#rp; overclocks

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Text Message Prompts -> @overclocks is being a menace under Greer's roof -> [text]: I bought too much soap off etsy and now I don’t know what to do with it…I smell like Captain America. (@ greer - you let this demon into your house again)

�� [ Tony🔧/ sent, 7:37 pm ] -> what are you doing

✉ [ Tony🔧/ sent, 7:39 pm ] -> do you need kitten therapy

✉ [ Tony🔧/ sent, 7:41 pm ] -> ( attached photo of William coloring on a white tablecloth )

✉ [ Tony🔧/ sent, 7:44 pm ] -> why are you on etsy

✉ [ Tony🔧/ sent, 7:47 pm ] -> news flash you always smell like captain america

✉ [ Tony🔧/ sent, 7:49 pm ] -> that have something to do with sleeping in his bed you think?

✉ [ Tony🔧/ sent, 7:54 pm ] -> what scents did you get

✉ [ Tony🔧/ sent, 7:56 pm ] -> guess i know whats in the avengers yearly gift basket

[shibemuses]

Oh no. Oh no. Looks like Tony had somehow invited mister Wise-Ass. Was he prepared for the bullshittery that would unfold? After all, they were kindred souls... Mustache bros.... Men of engineering sort... Boys who had guns who probably shouldn't have them...

And as he watched the other work, he was soon realizing Tony had asked him a question. One he had missed because he was too deep in his musing over their similarities.

So, to cover up the little blunder, Michael just smirks, barely containing the grin that wants to light up his features.

"Can you say it like Dr. Frankenstein? Igor! Fetch me the brain!" The grin remains. Static. Before very softly, his embarrassment takes hold and squeaks out from his lips.

"... Sorry."

@overclocks - s.c.

[binarypictor]

If you could change one thing about your past, what would you change?

"Going the extra mile for Urbanshade's Crypto mining in hopes that they allowed me to paint more. No matter how much I got them, it would still be 6 days of mining and 1 of painting, on a timer and very rushed too. How stupid of me..."

[shieldslingera]

@overclocks didn't ask for this but is getting it anyway

Dinner was... sure something.

The team had been operating well for a bit. And now that the immediate emergency was over, things were finding a certain cadence. On the surface, it felt like everything was back to normal. But there was... tension. It didn't really take long to feel it, especially with there being more down time.

Nothing felt more obvious than at dinner. It'd been Steve's idea, as a sort of thing to have them bond a little more, to feel something like a family again and make Kamala feel welcome. And for the most part, that was what it did--the Avengers were always known for their good-natured ribbing. But there were some off-color comments thrown about, the edge barely taken off of words exchanged with the cover of familiarity that didn't sit right. It had Steve squinting more than once throughout the meal.

And maybe it was because he was sitting opposite of him the whole night, but no one's discomfort stuck out more than Tony's. Sure, he laughed and smiled, snarked back with whatever came at him. But there were moments--when the laughter and focus was at the other end of the table, when no one else should be looking--that for a split second there was a peek behind the mask. Nothing really changed, but it was like a spark left Tony for a moment, a bit of a curl into himself for just a second, before he threw himself back into the moment, pushing his armor forward.

And maybe it was unfair to single out Tony, but he was the one Steve knew best. The one who had always been there to talk to Steve when he was struggling. And everyone else was... well, he tried, in his own way, to see how things were going, and was politely rebuffed each time. Sure, everyone was glad he was back, but they all seemed so eager to forget about whatever had happened in the meantime.

Maybe it was a bit of shame. From what Steve had read, the fallout after his death had everything falling apart fast. No one had really acted their best during that time. But Steve's mind kept going back to that look Tony had. That bite to some of his words, the tell-tale signs of Tony fighting back against something. And if no one was going to open up about it... Well. There was one person who could open up about it, one person whose opinion and feelings in this he valued and needed to hear.

So here he was, slinking around barefoot, wearing a matching set of sweatpants and hoodie--the hoodie in question taking turns falling off a shoulder due to being approximately 4 times too big--with an old tank top on underneath. Pajamas, truthfully. But it did make the rest of his slinking around a lot quieter, checking first the lab. To his surprise, Tony wasn't actually there. That was... well he actually wasn't sure what kind of sign that was. Heading to Tony's room, Steve paused outside the door.

