fatherbabylon

[fatherbabylon]

「   RP MEME :  THE PATH FROM EMOJIS TO STARTERS  - SPOOKY SEASON EDITION .   」 * change pronouns as needed.  [ MINE / YOURS ] depends on the receiver.

👹   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to run into [ MINE / YOURS ] at a costume party.

👻   -  for our muses to go ghost-hunting together.

💀   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to visit [ MINE / YOURS ] as a ghost.

🩸   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to run up to [ MINE / YOURS ] covered in blood.

🧟   -  for our muses to be trapped in a zombie apocalypse together.

🧛   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to find out that [ MINE / YOURS ] is a vampire.

🧙   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to place a spell on [ MINE / YOURS. ]

🦹   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to show off their costume to [ MINE / YOURS. ]

🦸   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to dress up as a [ HERO OF YOUR CHOICE ] with [ MINE / YOURS. ]

🕷   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to scare [ MINE / YOURS ] with a spider.

🕸   -  for [  YOUR / MY ] muse to save [ MINE / YOURS ] from a giant spider’s web.

🌕   -  for our muses to sit beneath a full moon together.

🏠   -  for our muses to visit a haunted house together.

🎡   -  for our muses to visit a haunted carnival together.

🧪   -  for our muses to be trapped in an evil scientist’s liar together.

🪦   -  for our muses to visit a graveyard together at night.

⚰️   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to watch [ MINE / YOURS ] rise from the dead.

🪓   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to chase [ MINE / YOURS ] with an axe.

☎️   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to anonymously called [ MINE / YOURS. ]

🎃   -  for our muses to carve pumpkins together.

🦇  -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to watch [ MINE / YOURS ] turn into a bat. 

🐺   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to discover that [ MINE / YOURS ] is a werewolf.

[fatherbabylon]

THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER: STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2012 film, The Perks of Being A Wallflower. change & alter as needed.

"I just need to know that people like you exist."

"My name is [name]. You call me [name], or you call me nothing."

"They say if you make one friend on your first day, you're doing okay."

"If my English teacher is the only friend I make today, that would be sort of depressing."

"If my parents ask me about it, I probably won't tell them the truth, because I don't want them to worry that I might get bad again."

"I am both happy and sad, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."

"He's still trying to shag that waitress from Olive Garden."

"This is [name]'s first party ever, so I expect nice, meaningful, heartfelt blow jobs from both of you."

"I'm really sorry. That sounded like a compliment in my head."

"[Name], you have such pretty [color] eyes. The kind of pretty that deserves to make a big deal about itself. You know what I mean?"

"I'm sorry I haven't written for a while, but I've been trying hard not to be a loser."

"She also steals jeans from the mall. I don't know why, because her family is rich, but I'm trying not to be judgmental."

"Don't make yourself small. You can't save anybody."

"We accept the love we think we deserve."

"Look at you in that suit. You're like a sexy English schoolboy."

"I just want to make sure that the first person who kisses you loves you. Okay?"

"I have to congratulate you for being happy, because you deserve it."

"[Name], do you ever think that if people knew how crazy you really were, no one would ever talk to you?"

"You see, [name] is a really nice person under the part of her that hates everyone."

"If you touch my friends again, I'll blind you."

"Oh, my god, my life is officially an after-school special. Son of a bitch!"

"You're the best teacher I've ever had."

"Pretty soon, you'll have a whole new group of friends, and you won't even think about this place anymore."

"I just want you to be happy."

"You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love."

"We can't choose where we come from, but we can choose where we go from there."

"You're not a sad story. You are alive."

[fatherbabylon]

HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”

[fatherbabylon]

⊱𝑾𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔⊰

「 𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕 𝑨𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 ➛ 𝑻𝒚𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 」 ╰┈➤ canon divergence, open interaction.

It had been roughly a month since Elliot had reluctantly accepted Tyrell’s job offer at E-Corp. He quit his job at Allsafe only a few days after the proposal, barely able to withstand Gideon’s meltdown when he finally put in his two weeks. Not to mention the amount of grilling he received from Angela asking about what he was going to do next. He didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, preferring to avoid his childhood friend until his two weeks were up.

