#Roleplay anyone?

[slipping-lately]

I can't stop thinking about this so now it's everyone's problem-

Sampo on multiple occasions has broken into Qliphoth Fort without being caught or seen. While he hasn't stolen anything he has taken photos of maps of the city, guard route's and similar things. He's even gone as far to sit on one of the tallest buildings and just watch the Silvermane's mill about and see what equipment everyone has. I wouldn't even put it past Sampo to somehow watch them train to learn the in's and outs of there fighting style so he can better escape them! If anyone ever seen him he's so well hidden one could mistake him for just an odd shadow or someone makeing sure the top of an building is up to code. Who knows, maybe on one or two occurrence Gepard has woken up at his desk to find that someone put an blanket or his jacket over his shoulders if he had fallen asleep. The only idea besides that which could tell him someone was in his office would be the lights turned off. After all the idea of Sampo Koski breaking into the fort is laughable, he wouldn't do that would he much less help him? Pssh Gepard just needs some actual sleep after being on the front lines.

Jokes on Gepard though, an few months later multiple things go missing which were found just left behind in very public places with an notes reading 'To my knowledge an fort shouldn't be so easy to break into! Any skilled criminal could just walts in and steal your artifacts and tools!' though the handwriting isn't from Sampo, the script is playful with looping lines and little smiling doodles unlike Sampo's delicate yet carefree cursive. Sampo himself swears up and down it wasn't him, even going as far to turn in files the public genuinely shouldn't get there hands on.

Please Anyone I will kill to roleplay something like this! I'll write Whatever route you wish for Sampo, If I can't roleplay I'll just keep writing out ideas like this I would adore to write out with someone 😅 Please anyone who writes Gepard hit me up

[bigboobyhalo]

the anger inside of me

[weird-color]

I love pink men

[a-fantastic-time]

Seven minutes in heaven! (Open RP)

A secret party had been held for the young heroes at an undisclosed location. Not wanting their adult counter parts to ruin their fun, the super powered teens smiled and happily let off some steam. Sooner or later, someone had mentioned a certain game to be played. It was at random at who would be the next pair, but after a few rounds, people started to wonder off and lost interest. [Your Muse] Just happened to be the last one, and was asked to go find the previous pair to see what happened. Upon opening the door, a certain sight. Wet smacking lips and muffled moans filled the small closet, only for it to suddenly stop as the two heroines turned their attention to [your muse].

Raven: "Oh.....D-D-did we go over the timer?" She panted softly, lipstick coating her mouth and neck.

Starfire didn't seem to want to stop, her lips never leaving or moving to far from the goth's own. After a few more kisses, she turns, her body sweating some. "Ohhh~ Does another get to join?" She said excitedly.

[prokopetz]

One of the most common questions I get about my games is "can I play as this? can I play as that?", and I'll level with you: basically every game I write is about a narrowly focused experience, so if you're the sort of player who's afflicted with the contrarian urge to insist on playing a character who's the exact opposite of whatever type of character a game is notionally about, regardless of what type of character that is, you're probably not gonna have a good time.

[hesjust-a-boy]

Open Starter!

Ten years.

Astyanax had spent all ten years of his life on a ship, heading to a place he knew next to nothing about. His dad, Odysseus, told him stories of his family on those foreign shores…Penelope and Telemachus.

Ten years seemed to drag by slowly, but regardless, they were home.

Home wasn’t exactly what he thought it’d be, though. He watched his dad end the lives of over a hundred men with morbid curiosity.

Even when all the suitors were gone, people still looked at him funny. Was it his eyes? The color of his skin? Did he do something wrong?

A lot of people didn’t seem to like him…but that was okay, he figured. Not everyone would.

So here he sits, on a stone by the sea, weaving his fifth flower crown of the day. He looks back on his life, wondering. Was he…really supposed to be here…?

[clickety-clacker]

Go my patronage AU art dump. Be free

[entities-of-posts]

hey do you have a list of the entities you apply in these posts? im only tangentially interested in tma so all i know about these things is that they exist sometimes

The TMA wiki would be a good place to find that information, but @the-lost-kids has actually provided me with a pamphlet for this!

