#Steel RP

[cowboybeepboop]

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"Don't worry...I'll give you what you need baby.."

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Your friendly coworker Clark takes care of your needs. 

a/n: As always I hope you enjoy and send any requests you might have my way!

Clark is your annoyingly perfect coworker, you know the type: always on time, always right, never makes a single mistake, and never has a hair out of place, let alone a stained shirt.

Your irritation grows as you rub the coffee stain from your white button-down, thoughts filled with the idea that you’ll find him at his desk, right next to yours looking as *perfect* as ever. 

It's been one thing after the next, first, you saw your long-time boyfriend cheating on you in YOUR apartment with your best friend, then some dumbass hit your car completely totaling it which leaves you taking the subway every morning attempting to be on time yet you always seem to arrive just five minutes late, and now your stupid shirt. Your favorite shirt. 

It’s silly to think you’re fighting back tears over a $15 button-down when you didn’t even react to seeing the two most important people in your life raw dogging it on your sheets. Taking deep breaths you adjust your hair, flattening it down, and blinking away the tears that threaten to spill. At least you’re slightly on time, even if it meant leaving home 30 minutes before you'd usually even wake up.

Finally, you give up on the stain coming to terms with the fact that a slight brown tinge is better than being late *again*. You slip into your chair with a quiet huff, pinching the bridge of your nose as you gaze at the clock on the wall. Glancing to your side you see Clark, he's 15 minutes early, smelling like heaven, he looks sleek as always, without a single hair out of place. 

Clark catches you looking at him as you huff and puff next to him, he tries not to chuckle at the frown on your face before he turns to you, friendly and unassuming as usual, completely oblivious to any issues you may have. He smiles his signature warm and charming smile.

"Good morning, you're here on time today, finally," he teases, his tone light and innocent, not realizing his words sound like a veiled jab when they fall from his lips.

You turn to him, eyes narrowed in an intense glare. "Mind your own business, Kent." You grumble, your usual (fake) friendliness gone like your ex-boyfriend. Focusing on the computer in front of you, you log on, scrolling through the endless emails.

Clark blinks awkwardly at your response, surprised by the harshness in your voice. He’s not quite used to you snapping at him, sure you have your moments but you’re rarely outright hostile.

He sits back, running a hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck, slightly perplexed about how to respond.

Clark hesitates for a moment, debating whether to address your change in tone. Clearing his throat, he tries to keep his tone lighthearted. "Um…is everything okay? You seem a bit, uh…”

He trails off, realizing that nothing he says will help his case and that you may actually bite his head off if he continues. So he shifts slightly in his chair instead, averting his eyes from yours as he pretends to focus on something on his computer.

"Look, Clark." You sigh, turning to him once again, tone much softer this time, "I don't need your pity, there's no need to pretend like you care." you slip out of your chair, heading to the break room to grab another coffee. 

Clark raises an eyebrow at your words, his lips curving into a slight frown as he watches you go. He waits a few moments before silently following you, his steps almost soundless as he approaches you at the coffee machine.

He stands behind you, his presence quiet and calm, as he studies your expression before speaking.

"Who said anything about pretending?" He asks, his voice low and earnest.

You're standing on your tippy toes, attempting to reach the coffee on the top shelf of the cabinet. "Why would you care about me and my problems? We're *just* coworkers." 

Clark swallows, feeling a pang of disappointment in his chest at your dismissive words. He leans against the counter beside you, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he contemplates how to respond.

"Just coworkers..." he mutters softly before sighing quietly, "Right."

He watches you struggle to reach the coffee for a moment, his hands twitching in his pockets as he resists the urge to reach out and grab it for you.

Clark can't tear his eyes away from the way your body stretches and extends with every effort to reach the coffee, the muscles in your thighs and backside taut and prominent as you stand on your tippy toes. It's an unconscious and innocent action, but it's affecting him more than he'd like to admit...

He clears his throat again, shifting his weight and trying to control the thoughts that begin to flood his mind. But as he watches you struggle once more, his restraint is slowly but surely beginning to fray.

"I'm sorry," you sigh, finally managing to grasp the coffee grounds. "I didn't mean it like that Clark." once back on flat feet, you look at him with a gentle expression. 

The tension drains from Clark's shoulders as he hears your apology, his gaze softening as he looks down at you. He manages a small smile, the corners of his lips tugging upwards slightly. 

"It's okay," he replies quietly. "I understand. You've clearly got a lot on your plate."

He can't help the way his eyes wander over your figure again, lingering on the way your body moves and molds with each movement. The words "I care" hang on his tongue, but he swallows them back down.

Once the machine starts brewing you lean against the counter, crossing your arms under your breasts as you let out a small strangled sigh. "I didn't mean to snap at you either. I've just got a lot going on.." 

