#;volucerrubidus

[deadpoolunofficial]

"So, the double swords and the double pistols. What's up with that? Prepping for the apocalypse or something, pal?" -A little thing to say hello! | @volucerrubidus

Unprompted | Always Accepting

The masked merc looked up from the gun he was taking the time reloading his weapon, he had heard the approach some time ago but hadn't made it known he was aware. He lifted his right hand and then waved with the guy, a smile could be faintly seen from the indents of the mercenary's mask.

"Oooooh, what are yoooou supposed to be?" Completely ignoring the initial question the caped crusader had asked. "I like the colors going on! A mix of bright and dark. You look straight out of one of my comic books." Wade pressed his gloved hands together and kicked up his leg. He reholstered the gun he was holding after.

"Oh, the apocalypse? The only prepping I do is for a big meal buddy. Or right before the bedroom tango." he waved his hand flippantly before turning away from the vaguely bird-themed hero. He squatted down to a cache in front of him and closed it. The case made a whirring sound as it locked itself.

"But nooo, nooo. No, doomsday prep! These guns are for unaliving people! You know! K-I-L-L. The ol' spray and pray." Wade waved his hand around as he picked up the cache case. "The swords? A bit of a stick and poke but you don't get a really shitty tattoo out of it, you just get a really shitty wound!"

[question-marked]

@volucerrubidus

"You must be a huge advocate for safety, because you're talking to me dressed like a damn traffic cone!"

[queryxecho]

I'm on the wrong blog but oh god ╳ from @volucerrubidus

Send X for Q or E to take a bullet for you // Still Accepting @volucerrubidus my love. i'm so sorry but not really

I thought I told you this was a bad idea. If it wasn’t so unnervingly silent, it would be a seething whisper, but she can’t bear to break the delicate quiet. Even to catch your attention. Diedre had a high tolerance for risk and straight recklessness, but even this exceeded that. And she just had this nagging feeling that you weren’t going to let it go. How many times had she told people herself to just drop it? For their own sake. And since when did heroes in this city ever listen to that? 

Take it from someone who’s tried almost every flavor under the sun; sometimes good righteousness is the worst kind of drug. Addictive, dangerous, and deadly. With such a need that you won’t listen to anyone who tries to tell you it’s folly. You would think the city’s masks knew that by now.  Ironically, she left her own domino back home. Just her usual black leather jacket and boots. Not enough time to even grab her signature GCPD cap. It’s not armor but it’s close enough. Not that the green domino was ever her mask to begin with. You figured that out awhile ago, didn’t you? 

There’s too many bad vibes. Something you can never quite describe despite how LOUD it feels. Like a shudder just sitting on the edge of racking your body, but never crossing the line. It’s too quiet, this city is NEVER quiet. It NEVER stops. Gut screaming GET OUT, but she won’t just yet. Not alone. And she spots you as soon as she spots him. 

Maybe she was always too reckless too. Hypocritical habits. To worried about everyone else, never enough about herself. Maybe that's what they have in common. And stubbornness. Too stubborn to leave alone. 

And you’re not alone. But maybe not in the way you think. Too focused on some clue to feel the third interloper here.  So much happened so fast that she’s not quite sure if she moved first at the sight of glinting metal, or if he spotted her and moved to take the shot hurriedly anyway. She thinks she screams NO, and it takes away the attention. And the sights. 

It doesn’t matter, it’s not silent anymore. Fights never are. And after all, wasn’t being muscle always the job? Old habits die hard and all that. Or maybe she just didn’t want to admit that sometimes this blonde could be heroic too. Because it would mean admitting that maybe you weren’t ever really so different from her after all. 

She’s sure she’s broken something of the stranger’s from the crack and the yelling, but the triumph doesn’t last as that BANG! rocks the building.

And her stomach. 

Never good. Diedre isn’t unfamiliar with the pain and shock that wracks your system when metal rips through it, but it never becomes a sensation you fully remember until you’re thrust back in the moment of it. You just have to breathe. It becomes the only job left. Moving down to your knees, or falling more accurately, and then leaning over to lay on your side. Just breathe. Over and over. It’s such a simple job until it isn’t. 

In a few moments, familiar hands have her moving into a lap. That’s actually better. Even if her groan suggests otherwise. Ignore that, it’s involuntary. 

“I told you it was a bad idea to come alone,” she whispered. “Stubborn ass.” She doesn’t mean it though. She always knew this was you. And it didn’t stop her from falling anyway. She reached up a bloody hand to brush away some of the more unruly hair. You really do need to get that cut.

“Not your fault though. I came anyway. Not your fault. You have to say it. Come on. “Not my fault.” You have to say it. It's not Nina’s either. I slipped her some stuff to sleep hard.” 

[dementedspeedster]

It might be odd to see someone in an orange t-shirt hanging around a city square in the Midwest, but this particular person in an orange t-shirt is pulling it off... Somehow. It's french-tucked, and he's wearing nice, cuffed jeans. A pink flannel is tied around his waist. If one were to look closely, they might even notice that his eyes twinkle with heart-shaped reflections.