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star | 5.03 -> Owen & Mateo 🧇

[nexartbox]

and the universe said i love you

[willowmns]

[a-fantastic-time]

Symbiote Team-Up! (Open RP)

She-Venom and Spider-Gwen have become quite close ever since she had embraced her own symbiote. The two had decided to pay a little visit to their favorite Heroine. [Your Muse] had been called out to a private meeting place, and Gwen made sure not to ruin the surprise. Once you were spotted, the two jumped out and greeted their new play thing. "Hello~" The sound of She-Venom's alluring double voice rang out, grinning widely as she giggled. Her body looking especially defined this evening. "Careful, you will scare her away acting horny like that~" Gwen giggled, her own suit highlighting her rounded hips and fat ass. "Sorry to call you out so late, I just wanted you to meet my new bestie~ Don't be afraid, her bites don't hurt as much as you think."

[hesjust-a-boy]

Angst-Comfort Open RP Starter

(CW: child abuse, mentions of blood)

Astyanax was not having a good day.

It turns out, one of the suitors managed to slip away before he was killed by his parent. Astyanax didn’t know how, but the suitor had found his special hiding place.

“Ruthless” was a good way to describe that moment.

Astyanax had luckily managed to defend himself enough, sending that suitor running. Unfortunately, he was pretty badly hurt.

Blood stained the sand, rocks, and flowers scattered around. Some of it was his own, some of it was not. Astyanax sat on his knees, doing his best to clean up his flowers. One of his hands clutched his torso, cradling his bruises and cuts. His left cheek was killing him, having been punched at full force.

He knew his family would be furious…but right now, that wasn’t his main concern.

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AND THEIR GUILTY PLEASURES

scout: scout spends... a lot of time staring at himself in any reflective surface he can find. he's checking himself out in every mirror. checking his teeth in the reflection of tinted windows. giving himself a smile, a suave face, tries a goofy face, gets embarrassed and stops. he also definitely watches cartoons with pyro but he doesn't feel bad about that at all. it's the only time he feels like he's not going to get made fun of for watching a cartoon or two.

soldier: soldier actually... really enjoys mingling and fraternizing with the enemy team. he is genuinely having a good time on the field, this to him is just a part of his day to day living. he holds no ill will towards anyone if the clock hasn't started, and frankly, he rarely gets genuinely upset on the field. and he misses his counterpart, okay, he's never met a man who's just like him. it disheartens him slightly when they don't even spare him a hello during off times. he doesn't really see why this should be an issue. they kill each other every day, and nobody has permanently died. when that happens, maybe then they can talk about grudges.

pyro: there is no such thing as a guilty pleasure with pyro. look them in their sockets and shame them for their interests, or hobbies. they'll wait for you to muster the courage while they put eyeshadow on their gas mask. pyro will do whatever they want, whenever they want, and they don't mind making a fool of themselves alone. but if there's one thing that they only indulge in occasionally... they like to go for a swim every once in a while. there's not a lot of water around the base, and what water there is is moreso wading depth than actual swimming depth, sometimes they just want to feel a wave crash into them and threaten to take them underwater. but they don't really like the ocean, either.

demo: demo also... really enjoys fraternizing with the enemy team. granted, demo understands a little more why it is frowned upon for them to be fraternizing when they are currently paid to kill each other, so he does feel more guilt than soldier does when he interacts with them. he is, however, more willing to lay his weapons down and refuse to battle. it's his own form of sacrifice. sometimes, he wants a break. sometimes, he just wants to talk. and if the blu team will rarely give him the time of day (except you, jane doe, he loves you dearly and would not sacrifice you, or your counterpart for the world on a platter); he will force them to. between him and soldier, they can usually get their way. it's hard to deny the power classes.

heavy: heavy does not have a guilty pleasure. look him in his eyes and shame him for his interests. he will wait for you to gather the strength to do so. however, what he does have is a people-watching habit and a staring problem. and it's not even that it makes him feel awkward or embarrassed as much as it rubs his teammates, and his enemies the wrong way. he will stare you down as he passes you in the hall. he stares into the distance and his teammates stop as they cross his sight. he watches the life drain from the enemy team's eyes. and he rarely looks any more than marginally present in the situation at hand. sometimes slight satisfaction at the blood on his hands. it's the last thing they see.

