gotham like so many others did. As did the weariness in their eyes.

Corbin wasn't exactly expecting company, but it was at least an excuse not to fall apart. Not in front of this stranger. Finally, a muffled sigh came from behind the mask. "I'll let you pay your respects." They stepped away, leaving the single white lily by the tree.

// Open Father's Day rp under the cut. Start a thread if you'd like <3 Happy Father's Day, people!

Tw: mention of loss

Corbin woke up that morning with the same exhaustion clinging to their eyelids as every day. They knew what today was without even looking at the calendar. Father's Day. It was a cruel twist of fate that put their birthday and today so close together; both dates inspired such sadness. The time between the 5th and the 15th of June would feel like floating every year, and not in a good way.

The closest place Corbin could go to pay respects was Slaughter Swamp, the closest thing to the Michigan forests in which Isaac Lancaster died. And that was exactly where they were headed. They were in civilian clothes, though the mask stayed. God knows the subway was too rank to go without it.

After picking their way through the drier parts of the swamp (and trying not to draw the attention of Killer Croc and Solomon Grundy), Corbin came to a spot close-ish to what she remembered. It wasn't exactly like the patch of woods their father raised them in, but it would have to do.

After a long moment, Corbin knelt and placed a lone white lily at the base of a tree. "Happy Father's Day, papa. I'm sorry I wasn't there."

[lastlancaster]

// I hate mosquito season. Got me scratching my leg with malicious intent

[lastlancaster]

Corbin's head snapped up, icy blue eyes locking on the retreating figure. They'd been expecting to see either hulking behemoth that called the swamp home, but instead of a zombie-man or crocodile king, there was... a girl? A young woman.

Corbin's head tilted, trying to make sense of this new turn of events. Nobody was supposed to see this moment of weakness. They stood up and shoved their hands in their pockets, adjusting their leather jacket. "You too, huh?" They surmised. They knew grief when they saw it.

// Open Father's Day rp under the cut. Start a thread if you'd like <3 Happy Father's Day, people!

Tw: mention of loss

Corbin woke up that morning with the same exhaustion clinging to their eyelids as every day. They knew what today was without even looking at the calendar. Father's Day. It was a cruel twist of fate that put their birthday and today so close together; both dates inspired such sadness. The time between the 5th and the 15th of June would feel like floating every year, and not in a good way.

The closest place Corbin could go to pay respects was Slaughter Swamp, the closest thing to the Michigan forests in which Isaac Lancaster died. And that was exactly where they were headed. They were in civilian clothes, though the mask stayed. God knows the subway was too rank to go without it.

After picking their way through the drier parts of the swamp (and trying not to draw the attention of Killer Croc and Solomon Grundy), Corbin came to a spot close-ish to what she remembered. It wasn't exactly like the patch of woods their father raised them in, but it would have to do.

After a long moment, Corbin knelt and placed a lone white lily at the base of a tree. "Happy Father's Day, papa. I'm sorry I wasn't there."

[lastlancaster]

// Open Father's Day rp under the cut. Start a thread if you'd like <3 Happy Father's Day, people!

Tw: mention of loss

Corbin woke up that morning with the same exhaustion clinging to their eyelids as every day. They knew what today was without even looking at the calendar. Father's Day. It was a cruel twist of fate that put their birthday and today so close together; both dates inspired such sadness. The time between the 5th and the 15th of June would feel like floating every year, and not in a good way.

The closest place Corbin could go to pay respects was Slaughter Swamp, the closest thing to the Michigan forests in which Isaac Lancaster died. And that was exactly where they were headed. They were in civilian clothes, though the mask stayed. God knows the subway was too rank to go without it.

After picking their way through the drier parts of the swamp (and trying not to draw the attention of Killer Croc and Solomon Grundy), Corbin came to a spot close-ish to what she remembered. It wasn't exactly like the patch of woods their father raised them in, but it would have to do.

After a long moment, Corbin knelt and placed a lone white lily at the base of a tree. "Happy Father's Day, papa. I'm sorry I wasn't there."

[lastlancaster]

Just a lil heads up to me mutuals. I am very notorious on turning asks into threads. It comes quite normal for me and I often don't ask, I simply just do. If a reply from an asks strikes yer fancy. Do not hesitate to continue it. In fact, I encourage it. However, if I do turn an ask into a thread and yer simply not interested in it , don't hesitate in letting me know on that either. I want nothing more than me partners to be comfortable to blast me whenever they feel like it. Blast me with angst, blast me with torture , blast me with acts of affection. Come what may.