He spent the week and a half after cooped up in his apartment, fretting about whether or not he had made the right decision. The whole point of this wasn’t the money, it was strategic. It would be easier to take down the beast from the inside. Or that’s what he told himself. It most definitely had nothing to do with the odd sense of curiosity he felt towards Tyrell. No, it had nothing to do with him. He was simply a pawn to be used in his grander gambit. Nothing more…

After everything was said and done, Elliot arrived at the menacing tower to begin his first day on the job. Being the head of the cybersecurity division had its perks, other than the bordering on ridiculous pay upgrade, Elliot now had his very own office. Now that was something he could get used to. Not having to interact with hardly anyone for hours at a time. It was almost perfect. Almost.

The only thing he didn’t like about the office was the size of the window in his door. With how his desk was angled it gave him the view of a rather busy hallway. At the end of the hallway he could see an identical door, only able to see the edge of a desk in said office. He sat back in his chair and waited a moment, curious about who was inside.

The hacker didn’t have to wait long when he saw a tall business man in a blue suit emerge. It was Tyrell. As if sensing the other’s gaze, they ended up locking eyes from across the room. He saw Tyrell smile proudly and nod in his direction, while Elliot on the other hand didn’t react. He just kept staring at the other man for a long moment before he snapped his gaze downward as if suddenly realizing he was visible.

Fuck. He probably arranged for this to be Elliot’s office. Just so he could keep a close eye on him. Figures with how the other man acted around him. Always moving into his personal space at any given opportunity. Always trying to get closer… It was going to be a long first day.

𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜 : ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙

[fatherbabylon]

LOVE LANGUAGE: PHYSICAL TOUCH STARTERS

SEND “REVERSE” FOR MY MUSE TO DO THE ACTION INSTEAD

Send 🛋️ to sit next to my muse

Send 🤝 to hold hands with my muse

Send 🥱 to lay your head on my muse’s shoulder

Send🫂 to hug my muse

Send 🥰 to cuddle with my muse

Send 💃 to dance with my muse

Send 🖐️ to give my muse a backrub

Send 👉 to tickle my muse

Send 👔 to adjust my muse’s collar / tie / lapels

Send👂 to listen to my muse’s heartbeat

Send 💇 to play with my muse’s hair

Send 😘 to kiss my muse

Send 🫴 to help my muse up after they fall down

Send 💪 to pick my muse up

Send ⚔️ to “play fight” with my muse

Send 🥄 to spoon my muse

Send 🫳 to feel my muse’s pulse

Send 🥶 to share body heat with my muse

Send 🛁 to shower or bathe with my muse

Send 😴 to fall asleep on my muse

Send 🫱 to take an object from my muse’s hand

Send ❤️ to touch foreheads with my muse

[fatherbabylon]

⊱𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅⊰

「 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 ➛ 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 」 ╰┈➤ harry potter universe, open interaction.

» Friday, November 3rd Hogwarts Castle, Scotland

The school week had effectively come to a close at Hogwarts and its students were finally free to do as they pleased with their respective weekends. With classes having concluded merely an hour ago, a young wizard by the name of David Belladonna was busy making his weekly rounds of visiting a select few of his favourite professors before he officially kicked off his weekend activities. By now the slytherin boy had reached the end of his list and was on his way to Professor Sybill Trelawney’s office, the Hogwarts divination teacher.

David had just entered the stairwell of the North Tower, honeycrisp apple in hand, when he overheard a familiar voice towards the top half of the stairwell. By the sound of things, he could tell whoever it was, they were most definitely up to no good. David silently ascended the stairs, his wand at the ready, as he listened closely for what exactly the voice was saying. As he drew nearer, he deduced that the voice belonged to none other than Thorfinn Rowle, a rather nasty pureblood slytherin boy. He could also now see that the older boy was accompanied by two other slytherin, Erik Carrow and Agatha Rosier, all of them being seventh year students. All three of the slytherin were crowded around a younger student, the two boys with their wands drawn and targeted towards the younger student.

As David rounded the staircase, only roughly a level below them now, he was able to get a better view of the scene unfolding. He could see that the three purebloods had this younger student cornered against the wall and that Rowle was likely minutes away from doing something rather severe to the younger student. Just from listening in, David was able to deduce that the student they were all targeting was most definitely not of pureblood descent.

David knew he had to hurry and invervine soon but didn’t dare risk striking too prematurely, as being on the lower opposite side of the stairwell gave him nowhere to take cover from the incoming attacks that were sure to come. And with the rapidly approaching battle being three against one, he wanted to make his odds of winning as good as possible in the limited time he had. David raced up the staircase so he was almost upon them all, climbing the stairs two at a time now. Just as he caught sight of them all again, Rowle grabbed the younger student by the collar and turned them so their back was now pushed dangerously over the edge of the stair railing. Belladonna’s heart sank as he watched the younger student get nearly pushed over the edge. Adrenaline raced through the aspiring duelist’s bloodstream and everything seemed to slow down to a crawl. It's now or never.