His gaze catches on a blonde around his age, so he waves in a friendly manner and smiles. "Hey, cutie. What's a guy gotta do around here to get some directions?"

@volucerrubidus (Son of Aphrodite!Tim)

Thad hadn't intend to make any sudden stops as he weaved his way through the city on foot. He had things to do, places to be, the usual. People didn't tend to distract him, but as he caught this glimpse of orange and those eyes he stopped dead in his tracks.

People didn't distract him, but this guy certainly did, as Thad couldn't help but take him in from head to toe. He was, well damn, a real looker.

"I, oh!" He blinks, taken by surprise by the sudden conversation. Maybe he could stop for just a minute. "Well, it usually shouldn't be that hard. People around here are usually more than keen to help someone as cute as you, but I guess their loss is my good fortune today." He casually says as he pulls out his phone from his back pocket, "So where are you headed?"

[snkts]

Ooh if you feel inspired by anything the generator puts out... ✏️??

INCORRECT QUOTES ROUND 2 - ELECTRIC BOOGALOO || ACCEPTING

Tim: Can I ask a dumb question? Logan: Better than anyone I know.

[m4uga]

"I dunno if we play for the same team, but I have a feeling we could kick some serious criminal butt, if you ever feel like it. I mean, we might have to talk about the use of deadly weapons, but..."

mauga gently sucks his teeth in at red robin's initial concern about his chainguns and feigns an apologetic look. ❝ ooo, i don't know about that one, kid. you see here, ❞ his gaze flickers down to eye on his weapons before giving them a affectionate pat on their 'heads'. ❝ cha-cha and gunny have something the psychologists call 'separation anxiety'. puts them in a cranky mood if they're ripped away from each other, ❞ a deep chuckle follows under the guise of a warning. ❝ trust me when i say you're not going like their temper tantrums. ���

judging by robin's structure; mauga can easily tell this boy was small, yet nimble enough to evade close-ranged hits and utilise the gadgets to gain more distance between them if things got dire. someone like robin would be easily underestimated in the field, but mauga knew better than to dismiss it despite not knowing how the hero operated. but, alas, mauga wants to extract more information from him with another dumb smile and the glint of mischief in his eyes.

❝ you're not afraid of getting your hands bloody, are ya? ❞ came the playful tease, but he already knew the answer to that one. ❝ no offence, kid. but you don't look like the type to hurt a fly. ❞

[blckfckinmsk]

"They're not even a 10, and they need to start choosing to leave the kink gear at home. Come on, man."

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

· 𓂃 ࣪˖🔪 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . "Isn't it past your bedtime?"

[violetgleams]

Red Robin drops off a thermos of chai and a container of chicken noodle. There's a packet of cough drops in the care package as well, and all of it is presented with a cheesy red bow on top. He will not be present after knocking on the fire escape window, but he hopes that the gift goes over well, nonetheless. <3

Avi responded to the knock with caution, and only carefully shuffled his altar out of the way when he could see that there was no one waiting to come in as soon as he opened the window. What he did find was just as unexpected: a bow-decorated paper bag stocked with soup, cough drops, and, much to his delight, hot chai.

He could see no sign of who had left it, but signed a “thank you” to the night air before bringing everything inside to be enjoyed out of the cold.

[fxllenwilson]

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

question time - Accepting! @volucerrubidus

"Pffft, are you for real, Red?" Neither of their nightly activities were 'legal'.

"I think I already paid the death penalty and therefore, maybe I get a pass. Besides, the temptation to break out of places is just as high as the temptation to break in."

[fartemis-crock]

@volucerrubidus gets an agg. pickup line thx

"what's your favorite kinda pizza---"

There's a distracted pause, as she makes an overly exaggerated point to look him up and down. Maybe to distract from the fact she's definitely about to try and pickpocket him. "--mine's a piec'a ass."

[mad-hunts]

Idk if Tim would even be in Barton's contacts but in case he would, or if it would be funny to pretend for a second: ☎️

phone contact meme!

contact name: the most annoying kid of all time 👍 (i'm sorry in advance for this JSJSJ barton is just... yeah. he would NOT have a good name for tim if he was in his phone BC he's probably salty as hell about being beat up by red robin 💀 jsjsjs lmaooo)

contact picture:

(IDK why but this just seemed very fitting for tim whenever i think about how barton probably views him LOL like, he may or may not see tim as one of those 'youngin's who think they're too cool for this world' JSJSJ not to say that he isn't cool OFC but... this was just the right amount of badass and funny for tim's contact picture IMO haha)

ringtone: a warning bell (yeahhh, unfortunately, barton is not letting up with the assholery even here sksks).

social media that barton follows tim on: he only follows tim on youtube so he can post hate comments on his videos / j (AHH, okay, i'm having too much fun with this FR as i'm only joking BUT yeah. in this scenario, he does follow tim on youtube if he has an account on there)

the most recent phone call between our muses, and how long it was: the most recent phone call that barton had with tim over the phone was him asking for tim's help with doing some... detective work, oddly enough. presumably on how to find evidence to prove someone was trying to frame him for a murder he did not commit — and this also served as his 'one phone call' after he had been stuck into a holding cell for several hours. this phone call lasted about 30 minutes, but barton asked for more time on the phone. though the officer on duty told him to hang it up (pun not intended).

the three most recently sent messages from my muse to yours:

1. 'so, uhh, do you seriously think that that makes us friends now? because in my experience... even if someone did save you out of some human part of themselves, that doesn't necessarily mean that the person can't backstab you later.'

