#reign starter

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

Why doesn't the justice league know about Amity Park?

Okay so it's been a bit sonce I watched the show but one of the things in DpxDC is the anti-ecto acts, which I love, but correct me if I'm wrong, I THINK ??? they only show up in reality trip? SO: What if Danny, when using the gauntlet to undo everything, also got rid of the Anti-Ecto acts? but this is babys first time editing reality so he uh Fucks Up A Lil'. As a result when Danny used the reality gauntlet to wipe the AEA from existence he accidentally wiped Amity Park from perception. A big 'nothing matters over here' jedi mind trick, and now no ones looking at Amity. So, the Justice League actually WERE looking into and monitoring the situation in Amity, but when the perception filter closed them off, all of that suddenly went ignored.

This is noticed when someone (Alfred, Dick, Tim, literally anyone) realises theres just. A BIG dusty pile of case files semi abandoned somewhere in the cave when going through a (time period)ly cave cleaning.

They put it down because it's Not Important.

They come back to finish the cleaning the next day and do the exact same thing, but there's nothing to actually distract them this time and it pings as weird. Because why would case files be not important? They are by definition important, because only things flagged as important go into case files.

They try to get someone else to read it, because as long as they don't read the information in the file, they don't put it down.

That person goes to read it, gets a line in and then says something like 'that isn't important' and goes to leave. Person A pushes it and person B ALSO catches on.

Que the Batfam trying to figure out hey, what the fuck actually?

Meanwhile, how is Amity fairing? Canon compliant everything's going alright? Or have knock on effects to No One Look Here started to show?

[tobinsonny]

happy girls!

[devianttxrts]

open to: w/nb muse: reign ivy-knox gallagher, 32-35, pansexual, fashion designer

"wait, i'm sorry, rewind." reign whirled on them with wide eyes. "what do you mean we're not going anymore? i'm already dressed." an arm swept to gesture to herself, like that was reason enough for them to go - to her, it was.

[duhton]

don't mind us, we're just planning beth and rip's wedding they never got to have. @inmontana

[womanwithahotdogstand]

I don’t see how Laurel Ivory goes back to being a backup goalkeeper after what she’s done these last two games especially.

[at-sabohteurs]

who's old enough in the tumblr rp community to remember when we used to write welcome starters whenever someone followed us ?

[courtfallen]

— closed for members of the night court inner circle ( not a group thread ) // 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔲𝔰k! — scene: dusk court / night courts' common room / nearing midnight

k𝔞𝔟𝔦𝔯'𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 is ill-timed and troubling. whispers had found ihsahn, warning that his bid for power now extends outward, spidery-black, over all of prythian. it rings as a subtle threat to every court's independence, and it will lead to crumbling and shifting alliances, closed ranks, figures moving in the shadows, suspicions and betrayals. it's a risk night court cannot abide, not with so much to balance. the bastard high lord's mind is churning, turning over stones for crucial information, hints he might have missed in conversations with other high rulers in the grand hall. his nerves are unsettled, so much so that he has not returned to his quarters to check on his wife and son, instead taking to pacing before a great hearth and a balcony overlooking the foreign court. trading the cold, wintry night for the scald of raging flame.

a half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the coffee table, no doubt sundered in an attempt to soothe his erratic thoughts. next to it is a hand-drawn map of prythian, one he's rendered from memory on blank vellum. there are schematics, scribbled notes, circles and arrows eluding to an unspoken plan. there's nothing that can quiet this rage, this feeling of helplessness as it creeps beneath his skin. what madness has brought his family, his inner circle, citizens of his court to this strange place, and to what purpose does it restore a sickly, pious self-proclaimed ruler of prythrian to full power?

he leans over the hearth, dark features alit by the flame therein, and his thoughts linger on the illyrians, the hewn city, the moonstone palace ...velaris. all the places tied to his heartstrings. when he hears footsteps approaching, he pushes away from the fire and draws back the rippling shadows that consume him — as much as he can manage in his current mood.

❝ i'm starting to lose patience, ❞ he begins, his voice low, his manner showing he's distracted from what's presently in front of him, his mind fixated on the happenings outside of this room. ❝ if we have a chance of gaining any footing in this maelstrom of bullshit we're swimming in, it's going to require we do more than sit around and wait for the next storm to blow over. i will not lose grasp of the night court, because we're too distracted by the labyrinth we're in. ❞ a pause as he looks up to find their eyes, his own haunted and shadowed from sleeplessness and worry. ❝ we need a plan. ❞

[cherrysugcr]

open to males 25+ connection: dating, first date, v casual romantic connection tate is bi but very inexperienced with dating men

"What do you mean it's obvious I don't do this often, I do this all the time." Tate replied to the other's remark about him seeming nervous tonight. "It can't be that obvious no way. You're just making it up or something seriously I'm completely fine." Meanwhile internally he was more hyper aware of his behavior. "C'mon just ask me something else promise I'll be completely calm and not nervous at all in my response."

[evl-qn]

off work. day off tomorrow. no plans. yay.

[hymnoire]

Wanted plot :    Together, we conquer, we reign.