The following events happened in rapid succession, so rapid it seemed as if David had been practising for this precise moment his entire life. First, David targets Erik Carrow and disarms him stealthily using a nonverbal spell, sending the older boy’s wand sailing down the stairwell. With the fastest duelist of the seventh years successfully neutralised, David moved onto the next biggest threat: Agatha Rosier. She might not have been known for having particularly powerful hexes but she was almost as quick on her feet as Carrow. Just as the two seventh year students, previously more or less only spectating, turned to see who had just interrupted their fun, Rosier reached for her wand, a hex on the tip of her tongue.

Rosier was fast, but Belladonna was faster. Before the witch could finish saying the hex’s incantation, David disarmed her. The nonverbal spell was casted with so much force that it sent Rosier flying straight back, taking Carrow down with her. It was now that Rowle realised the group was under attack, the only signal being when he heard Rosier attempt to cast a hex in the intruders direction.

David readied himself to deflect an incoming attack now that Rowle had finally been alerted to his presence but something unexpected happened. Instead of firing a spell in David’s direction, the older pureblood only glanced at him before turning his attention back to the student he had pinned against the railing. The bloodthirstiness in the older boy’s eyes sent an icy chill down David’s spine. In that very moment, he didn’t see Rowle but instead he envisioned his own older brother. There was no mistaking where this was going now.

Accio! David reached out with his left hand and the student was instantly transferred from their previous position of being pinned against the railing to safely behind David’s back. The rather nasty hex Rowle was about to fire in the younger student’s direction landed on the opposite side of the stairwell wall, some of the bricks cracking away from the force of it. Seeing that he missed his mark, Rowle let out a frustrated growl and moved to target David now. Out of reflex, David reflected the incoming curse right back at Rowle and it sent the boy flying over the edge of the railing.

“Arresto Momentum!” Belladonna managed to successfully cast the spell before Rowle hit the ground. “You could have killed me, you rat!” However, there was only a split second of relief for David in that moment when suddenly Rowle lurched around and targeted him from the bottom of the stairwell. “Cru–” David shot backwards to avoid the incoming curse before it had a chance to land its mark. He ended up smashing into the other student and knocked them to the ground along with him. “–cio!” Rosier let out a scream in fear as she cowered away from the edge of the stairs alongside Carrow. By now David had landed with his back pressed up against the other student, seated between their legs. He was trembling as he looked at the scorch marks the curse had left just a few inches away from his feet at the edge of the stairs.

“Are you out of your fucking mind!” Rosier yelled in Rowle’s direction before she tried to get to her feet. As her head entered Rowle’s view he fired a different spell, a jinx, in her direction. She screamed again and ducked out of the way in time. “It's me you neanderthal! Great Merlin's beard!” She yelled again in exasperation. As she straightened up, Carrow followed closely behind her, almost using her as a shield from the edge of the staircase. Just as they moved to descend the staircase and flee, David targeted them with his wand. They both froze in place. Carrow was quick to put his hands up in surrender while Rosier took a little longer to do the same. Her expression had some air of irritation but it was clear the two seventh years were terrified and clearly didn’t sign up for what had just transpired. “David…” Carrow whispered, his expression pleading with him to allow the two to pass unscathed. The sincere desperation on the older boy’s features seemed to calm David down enough and he allowed the two to pass without further interruption.

David kept his wand trained on the two as they remained in his sights. Even after they left his field of view he kept his wand trained on the place he could last see them on the stairs below. He remained that way until he heard their frantic footsteps dissipate and the sound of the door to the North Tower finally close. It was only then did David realised he had been gripping the other student’s wrist rather tightly. He promptly let go, let out a quiet sigh, and picked himself up off of the other student he had been protecting and got back to his feet. He cautiously peeked over the side of the stair railing to make sure everyone was indeed gone before he turned his attention to the other student. “Are you alright?” He said in a surprisingly calm and comforting voice. At the same time he reached out to help them to their feet, looking them over to make sure they weren’t physically harmed.

[fatherbabylon]

⊱𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎⊰

「 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 ➛ 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔 」 ╰┈➤ canon divergence, open interaction.