Clark's eyes track your movement, watching as you rest against the counter. His eyes seem to linger on the way your arms press against your chest before he manages to force his gaze back up to your face, his cheeks flushing from the heat that spreads through him.

"It's okay," he says again, offering a reassuring smile. "You don't have to explain yourself. I..I get it."

He hesitates for a moment, mulling over his next question before finally swallowing and asking, "Anything I can help with?"

"Not unless you're willing to beat up my ex-boyfriend for me," you chuckle dryly, eyes focused on the empty office. Being the two newest employees you're stuck with the early early morning shift. 

Clark lets out a small, surprised laugh, the sound rich and warm. He leans back against the counter, mirroring your position as he grins at you. 

"Tempting," he admits, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "But I think I'd rather help in more...legal ways."

You smile, finding his presence comforting and relaxing, finally putting your restless mind at ease. Your bare thigh brushes over his as you turn to grab a mug, the fabric of your skirt lifting up ever so slightly. "Well, I'll let you know if I can think of anything you can help me with." 

The contact sends a jolt of electricity through Clark's veins, his breath catching in his throat as he feels your skin brush against his. He attempts to keep his reaction discreet, but the way his eyes widen slightly betrays his composure.

He swallows, his mind racing as his gaze drifts down to the exposed flesh of your thigh, the smooth skin on display making his thoughts whirl and pulse. 

"Yes... Please, let me know," he manages to mutter, his voice thick with an undertone he hadn't intended.

"Want some?" you hold out the mug to him, noticing the way his gaze is trained on your legs, a slight flush creeping up your neck. 

Clark is snapped out of his reverie as you hold the mug out to him, his eyes flicking up to yours for a moment before darting down to the mug in your hand again.

He clears his throat and reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the mug. The contact sends another spark of electricity through his body, his cheeks flushing slightly as he quickly averts his eyes.

"Uh...yes, thank you," he stutters, trying to disguise the nerves in his voice.

You notice his strange demeanor, eyebrows furrowing as you fill your cup. "Now it's my turn to ask if everything is alright," keeping your tone playful, you gaze up at him softly. 

Clark swallows again, his heart thudding against his chest. He shifts awkwardly on his feet as you question him, his mind racing to find a believable excuse, but failing miserably.

The way you look up at him with such soft, concerned eyes is making it even harder to maintain his composure.

"Uh...yeah, I'm fine," he stammers, forcing a smile. "Just...uh...just a bit tired, that's all."

"And here I thought you were always on the top of your game." you tease softly, reaching to put the coffee back up, sneakily adjusting your skirt so it reveals more of your body. 

Clark watches you strain to reach the high shelf, a wave of guilt washing over him as he realizes he should have helped you get it down in the first place. He steps closer, his body now mere inches away from yours, his chest almost touching your back.

He reaches up and grabs the coffee, his arm brushing against yours in the process. The proximity is enough to send another shiver down his spine. He places the coffee back on the shelf before turning to you, his voice softer this time. "Next time, just ask for my help."

"Clark.." you breathe out his name, shocked by the electricity his touch fills you with. "I, uh, could've put it back myself you know."

Clark freezes, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of his name slipping from your lips. He could swear he was imagining the way you breathed his name, the way it sounded almost like...like a gasp.

He lets out a small huff, his lips curving into a half-smile. "I know," he says quietly, his eyes fixed on yours. "But I wanted to help."

"Mhm..." you murmur, gaze trained on his muscular body as heat rises in your cheeks. Your heart pounds in your chest, something about the way he touched you makes you heated. 

Clark's chest tightens as he registers the way your eyes rake over his frame, his skin burning in the wake of your gaze as you take him in. He swallows, the sound seeming louder than normal to his heightened senses.

The subtle shift in your breathing, the hint of flustered color adorning your cheeks, the heat radiating from your body... all of it feeds into the growing tension between you two.

"Clark," you step closer to him, gathering all the confidence you can. "There is *something* you could do to help me..." 

Clark's heart thuds harder, the closeness of your body almost intoxicating as he feels heat begin to pool in his gut. He inhales sharply, the scent of you clouding his senses as he struggles to focus on your words.

His voice is low and gruff when he responds, barely a whisper, "Anything."

"I want.." you take a steadying breath, "I want you." you press your fingers into his side, pulling his body closer to yours.

Clark's breath hitches as he feels your fingers press into his side, a shudder coursing through him as you pull his body against yours. He lets out a soft, involuntary moan as he feels the heat of your body against his, every nerve in his body on fire with need.

He looks down at you, his eyes wide and dilated, the last few remnants of restraint finally giving in. "Christ..." he mutters under his breath.

"There’s no one here right now," You bite on your bottom lip, knee sliding between his legs as you press against his groin. 

Clark lets out a hiss, his breath hitching once more as he feels the heat and friction of your body press against his. The unexpected sensation of your knee between his legs sends a jolt of pleasure through him, his hips involuntarily bucking against you as he fights to keep control. 

