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[mr-tony-stark]

// closed starter for @norabarnes143

Tony had been up for a few days now.  He wasn’t great at sleeping at the best of times, but since the whole ‘hole-in-the-sky-with-aliens-pouring-out’ debacle, he’d been having nightmares.  He was scared to go back to sleep, not that he’d admit that to anyone.

He’d been distracting himself in the lab when he wasn’t actively out being Iron Man or taking meetings with people. Since the Battle for New York, he’d made twenty-three new versions of his Iron Man armor.  All the different versions lined the walls of his workshop in different cases.

He was waning though.  In the past when he felt like this, he’d head out to a club, pick out someone to take home, and hope the sex would give him an endorphin high that would get him a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.  Tonight, he went to the communal kitchen to make himself the strongest coffee he could.

When he stepped into the room he was surprised to find Clint up.  “Hey, Legolas,” he said, beelining to the coffee machine.  “Can’t sleep?”

[shotmrmiller]

thinking it was a good idea making now retired simon wear his old mask for role play but now you're kinda afraid because you can feel his eyes on you but he's nowhere in sight and being hunted in your own home is actually terrifying

[glykera]

Closed starter

(Cw for body image issues and maybe some self blame. This one shouldn't be too bad hopefully)

You hadn't seen Glykera in a bit, which wasn't all that unusual, but you hadn't seen her anywhere around camp so far. She wasn't even in the Hephaestus cabin.

Somehow, you got into Bunker 9. That's where she hung out a good bit of the time, right? It was a huge bunker. That much was a given. Loads of parts and machines everywhere. In the midst of it all, off to the side, Glykera just... sat. She wore a looser chiton than usual so that it wasn't as form-fitting and she hugged her stomach. At least she was sitting? Usually, she would find some way to make herself work and clean.

@mache-of-greece @fire-boy-official @iceweavercatlover @melissathetherapist @luck-is-crucial @the-prince-telemachus @superbstarlightsheep @dianedantedominic @ithacas-prince @verdammte @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues @when-fate-is-mistaken @unhinged-as-hell

[toupee-or-nottoupee]

he really is so pretty, isn't he?

[forestofstarlight]

The Princess's Secret (Closed rp with @the-blackbird-roleplays)

Viola lets out a sigh as she finishes getting ready for the day, straightening out any wrinkles in her dress. She knew today was going to be another day of performing her royal duties, and that also unfortunately means another day of her father trying to marry her off to another egotistical and snobbish prince or duke.

She lets out another soft breath before she opens the door to her bedroom and steps out into the main hallway, smiling when she sees the head of the royal guard and her main bodyguard Leo waiting for her. A soft, barely visible pink blush on her cheeks as she stood in front of her Faunus bodyguard... and secret love.

"Good morning, Leo. I hope you're ready for whatever the day... or father... has planned for us." She says, hesitating slightly before she mentioned the king.

@the-blackbird-roleplays

[deathly-silence]

Hey, some fuck started another barfight and a gun was drawn, is there a doc nearby? I may have gotten shot.

-🥃🪶

I take a break for one minute and disaster strikes. You know, you really might consider putting in a place a no fire arms rule, doll.

[barnesandbarton]

“If you’re sooooo mad, use that to finally beat me in a sparring match for once,” Nat smirked, intentionally rilling him up more. [for either to start]

Clint huffed and folded his arms.  “That’s not fair, Nat,” he said.  “You know I am better at range things.”

Bucky was watching on amused at the side of the room. “You can’t take Nat?” he teased.  “Look at her.  She’s tiny.  Now look at yourself.”

Clint flipped him the bird. 

[mr-tony-stark]

// closed starter for @heroesfromtheashes

Tony kept glancing at Bruce as he worked.  This was so new to the futurist.  Of course he’d dated before.  But never seriously and never for long.  There were never any real feelings involved outside of a brief need for connection and physical touch that was otherwise withheld from him in his day to day life.

Then Tony had met Bruce Banner and everything had changed.  They had connected so quickly.  First on the intellectual, and then on the emotional.  And for the first time, Tony wanted more than just a brief hook up and endorphin high.

But he wasn’t used to this.  Not the companionship. Not the affection.  Definitely not the waiting to have sex.

He got it.  He did.  No one wanted a Hulk out mid coitus - especially not him.  But god … it was so hard to hold back when he wanted him this badly.  He wanted Bruce so badly he ached.

He was being patient though.  The last thing he wanted was for a person he genuinely cared about to feel pressured.  Especially not about that.  But that didn’t mean he didn’t itch to touch the man.

He was distracted now.  He’d been touching up the same piece of solder for far too long. The circuit was ruined and he’d need to reprint it.  He set everything aside and moved over to Bruce, wrapping his arms around him from behind and kissing his cheek.  “Hey.  You wanna go get dinner?” he asked. 

[skullmoss]

seeing a post complaining about where rook "belongs" with the companions bc bioware isn't including them in companion-focused promo material makes me actually achingly angry about the way ppl engage with rpgs in the modern age. where they need to be spoonfed by mommy game devs in order to be happy.

