#ooc / on mobile!

[bluuscreen]

on being a hero and the irrational guilt that comes with being imperfect — part 1/2

part 2 | headcanon/au being referenced

[catcze]

Wriothesley can hear your loud stomps from a mile away as you furiously speed-walk to his office door like a bloodhound trailing a scent. Even if not for that, the way that you bang your fist on the door is enough to grab his attention.

"WRIOTHESLEY." Comes booming in from the other side of the door. It's thick wood. He wonders how deaf he would have gone if the door hadn't protected him. The door (the thick, supposedly impenetrable door) rattles on its hinges like a screen in a hurricane when you try to kick it again. "DID YOU EAT MY DONUTS."

It's not even an accusation at that point. It's practically a declaration of war.

"WRIOTHESLEY!" You yell so loudly a group of guards turning the corner down the hall scramble back the way they came. "Open up, jackass!"

Wriothesley, knowing he cannot escape the consequences of his actions, merely settles deeper into his chair as he drinks his tea. His last meal. Drink. Similar thing.

The door keeps rattling as you yell profanities at him, until one of his traitorous guards approaches you hesitantly, saying not a single word but offering up the spare key to his office with shaky hands, head low and aggressively avoiding eye contact.

"Oh!" you say, demeanor switching immediately, losing the intimidating glint in your eye as you gingerly take the key. You smile kindly. "Thank you very much!"

Then you turn back to the door, the threat of violence in your eye as you wield the key like a weapon of war, inserting it into the keyhole and twisting it with a dark finality. The guard wonders if they should fear for their superior's wellbeing.

Wriothesley looks up from his newspaper as you close the door ominously behind you, somehow maintaining a blasé facadé even while staring down certain death.

"Well?" you prompt him, eye twitching like a stressed villain from a kid's cartoon show. You round on him in an instant, too quick for him to escape. Somehow, he keeps up his poker face. "Care to explain where my donuts went, Duke of Meropide?"

"I didn't eat them," He deadpans, staring you right in the eye. He pointedly does not acknowledge the white powdered sugar on his face.

"There's white powdered sugar on your face."

"Ah. So there is."

Another cartoony villain eye twitch. "Want to try that again?"

"...I love you?"

"And I love you. Last chance, though."

And he folds like a lawn chair. Wriothesley knows this is a fight he can't win. Even Neuvillette would tell him it's best to just kick the bucket and plead guilty at this point. He sighs breaking eye contact first like a wolf with its tail between its legs.

"Okay, I'll buy you another dozen of them."

You cross your arms, staring at him. He sighs.

"Another two dozen."

You soften just the slightest bit, coming close to perch on his lap and lean into his space. Instinctively, his arms come to wrap around your middle, pulling you against him.

"And?"

Wriothesley leans forward too, enough for your foreheads to touch. You can feel the breath of his sigh against your lips.

"And you have my sincerest apologies for taking your things. In my defense, I thought they were mine at first.”

“Apology accepted,” you say, satisfied, and peck him quickly on the lips. Before it can turn into anything else though, you’re springing up from his lap. Ignoring the disappointed furrow in his brow and the way his arms have still not moved from their position holding you earlier, you take his hand and pull him up from his chair with such startling enthusiasm and surprising strength that it has him stumbling for a second. You pull him towards the door regardless.

“C’mon, you’re making good on that apology right now, Wrio! Hope you finished your work!”

And no, technically he hasn’t finished his work. But he already knows that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, and that pushing that work to tomorrow wouldn’t hurt. Probably. Whatever— it’d be worth it.

So he just sighs and gives the palm resting in his a squeeze and let’s himself be pulled along. You squeeze back.

“As long as you let me have a few. Those were pretty good.”

[fxckin-blackbeard]

ᒥ💀ᒧ—         Hot take, but the line "He was your friend" said by Jim to Kraken!Ed about Izzy always bothers me. Was he Edward's friend?? He was a really shitty friend, if so. Edward was terrible as the Kraken, don't get me wrong. But, Izzy wasn't a good guy before he lost his leg, either. He only tried to help Edward because it served him. Before that, he was thriving in Edward being Blackbeard again. You see that at the end of season 1, he's excited to feed Edward's darkness. This is just my opinion. Maybe a bad one, be gentle with me, we all interpret media differently.

[dark-wil-wheaton]

dark wil wheaton give me a tarot reading

[heiilari]

RPC HELP GUIDE;

How to trim posts via mobile

Note : I hate tumblrs "trim" system personally which is why I am showing how to use Xkit on mobile, I am using android but I'm sure it'd be the same on IPhone!

I also personally use the tumblr app and then switch to Firefox to do post cuts i just hope this helps people who have been wondering how to fully cut posts on mobile ♡

This will require two things

Firefox on mobile and you to download the xkit extension on Firefox (just Google xkit and it'll bring you to the extension store )

Down bellow are screeen shots but here's how to do it

Install Firefox -> download xkit -> ENSURE THAT YOU HAVE IT SET AS DESKTOP SITE

You'll see three dots click them -> extentions -> xkit rewritten-> turn on whatever you want // need ( it'll turn blue when it's on)

To use editable reblogs you can save it in a draft and write whatever you need then cut and post

Or you can do your post and then cut. Sometimes there's a error and that's due to icons just delete the icon reput it in and that normally fixes the error

Down bellow is how to do it via images

[whohasfourthumbsand]

+ Who Has Four Thumbs And-

+ -used them to design four new arms? This guy!