His voice is a low, ragged growl as he responds, "You're not playing fair.."

"I'm not.." you murmur, fingers moving to unbutton his slacks, "I never play fair," 

Clark's eyes widen in surprise as he feels your fingers on his slacks, his body frozen as he watches you undo them, freeing his erection from the confines of his clothes. The feel of your touch, the implication behind your actions, is driving him crazy. 

He lets out a strangled moan, his breath ragged and irregular. "This...this isn't...we shouldn't be doing this here," he stammers, his voice lacking conviction as his eyes remain fixed on your hands.

"Exactly... That's what makes it so," you press a kiss to his jaw, "exhilarating" 

The feeling of your lips against his jaw is enough to send Clark over the edge, any shred of restraint he had left evaporating into thin air. 

He lets out a breathless growl, the sound thick and heavy with desire, as his hands reach out to grip your hips. His grasp is firm, the strength in his hands evident as he pulls you even closer to him, his body flush against yours. 

"You...you're killing me.." he groans, the heat pooling in his stomach almost unbearable.

Clark's mind is reeling, the sensation of your smooth skin under his touch driving him crazy as he lifts you onto the counter, his movements surprisingly precise and controlled despite the whirlwind of desire coursing through him. 

As he pushes your skirt up, revealing your bare thighs, he lets out a low, guttural sound, his eyes fixed on the sight of your body in front of him. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this..." he murmurs huskily, his voice strained with desperate need.

“Clark, please… I need you,” you whine, body aching with months of unfulfilled desire. Your ex never quite knew how to use those 4 inches. 

Clark's breath hitches, his heart thudding in his chest as he hears the pleading tone in your voice, the sound nearly breaking him in an instant. It's doing something to him, to his ego and his emotions.

He leans in, his lips against your ear as he whispers, "Don't worry...I'll give you what you need baby.." he spreads your legs, pulling you to the edge of the counter, pressing his tip against your aching cunt. 

Your face contorts in pleasure, the gentleness of his touch, the desire behind his eyes, and the idea of being caught, all of it is working to make you ache even more.

He slowly slides into you, moaning as your pussy stretches around his thickness. Clark keeps his thrusts slow, gently working his way deeper inside you, and your nails immediately dig into his shoulders. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you’re intoxicated by his touch, “mm so big.” you moan needily, hole clenching around him. He groans, large hands moving across your frame as he finally bottoms out, his tip hitting the pleasure point in you. 

“Is this okay?” He cups your face, pressing soft kisses to your lips as he gives you time to adjust. 

Clark’s question hangs in the air as you both pant and tremble from the intensity of the moment. You nod fervently, your eyes never leaving him, the silent communication speaking volumes of your need. He takes that as his cue, his gentle touch turning to one of urgency as he begins to move within you. 

His strokes are deep and deliberate, each one hitting that spot that has you clinging to him tighter, your moans growing louder with every passing second. The office around you fades away as you become lost in the sensation, your mind racing with the illicit thrill of doing something so taboo with your coworker. 

His kisses become more passionate, his tongue claiming your mouth as he picks up the pace, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing in the quiet space. The tension between you two has been building for months, a dance of wills and glances, and now it’s all culminating in this desperate, passionate embrace. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his firm ass, urging him deeper with every thrust. The break room becomes a cocoon of passion, the only sounds are your muffled cries of pleasure and his grunts of effort. 

The friction between you builds a delicious pressure that demands release. You can feel him swell within you, his need matching yours. Your breaths become gasps, and your eyes widen as the first waves of orgasm crash through your body, tightening around him. "Clark...I'm gonna..." you manage to breathe, your voice shaking.

Clark's eyes darken with desire as he feels your orgasm approaching, his own need reaching its peak. He increases his rhythm, driving into you with a passion that surprises even him. "Cum for me," he whispers, his voice thick with need. 

The sound of your impending climax is his undoing, and he lets out a guttural groan as he joins you, his hips bucking against yours as he fills you with his release. 

The aftermath is a haze of heavy breathing and racing hearts, the realization of what you've just done slowly sinking in. You cling to him, your bodies still connected as the tremors of pleasure subside. 

Clark's heart is still racing, his body shaking from the intensity of the moment, as he gazes at you, his fingers tracing gently across your face. He's silent, his breath ragged and labored, as he absorbs the enormity of what just happened. 

The silence between you is thick and heavy, filled with the weight of what you both just did. Clark's eyes flicker between yours, a mixture of concern and wonder in his expression. Finally, he speaks, his voice rough and low. "Are you..are you okay?"

"More than okay," you murmur, dazed and utterly satisfied. "You're so good, Clark." you slide off the counter, standing on shakey legs.

Clark helps you steady yourself, his strong arms wrapped around your waist to support you as you make your way to the bathroom. He can't help but chuckle softly at your unsteady legs, a mixture of pride and amusement filling him. 

