#; starringroleasthehero

[rosetintedgunman]

@starringroleasthehero (You don't need to reply to this. I just had this image in my head)

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For a moment, it seemed as though Actor was throwing nonsense into the air. But then, some pink appeared on the other side of the desk as Wilford's head rose into view.

"Aw man. An' here I thought I was bein' all sneaky. Ya done with th' script writin'? Have ya added that great idea ya had of th' anime girl with th' huge honkers? I think it'd be a hit with th' cool kids an' nerds. Or maybe just Bim. Who knows!"

[theauthorlives]

@starringroleasthehero - Continued from here

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The perk about being in prison for as long as Yancy has been is knowing when someone sticks out at a glance. Everyone is dressed the same. It’s impossible to tell the rich from the rags when everyone has been stripped of every material possession. Yet one of the newest prisoners had an air about him. One of those ‘holier-than-thou’ individuals that was begging to get an ass kicking. Yancy wasn’t a man who would throw himself in danger for a stranger, but he could try and give a snippet of advice.

(Assuming this man would even listen to him in the first place. )

“I’ll be blunt. It’s good that youse got your guards up like that. At the same time, you don’t want to make enemies out of everyone. You gotta find that middle ground, yeah?” Yancy dug his hands into his pockets with a light shrug. “Don’t matter who you was. In here, it’s a new start, so none of that shit outside matter. You could be anything at all out there, and it matter none in here. But if you don’t got no one in youse’s corner, then... It’ll be tough. Prison life ain’t always a walk in the park.” A life that Yancy has learned to enjoy? Absolutely! But that didn’t make it complete paradise for someone new.

[blueheartedmayor]

@starringroleasthehero​ - Continued from here

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The stranger was dressed well. Damien waited because he believed there would be some request made, or perhaps an invitation to something. Instead, the other man simply stared, like this was a moment he never thought would happen. Frankly, it seemed ridiculous to Damien. He wasn’t anyone important. A ‘mayor’ was just a title. In actuality, he was a man who wanted to help improve a city that was near and dear to his heart.

A smile tugged the corner of his lips, a hint of sympathy mixed in with amusement. “You don’t need to worry. It’s not the first time I’ve heard such a statement. But I would hazard a guess that you know my sister, Celine? She’s always been the more outgoing of the two of us.” It wasn’t something that worried him. Beyond that, he had been told he bore resemblance to another person entirely, but that was not an impossibility. After all, there were billions of people alive. Resemblances would happen.

“I do apologise for the moment of confusion, but I can help clear that by confirming we have never met before.”

[forgotten-expectations]

@starringroleasthehero​ continued from here x.

WHAT A CURIOUS NOTION, TO ‘BLEND IN’. He’s the star of the show, all eyes are to be focused on him when he takes center stage! Peacock that he is, in less dramatic terms, he loves to dress in that familiar red suit to catch the eye, even in mundane day-to-day things, because yes, he does think it’s HIS RIGHT to be noticed, to be recognised for the well-loved hero that he surely is.

“Blend in?” He glances at the stranger with a quirked brow, amused smile spreading onto his face with a half-huff, half-chuckle. “I wouldn’t take what you said the wrong way regardless, I don’t have any INTENTION to blend in!”

And who exactly was this person, to just stroll up to him and say it, anyways? Trying his hardest not to be judgemental, he looked her over with a hum, not really getting too much of an idea of who she could be or what she was up to to bump into him while he was out and about...

She couldn’t be somebody that was after him, though. Those types were more... Simultaneously insidious and blatant about it. Something he always had to keep an eye out for, because it always kept him on his toes.

“Some of us like eyes to be on us, dear.” ‘Dear’ sounds so slimy coming from him in that moment.

This particular mission was going to be an odd one. It’s not like Viper was explicitly well known but she had carved out her own little niche since she’d fully dived into being an independent assassin. She knew the right channels from her previous time with HYDRA and she had contacts enough that she wasn’t really worried about work and since she lived a fairly simple life - especially after the snap, she didn’t need much to go by. 

Still, the request she’d gotten was weird. It wasn’t strange for her clients to keep themselves private but she usually stayed away from those didn’t give any information - she vetted out her clients pretty heavily with an old network she’d had access to from HYDRA that was still running. But this person had come back with nothing and while it was suspicious, the reward that was offered was hefty enough that she considered it. And took it.