It had been nearly a year since Helmut Zemo had made his grand escape out from the infamous Raft prison and was absolutely thriving on his new found freedom. The Baron immediately resumed his life’s mission of dismantling all traces of the world's nefarious enhanced individuals organisations the second he had the means to, Hydra being at the very top of his list.

It was only roughly a week into Helmut Zemo’s mission of infiltrating a Hydra base, himself in disguise as a high ranking commander, when things took a rather unexpected turn. In the midst of the spy gathering vital intel, the base was under attack. It was utter madness with all of the Hydra agents scrambling to either make a vain attempt at defending the base or hastily dispose of their research seeing that the base was surely going to be overtaken soon.

Zemo had rushed back in the direction of his office to gather a few of his things before he abandoned his current mission. On the way up, the spy passed by a hallway littered with dead Hydra agents and took a moment to examine the scene… There was no doubt in his mind that it was none other than the Winter Soldier that was responsible for the massacre he was walking through. Despite Bucky Barnes being a person Zemo could technically trust, the thought of potentially crossing paths with the assassin in his current circumstances was not a particularly savoury one.

Get out. Now.

The sudden gut feeling hit Zemo like the sensation of gunmetal on the nape of his neck. His skin prickled with the overwhelming anxiety of it, the feeling of urgency growing by the second. Never being one to dismiss his own intuitions, Zemo abandoned the route to his office and instead raced into the nearest windowed room. He wasted no time in launching a chair out of the second story window and promptly followed suit himself. His landing was softer than expected as there was already nearly two feet of snow that covered the ground, and it was only growing higher by the second. Of course. The Winter Soldier waited to make his attack until the coming blizzard rolled in so any attempts the Hydra agents made to radio the other Siberian bases would be nearly impossible. A smart move indeed.

The sense of urgency didn’t dissipate, however, as Zemo soon resumed his present task of getting as far away from the base as humanly possible. He ran as fast he could through the rising snow toward what appeared to be a sea of white. Mere seconds after he cleared the last fence of the base, a powerful blast sent him flying forward several feet.

His ears were ringing when he finally was able to pick himself and take in the inferno of flames and rubble he had managed to escape only moments prior. He let out a sigh of relief before he surveyed his current situation. He had two options. One, he turns back towards the rubble and tries to find a functioning vehicle to get him out of there. Which most likely wouldn’t be successful due to the total destruction of the blast and the fact that the Winter Soldier likely tied up that loose end before embarking on his mission. So that left Zemo with his second option of trying to make his way down the mountain himself. Which was very possible on a regular day, but now? In this server of a blizzard where he couldn’t see more than ten feet in front of himself? All the spy had was the long Hydra Commander jacket, a pair of gloves, and a pistol, nothing else to protect him from the elements… This was not good.

But there was no time to waste. Zemo was getting colder by the second. So without further delay he began his treacherous journey down the mountain. With every gust of wind, the skin of his face burned badly with how the icy snow whipped around him. He had no idea how much time had passed at this point but he was beginning to find it harder and harder to keep moving his legs through the snow, exhaustion already setting in. He felt like he was close to clasping when he caught the glimpse of the figure in the snow. Zemo would be damned if he was going to allow a Hydra agent to overtake him. He’d rather freeze to death than let that be the cause of his death.

With a dangerously shaky hand, Zemo retrieved his pistol and aimed it at the figure. His first shot was a complete miss due to how hard he was shivering, but the second managed to make contact with the figure’s arm. But alas, the spy’s ears weren’t graced with sounds of a man in pain, but the distinct sound of a bullet hitting metal. Zemo then fell to his knees, feeling an odd mix of staggering relief but simultaneously intense dread.

“James. My ap-apologies. Had I kn-known it was you, I would have sav-ved the ammunition.” Zemo smiled warmly as he raised his arms in surrender, his entire body still shaking badly. His body screamed at him to simply lay down, to curl up and rest his eyes. If only for just a moment… What a relief that would be…

[fatherbabylon]

「   RP MEME :   CREATURES SPECIFIC - VAMPIRE .   」 * change pronouns as needed. 

FROM A NOT-VAMPIRE. 

‘ don’t come any closer! ’

‘ wait, what are you doing?! ’

‘ if you have to feed, make it quick. ’

‘ please! i don’t want to be like you! ’

‘ please. i want to be like you. ’

‘ you have my permission to drink from me. ’

‘ don’t come near me! ’

‘ you’re a monster. ’

‘ how old are you… really? ’

‘ what/who turned you? ’

‘ you’re freezing to the touch. ’

‘ bite me. ’

‘ i want to be with you forever. ’

‘ make me like you. ’

‘ i’m inviting you inside my home. ’

‘ how often do you have to feed? ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ how could you keep this from me? ’

‘ you have to control it! ’

FROM A VAMPIRE. 