Once you're both freshened up and presentable, he walks you back to your desks, his hand resting gently on the small of your back the entire way. 

"Are you feeling better now?" he asks, his voice now smug, his eyes searching your face.

"Much, much better." you grin satisfied by his disheveled appearance. The perfect Clark Kent is barely able to concentrate on his work, his hair is slightly frizzy and out of place, and his shirt is wrinkled, all of it makes your stomach pool with warmth once more.

Clark can't help but chuckle at your satisfied grin, his cheeks flaring with a hint of blush as he realizes the state he's in. He reaches up to straighten his hair, only making it more tousled in the process. 

He catches sight of his wrinkled shirt and wrinkled and he lets out a low sigh, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. "I look like a complete mess, don't I?" he says, a sheepish grin on his lips.

"A perfect mess," your tone is light, eyes full of admiration.

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Vern's Hometown Centennial Celebration

Book 3: Dance of the Hours

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Chapter 5: A Fleeting Dream

Vern tilts his head as he sniffles. The freezing rain starts to steadily fall. A few stray strands of hair start sticking to his face. Blinking to clear the tears in his eyes, he stares at Steel with a hesitant smile.

"A-are you umm... really here?" he tries to wipe some tears away.

Steel leans back on his hand, "yeah, uh.. my UM lets me go into other people's dreams."

"You can..." he can't help but lightly laugh even as dizziness sets in.

Smiling softly, Steel seems to relax a little. It briefly vanishes as Vern sways, "careful, and yeah? You okay? Aside from the obvious."

The sprite shakes his head. Hesitating for a few moments, he abruptly throws his arms him. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay," Steel almost loses balance but manages to hold both their weights. After a moment, he tentatively returns the hug. The trees and scenery begin to drip like watercolors. His voice gets a little softer, "we can talk when you wake up, if you want. I don't always remember these dreams."

"I umm... would like that," Vern's grip on him tightens, "it's okay if you umm... forget. I'll try and um... remember for both of us."

"Re- uh.. thanks."

The small orb of light slips out of Steel's pocket. It gives a small shake as it floats in front of his face.

"Eh? Uh, thanks for helping earlier."

Vern shifts to see who he's talking to. His eyes widen as the little ball of light does a happy loop.

"What... umm.. who is this..?"

Steel shrugs, "it brought me to you."

The sprite absently reaches for it. Shrinking back for a moment, the orb seems to hesitate.

"It's okay..." he murmurs soothingly.

A few moments pass before the orb floats back. It slowly moves closer to nestle itself into his hand. Vern's breath catches. Bringing the light close to him, a tightness grips his chest. Tears sting his eyes, again. It feels as though sand is clogging his throat. "You... you're here?"

The orb wiggles before slipping away from his grip.

"W-wait," he tries to catch it. Zipping away, it seems to laugh. Vern watches it weave through the paint drips before vanishing. A sad smile crosses his features.

Their surroundings are getting fuzzier. The sprite tries wiping fresh tears away before turning back to Steel. "It's ummm... I'm waking up.. right?"

"Yeah.. I'll see you soon."

Chapter 6: To Feel What's Real

The faint scent of dusty herbs fills his senses. A warmth envelopes his entire body. It was as if he was back to being a small child again. Opening his eyes feels like prying a rusted door off its hinges.

He squints through the steam. Fuzzy silhouettes gradually come into focus as he slowly blinks. Registering Archie's familiar form supporting him, he slowly looks around. He notes Shirley pausing her spell with watery eyes.

Granting her a reassuring smile, she tentatively steps into the water. A slight splash catches his attention. Moving his body feels like attempting to push a mountain. The tension in his stone like muscles stiffly eases.

Steel shifts away from Castor. He slicks his hair back and out of his eyes while muttering his gratitude.

Songs:

Tell Me by Milet

Mercy Mirror by Within Temptation

@nrcbookclub @castaway-achlys @nightonthemountain This is the interactive part

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Book 2: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5A] [5B] [6] [7]

Book 3: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

[firebrnd]

              Lovely-eyed. Death-touched. Witch.

I have never understood where the line is drawn, between sacrifice and self-slaughter. All the years I've been sacrificing for my friends sake, but at what cost? I love them, dearly. But what if I am sick of being the slaughtered lamb? The thought of being the protagonist of the story for once is uncomfortable, yet exciting. ( . . . )

# F̲I̲R̲E̲B̲R̲N̲D̲ ･ﾟ― headcanon based, private and selective portrayal of Bonnie McCullough ; influenced by book and show ( the vampire diaries ) but not following either of the storylines ( mun is heavily anti j.plec ! ) ; currently re-reading the books but consider this version of our beloved Bonnie as canon-divergent and heavily worked on by the mun. 21 + only, m&pdni ! ger/eng, but I'll stick to german for longer novels/threads for now. ― ･ﾟ

MAINS: @geisterwelt @ashbalfour @dopplgaenger @verflcht

NAVIGATION: 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 l 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒹 l 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈

( fyi: the muse and blog are still a wip and a lot will be changed within the next days/weeks, as I am still re-reading the books (hooked on book three) ! but i am absolutely thrilled to interact and plot with you ! )

[spencerwayne-todd]

Keeping up with the Waynes

Me, to camera: Welcome to a Legends of Tomorrow mission in time. Today, we are in Hamunaptra on June 12, 1926. Now, why, you may ask, are we in the Egyptian desert in the middle of summer? Well, that's because an ancient evil has come back to life, and our dear friend Evelyn Carnahan has asked for our assistance.