"i hate the inquisitor because they're boring :("

"this is why i like dark urge origin over tav in bg3 bc it gives me a reason to care :("

like i'm sorry. the part about a ROLEPLAYING game like dragon age, like baldur's gate, like elder scrolls, is to fucking.....bring your own brain to the table and fill in the gaps for that character. if you don't want to play a game where you have to actively engage in creating your character from scratch, giving them your own little backstory to influence the why and how they say or react to things, then play a game with a semi-custom protag (mass effect, dragon age 2) or, better yet, a game with no customization and you just roleplay as A Set Guy (witcher, disco elysium).

for example, i personally hate dragon age 2 because i don't like how bioware went from a relatively malleable protag with multiple origin backgrounds (the warden) to just...attempting to make dragon age into mass effect by giving us a singular protag you can change the class, gender, appearance, and choose the personality of but you're stuck with the same background and family no matter what. inquisition has its MAJOR flaws, but the inquisitor is a malleable protag that's more in line with what origins established.

"why isn't rook really featured in promo materials?"

because the second bioware creates their own 'default' rook to advertise with, is the second fandom becomes less fun and fans suddenly latch on to that iteration of the character and say there's a 'canon' way to play the game when there isn't.

"where does rook fit into all this??"

idk mate the game isn't out yet and sometimes a protag is just Some Person who wound up at the wrong place at the wrong time. fucking have fun with it.

people love astarion from baldur's gate 3 even though he is ACTUALLY some rando with 0 connection to the main overarching story.

the gaps in characters like the warden, like the inquisitor, like tav in baldur's gate, are there for you to fill in. you can criticize the way it's done and handled in the game itself. hate the way certain things are shoehorned in without allowing flexibility. but to complain about the gaps existing period?? you're missing the point of a 'fully' customizable protag. are you that afraid of indulging in an OC?

the way some people react to and talk about games that are made a VERY SPECIFIC WAY to appeal to a certain demographic of gamers (people who can and will have fun with having freedom and not being entirely railroaded) is like....going into a peanut-free bakery demanding a peanut butter cookie.

[doctorr-ivo-robotnik]

Would you look at that.

They didn't even take that long before they started cuddling. Took a lot less time than it took for Stone and I to get to a point to do that.

-- Dr. Robotnik, a little ticked, but not caring otherwise

[pink-koi-lovejoy]

CLOSED STARTER

(Only interact if tagged) ||Lost||

Koi just came back from a visit to New Rome, where he had been visiting his dads. He’s seemed…off lately. Only those super close noticed it- he still worked in the infirmary, smiled as he held conversations, made crafts in his free time- but it just didn’t seem right. Something had to be wrong.

It’s currently almost night. Koi sits on a little cliff full of flowers that over looks the sea, sun set perfectly framed by the branches.

/how do you interact?\

Tag list:

@demigod-jack-hearth @everyones-fav-mailboy @yourlocalfallenstar @lunar-eklipso-r

[willthewildlesbian]

WILL!

@mhm-im-chaotic-good

"AERYNE!"

[talis-talks]

Jayce's hands shake as he tries to answer his phone. He has to repeatedly tap the screen, fingers red and starting to go numb. He tries to keep the image of his mother's fingers, black, dead, gone, out of his head.

With a huff, he brings the phone up to his ear. Fuck. He needs to put on gloves.

"H-Hey, Vik," he laughs, a little too high-pitched. Snow falls on his nose. He tries to ignore it. His hands haven't stopped shaking. "I— I'm on the way, I'll be there soon. I— I'll be fine. I'm f-fine."

He's not fine. It's cold. It's freezing. It's snowing, and he's outside, walking to Viktor's place.

[ @behind-the-progress ]

[winguhiro]

@rigelig asked : “ stay out of my way, hawks ”

Keigo fluffed out his feathers as he walked around the League of Villains headquarters. At the moment, the main living area was nearly empty. Shigaraki had been here, but he retreated to his room. Dabi wasn't here, not that Keigo could tell at least.

Keigo was bored. He had brought the LOV some intel regarding heros and certain patrols, now he was hoping to find something to take back to the HPSC. Today was going rather boringly, though, so he had little hope. Being a double (triple?) agent was exhausting, but someone had to do it.

Hawks was lost in his thoughts when he felt someone push passed him, rather aggressively. The person happened to brush against some rather sensitive feathers. The abrasion caused him to recoil quickly, and look down at the person. Before Keigo could even get a word in, they muttered a sharp “stay out of my way hawks.”

“Stay out of your way?” Keigo barked out a laugh, “You're the one who ran into me, sweetheart.”

Keigo got a better look at the person. It wasn't someone who he has come across yet during his time to with the LOV. Short, choppy hair, thick glasses, and a rather severe case of RBF. If Keigo was a normal person, he might've been put off by it.

“Whats a sweet thing like you doing hanging around here, anyway?” Keigo's tone was sarcastic, but underneath he had a hint of genuine concern; the LOV wasn't the best place to hang around, especially with things gradually getting worse and worse.

[mr-tony-stark]

Continued from here...

Tony took hold of the waist band of her panties and dragged them down. "Oh yeah, that's a good one. Can be a little much, but you can get drunk off it."

He tossed her underwear away and slowly licked up the inside of her thigh. "Is that what you want? To just be the passive victim here? To not get a say in what happens to you right now?"

@firestorm-heroes

[justa-gothamite-girl]

Does someone know what happened to him? He has been like that for a full three hours