‘ i don’t want to hurt you. ’

‘ that’s a stereotype. not all vampires are like that/do that.’

‘ i’m a monster. ’

‘ i’m no longer a woman/man. i left that a long time ago. ’

‘ i’m ___ years old. i’ve seen ___ centuries pass. ’

‘ i’m hungry… i will always be hungry. ’

‘ i don’t need your help. leave me the hell alone. ’

‘ i won’t kill anyone. i know what i’m doing. ’ 

‘ your blood smells… good/bad. better / worse than the others. ’

‘ this man is dead. ’

‘ the mind plays tricks. you are confused at what you saw. ’

‘ i’m merely a ghost to you. ’

‘ stay back. i can’t resist. ’

‘ come here. i must feed. ’

‘ i’m sorry i couldn’t tell you. i didn’t want you to think any less of me. ’

‘ i can’t control it! ’

‘ i want us to be together forever. ’

‘ my flesh feels no warmth. i feel no hunger, no thirst. ’

‘ it is my curse. ’

[fatherbabylon]

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  (a collection of winter themed prompts. Some are a bit shippy, and some are not!)  

Send one of the following emojis for our muses to:

🎄 decorate the Christmas tree together

❄️ get stuck inside during a snow storm

🎁 spend Christmas together

🕎 celebrate Hanukkah together

🎉 spend New Years Eve together

🛍️ go Christmas shopping together

⛄ build a snowman

💝 exchange presents 

🌿 kiss under the mistletoe

🏠 cuddle in front of the fireplace

🌨️ have a snowball fight

🎿 go skiing 

🏔️ spend the weekend in a cabin 

👕 wear ugly Christmas sweaters

⛸️ go ice skating together 

☕ drink a hot chocolate 

🌲 hike in the snow 

🍪 bake gingerbread men together

🎅 stay up to wait for Santa

[fatherbabylon]

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍/𝐒𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts inspired by spy movies. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)  TW: firearms, death mention

> 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

"You know, I was in love with an agent once."

"I remember the Secret Service being tougher."

"I can negotiate something."

"I bet you're a spy."

"Give me the gun."

"Wow. You really are CIA."

“You don’t look like a spy.” 

"Are you here to kill me?"

"Sorry, love. Gotta save the world."

"Spoken like a true traitor."

"Christ, I miss the Cold War."

"This used to be a Gentleman's game."

"Do you really think a knife can beat a bullet?"

"Quite the body count you're stacking up."

"Is that your real name or just another lie?"

"Governments change… the lies stay the same."

"That's the code name you picked? Really?"

"So you've been lying about your identity all this time?"

"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Do you want a clean kill or do you want to send a message?"

"[name] was one of the most effective black op agents we've ever had."

"Sometimes we pay so much attention to our enemies, we forget to watch our friends as well."

"I hate to say it, but, the accountants seem to be running MI6 these days."

"Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?"

"It pains me to admit it, [name], but one day, you might be as good a spy as any of them.

> 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

[HANDLER] Muse A is new to the agency, and Muse's B is their handler [COMMON ENEMY] Muse A and Muse B are from two different agencies and get assigned the same target. [TRAITOR] Muse A and Muse B are from two different agencies, and Muse A is trying to convince Muse B to change sides. [FALLING FOR THE ENEMY] Muse A is supposed to seduce and kill Muse B, but instead they fall in love. [LIES] Muse A has known Muse B for a while, but is just now finding out that Muse B is a spy. [RESCUE MISSION] Muse B has been taken hostage by the enemy, and Muse A needs to rescue them. [MENTOR] Muse A is a new recruit and is paired with Muse B, much more experienced. [COMPROMISED] Muse A finds out that Muse B is an enemy spy. [RELUCTANT ALLY] Muse A is an ex-enemy agent that has been captured and, in order to avoid going to prison, has agreed to work with Muse B. [THE MOLE] Muse A and Muse B are investigating a mole in the agency. One of the muses can be the mole in this scenario. [SWAN SONG] Muse A is a spy that's been called out of retirement to work with Muse B on one final mission. [SNEAK PEEK] Muse A is a spy and Muse B has seen something that they shouldn't have. [CIVILIAN] Muse A is a spy and Muse B is a civillian that is brought in to help on a top secret project

[fatherbabylon]

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts inspired by the universe of the Hunger Games. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary.)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

"One more kill."