*Cue Gary being chased by a screaming Mummy in the background, Tom and Jerry style*

Ava Sharpe (Director, Time Bureau): It's always a lot of fun. Lots of laughs and adrenaline.

*Cue Gary being chased by said screaming Mummy who is being chased by Spencer and John Constantine*

Sara Lance (White Canary/ Captain): Sometimes we run into problems, but we are usually able to resolve them. We've only broken the timeline twice.

*Cue Gary hanging from a statue while screaming Mummy is boxing with Mick Rory (Heat Wave) for about ten seconds before being frozen in place by an ice ray from Leonard (Leo) Snart (Captain Cold)'s freeze gun*

Ray Palmer (The Atom): We've been all throughout time at this point. We've fought wizards, assassins, immortal psychopaths, out own team, zombies, medieval knights. I don't think we've ever fought Mummies.

*Cue Mummy breaking free and screaming before running off after Zari Tomaz (1/2 of the Air Totem wielder Zari), who promptly sends him flying against a wall*

Nathaniel (Nate) Haywood (Citizen Steel), sitting beside Ray: No, I don't think we have fought mummies before.

Ray: Hey, this is a positive learning experience that I hope we can use to further our skills.

Nate: Yeah, bro. *Fistbumps Ray*

Sara: NATE! RAY! GET OVER HERE!

*Cue Nate and Ray jumping up to help and promptly tripping over each other and faceplanting*

Zari Tarazi (Other half of Air Totem wielder Zari): Yeah, we enjoy what we do.

*While Zari 2 is speaking, cue Nate picking up Mummy and slamming him into the ground. A second later, entire team dogpiles him*

Zari 2: It's such a healing thing to be able to help others.

*Half of Mummy's face flies past her*

Zari 2: *Smiles*

*Camera cuts*

[mamavalcalaw]

@rotting-steel

Finding a familiar face in the wilds of and around the wastelands was a fifty-fifty chance there being a shootout or some relief. Some may not even care or mind, traders that popped up here and there hinted of possible new safe routes. Or blind luck and good caravan guards.

Find a familiar face, or gear if the face was covered right now when there was no settlement, town or trading post could be a bit worrying. In this case it was someone that had tied herself into the saddle of one of the two moose cows. The cow looked exhausted the way it walked, looking for some form of shelter in this time between rad storms. There was a tarp that had been found and dropped over most of the moose to try and protect her. The rider had a oiled rain coat on and some of that tarp as well, trying to keep as much of the radiation ritch rain off both rider and mount.

The rider nodded forward, jerked and sat up in the saddle, shifting her grip on her pistol under an oiled cloth. Waking up from the sickly haziness that came from being in a rad storm to long. She reached to check the bigger pack of radaway looped over the saddle horn, it was attached to drain into the moose. Then reached stiffly up into her jacket under her raincoat, her own radaway pouch there was empty.

Lana checked the saddle bags around her blindly under the tarp. She winced not finding any more full pouches for her.

Welp.

"fuck." Lana muttered, the rest of her chems like that was in the bags with the other moose. She leaned forward and sagged into the saddle while looking up at the sky, getting her mount to walk down the road again. There had to be a building with enough roof and walls around. They were on a main road now she thought, though it was getting hard to think for Lana. She made sure she was still tied to the saddle. "Come on Gracie girl, find us something safe."

The moose cow took a deep breath, sighing before starting to walk on the road now, the flat path easier to walk. Her hooves clunking notably as the moose looked for something safe like the barns and shelter she knew was safe from these storms.

[rotting-steel]

@inhumanhacker liked for a starter.

Radstorms. Even in his perfectly sealed suit it wasn't nice to stand outside, feeling like an egg in a microwave that may pop at any moment. The best way to counter one was to scarf down some Rad-X and hope it doesn't rain as well, or just go inside to an inner room where it wouldn't hit you as hard. It was of course the latter that Allister had chosen, Rad-X were expensive after all and there were more than a few buildings around.

He, however, hadn't planned on someone else having the same idea. It was such a surprise that he fumbled his gun a bit and rather than try to recover, simply grabbed a plasma mine from his bag and shoved it out in front of him, still in his hand.