engineer: engie watches soap operas. and you can make fun of him for it, or you can sit down and he’ll tell you about how george is currently supposed to be on a date with lizzie but he actually shirked her off to go with eileen to the same restaurant and now he has to avoid lizzie while also trying to act as normal as possible so he doesn’t fuck it up with eileen. but, and here’s the spoiler for the season finale, he actually doesn’t get to be with either of them; they’re both lady lovers and lizzie was giving george the last shot for men before she decided she actually wasn’t even attracted to them at all, and eileen was enraptured by lizzie, and they get together at the end, and george is back at square one for the new season, and they try to make him seem sympathetic but really george is just a fucking asshole. he allotted himself about four hours a week to keep up with his soaps.

medic: any bed will sing a siren song that the doctor is rarely able to resist. this man naps like he’s not allowed to sleep. in two hour long increments maximum. and he is a turbulent riser. so don’t wake him up, because you’ll cause him to panic. even the gentlest attempts to wake him are met with him shooting up with a screech. “IM AWAKE!” it’s not even the bed as much as it is this man hates doing paperwork and will do anything else but the paperwork he is (ALLEGEDLY) getting paid to do. and sure, he “feels bad” that he avoids paperwork so much, but he doesn’t feel anything when he’s asleep. and when he wakes up, half the time he’s “forgot” that there was paperwork he needed to do until pauling is calling him multiple times a day for it. then he has to acquiesce and get it done before the day’s end. but usually, he will go find something else to do. avoiding the papers dirtying his desk is his guilty pleasure until he has to do it. but finishing it all boosts his ego. even gods have paperwork to do, sometimes.

sniper: if snipes thinks he can get away with it… he volunteers at the animal shelter. he knows why the caged bird sings. he likes getting to walk the dogs, doesn’t mind cleaning up behind the cats. has enough knowledge of wildlife that he’s truly a godsend to the shelter for small woodland critters. beloved by the staff. he’s no professional at it by any means, but he’s got a pair of clippers. he’ll shave down a matted case if he’s able to. sometimes it’s too much and the dog needs a professional. sometimes, people will recognize him from the shelter and he has to stretch the truth a little and say he’s got a twin. but when he goes back he forgets that he lied. sometimes they call him if he hasn’t been to the shelter in a while. just to make sure he’s okay. once, he did bring his counterpart with him. just to solidify that half truth a bit. now the shelter staff can tell exactly which mick they’re interacting with at any time. find the fact they have the same name odd. maybe it’s an australian thing.

spy: spy is so… nosy. giving him an ability to cloak and disappear was the absolute worst thing mann co could’ve ever done, because now he thinks he has free reign to creep on any and every one who he thinks won’t notice he’s there. he’s gotten quite good at dancing around people to keep his cloak up, and he becomes the ultimate fly on the wall. there has been multiple times he’s outed this little habit of his to the team, when he knows too much about situations he was never present for. but he was present! it’s just that nobody bumped into him to give him away. surprising to him, it doesn’t seem like the team actually cares about whether or not he’s spying on them (ha). as long as he doesn’t say anything about the things they know are occurring in their bedrooms, then they find it a very real possibility that they just never registered spy was even in the room. it’s not like the man announces himself to every room he enters. and frankly, they appreciate the neutral, “this-is-what-happened-exactly” view. and spy loves a juicy bit of gossip. he has inadvertently become a communication hub for the team of keeping everyone updated in a more… lowkey manner than getting together and having crying sessions. some of the mercs are easier to eavesdrop in on than others. and spy does have his favorites.

[diana-belova-barnes]

Open RP

Diana steps into the kitchen. Her eyes have large bags under them making it clear she hasn’t slept in a while. She glances briefly at the coffee pot and takes a cup of black coffee something she doesn’t usually do unless she’s nearing three days without sleep. Usually when she drinks coffee she loads it with sugar and milk to make the taste even bearable.

She takes a sip of it a rubs at her arm where she had gotten a scratch the other day from running into a fence. Her level of sleep hasn’t even hit the 72 hour mark she’s fine.

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