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Ian was an interesting fella, that much was certain. Part of Allen was a bit relieved to begin seeing a bit more to the man past his initial assumptions that he was just a bit of a tool. Sure he had that whole rockstar thing going on that made the two of them look like polar opposites in a way but getting to spend some alone time with Ian was proving to uncover more substance to the man. Grant could already see the ‘I told you so’ look on Ellie’s face in the future. He suddenly wondered what sort of first impression people got when they met him.

Dr. Grant smiled a bit about Ian’s advice about interacting with children. His mind went back to the little pain in the ass kid that was hanging at the dig site before Hammond had come to invite them to his Island. He considered a bit, he’d felt like he’d spoken to him fairly normal but then again maybe it was on a kid to kid basis. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind next time,” he hummed lightly before shifting a bit to mirror the other man, facing him more fully and resting back in his chair at the point where the back of the far arm met the back of the chair.

“I suppose in a way it is. Usually that sort of dream more involved the idea of going back in time to observe dinosaurs in their prime but I suppose this was the more possible way to see it come to fruition…” He smiled softly. “Listen to me. Living in a world now where bringing back extinct creatures is not only possible but potentially profitable,” he added, finding it also a perfect segue to fully answer Ian’s question. It was good they were sitting, this question required a bit of a lengthy answer.

“I am excited by how much we can learn from this about these creatures previously lost to time. Potentially answer many questions we haven’t been able to figure out through fossils alone. Confirm some theories. Maybe turn others completely on their head. Take just appearance for one example. For all we can figure out about how these creatures look based on their bones, one of the things that we’ve had zero way to truly confirm is what color different dinosaurs were. We could at best make educated guesses based of their environment, what some species might have looked like based on what sort of terrain and fauna they may had evolved to camouflage. Some based on what they eat and a couple other things. But every drawing, apart from scholarly ones to some extent, or toy model we’ve had of these creatures have just been up to the artist to color as he or she pleased. That was something that always bothered me bit as a kid,” he explained with an amused expression.

“On the other hand — I feel like this might be starting the end of my career as a Paleontologist,” he mused with a soft exhale and glanced wistfully at his hat resting on the little table next to him. “At least out in the field. I can’t see there being as many expeditions or grants coming anyone’s way to dig up old bones when it’s now possible to the study living, breathing animals themself. Kind of bizarre to be witnessing me and my profession potentially start becoming irrelevant. Like I’ll wake up one morning and find myself behind a glass case in a museum...Like another extinct relic,” he shrugged. “Then there is the even bigger concern of if this is safe or not. Which of course the simple answer is no. But the question at hand is more if Hammond and his park are up for the task of keeping it safe enough,” he added.

it's just what it is.   ian nods,  letting the man retreat from the topic at hand while also filing the information away to the tune of never say never.  for all the charm and the easy banter and the   (   not so   )   casual touches,  however,  ian doesn't have the easiest time with relationships,  either  —  too much of a sponge seeking warmth and closeness for one night stands,  too many hours eaten away by his work and his atrocious attention span for a successful long term.  there is no reason to rush this,  if it's ever going to turn into something more substantial than a few decidedly interested looks.  on his own part,  at least.  he doubts alan is quite there yet.  maybe he won't be,  and that's fine too.

''  well,  you see.  the trick is to speak to them like you would speak to..  anyone else,  really.  they can be quite clever.  ''   on this,  at least,  ian feels a smidge more qualified to give some words of advice,  as vague as it probably sounded to alan's ears.   ''  speaking of dinosaurs,  this must be a dream come true for you..  ''  he doesn't fault him for it, truly. this is all very fascinating, on a strictly theoretical basis. in practice? a terrible idea birthed by the worst sort of arrogance: playing god.

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Hawks looked up from his cellphone to process what Eraserhead had said, connecting it to what he’d already been pondering. The sun had grown unusually unforgiving in less than twenty minute, give or take. The weather app on his phone had only raised more questions. “I know, right? And it was calling for a light warm rain today. I was actually sorta looking forward to it,” he huffed in amusement, the far end of his left wing fanning himself. Poor Aizawa was squinting and trying his best to shield his eyes from the suns harsh brightness. Hawks’ visor, while primarily to protect his eyes from wind and debris while flying, did offer at least a bit of protection from the sun. Although even he was squinting and feeling a headache coming on from the sensitivity. The Winged Hero had taken note of the change in temperature and brightness several minutes back and noticed how many people were doing the same thing his companion was. He felt on high alert, sharp gaze glancing around methodically while he externally maintained his cool demeanor, though he did shift to work him and his wings out from his coat. Something he tried to not do too often while walking through the city. It tended to increase the number of fans who flocked to him. Sure the brush to his ego was a little fun but it was not the time to hear at least one person ‘joke’ about him taking his shirt off too.