"Now, I don't know who you are, but I'm thinking we can be nice and share this space until the storm passes."

[crownmemes]

Sapphire & Steel Sentences, Vol. 1

(Sentences from Sapphire & Steel (1978-1982). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"He's a shade too serious, but you'll get used to him."

"If you know so much about me, then perhaps you would like to say who you are?"

"You can't enter into time, but sometimes time can try to enter into the present - break in, burst through and take things."

"I get bored wearing the same old clothes!"

"I don't trust you. I can't trust you. I don't know who you are or where you come from."

"Don't you know your history?"

"Are there others like you?"

"I should have known that I would be wasting my time trying to fool you."

"There's something wrong. It's too easy."

"How long has it been haunting this place?"

"Is this really your idea of evil? Because it isn't mine!"

"The darkness is for the dead."

"I'm the one who's responsible. I'm the one who wants to get rid of you."

"You don't belong with the living."

"You belong here. You don't belong with us. You belong in the darkness."

"I thought you were always the expert on history?"

"Everything was alright until you arrived!"

"I'm sorry, I will not be placated!"

"I would never think of making a ghost angry!"

"Would you say it's possible to have such things as ghosts of the living?"

"Your war's finished. It finished a long time ago."

"I don't sleep."

"Time itself is in danger."

"Did you see it? A bird! Some kind of bird!"

"Human beings love a good sacrifice."

"Time is the measure of durational continuous existence without reference to extension in space."

"Either something is happening here, or it's all in my mind."

"How is it you seem to know more than I do?"

"I have very positive origins. Inexpressible, maybe, but positive."

"I never make mistakes! In fact, I'm incapable of making mistakes!"

"Don't thank me. It's not you I care about."

[merchant-wizard-and-jerry]

“Shop is open”

1 - Moon stone - 20 currency

2 - enchantment stripper - 17 currency

3 - lock-picks - 13 currency

4 - Kings and crowns’ TCG - 5 currency

5 - dust - 4 currency

6 - organ - 19 currency

7 - Skulls booster pack - 5 currency

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"Wizard Essentials"

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Staff - wooden - 4 currency

Orb - glass - 8 currency

Robes - red/blue/purple - 1 currency per robe

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"Consumables"

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1 - Mana potion - 10 currency

2 - healing vial - 5 currency

3 - skin of dragon mana - 20 currency

4 - healing tablet - 10 currency

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"Salt"

@bi-gender-sorcerer @viscerawizard

[vtribbean]

GREAT NEWS!

The Tumblr JJBA RP Community has been approved!

I'm ready to start sending out invites, but I would like to put some guidelines in this announcement post!

1. This community is intended to be 18+ ONLY. Due to the nature of some content in JJBA, I believe that it would be inappropriate for minors to be in a place where canon-typical content is commonplace. This does NOT mean the community is necessarily NSFW! Therefore, I ask that when you "apply", you have your age somewhere in bio or an FAQ page (if you're an RP account).

2. Obviously, no bullying will be tolerated (this includes bigotry of any kind). Your characters are allowed to show flaws that may be considered bullying, but don't turn it into harassment, and try to have character traits beyond these flaws. We love to see growth in characters!

3. Ship and let ship. I cannot make this more clear! We will not tolerate bullying others based off of their fictional interests. For the sake of peacekeeping, we ask people to tag their ships (when relevant to the RP) and encourage those who are squicked to mute these tags and block only as a last resort. RP communities can be small, and we encourage that you don't base your entire opinion on a person based off of what they ship. In short, just be kind and open.

4. Remember the person behind the screen and communicate if there's an issue. Sometimes people's RP interests don't mesh, and that's okay! If you're uncomfortable with an RP scenario presented, please utilize DMs or OOC and address the issue. From there, you can either decide to tweak the RP or drop it entirely! No harm done. Once again, just be kind.

5. Even though this community is 18+, please tag NSFW posts or keep NSFW RP to DMs or Discord. This is merely so folks can mute tags for content they don't want to see! It is also recommended to tag posts which have troubling content, such as excessive violence or drug mentions.

6. Please tag spoilers for most recent releases if you RP as newer characters! I would also somewhat encourage tagging spoilers for manga-only releases, as some people are anime-only. This doesn't mean you have to mark big walls of text as spoilers, but tag, for example, "SBR spoilers" for mentions of major events such as main character deaths.

7. I don't think I can add additional moderators or admins yet, so for the time being, please direct any glaring issues towards me (whether via DMs or ask box)! Please mark it as being related to JJBA RP though. If an ask, I'll post it and tag it with the community tag.

If you've read this all, feel free to either ask questions (can be directed to my ask box or in the replies here) or ask for an invite! If you have a sideblog or multiple sideblogs, just tag them below or put their URLs in your tags in a reblog.