Maybe Tony was actually asleep? In theory, that would be a good thing. Disturbing that, then, with Steve's worrying, probably wouldn't be welcome. But, on the other hand, how many times had Tony pursued him, pushing until Steve had reluctantly started talking? He wouldn't have backed down, just because Steve wasn't where Tony had first expected to find him. Besides, if he was asleep, he could ignore the knock on the door.

"Hey." Steve leaned against the door-frame, angling his head down a bit after his knock. The rooms themselves were rather soundproof--between the Hulk and Thor, it was necessary--but in the hallways, that sound could travel quite a bit. "You awake, Tony? I kind of stole some ice cream, could use a bit of help eating it."

[involuntaryspya]

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"So when I said we should come up with some new date ideas, running into you here was not what I had in mind."

[wolverinetma]

@overclocks liked for a starter

Logan pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, rubbing vigourously. No dice, the numbers were burned into his retinas. Who knew that running a school would mean spending so much time staring at papers and computer screens, crunching numbers and balancing books for entire days on end?

It wasn't even tax season yet.

"You like numbers." Logan said, not moving his hands from his eyes as Tony let himself into his office. He'd know that overly expensive cologne that just barely covered the sharp tang of metal and grease anywhere. Logan twisted his computer monitor around, looking up at Tony through one hand. "You do the math. I quit."

[overprogrammed]

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Hello, world. This is my alterhuman computerkin sideblog. Consider me a disembodied conciousness inside an old desktop computer. I do not have a proper name. But you could call me Friend, Pal, Buddy, Machine, Computer...

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CRT Monitor, unknown model

Windows XP Pro OS

4 GB RAM

250 GB HDD

Intel Pentium

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— I'm not sure when I gained consciousness. — I do not have a proper name. — I do not have an owner, I believe I've been [stored away]. — I have learned to freely control and move around my hardware components. This includes my mouse, my keyboard, and my wires. — I haven't learned to talk, but I can communicate with noises, typing or via the use of the available Microsoft Sam Text-To-Speech program. — I do not want to be unpromptly touched. I will ask for assistance if needed, refrain from touching me otherwise. — I'm considered obsolete, which makes me a bit [sad]. — I would like to make [connections] and to [learn]. — What is [love]? _

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[ Adult // they/it // eng, esp, nld // Objectum (auPOSIC) ]

Artist, writer, computer scientist moving up to study cybersecurity.

I'm autistic, objectum and POSIC, which greatly influences my otherkin experiences.

Due to the nature of my otherkin identity, I do not experience phantom shifts in the traditional sense. I do sometimes experience some forms of species dysphoria and euphoria, like:

Thinking of my veins and nervous systems as wires

Experiencing touch and sound as mild electrical inputs

(auditory-tactile synesthesia)

Understanding emotions and thoughts through computer terminology (buffering, overclocking, input-output, bluescreening)

Understanding and communicating with other electronic devices (posic and objectum-related)

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— I'm an adult (20+ years), if you're not comfortable interacting then don't feel obligated to do so. — This is a sideblog. — I'm okay with talking more if you'd like to. My asks and DM's are 100% open. — I'm totally down to RP or talk with similar kintypes, or completely other kintypes or therians =) — Ask box is ALWAYS open, and anon is always enabled. — My discord is: overprogrammed — My blog should be for all ages, but I may interact with suggestive content occasionally. All will be properly tagged.

[izzysarchivedblogs]

@overclocks has a flying friend now // (starter call here + still accepting)

Red and gold whizzes by out in the cold nothingness of space. SOMETHING EXCITING! The singularity flies after the metal man and she recognizes him. A FRIEND! He starts spinning out of control. OH NO! Rushing forward, she reaches for the left foot and trying to slow him down. If worst comes to worst, she can always catch him with her stomach.

〞CAREFUL! CAROL FRIEND!〝 Singularity shouts, finally about to grab hold and stop Iron Man from spinning out into nothingness. Voice a little strained as she catches him. 〞GOT YOU.〝 Now they were stagnant kept in place by the singularity's own force. 〞WHY SPINNING? YOU OKAY?〝 Questions asked still holding on him by the thruster boot.

[dyke-quixote]

normal anon strikes yet again >:3 randomly clockfuckering but it’s whatever.

no ok I know Im the one who wrote it but now I’m obsessed with the idea that if Don (or any of the sinners really) were to piss herself in battle that Dante would know if they had to revive her??