The description had been spot on, down to the likelihood of the red suit that he’d likely be wearing. Really, finding Mark had been super easy which once again made her suspicious. But - she was this far in and she wasn’t particularly worried about her safety.  

When Viper’s order was to kill, she made sure not to let herself be known. Killing was easier anonymously, with as little leads leading to her as possible and she’d been at this long enough to know how to not get caught. But this wasn’t a kill order, so she was a little bit more laxed in regards to her approach. Besides, it was always fun to approach head on, maybe get a little bit more information for curiosities sake. 

So forward she was, walking up to him like she’d just noticed him in the crowd and was curious. 

“Gotcha, well, you’re certainly making it very easy to stand out in that case and I will admit, I can imagine it’s difficult to keep eyes off of you.”

A charming smile, one laced with curiosity and an obvious intention to flirt. Flirting made things easier. 

There’s no reaction to the use of the pet name though she imagines it’s very useful in making other people uncomfortable. Good thing she’s not other people.

“My names Lilith - by the way. I usually make a joke about how it’s others’ pleasure to meet me, but I think I have to admit it’s my pleasure this time.”

[ivebeenwaiting]

@starringroleasthehero​

Not long since he’d sent Alex back to Mark, Dark was ready to finally, after all this time, after all the waiting and baiting and figuring out a full proof plan, something with no holes, no way Mark could escape, he was finally ready to enact his revenge. 

It would be simple. It would be simple it would be meticulous it would be torture. And Dark would thrive on every moment he had his hands on that slimy motherfucker that always managed to slip just right out of his reach. Years upon years of learning what he was capable and what would be the easiest way to get to Mark and now he was finally here, finally steps ahead of the bane of his existence. 

Wilford, of course, would have to be informed but the revenge, oh, the revenge was Dark’s to be had. Perhaps he would even let Wilford be the one to finally end it when the bastard was begging to be released from existence. Until then, however, Dark was going to tear him apart limb from limb. 

What better way would it be to tear him apart than take away all the things he still very much cared about? The start would be slow, terrifying, and Dark would strike when he wasn’t expecting it. 

During a simple conversation with Alex, who hadn’t left the premises yet, Dark would make his strike. The keys to the mansion, that dreaded, terrible, nightmarish place, were safely tucked away in a safe somewhere within his home but Dark, oh, Dark, of course, knew where they were. He knew where they were, what the code was, and the moment that Mark would try and retrieve the keys. It was a shame Dark was steps ahead of him.

Footsteps finally echoed throughout the corridor as Dark made his way into the living room, Alex glancing up midsentence, silencing the second she laid eyes on him. 

“Hello. Hope I’m not interrupting.” 

[frxgments-of-frxgments]

💋( @starringroleasthehero !)

Spin the bottle is an utterly ridiculous game, invented purely to let sexually frustrated juveniles have an excuse to swap spit and satisfy their never ending urges to tangle their tongues together. It's innane. It's childish. It's pointless.

Which is why the Student has to be incredibly fucking drunk before they can be roped into it.

They honestly hardly know what's happening, letting themselves be tugged down to join a shaky approximation of a circle, convinced solely by the promise of a sip of the nicely aged whiskey they're using as a spinner as they lean away from a couple barely two steps away from having sex right there on the dorm floor. Eugh. But they do want some of that whiskey... They reach out to spin the half empty bottle, figuring the sooner they get this over with, the sooner they can get back to betting everyone out of their textbook money at Poker, watching as the liquor sloshes and sways to a stop, following the spout to see...

Oh. Mark.

Immediately their bored looking expression melts into something both relieved and conniving. They'd planned to get away with a peck on the cheek, swiping their drink before anyone could hold them responsible, but... Well. They know Mark. He's their friend. And he's not too bad on the eyes, even if he can be a right prick when he feels like it... As far as first kisses go, they could certainly do worse.

They scoop up the bottle to flick off the cap, gulping down a swig of burning booze, the rush of it filling their veins with hot adrenaline, blood pounding in their ears, leaning over to grab Mark by the lapels of his stupidly expensive silk shirt, yanking him forward to crash his lips against theirs with a passion that surprises even them.