And even if you aren't interested, reblogs are appreciated to reach more accounts! Any posts related to this community will be tagged as:

#jjbarp-community

[ninjastormhawkkat]

He swore that his granddaughter had taken off in this direction. Not noticing the heroes that were being stalled by Amazo Guy, unfortunately for him they had noticed him or rather one. Their leader was getting more agitated by Amazo Guy by the second. One of them nervously got his attention and pointed in the direction Maddrix had taken off. Obviously not fooled by the makeshift cape. If they were going to be honest, that was what tipped them off. He was still wearing the Christmas sweater Tim had gotten him. That would've made them brush him off as just an old man running away if he hadn't taken that cape of his.  It was recognizable especially to Atomic Steele. Just as they were about to go after him, a very annoyed and now angry looking Amazo Guy had put himself between them. That wasn't going to be easy to explain, especially with Atomic Steele. He understood very much where he came from. He did. He knew it would be difficult to convince him to let Maddrix the Malicious go. The dark and straight up murderous look in his eyes told Alex there wasn't a chance he could be reasoned with. Especially when what he was after was right there. Alex didn't want to fight them but he could stall them further. Matthew had finally seen where Becky had gone, seeing her flying in the distance. He kept running as fast as he could. Even with his abilities, he was still definitely not in his youth anymore. He felt himself become  tired out but he couldn't have his granddaughter unintentionally get herself hurt in this state. Of course. She would be a hero. It was ironic that she would become attached to the hero killer. And now that hero killer was putting himself at risk for her safety.  He hadn't noticed that his appearance had escalated the situation between the heroes. Alex was distracted and visibly unhappy that Matthew managed to make his job all the more difficult. He wasn't expecting to get hit with full force. Sending him flying back into a building near Matthew's location. It wasn't personal to be honest. Atomic wanted him out of the way while the supervillain was still in their sight. The others followed after, looking at Alex with apologetic expressions before leaving. The others were caught off guard, Joe went running to help Amazo Guy back up. Alan and Tristan were stunned. Tristan wasn't happy and decided it was time to intervene. This time he was the one getting in the way. With a very angry expression on his face. 

Matthew was momentarily frozen in place as he heard the loud crashing of concrete and gravel from behind him. The force of the crash caused him to let go of the cape over his head, eliminating any cover he had. The remaining civilians who hadn't fled the area screamed in panic and fear over seeing Maddrix. They definitely bolted then. Those who were frozen in fear had to be dragged away by their equally panicked but still mobile friends. Matthew then turned his head back to the four heroes who were coming straight towards him. Matthew didn't recognize them, but their leader had an aura of familiarity about them that he couldn't shake despite never seeing him before. Three of the heroes were looking nervous but otherwise still determined to face off against Maddrix the Malicious. Their leader looked ready to make sure there was nothing left of the old man after he was through with the villain. Matthew groaned in frustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew what was coming but now wasn't the time to deal with someone's vendetta against him. "Hey I know you have a personal vengeance against me and want me dead for my actions years ago, but can you hold off on that for a little bit? I really need to take care of something really important here that for once doesn't involve crime or bloodshed." Matthew's plea caused the four heroes to temporarily stop in their pursuit. It was almost comedic to Matthew seeing their confused and bewildered expressions. Just as they were about to recover from their confusion, a very irate Wordman swooped in front of the four heroes. Matthew didn't have to see the expression on Tristan's face. Judging by his crossed arms and how fast he stood between them and himself, it was clearly evident Tristan was very pissed at them for punching Alex into that building. Matthew glanced back over to where Alex had landed. He saw one of his son's friends, Joe along with Alan, rush over to check on him. Slight relief that Alex was in good hands, Matthew proceeded to get out of this situation and focus on getting Becky back home where it is safe. "Hold it right there Maddrix." Wordman commanded. "Or maybe I'm going to get delayed even more." Matthew mumbled angrily. He saw Tristan giving him a side angry glare, clearly upset that the villain was out in the open especially after what was show on the television. "It was foolish and stupid to be out here like this, not go back to where you were right now before more people catch you out in the open." Matthew was about to explain himself before the leader of those other heroes shouted. "ARE YOU CRAZY! YOU ARE LETTING MADDRIX THE MALICIOUS GO! HE'S THE HERO KILLER! HE DESERVES TO PAY FOR ALL OF HIS CRIMES!" The young man shouted venomously as he continued to glare at said man. Matthew took a breath, trying to calm himself before he could speak. He was getting really irritated at being interrupted but it would do him no good to start yelling back at these people who clearly want his head. "Hey!" Matthew exclaimed loudly catching the arguing heroes attention. "Look like I said before, I know you want revenge for what I did. I deserve it. Right now I am in the middle of something very important. The reason I'm out here is because Wordgirl flew off trying to help a civilian or something and the poor girl is not in the right state to be helping anyone after the trauma she went through. So let me or one of you just go get her and bring her back home before she gets herself hurt. Okay." Matthew noted Tristan's panicked expression at hearing his daughter was out and about by herself. The others heroes who weren't in the know were shocked at hearing Maddrix care about another hero's safety but also looked worried at hearing there was something wrong with the young heroine. Their leader though still glared at Matthew. A sneer formed on his lips as he spoke. "Right like you care. You are just trying to fool us so you can kidnap Wordgirl and bring her back to your own monster husband so he can continue to experiment on her." @dualnaturedscientist

