#MAWS RP

[notbirdnorplane]

#notbirdnorplane - It's Superman! A multimuse blog featuring Clark Kent from My Adventures with Superman as the main muse! Other fandoms include My Hero Academia, Fire Emblem, Gravity Falls, and The Amazing Digital Circus!

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[wreckrinho]

Uhhg im sooo cringe bro...so cringe.../sarc /j....i made an rp acc for Duncan....ohhh yeah i hope no one will send me asks.../j /plssendmeasks

@monsterincharge lmao thats the best name i could think of.

.soooo....just go there!! :3 lmao

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Not a Gabe quote but with your generous donations it can become one

If anyone does request this please send let me know

[shortstackssbbw]

lois lane icons part 2

[trash----panda]

*gently puts this here*

Seal oc

[lurxof--thxmaw]

❝ [ receiver finds sender covered in blood ] ❞ － @yxllowcoat

During the long time she spent on the Maw, the Lady had spent an extensive amount of time witnessing some of the most outlandish things one could possibly think of. She's seen worse in the outside world, admittedly, even if her memories of it are vague: what happens on the Maw is but a fragment of the depravity staining the mainland. It was like a mist, laying softly on humanity's eyes － but not her own. Never her own.

However, one of the things that seemed to stick consistently across all civilization both on and off the Maw is violence. Unbridled, unexplainable violence. It seems that a stable of the human nature was to gravitate towards it almost subconsciously. The Lady's hands are not clean themselves, that she has to recognise; one has to do what they must to survive.

The way she saw it was, by her own admission, rather simple: you can either run from violence, or engage in it. And one can only keep running for so long before getting caught.

She presumes this is what must have happened to... her.

The child standing at the end of the corridor is small and frail, much like many others. The madame can hear her breaths, no matter how soft they are. And her presence － her soul, flickers with a rather annoying insistence to it. It was hard to ignore once it was made known, really. The woman's eyes trail over her shining raincoat, stained by the bad odor of blood. Its shades mix with the yellow fabric in a rather fascinating way.

The Madame doesn't speak yet. She limits herself to studying the little intruder.

PROMPTS.

[therunawaykid07]

🧡 give me them friendship rk moments

"I remember... A while ago, there were these two young kids. Even younger than me. They were new, I think. I would read to them sometimes. Then we would play hide-and-seek or tag. They weren't very good at it, so I let them win sometimes... ehehe.

I don't know where they are now, but I hope they're well."

[sparedareitspiecesasitflies]

that thing is probably poisoned and tastes bad as the person its modelled after

You really should eat something better

“Oily plastic ain’t too bad. Beats the old melty rubber stuff.”

“Besides, he probably tastes normal…” His blood didn’t smell different enough to warrant exploring that. 

[wreckrinho]

Hey boiisss would yall like a Duncan rp/ask blog??? I wanna make one, but im kinda shy lmao

Yyyyyy

[bluk-berry-jam]

How tall is the tallest sandwich you were able to make?

7 inches tall baybeeeeee

twas not easy. it nearly fell over twice

i also went through like,,,,,, 3 batches of potato salad but shhhhh

[shortstackssbbw]

lois lane icons part 1

[noirflavoured]

*.      /      𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐎  :      anyone  ! *.      /      𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  :      i  would  d.ie  for  some  k.illing  eve  vibes.  but  tbh  —  whatever  suits  you  best  c:

  “  do  you  want  to  play  a  game  ?  a  little  one.  ”  lips  curve  ,  performing  an  act  of  fake  grimace.  thumb  and  index  finger   meet  each  other  halfway  to  mimic  the  size  of  mentioned  game.  “  see  ?  ”

[lurxof--thxmaw]

❝ mono is out of place, and he knows this very well. an old, rickety vessel that he’d boarded via television that was somehow more dangerous than anywhere else he’s been. ( there’s so many people here. ) yet he’s climbed and scampered this way and that, and after so long he hopes he’s closer to the exit.

of course, it would be foolish to assume that danger would lessen. the bag-clad boy is quiet as he creeps along shelves, acutely aware of a threatening presence somewhere nearby. no movement has been made toward him yet, so he assumes he’s undetected.

however, mono is one to take precautions. it’s risky, but he attempts to climb to the next shelf above. the boy makes it, but at the last moment—THUD!—he’s knocked over something with his foot and now his heart is racing and he hastens to hide behind what cover he can. he curls up, makes himself small, gray eyes wide behind his bag and watching in case he needs to make a desperate run. static clings to him and it’s all he can do not to suppress it, lest his panic overtake him. ❞ － @buddymuses

The Lady's humming alts.