"I have to win."

"Run!"

"I'm scared…"

"I'll keep you safe."

"I volunteer as tribute."

"We should be allies."

"Is that all you can do?"

"You don't scare me."

"I don't need weak allies."

"I don't want to die in there."

"The odds are not really in our favor."

"I'm more than just a piece in their Games."

"Are we gonna fight, or are we gonna chat?"

"I'll bring pride to my district."

"I don't have much competition here."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒

"Let's talk strategy."

"Smile for the cameras."

"I'm here to help you."

"You need sponsors."

"You're not going to die."

"You're gonna have to trust me."

"I know how you're feeling."

"I'm not losing a tribute again."

"Here's some advice: stay alive."

"Just try to appeal to the crowd."

"Don't even try to go to the cornucopia."

"This mentoring is very taxing stuff."

"Unless you want to die, you should listen to me."

"You're gonna have to be a lot more likable than that."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒

"I earned this."

"I deserved this win."

"I'm the luckiest, aren't I?"

"No one is a victor by chance."

"I did what I had to do to win."

"You never really leave the arena."

"Every day it gets a little easier."

"The nightmares never really end..."

"I have nothing to lose, now."

"I can never truly go home."

"They've hurt everyone I love."

"You belong to the Capitol now."

"I'm so grateful to the Capitol."

"I'm so rich and famous and miserable."

"No decent person ever wins the Games."

"Are you really surprised? I'm the best!"

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐋

"Manners!"

"I'm rooting for you!"

"What is this outfit?"

"I love this district."

"Feathers are so last year."

"Happy Hunger Games!"

"You're my favorite victor!"

"I can't believe you're wearing that."

"Let the Hunger Games begin!"

"I'm wearing the latest trends."

"I think someone's a little nervous."

"Who's your favorite tribute this year?"

"Are you betting on anyone?"

"May the odds be ever in your favor."

"The Games are so boring this year."

"I am so excited for the Hunger Games."

"If I could bet on someone, I'd bet on you."

[fatherbabylon]

BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed.

Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together

Send 🪢 for our muses to be handcuffed together without the key

Send 🏆 for our muses to compete against each other in a competition or contest

Send 💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together

Send ✈️ for our muses to wait for a delayed flight together

Send 🚗 for our muses to get stuck on the side of the road together when the car breaks down

Send 🔒 for our muses to get locked in a closet together

Send 🔑 for our muses to get locked out of the house / car together

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together

Send 🌳 for our muses to get lost in the woods together Send 🐺 for our muses to face down a wild animal together

Send 😱 for our muses to be forced to face their greatest fears together

Send ⛵ for our muses to be shipwrecked together

Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together

Send ⚔️ for our muses to be forced into a fight to the death

Send 🧳 for our muses to get stranded in a different country together

Send 🚁 for our muses to go on the run from the law together

Send 🏝️ for our muses to get stranded on a desert island together

Send 🏠 for our muses to get trapped in a haunted house together

Send 🗡️ for our muses to get attacked by a third party

Send ❄️ for our muses to get trapped outside in a blizzard / snowstorm together

Send 🔥 for our muses to be trapped in a burning building together

Send 🚀 for our muses to be stuck in outer space together

Send ✨ for our muses to be stranded on a different planet together

Send 🌐 for our muses to be stranded in a parallel universe together

[fatherbabylon]

A Change Of Scenery

Hello everyone! I'm Mars Downpour and I'm new to the tumblr role play scene. I've been role playing on facebook since 2011 but I'm trying to officially shift over to this platform. I'm not really sure what the most efficient way to role play on here is or how to get myself out there so please bear with me while I figure it all out. 

I have both original and canon characters available, all of which can be found here : my carrd.co page

I'm a literate/advanced-lit writer that writes solely in English. The length of my replies usually range from three to nine paragraphs but I don't hold my writing partners to that same standard. I've always said that as long as you give me something solid to work with it doesn't matter how long it is. A single paragraph will do just fine for me.

I'm most well regarded for my portrayals of Coriolanus Snow from The Hunger Games franchise, Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things, and Frank Castle from the MCU. Currently I'm mainly into TBOSAS, Harry Potter, Detroit: Become Human, and of course my various original characters.