[mojave-express2287]

If the brotherhood of steel wasn't full of cowards they would stop hanging out in that bunker and come help me kill caesar. AND THE STUPID FOX BOY OH MY GOD I HATE HIM

[plasmaapologist]

i would like to formally introduce everyone to baby gears, who has stuck around despite 5 attempts to release them. they keep shredding my wrapping paper

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Centennial Celebration

Book 2: A Century of Circumstance

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5A] [5B] [6]

Chapter 7: Steadfast Soldier

Koa navigates the mountain terrain effortlessly. The elk silently flicks an ear just before he goes for a jump. Glancing at Vern again. The green fire around Steel’s eye blazes as he realizes the sprite’s eyes have closed.

“Aye! Wake up! I…”

Koa’s voice rings in his head, “is he asleep? Is his pulse low?”

“I can’t check like this,” Steel retorts, “but.. yeah, he’s sleeping.”

The elk slows for a moment and waits, “well?”

He hesitates before carefully checking his pulse point. Vern’s skin is damp and freezing. His pulse… shit.

“It’s… too low. We gotta move.”

“As long as it’s there, we have time,” Koa assures, “we just need him back before Deep Sleep sets in."

“Deep what?”

The elk’s antlers gain a faint sparkle. Koa slashes the air, making a brief rip in space. Jumping through, it closes immediately behind them. The portal robs Steel of breath in his lungs for a moment.

“Deep Sleep! Humans call it hibernation.”

He coughs as Koa weaves through trees. Steel recovers as the forest gives way to a clearing with pink asters lining a path to a small cabin. The elk follows a side path to a mountain spring. Purple columbines and edelweiss circle the water, along with moss and a few clovers. Koa lowers himself.

“Make sure he’s submerged up to his chin.”

Steel glances from Vern to the water and back. Oh for… Steel clicks his tongue as he dismounts. Looking the slumbering sprite over, he removes Archie’s coat from him.

“Hey.. your cloak will get heavy,” he tries shaking Vern. A slight frown sours his face when it doesn’t work. “Sorry, I’ll have to-“

“-I understand you wish to be courteous,” Koa’s ear twitches, “Considering the circumstance, Vern will be forgiving. Please move quickly.”

“Okay.. alright.”

Steel hesitantly unfastens the cloak. Letting the fabric fall across Koa while picking Vern up. He rushes to the water’s edge and doesn’t hesitate to step in.

“Huh.. it’s warm?”

Koa lays at the edge, “submerge him-“

“-yeah yeah, up to his chin.”

He moves towards the center and sits. He has to adjust Vern to lean against him. The green in the sprite’s hair ripples to a watery blue, though the gray strands stay.

“Wake up,” he almost shouts. Blot drips onto Vern and Steel quickly tries to rub it off, “shi-.. sorry.”

The silence of the forest seems to deepen around them. He watches as a few small cuts to Vern’s cheek slowly heal.

“… I can’t do much, I'm sorry,” his voice softens, “I’m just some calm permablot.. I’m not…”

What? Not what?!

“.. I don’t doubt you’d find a way to deny what I’m saying.”

Koa perks up, ears twitching. Steel can hear the others approaching, too. He doesn’t bother turning around. Instead, he hesitantly wipes a few more drops of blot off of Vern.

Song: I'm with You by Avril Lavigne

Book 1: [1] [2] [3]

Book 2: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5A] [5B] [6] [7]

Book 3: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

[timeyggdrasill]

LOKI SERIES - SEASON 2 | BLU RAY STEELBOOK | / EARTH 616 TIMELINE (2024)

Glorious purpose. 💚

Marvel Studios’ #Loki Season 2 is available on 4K Ultra HD December 3. 

४ ४ ४ ४ ४ ४

Don't forget that on December 3rd my return awaits you in physical format with many wonderful surprises inside. ✨🕣⏳

Video by: officialloki

[punkbooyahbomber2227]

just finished editing the greeting card my roommate wanted to mail out to her family and friends out in the sea! and now you guys on chumblr get a happy holidays from the both of us!

happy salmonalia, blessed jellyule, happy cohanukkah, merry fishmas, shrimpmas, and squidmas, happy octomisoka, and happy new year. i wish i knew more winter holidays off the top of my head

[pw-530ss]

Why is there no bathrooms on the fucking Prydwen. You’re telling me i need to take a vertibird for the soul purpose of taking a shit????