2. 'yeah, i know. that's pretty telling of the kind of people i've hung around in the past and yadda-yadda-yadda BUT that's besides the point! what i'm trying to say here is that i may have saved you, but that's only because i don't want to see any kids die.'

3. 'anyone 20 and below is still a kid to me. and you fit into that category, don't you? god's, giving you my phone number so i can with you to get [redacted] arrested because i can't touch him and you wanted him gone? that is something i'm really starting to regret now. like we're not friends, but we're also not enemies now, and that makes everything so complicated'

[sanguine-salvation]

Tell us about something that's happened recently!

[ ☠ ― 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟. - ACCEPTING ]

"Am I being pressed? Ooooh, it feels like I'm being pressed!" An awful grin sprawled irreverently across their face. "Cute. But no confessions for a B+ effort."

They leaned forward with their chin resting across their laced fingers. "It rained the other night. I had to rush to the library, even the hands of death aren't immune from frostbite, and I would like to keep them. For business' sake, of course."

"... But as I was planning to make myself inconspicuous at the table behind the fiction section, I happened to spy a little deal being struck just in the back alley, behind that little Italian cafe." Their smile turned coy, but too venomous to be anything but drunk on malicious delight.

"Seems like Sionis is making some big waves. As if he'd do anything less. But the old dogs aren't happy about some pup playing too rough with them. I'm impressed! It takes a lot to get them to stop shooting at each other. Not that it'll last long. They'll be at each others throats again soon enough. They always go back to what's comfortable."

"Good! Ha! Those bloated corpses could use enrichment in their sad little enclosure. They've been rotting, lazy and complacent, on their vapid thrones for too long. And he's bloodthirsty bastard, so at least it'll be fun to watch. I might even circle the bloodbath a little myself. Pick off the poor zombies they neglect to free..."

[badboysupr]

"Hey, you're pals with my sister, right? I need your help with something, and you can't tell her about it. Promise?" -flings a son of Aphrodite into ur inbox like a frisbee (but no pressure ofc!)

@volucerrubidus || eeee hello hello! :D

“Pals,” this guy says.

And that's enough to make Leo's face do a little Hold on, did I just hear that right? sort of scrunch that seemed to be a direct line to the tilt of his head after the fact. He lets out one of those quick little puffs of laughter through his nose: the kind of response most people literally had when they sent an “lol” in a text message or something. And then he twists in his seat to give this encounter a bit more . . . proper attention—

Whatever that happens to look like when you're Leo Valdez, of course.

“Well, well, well.” Gods, he'd always wanted a reason to say that. “Someone is eager to play with fire, huh? Pretty bold move, y'know: walking up to a dude and requesting he swear secrecy about something with no context. Ris–kay.” He's sporting a grin, though, and his pants would absolutely be on fire for a different-than-usual reason if he said he wasn't curious. So, Leo leans forward, elbows propped on his knees and chin nestled in his palms like a kid at storytime:

“Tell me more.”

[dementedspeedster]

don't fucking touch her. him. -maybe about Bart in a canon verse?

Accepting || PROMPTS FROM THE SERPENT AND THE WINGS OF NIGHT

At those words that pierce the silence of the night, Thad's outstretched hand reels back from where Bart was passed out on the ground.

Thad stands up straight and he lets out an annoyed sigh that runs through his whole body as his shoulders rise and drop. With a spin on his heel he turns away from the helpless hero to face Tim instead.

"Well, look at you. You finally got to one of your friends on time. How does that feel? Especially knowing you were helpless to save them on not one, but two different occasions? Maybe we should see if we can go for three? Huh? What do you say, Red Robin?" Thad flashes him a cruel grin.

[maximummuses]

"When I smile it actually feels uncomfortable." -to Damian with heavy sarcasm lol

Dr. Phil out of context rp starters

"I'm finally glad someone understands. The act of smiling feels supremely uncomfortable, not to mention infantilizing... Wait," Damian crosses his arms, and his scowl becomes more intense. "Sarcasm? Really?"

[queryxecho]

Bursts in out of breath. "I made a Mistake."

@volucerrubidus beloved

Deep breath.

"How can someone so delightfully smart, be so fucking stupid." Okay. Definitely could have been worse. If they worked for someone like Roman, this would be a much more serious conversation. "I'm going to act like it didn't happen. So is Nina. You and Eddie do with that what you will."