Her eyes widen behind the mask, her head snapping in the general direction of the noise. She's completely silent, waiting for an indicator that anyone was there at all － after all, it wouldn't be the first time one one of her relics is knocked over by of the remains she had so generously gifted a second chance at life to. Ungrateful little things, they were. However, upon awakening the primordial power laying within her, it seems that she will have to pin her suspicions elsewhere.

The endless pit of her stomach is not reacting to the presence as it normally would.

No regular soul to be found in her immediate proximity. The ghosts under her... " care " had become incredibly easy to track down over the years. Had it been a regular living child, she would have noticed as well. Well, no. Truth be told, what she perceives is a small essence － one tiny enough to fit in her palm. And yet, something about it makes it irreparably different from all the others she has felt before.

There is a foreign power hiding somewhere in her Residence.

One the Lady wishes to avoid at all costs. In truth, she knows not of what it's abilities are yet － and she most certainly does not wish to find out. She has fled the world for a reason. She does not wish for it to catch up to her. Her quarters are vast, and the sound came from a distance large enough that she could simply slip away as though she had never been there. She could. But should she?

Oh, duties, duties... she cannot let an unknown entity run around the Maw so carelessly. Not unless she wishes to risk the stability of the being of which she is the vessel. Choosing her comfort now would not only be shortsighted, but plain idiotic. With a swift step back, the Lady retreats in the shadows before she speaks, her voice reverberating through every spot the shadows touch:

❝ I can feel your presence. There's no point in hiding away. Come forth. ❞

[a-fantastic-time]

Test of courage! (Halloween Open RP)

Whether it was the dare, or simply because you wanted to impress your friends. You some how found yourself walking through the woods at midnight during a full moon Halloween night. Rumors always circulated this time around, about some haunted place, or some monster infested part of town. But talk of a werewolf being sighted had started to rise, and of course you were chosen to be the sacrificial lamb as it were. Armed with what ever you happen to think would be best, you set out to prove your metal.

The sound of the heavy wind through the leafless trees filled the air, along with the occasional cracking of twigs. The light of the shimmering moon made it so nothing was hidden. Unfortunately for you, it seemed not to help you out too much. The sound of heavy breathing, and claws scraping against trees caught your attention, gleaming saliva dripping fangs peered downwards, shimmering yellow eyes peering into your soul. A towering behemoth of a beast looming over. Hopefully your next actions keep you alive, otherwise the deafening howl that bellowed from his massive maw would leave you petrified.

[muttb4st4rd]

You already are "worthy". Whatever that means. You're a Green Lantern for a reason, no? If you need to prove it to yourself look back at all the great things you've done. Everyone makes mistakes, but focusing on them can only damage.

I am worried. This is all wrong on so many levels. I would say more, but I think that is not a chat to have in public for all to see.

Really late to the party but uh don't trust 🍇anon. It's probably Bat-taught paranoia but I get really weird vibes from them and I don't think "the priest" is lying. I think you need to get far away from 🍇anon in fact. You don't need more power, not like this. If you feel inadequate we can talk about training but I am begging you, don't listen to them

(OOC: I'm living for the angst and the mystery, but Maws is not)

—@muttb4st4rd

I know, i know and i am sorry Maws, but i have to.

They told me they would help me. I'm already too far gone to turn back, i fear. I'm sorry if i am worrying you.

I'm really am, but i have to do this. It's already too late.. and it's not power i want just... To become worthy that's my main focus right now.

{{ooc. Heheh >:3}}

[shortstackssbbw]

Vicki Vale icons part 2