#midnight rp

[r-rated-hero]

Ugh 😒

What are you doing here?

I should be asking you the same thing, brat. I would say out of spite, but that would imply your actually worth thinking about~

[frogsonalotusleaf]

<like for a Midnight starter. General, smut, & ship threads are all gucci. I’ll DM you to plot.

[r-rated-hero]

*faceplaming* how is this the group of people who are threatening our society... like genuinely, how?!

Thinking about how Horikoshi confirmed that Shigaraki is a rage quitter.

Imagine when the league first formed and they didn’t know each other very well yet.

They’re all sitting in the bar, listening to Shigaraki screaming from his room like “ARE YOU PLAYING WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED? DID YOU HAND YOUR GRANDMA THE CONTROLLER???? YOU SHOULD, SHE’D PROBABLY DO BETTER THAN YOU!”

The rest of the league is like “This is who’s leading us?” and Spinner is like “I get it.”

[revcnqe]

【 . . . 】 Fuck  "letting  go."  You  should  be  out  there  with  a  fucking  chainsaw,  going  after  'em.  Where's  your  fucking  RAGE?!

A STUDY IN: Revenge served cold, grief, moral corruption, ruthlessness, suffering for sanity, becoming what one once sought to destroy, doing whatever it takes and being a motherfucker 24/7.

⸻ #revcnqe, independent & semi-selective BILLY BUTCHER from the Amazon Series THE BOYS, as V'd up by 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

[squidsinashirt]

U must have some amazing stories about your dad u can share! 🤩

I’ve sat on this one for a bit, sorry Anon. Wasn’t intentional but I… just didn’t know how to answer it.

I mean, I get it. He’s Jeff Tracy, right? The Jeff Tracy. I can remember being just a little kid, and going to meet him off coming home from his latest mission. All these huge crowds cheering for him, those amazing rockets, and little me thinking all this, for my dad?

The thing is, everybody has their own stories about him. It’s fascinating, because you’ll hear all these other tales that exist only thanks to other people. Colonel Casey, Captain Taylor, heck even Kip Harris knew him. All these huge figures have got larger than life tales of the incredible things Jeff Tracy did, and was, and inspired. There’s statues and plaques to him, and you can take a tour at the space centre about his missions, and there’s books and movies and documentaries…

There are five incredible machines he dreamt up, standing by to help achieve this fantastical goal of his to help the world. I suppose in a way, you get to snatch a little glimpse of who Jeff Tracy was, and what he believed in, every time one of them appears to save the day. Every time some kid points an excited finger up at Thunderbird Two or squints after a contrail that was Thunderbird One, there he is. That magic, that excitement, that kind of imposing extraordinary that he did so well.

Anyway, to get back on track. People come bounding up to us, to me, and they ask this sort of question all the time, and that’s the thing about being JEFFTRACYSSON (said in one breath at rapid pace, because that’s the way people greet you). I get the curiosity, I really do. I don’t say it with any malice intended, and it’s comforting to know he still has that kind of impact. I’m always happy to talk about him, I promise!

It’s simple to be JEFFTRACYSSON when you pull on an International Rescue uniform. It took a little practice to ease into at first, but it’s perfected now. It’s really easy to talk about how we believe in his dream, how we’ve all taken on that duty in our individual and collective ways. In the importance of iR, in what it means to us as family. Shiny uniform, perfect hair, smile and wave and save some lives 💪🏻

Please don’t read into this in the wrong way - I’m very proud to be Jeff Tracy’s son. It’s actually quite difficult to really put across how strongly I feel about the weight of that title, because it’s pretty sacred (and also a little intimidating at times). Everywhere we go, it’s “oh, you must be Jeff’s boy” or “oh, you’re a Tracy”, and that means there’s instantly an expectation to live up to, both publicly and privately. It’s a privilege, it really is, and I think it’s a kind of sacrosanct commitment that has really been at the centre of my thinking as I’ve gotten older - how to try and be the sort of man that deserves that kind of birthright.

I don’t just mean the public side of being Jeff Tracy’s son. See, behind the scenes, to me, to us as a family, he was every bit human in a very ordinary way.

He made the best Sunday pancakes.

He cheered far too loudly at swim competitions (and teenage me was perpetually mortified by it) and was every bit as encouraging and supportive as you might guess.

He told these excellent, awful dad jokes, always at just the wrong (or right, I suppose) moments that made you groan.

He used to let me drive his old truck up the drive when he came home from a long mission, playing country songs with the window rolled down.

We loved pranking Mom together by hiding in the laundry bin and jumping out like idiots.

He told the most spectacular, far fetched bedtime stories he swore were real, and my brothers and I could never get enough of them.

He was also away for months on end in space, or training, or lost in his plans and ideas and dreams, and sometimes that meant he wasn’t really here with us, even if he was.

He couldn’t do laundry for shit, and he was absolutely useless at trying to run a house with five young sons on his own, and only a military background to lean on for ideas (thanks Grandma and Scott for saving that one).

Being Jeff Tracy’s son is a little more complex than just the uniform, I guess, and because of that I don’t always recognise the Jeff Tracy in the books and the movies, the one that people are so desperate to hear more about.

I think that’s why I find answering questions like this so difficult, and why maybe my answers never land particularly well with the people who ask this. Because the expectation for them is an entire reel of grand tales that haven’t been heard yet out of me. Some heroic, unbelievable stories that reads like the plaques - and then they are always a little disappointed that it turns out all I can say is that he was a real person. Somebody who was very human and very brilliant and very flawed, and who I loved very much. Because to me, he’s my dad.

And ultimately, nobody wants to hear about that. It doesn’t fit their two dimensional, mythical image of him, or my brothers and I for that matter. Us being a fairly regular family doesn’t really inspire the kind of tales that perhaps lend themselves to be told.