Fellowship and Love

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i wanna make it unequivocally clear that there are no time limits when it comes to rping with me. idc if you're scrolling through your drafts and you find a thread of ours from two years ago+ and you wanna continue it... but you're afraid i'll be upset with you bc it's been so long...

babes, i am holding your face so gently when i say this: do the thing. i promise, the only thing i'mma be when i see that notif is excited

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// well the poll results are in about the Sal Maroni rp blog and a whole six people voted yes so the masses have spoken!

So Salvatore Maroni rp coming soon?? Work is kicking my ass rn so hopefully I'll get time this weekend sometime. Rip

[lastlancaster]

// Having my birthday today is making me realize I never really gave Corbin a birthday so I'm just making it today

Corbin my fellow disaster Gemini

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// I always say I'm never having kids, but if I ever do through adoption or from kids from other families choosing me as a safe adult, I want to be like this for them. Even if their biological parents aren't. Ready with a hot cocoa and a freshly pressed flag.

Y'all are always welcome here and on any of my blogs ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

this is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

[lastlancaster]

I never realize just how much black I wear until it's Pride Month smh my head can't even be festive in this economy

[lastlancaster]

Would he despise me irl? Yes. Would I defend him in a court of law? No. Would he murder me in my sleep if i won against him in a game of monopoly? Yeah, probably.

But that’s just what makes him my problematic fave and i will continue to yap about him until im severely dehydrated and out of breath.

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Corbin tilts her head at the two animal companions, surprised but not shocked by their presence. "I was just about to ask you that-" she was interrupted by Sunshine sniffing at her boots, and she carefully crouched to let the dachshund sniff her gloves.

"I found your ad," Corbin clarified, watching the tortoise as it ambled from the cardboard box. "Sounds like you're finally looking for a proper place to stay?" She had meant to sound firm, decisive, but her voice lilted up at the end like a question.

"Listen, John. I know you're not great at accepting help, but my offer still stands," Corbin said as she stood herself, crossing her arms loosely. "That safehouse by the Industrial District still needs someone to call it home. No rent required, just make sure to keep the ghosts from moving in."

(Based off of a post by @gutter-mage69 linked here )

//feel free to respond if you'd like, no pressure! Whatever you have energy for :)

Corbin stared at the flyer posted on the telephone pole, blinking as she recognized her friend's name. Or were they friends? Maybe closer to colleagues. Corbin blinked as she recognized her colleague's name. It seemed John was finally ready to swallow his pride, and just in time. She knew exactly the place to offer Constantine to stay.

It was a place near the Industrial District; not Corbin's favorite hideout due to how close it was to Scarecrow's usual haunts, but it did in a pinch. The only problem was that it had a nasty habit of getting haunted when left alone for too long. Not enough human presence made ghosts think the place was theirs. Corbin had to purify it three times in as many months, and she was starting to get annoyed.

Still in her monster hunting gear, Corbin made her way to Constantine's good ol' alley. His cardboard was gone. Who steals someone's cardboard? "Oy, you here, John? Found your ad," Corbin held up the piece of paper, tilting her head to the side.

[lastlancaster]

(Based off of a post by @gutter-mage69 linked here )

//feel free to respond if you'd like, no pressure! Whatever you have energy for :)

Corbin stared at the flyer posted on the telephone pole, blinking as she recognized her friend's name. Or were they friends? Maybe closer to colleagues. Corbin blinked as she recognized her colleague's name. It seemed John was finally ready to swallow his pride, and just in time. She knew exactly the place to offer Constantine to stay.

It was a place near the Industrial District; not Corbin's favorite hideout due to how close it was to Scarecrow's usual haunts, but it did in a pinch. The only problem was that it had a nasty habit of getting haunted when left alone for too long. Not enough human presence made ghosts think the place was theirs. Corbin had to purify it three times in as many months, and she was starting to get annoyed.

Still in her monster hunting gear, Corbin made her way to Constantine's good ol' alley. His cardboard was gone. Who steals someone's cardboard? "Oy, you here, John? Found your ad," Corbin held up the piece of paper, tilting her head to the side.