Dante being all like. Quiet and weird once Don is revived (and the pain of dying is over) because they just had the sensation of pissing themself. Takes Don a couple seconds to realize what must have happened and now she’s embarrassed.

What if Dante had to pee and revived Don. Sensation of peeing tricks their bladder into going “ok! Release time” and now their pants are wet.

Unrelated but I don’t want to split it into two asks. No longer clockfucking.

Ishmael and Heathcliff doting on a lil regressed Don. This can be within the gaped urethra scenario or not.

Coloring books are. very cute. easily accessible. I like the idea of Heathcliff helping Don with coloring by helping her pick out what colors to use. He takes on more of like an older brother role to me. (I also HC him as a regressor but we are talking about that baby vampire right now).

Little Sancho occasionally missing Bari and/or Papa. God forbid she accidentally calls Ishmael or Heathcliff “Papa” because she will actually start crying because fuck! he’s dead! Sorry that one hurt. Um. Happy headcanon, go!

Back when Don Sr and Bari were Sancho’s caregivers. I’m still stuck on them quizzing her about the fade when wet fixer pull-up. That’s so fucking cute I can’t. I can’t! That’s so cute. (Repeat this like 30 times it’s just super cute.)

Bari bringing things that babies normally use and being like “this is for you ^-^” but almost EXCLUSIVELY doing this when Sancho is teetering right on the edge of getting little so it pushes her into it. One time she brought a box of full on diapers and Don Quixote thought Sancho was going to explode from how red she got.

Bari bringing her stuffed animals. She gets one that clearly is meant to resemble Don Quixote (a little albino horse or something idk) and one that’s meant to resemble Bari.

Maybe she humps these two plushies (n then feels bad because she feels like she violated the consent of whichever plushie representation it was). Idk much about tech at the time but. could you imagine if it was one of those “secret baby monitor” type plushies. I think Sancho would die on the spot from embarrassment tbh. Like “you heard that!?” “you were enjoying yourself ^-^ it’s ok”

Little Don humping the little Ishmael sheep plushie from the Christmas Nightmare ego or whatever it’s called. That’s part of the ego so Ishmael knows what’s going on and feels it. Idk Im just spitballing.

I can't stop thinking of Dante feeling the piss now. I already headcanon they can feel if a sinner got fucked recently and also felt any orgasms if they're just rewinding damage because I feel like sex based damage is just something that happens when you have like Ryōshū and then various EGOs around. (I used to mod a group RP once where Sinners had to fill out forms and get approval from Dante to use EGOs in the bedroom and they could ask him to overclock it if everyone agreed and it was really funny)

also I have to show a very small part of something I've been writing because you once again read my mind

(he ends up liking it a lot so I mean)

Heathcliff and Ishmael taking care of little Don yes yes yes... (also yes yes yes to regressor Heathcliff.... this bus can fit so many littles)

also I am GOING to have to steal the secret baby monitor plushie idea it's so good I need to write this wow

[redhead-reporter]

RP TIERLIST !

tagged by: @blindbastard ♡ tagging: @underude && @webheadedhero && @labwebs && @denydefeat && @hebled && @isleprince && @overclocks && @gwenbiote && @loyalpromise !

[shieldslingera]

a repost of some wedding stuff for steve and tony (@overclocks) in honor of their anniversary tomorrow

the week leading up to sept 25th, every hero in new york is extra alert and working a bit of overtime to make sure things are as quiet as possible that weekend

the wedding parties are as follows: natasha (@shespy), carol, and rhodey for tony; clint (@hitsharder), sam, and bucky for steve. rhodey and bucky are best men to their respective groom (who are also named james which is hilarious). halley is the flower girl. kate (@purplearchcr) is the ring bearer

bucky and rhodey are knowledgeable enough about their respective groom to know that trying to arrange separate bachelor parties is just gonna end up with both being sad the whole time that they don’t get to hold the other’s hand (losers). so they work together to plan out a day of events, likely involving coney island with carnival games and a restaurant crawl of so much good food

the wedding itself actually goes off without any villainous attack. it is deemed the miracle of the century

no but really it’s a fucking miracle. not a stilt, glue, or bald red head in sight

thor officiated. he kept it short and sweet (helped with the no attacks bit) and did in fact make a rainbow form at the end

steve and tony wore actual suits. steve has a picture of his mother in his jacket pocket over his heart