(This is the biggest reason I don’t do interviews, because I’d be like you wanna hear about the time he took us on a hiking trip, got us lost in a storm and Mom nearly divorced him because she thought we’d all been eaten by coyotes? No? It’s hilarious, honestly!)

That’s alright, though. Like I said, the movies and the books are there to tell those stories, and Lee Taylor will happily yap your ear off for an hour about their exploits if you want. Dad’s legacy, in that form, is more than secure.

They’re not going to ever be able to tell you about his favourite pancake toppings though, or his favourite song to dance to in the kitchen or his favourite swear word, and there’s the real privilege in getting to be Jeff Tracy’s son. In getting to carry him forward, not just the stories.

…

…

This got a lot deeper than I intended it to go. I’ve had a beer and I rambled. Sorry Anon.

Ahem. Good question! I guess I’m just not the best person to answer it, ironically enough ;)

I guess the best that I can offer is that if you are ever in trouble and call us, just know that there was a really great human being behind the face that made it all possible, who told the worst jokes, but who cared a whole f-ing lot.

*insert generic story here about Dad and a rocket*

[r-rated-hero]

hey nemuri how are you doing

-shōta Aizawa

Heyy Aizawa. Cuddling my cat while mentally recovering from finding people ship me with the blonde Giantess.

You?

[r-rated-hero]

Their adorable OKAYYYY?

Midnight is the #1 Erasermic shipper!

[ask-felix-aberg]

The night had grown late, and before the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room stood Felix, shifting nervously on his feet, his brows knit in concentration, and his arms crossed tightly against the chill that seeped through the stone walls. He was a bundle of nerves, glancing at the eagle-shaped knocker with a mix of hope and dread.

It had been hours since he first tried to solve the riddle, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with the right answer. The bronze eagle's voice echoed in his ears once more, calm yet unyielding:

"I'm the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, The start of every ending, and the conclusion of each race. What am I?"

Felix had turned the words over countless times, his lips mouthing potential answers, each one met with silence from the door. Frustration began to gnaw at the edges of his patience. With a sigh, he slumped down onto the steps, resting his elbows on his knees. Maybe he could sleep here, after all, the tapestry down the hall looked reasonably soft, didn't it?

The idea of sleeping outside had begun to feel like a very real possibility when movement down the corridor caught his eye. Felix' heart lifted at the sight, his tired expression brightening into a relieved smile.

"@ask-wren-zhang! I'm so glad to see you!" he greeted warmly, rising quickly to his feet, relief and hope colouring his voice. "I need your help," he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "This riddle's got me beat. Could you let me sneak in with you, or at least give me a hint?"

[swiftiesoliloquies]

Part 3 of characters as t swift songs! Where my Pjo swifties at?

[worlds-least-responsible]

@ curly

[r-rated-hero]

Caught her doing this once... may or may not of let her get away with it...

secret makeup💄

[small-sparkofhope]

*Ended up finding MT's book more interesting than styling it... But still playing with a few strands, it's nice and rather soft.*

*Where did his antenna go?*

*He reads much faster than me, I didn't really understand what it was about.*

- Based on a RP interaction with @tulipsempai and inspired by they design for MT. -

↓reference↓

MT's design based on Tulipsempai's work.

New hairstyle, so I tried new clothes too. It might be hot for a shirt, but I thought it might suit him 🤔

It's surprising how many photo references there are of men reading while lying down. I thought I would never find a reference for what I was looking for.

And no shoes, because if you don't plan to walk, you don't need them! (And I didn't really have any idea what kind of shoes he could have worn 😶👉👈)

[forestofstarlight]

Open Starter: An R-Rated Night (Male, Female or Futa)

“My, aren’t you cute one? What brings you to my cozy little corner?” Midnight purrs as she approaches your muse, her heels softly clacking with each step taken. Due to not being as busy with hero work, the R-Rated Heroine had decided to open up her own strip club/brothel where a few of her fellow heroines such as Mt.Lady and Miruko could perform for fans and/or customers.

“Well? Don’t be shy now~” She adds, walking closer and sitting down next to your muse “I don’t bite… much~”

(Just testing the waters with a canon muse rather than my usual OC muse)

@thank-you-miss @marias-island-of-visitors @a-den-of-demons @harmonyloveangels199 @rp-series

[pokemonpetfinder]

Shadow (Adopted)

Name: Shadow

Species: Lycanroc

Type: Rock

Terra Type: Dark

Breed: Bloodmoon Umbreon mix

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 2 years (adult)

Height: 3'07

Weight: 51.1 lbs

Ability: Vital Spirit

Moveset: Crunch, Rock slide, Fire fang, Stealth rock

Shadow is a 2 year old Bloodmoon Umbreon mix that's been with us since he was a rockruff, but he never got adopted. He's pretty shy, and it can take him a while to warm up to people. He would do well in a house with another pokemon (he'll be fine once he gets to know them) or by himself. He sheds a lot btw, so he shouldn't be adopted if you have allergies. Because he's Midnight Lycanroc, he's nocturnal, so don't be surprised if you hear howling at 3am. He likes toys, but he's hard to play fetch with bcuz he'll just chew on it or stand their holding it while wagging his tail. If interested in adopting him, reblog with your qualifications and reasons why.

[r-rated-hero]

Your very bad at hiding it. Once every other week I notice you doing it class sometimes. It's VEEEERY adorable if I do say so myself. But also yes. VERY down bad, though I'd be a hypocrite if I criticized.

Also Lil tip: yes. Ask

Momojirou

[eluviannaa]

New guild story started tonight and I brought my Weaponsmith Monk OC! He's so different than Elu, and it was a blast as always.