They blame the brief flash of tongue that slides across Mark's lip and against his teeth on the alcohol. They taste of whiskey and cheap student wine. Maybe this has been a long time coming. Or maybe it's just impulse and booze. That's for them to know and Mark to wonder.

They let his now wrinkled shirt go to leave Mark falling back into his seat, a smug smile on their face as they swipe their tongue across their lips to chase the last traces of the kiss away before handing the whiskey bottle back to the nearest wide eyed spectator. They're heading back to the kitchen table where a makeshift poker game is waiting for them to ruin it before Mark can say a word.

Not bad for a first kiss. Not bad at all.

[invinciblecaptained]

//crawling back here to say as a heads-up for folks who might not know: I’m focusing on my  Wilford ( @lifeneedsabitofmadness ) & Actor ( @starringroleasthehero ) blogs, since it’s easiest to get into writing them, so feel free to bother those two over there :D

[astralnexus]

Well.

My current bad mood, plus rewatching some stuff, has apparently kickstarted my muse back up for Actor Mark.

If you wish to bother him via asks, you are more than welcome to: @starringroleasthehero

[dragthroughhell]

@starringroleasthehero

“So. Got any plans then?”

[rosetintedgunman]

OOC: I shared this with Wren but you know what, it's too much of a gem to keep hidden away.

( @rabbitholewritten , @starringroleasthehero , @stageplayhero )

[crushng-a]

🐦(for whomstever ye wish)

for eldritch mark bc this has truly been gin’s brainspace on the matter

[ivebeenwaiting]

@starringroleasthehero

“It’s quite amusing that you’re doing my work for me, Mark.”

[dayns-despair]

“Ah, no... I just... sometimes wonder why I can’t remember it well,” Dayn shrugged, hands shaking. “You'd think someone would remember the night their life was ended.”

But do I want to remember? Whenever I try, the headaches—

Dayn smiled at him, their posture relaxing marginally. “Thanks, Mark.”

No, I don’t want to remember.

MARK IS GOOD.

Do you ever think about that evening? About what happened? - Dayn

Ah, the district attorney. One of many in this nebulous universe, he thinks? Things are forever weird and escape his memory. His little partner in crime. How he cherished them greatly.

But that question caught him off-guard. Greatly so, in fact. Yes, he thought about that evening a lot, and he thought about the events, the consequences, everything else. But he wasn’t to blame, was he now? Not in his mind, not entirely. But something tugged at his heart to tell him he was. He dismissed it.

“Of course, my dear, I do. The memory is as fresh as it gets; and I have no regrets. Why, is something on your mind, Dayn?”

Mark tilted his head, a brow cocking in curiosity. It had been oh-so-long for both of them, so long since he’d rescued them from what Damien and Celine had done to them--

As if that wasn’t Mark’s own fault. As if he wasn’t the one to orchestrate the whole thing. There were hitches, and Dayn was an unexpected element. Unintended casualty. As if Mark was entirely prepared for the situation. What a fucking liar.

[crushng-a]

💋( @starringroleasthehero i am forcing him to receive a kiss)

awwwww. is mark blushing? gin giggles, pleased as punch with the reaction. the moment mark tries to step away, he’s tugged by his perfectly pressed lapels — GIN KISSES HIM FULL ON THE LIPS! it’s an insistent press, leading with tongue and teeth. they nip until a wincing gasp lets them inside, and then they taste, tangle.

he waits until he can feel mark’s chest heaving against his before he finally pulls away. calculated, guileless gaze sweeping over the actor’s open expression. cataloguing reactions, the shudders and sighs, the wide eyes, the simple shock. they pat mark’s cheek.

“you’re adorable,” he tells him. “you know, for a piece of shit.”

[dragthroughhell]

@starringroleasthehero

Mark was the last person Alex really wanted to see but - given that they had nowhere else to go for the time being, Mark was the closest person they could think of. Still, not even the idea of Mark betraying them stopped them from showing up bloodied at his door, their fingers curled into a fist as they did their best to knock.

[astralnexus]

@starringroleasthehero

if you wanna yell at my Actor bastard for Valentine’s or wanna ask him ADWM-related questions, y’all are more than welcome!