When his coat was comfortably slung over his left arm, Hawks stretched out his right wing and brought it up and over top the teacher’s head. “Here. Let me help you with that.” Red plumage canopied Aizawa, entirely creating the man his own personal shade and shield from the increasingly blinding sun.

Eyes glanced back down to his phone as they walked a bit more, switching over to one of his many social media apps, thumb scrolling rapidly until his eyes narrowed. Yeah. He definitely felt on high alert. Hawks reached to gently take hold of the other man’s arm to bring them to a halt. “Something doesn’t feel right. I’m no weather expert but I think it’s safe to say this doesn’t feel natural,” he pointed out, holding his phone over for the other to see. “This is a pic a guy I know just posted a few minutes ago, not even two miles away the way we came. They seem to be enjoying the predicted weather,” he hummed, tilting the phone better so the other could see a man a little older than Hawks, posing in damp t-shirt with a caption joking about how he’d ‘totally win a wet t-shirt contest right now’. “This could be being caused by some quirk,” he reasoned, letting out a slow breath, he still felt like he was overheating. Another bit of thumbing at his phone and he’d switched over to EMS response calls, eying the most recent about a call to medics for heat exhaustion. “Whaddya think? Villain? Or maybe a civilian losing control?” Hawks inquired, eyes looking just a touch eager at the idea of getting to have an impromptu team up with Eraserhead. “Either way, your quirk would be a lot more useful than mine if a quirk is to blame.”

"Ugh...I can't see!"

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╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Studio C, Part II a set of starter prompts, all from various sketches from the original cast !

❝ don’t blow this for us, man ! come on ! ❞ ❝ please don’t hurt me. ❞ ❝ oh, man, i need a good pickup line. ❞ ❝ get out of here, practicality ! there's no place for you in the male mind. ❞ ❝ our stupid traditions killed grandpa ! ❞ ❝ hold on, someone else needs my help. ❞ ❝ hold on, someone else needs my evilness. ❞ ❝ sorry, i didn't realize you could hear me. ❞ ❝ this has been quite an evening, full of twists and turns, lies and deceptions, but i have finally examined all the evidence and have discovered some terrible things. someone here has been keeping a secret, and i know exactly who it is. ❞ ❝ the poor fool had no idea until this night. i must confess that though i have been discovered, it brings me no small amount of joy that they now know that it was me all along. ❞ ❝ i didn't know any of that. ❞ ❝ i have irrefutable evidence that someone here is not who they say they are. ❞ ❝ wait, so you're saying that the lights always go off whenever lightning strikes ? ❞ ❝ i know how this looks, but i am telling you, it's the butler. ❞ ❝ how can you possibly expect us to believe you ? ❞ ❝ you will confess eventually. ❞ ❝ this isn't the detective sketch, that's next week. you're not supposed to be here. ❞ ❝ what is wrong with you ? did anyone bother to read the script for this sketch ? ❞ ❝ that is so great . . . what is it ? ❞ ❝ oh, you will pay for this, [ name ] . ❞ ❝ what's my secret ? i don't let sleep get in the way of my dreams. ❞ ❝ i'll teach you how to thrive on my alternative sleep schedule of only fifteen minutes of sleep every six hours with no ill side effects - effects. ❞ ❝ okay, naptime, everybody. wake me up in two hours. ❞ ❝ i know they are your best friend, but i get the sense that he wishes you ill. ❞ ❝ more ? oh, to have more happiness added upon this already auspicious day. say it at once for i cannot wait another second, nay, another millisecond, for the sweet news to reach my ears. ❞ ❝ yours is a life truly blessed. ❞ ❝ only the angels above can know how truly happy i am at this moment. ❞ ❝ you are not joyful, [ name ] . everything but your words indicates raging hatred for me. ❞ ❝ let's get down to brass tacks. i couldn't help but notice you've developed quite a kinship with [ miss / sir / etc ] [ name ] . ❞ ❝ get to the point. it's story time in 20 minutes and i intend to be there. i have to know what happens to mr. waffle. ❞ ❝ this isn't over, [ name ] . you'll rue the day you crossed me. ❞ ❝ play nice. or don't, i don't care. ❞

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OPEN: mark mardon aka weather wizard

Mardon had had the decency to just pick the lock and not smash it or any windows at least. That left signs of a break in to outside eyes too much anyways. Making his way into the kitchen, Mark turned on the smallest light he could just so he could see what he was looking for. It had started to rain outside now and he took a slow breath, just finding the sound calming for a moment before he rummaged to find a clean dish towel to replace the bloodied one he was holding against his right side. The old one was tossed into the sink before he pressed the fresh linen against the wound. Hearing a sound behind him, the rogue turned quickly.