Looking for a companion/cult leader associate/king for Kaeleeana ( Tag / Bio ) . Plot inspired in an original lore from midsommar roots to a bene gesserit spirit, in modern times/near future. Transhumanism/dune coded core.

Kaeleena Nara, Mother Supreme of the Church and Sisterhood of Misericorde. The time has changed and so did the world. Now, forces are colliding. She raises daughters, mutated humans of great abilities with the purpose of making the world theirs. A cult, some would ask? A family, she would answer. The sisters of the Sisterhood of Misericorde then find their way to the arms of powerful men, human men, to bare their child and extend their reach. She too, the Mother Supreme, seeks such a partner—but not just any man. Only the strongest, the most formidable of all. He will be her equal, a reflection of the power she wields. A partnership. Should they take the world in their own hands together now? With what he is capable of, what she is capable of as well, if a war between humans and mutants arise, they shall win.

"I promise to never use my abilities on you and to honor our partnership," Kaeleena says, her voice a smooth lullaby. "My daughters, the Sisterhood of Misericorde, will serve our common interest, just as you provide your weapons and soldiers for our shared conquest. I also promise to cherish and love you through this union of ours." Her intense eyes lock with his, a silent challenge in their depths, burning with the weight of her words.

He smirks, his fingers gripping her chin as he tilts her head toward him. "Is such a sadistic, cold heart of yours even capable of love?" he murmurs, his tone dripping with dark amusement.

Kaeleena's lips curve into a wicked smile. "Doesn't that make us perfect for each other, my Sovereign of Terror?" she replies, her voice velvet.

[lcstinfantasy]

muse: reign grey

❝ no, i don’t need you. but i do want you. my life is fine without you, but it’s great when you’re in it. i don’t need to be dependent on you for this relationship to be important. ❞

[miidnighters]

@yxkanna | birthday !

Bella doesn't make a big fuss about it. There's a soft happy birthday and extra kisses in the morning - and for a while that might be all Nick thinks there is. But by the afternoon, he'll notice an unmarked envelope in the spot where his keys normally go (so she can be sure he won't miss it). Inside are a pair of tickets for the next Rangers game - close, only a couple of rows back. Importantly - its a night game, so if he wanted, Bella could go too.

[sabohteurs]

’ starter call / specify muse.

[villainsrph]

pack #1 example ft. carrd, pinned post, post banners, detailed blockquote icons, promo, dash icons, & header !

[duhton]

oh look it's almost time for me to be in 2025 while the rest of my dash is in 2024.

[wearetheonesx]

Ezra sighed deeply as he sat back against the cold brick wall of the subway station, taking a moment to catch his breath. It was hard to grasp what had taken place these last few hours. People seemed possessed, like they were on drugs or suffered some form of encephalitis. The more he learned, the less he understood. Like everyone, he was in over his head. The only reason he was still breathing was because of the delayed bombing of Manhattan, giving him and a few other people enough time to hide underground. Whether that was a solution had yet to be determined; they were stuck, and if they would not be able to find a way out, they were going to die in this place.

Glancing down at his blood stained hands, he could feel the adrenaline slowly leave his body. His shoulders started feeling tense, sounds that used to be muffled now slowly started to take form and he noticed he was shaking slightly. The woman he had just tried to safe was no longer breathing. She died alone, in the arms of a man she hadn't known and all he could think about was that her family was probably out there, unaware of what had happened. It made him think of his mother and how he had no idea how she was doing. Just like he had no idea how anyone he cared about was doing, because like the woman besides him, he was alone, surrounded by a bunch of strangers; A man in his fourties was sitting at the side of the track with his face buried in his hands, this group of teenagers were drastically trying to find a signal around the young woman who seemed to manage to get a phonecall through. People were hurt, afraid-- some were crying. They were asking why, contemplating, discussing what was next, a subject that kept him busy too. What was he going to do next? Was he going to try and find his sister in a city that was on fire? Or should he just get out, trust that they would both do what needed to be done to survive so they could actually have a chance to find each other again? @brklynbxby

After a frail attempt to wipe some blood off of his hands by dragging them over his jeans, he reached for his phone. This was the first time he owned a smart phone, now cracked all the way round-- he would bet his old nokia would have survived the same trip. He disgarded the remains on the floor before him and glanced up just in time to catch one of the presumed dead bodies come to life to grab the arm of a young boy. From there everything went down as quick as it had when the first bomb hit New York. The boy screamed as the creature dug his teeth into his skin and as Ezra tried to get up to help, he was met by his own nightmare. Right in his face, the woman he was sure had stopped breathing now went for his jugular. He punched her throat, without getting any form of response and was just in time to catch her and throw her off of him. "Go, get into the tunnels!" He yelled into the chaos, watching everyone but two people move. The father trying to safe his son, now suffering the same faith as him, and a brunette with her phone locked in her hand. Before he could say more, all the lights shut down and darkness surrounded them.

Perhaps it was stupid, an impulsive act that would get him killed, but he blindly crossed the hall to grab the stranger's wrist. "We need to go, come on" he stated with a clenched jaw, his grip on her not leaving her with much choice. He would drag her ass onto the tracks if he had to.