+ Tutor said I wasn't allowed to scale down Zheng parts so that I can punch holes in the wall (she also made me sign up for a class on the dangers of sleep deprivation?) but I still made some much-needed upgrades to their overall strength. I'm going to field test the new parts myself before potentially using the designs to upgrade Kennedi's work-in-progress. There might have been inspiration taken from the Caliban, but I'm legally not allowed to confirm anything. Only imply.

+ The tubes are temporary; I haven't worked out the cooling quite yet, plus I tend to overextend my joints when I'm still adjusting.

[moonrevolutions]

‹𝟹♡ ̆̈༝༚༝༚ here are some overlays / gifs i conjured for headers, graphics, etc etc and never used! maybe someone will use them. idk and idc. like and reblog if you found useful. or don't, i'm not your mom. + credit not necessary. hmu if you want the longer / larger versions i wanted to upload, but tumblr hates happiness. happy late vday!

[meet-the-courier]

Brodie: Heavy liftin' comes with its aches n pains! Might as well alleviate some of it.

[foreverppl]

Somebody Loves You

Stevie McLaughlin/Dominic Harper | 500-something words | Short little thing that struck me last night :) @pressplay-if

“Pretty in this,” you murmur, toying with the hem of Stevie’s flowy blouse.

“Yeah?” She looks down at her outfit, then back to you as though reaffirming. Like she doesn’t know. Like you’re at all in the business of lying to her about anything ever.

You nod, head still a bit cloudy from exhaustion but wanting there to be no confusion. You continue, rubbing the material between your thumb and forefinger. “Stunning. Like an angel, almost.”

You watch her lips part slightly, like the comment takes her off guard. She blinks then—a couple times, actually—long eyelashes fluttering like the beat of butterfly wings and you can practically feel the gears working in her head. She looks at you as if trying to discern something. It’s a thing she does quite a lot and you never really know what she’s looking for, but you always hope she finds it.

She shakes her head then, just once. Not in refutation, but as though she’s snapping out of something.

“Almost an angel?” She tilts her head and tsks, a playfulness shimmering in her eyes now. “Guess I’ve got to try harder.”

Your lip quirks, amused at her response and enjoying having her prolonged and uninterrupted attention. It’s something that’s been fewer and far between these days, at least from your perspective. Maybe that’s just you being greedy. Something about Stevie makes you a little irrational sometimes, a little silly. Makes you want her all to yourself, though you don’t entirely understand what that even means. Perhaps it’s because you feel the way the ground is now constantly shifting beneath your feet. So many things are changing so quickly, it makes you want to cling to what you have. Dig your fingernails in and never let go.

“Only ‘cause you’re not, like, terrifying.” You explain breezily so as to not betray any of your more serious thoughts. You release her blouse, figuring that you ought to at this point. Your eyes catch for a moment on the crystals that hang from her ears and the way they refract some of the afternoon light spilling in from the window to a somewhat magical effect. “I imagine the likeness will be closer later on when Angel or Maddox do something to piss you off.”

She chuckles at this, a short musical sound even though it feels oddly stilted. “You seem to have a lot of confidence in staying on my good side.”

“I do, yeah.” You reply with no elaboration, unblinking eyes focused on her and the inscrutable look she gives at your words before she’s turning back to the mirror���quite suddenly—to fuss with her hair.

You decide to take in her profile now that she’s not looking your way. You don’t know how to have her turn her attention back towards you without begging for it, and that seems a little extreme, so you resolve to simply take her in. She shifts a little, the bout of silence in the room making the low rustling of her clothes seem that much louder. Your gaze roams over her, all the little details. You squint your eyes, catching a bit of movement - her throat bobbing with a swallow as her eyelashes do that pretty fluttering thing again.

You tilt your head, intrigue melting into concern. “Are you—“

“The boys should be there already.” She announces suddenly, turning back to you finally with a bit of breathlessness to her voice. “Are you good to go?”

“I—“ you start, before deciding to let whatever that was fly under the radar. Stevie’s always been a little eccentric. “Yeah, let’s go.”

[captainseamech]

//.... would you (or ur muse) kiss a robot?

[dostarve]

MPHFPC as some random pick up lines from Matt Rose’s “Predictive text does pick-up lines” video

[littlebadger]

// OOC.

hi guys !! so sorry for my inactivity as of late; with the holidays coming up and a bunch of obligations and unfortunate adult responsibilities I have going on in my life right now, I can't be as active as the year closes...

But I will do my best to return quickly and get to drafts, inbox replies, messages, etc. !!

Thank you, Lovelies, for being so sweet and patient !! ❤️ 😊

[askinsufferableprick]

if u wanna read in chronological order (browser only sry)

rules run by @insufferablemod

[lunaetis]

sits down and holds out my paws : date threads ?

[wolfpackmuses]

I’m not dead, but man, writing a thesis and having to worry about defending said thesis is putting a strain on me. But, hopefully, I’m nearly done with it which should be good! And hopefully means I’ll have a bit more time for writing, we’ll see Soon™. I do appreciate y’all for sticking with me, once again, despite my lack of activity.

[soulrph]

this is a loving reminder that just because your character is set in a specific universe, doesn't mean they have to stay there. likewise, other people's muses might be originally based in a particular world, but that absolutely doesn't mean that they want to keep them in that world. the wonderful part of the rpc is that we actually don't need to take things so seriously! what does it matter if ted lasso woke up in the same universe as tony stark? does it really make any massive issue for us to put shrek and kaz brekker into the same thread? not at all! go wild! don't let the fictional boundaries of fictional franchises stop you from having fun! the purpose of the rpc is to have a good time with one another: we don't need to have a fully fleshed out reason for these characters to interact! we can just throw them together and see what happens! so go forth, have tons of fun, and don't let logic stand in the way of anything on this dash!