“  — shit …” Green eyes stared for a moment before he rose a finger to his lips in a hushing motion. “Don’t freak out. I’m not here to rob you – or hurt you,” he added quickly, his deep voice getting more gravely at the low level. “I’ll be outta your hair before you know it–just don’t think about getting any stupid ideas…”

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[OPEN]: Dominic Roscio

Dominic looked on in disbelief before he tried to just laugh it off a bit. “Listen – I’m a teacher. Not only have I taught elementary school kids who can’t lie for shit – but I’ve taught highschool. Trust me, I’ve heard it all. I know when I’m being bullshitted. You want to try that again?”

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[OPEN]: Anton

"Blood on my shirt? No. It's not blood. In fact it's a rather lovely boysenberry jam. And if it makes you feel any better it is my blood -- I mean jam. It's my jam. I made it myself. That's something I do now. Bit of a hobby."

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“I was trying to make a joke about how I’m 6 foot 3 standing up but ‘blank’ foot ‘n inches on my knees — but I haven’t much slept over the last three days and math just got too hard.”

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[OPEN] Angel Dust || Location: Hell

"Well hello there, Dollface. You got a lighter I can borrow? I prooomise I'll give it right back," he hummed, batting his lashes playfully.

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[OPEN] Angel Dust || Location: Hell

"Well aren't you a tall glass of water," the Demon cooed. The irony of it being he was rather tall himself. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Home of the sexiest Sinners this side of Hell," he added cockily, gesturing to himself with a long fingered hand pressed over his chest fluff. "Maybe I can give you a private tour," he winked before hearing Husk huff in annoyance over at the bar. Angel glanced over with a smirk. "Don't worry Kitty, that offer still extends to you, muuurroww," Angel laughed back into the couch he was sprawled across, long legs curved over the arm.

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[OPEN] Angel Dust || Location: Hell

"Well aren't you a tall glass of water," the Demon cooed. The irony of it being he was rather tall himself. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Home of the sexiest Sinners this side of Hell," he added cockily, gesturing to himself with a long fingered hand pressed over his chest fluff. "Maybe I can give you a private tour," he winked before hearing Husk huff in annoyance over at the bar. Angel glanced over with a smirk. "Don't worry Kitty, that offer still extends to you, muuurroww," Angel laughed back into the couch he was sprawled across, long legs curved over the arm.

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Of course this is exactly how the scene went.

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Edward rolled his eyes at the comment about Two-Face's attire over his own. The Riddler's suits were high end, thank you very much Mother Nature. "I would think of anyone you would appreciate a love of green," he shot back with light annoyance in his tone but he waved it aside with his hand. "I -- did -- come for the money I am owed. Is there a reason you don't have my split?" He asked tersely.

" don't tell him I said so, but some of you should take some of harvey's fashion advice. when he's not wearing the two-toned suits, of course. " pamela runs her eyes over edward's figure, roaming from the crown of his head to the man's shoes. it is clear she disapproves. but how can a woman wearing leaves give judgement? " anyway. did you come for the money? i don't have it. " @survivoirs

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                                              “Do you believe in the devil father?” 

[ edits: 5/? ]

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Reblog if it is totally, 100% fine to send anonymous comments to your muse pertaining to the events in your RP

( originally by imlostinthesnow, archived here)

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Nigma had left the door locked with its standard deadbolt but had purposively not engaged the extra smart-tech locks and security system to his house. Well, this wasn't his main home. His penthouse wasn't an address he allowed being located as easily as this medium sized house in the Gotham suburbs. The super nosey and on top of it neighborhood watch and expensive security at the front gate He didn't want to make it too easy for his fellow displaced countryman but he always wasn't looking to watch him struggle with his own security system coding. Edward wasn't looking at Moran for his coding abilities or lack thereof. His interest in the man laid elsewhere.

The sniper was right on schedule of when Edward calculated he'd arrive. Of course he'd still act like he'd been waiting longer than he'd actually. "About time you showed up," he teased playfully despite the knife being held to his throat from behind. Edward simply tilted his head backwards to look back up at the man, while also subtly protecting his carotid more should he have miscalculated Moran's patience.

"Before you get mad at the riddles it took to actually get what you're after, I wasn't lying about the item you seek. It's on the table, wrapped in that green silk over there," he gestured with his hand carefully. "Check it out and then let's talk."

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So my boyfriend and I are currently 'long distance' again. but only for another week thankfully. But often we will videocall at night and watch something together on Kast. So I showed him Hazbin Hotel last night, watched a few eps and he thought it was rad. So MUWHAHAHA dragging him into my hyperfixations again haha

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[OPEN] Angel Dust || Location: Hell

"Well hello there, Dollface. You got a lighter I can borrow? I prooomise I'll give it right back," he hummed, batting his lashes playfully.