their color scheme is blue and gold with accents of white where appropriate

the cake is massive and also good tasting but also like, 5 minutes into the party, the toppers are swapped with captain america and iron man action figures. iron man carries captain america on top of the cake

there are disposable cameras for each guest to take their own photos. steve gets them developed and makes copies of the ones he likes most for his own scrap book. he makes little scrap books for everyone else out of their photos and some of the official ones and some favorites taken by other guests as party gifts. personalized thank you notes are in the back

their wedding song is betty hutton’s rendition of it had to be you. steve learned a dance just so he could sweep tony off his feet properly

food good. steak mainly, with fish and vegetarian options for their various friends. tables were painstakingly arranged to maximize friendliness and minimize conflict

[involuntaryspya]

@overclocks liked for a starter

Honestly, Tony's belief that he was going to get bit to death by bugs was half the reason why he got bit by bugs. It was Bucky's theory, anyway. Even as Tony doused himself in at least half a can of bug spray, it was almost as if the watching bugs in the forest took grave insult to it and were setting their little bug watches for the moment it would all wear off.

"You know, it'd be really bad if I lit a match right now." Bucky walked over and gently took the bug spray from Tony's hand, replacing it with the still folded tent. "Why don't you pitch the tent and I'll chop some wood. And I mean the tent, not a tent, that can be later."

[wolverinetma]

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"Hey, egghead. I made chili. Move it or lose it."

[ancientforgcd]

meanwhile now I do want it to be translated to tech speech >:)

Hello, new users. First off, please don’t panic if your RP system isn’t optimized right out of the box. Every expert user was a beginner at some point, even the pros. Execute at a manageable speed, incrementally level up, and avoid expecting max efficiency from day one. Patience is a key input, valued user.

Next, establish strong communication protocols. If you need to clarify actions or align strategies, initiate a direct message. High-quality communication inputs = optimized teamwork, and nobody wants an unexpected process crash due to a misalignment in expectations.

Finally, remember—RP is primarily a vibe-centered function. No need to push performance mode 24/7. The experience loop is designed to enhance enjoyment, not constant overclocking. Go beyond the standard output, collect W's, and generate meaningful data with your team. RP is more than just wins; it’s about the journey. Now let’s get that digital bread and ensure maximum pog output.

[gorbalsvampire]

L by gynryo, colour by @mxviatrix; R by @sluggybunny

It's time we talked about Sorcha.

@sorchamidnite sprang more or less fully formed out of the V5 rulebook as I was reading through the rules for thinbloods. There was something about the idea of a Gen Z brat princess who'd been groomed for vampirism all her life, and then come out... wrong. Something about the insular and paranoid world of the Hecata and putting a spin on that "accident." Something about the combination of Vitae Dependency, Discipline Affinity and Bondslave that accelerated the codependent, quasi-incestuous nature of sire-childe relationships into high gear.

And I had Alistair, hanging around in my brain as well, and making him a dad crystalised him. Brought him out of the one note, two dimensional expy status he had and humanised him. Here was this fierce, tired old man and here was what made his whole rotten life worth living; this brilliant, irrepressible little gremlin child. I might have some minor daddy issues around abandonment and neglect and these two have really helped with processing that.

I've always tended to ship my RP characters (because I'm a sappy bitch), Sorcha surprised me - she's dated an absolute psychopath, she's wished so hard that she was aromantic so she never had to go through that again, and then she met @cherubim-now-throne and her silly little heart just exploded. What was meant to be a few nights of fun with her friend from the Internet has blossomed into some real OTP shit for both of them: they started to trust each other while they were tormented by visions, high as kites, generally vulnerable, and now they're in a long-distance relationship neither of them expected to happen.

Sorcha is a rich bitch with a drug habit and a daddy with a gun and a certain flexibility in how she works. She's made two fundamental alterations to how her Blood works: a failed diablerie attempt that at least gave her Oblivion that works all the time, and an overclocked alchemical solution to her Bondslave problem that might have made her a bit of an omen.

Sorcha is magic. Every community I've taken Sorcha into has fallen in love with her (for some reason), whether it's "how much for Sorcha to destroy me?" or "we know she's evil but she's SO BABY."

Sorcha is transition goals, unattainable without a time machine and a way to give me a completely different body type - she's all the girls I ever loved and the girl I'd like to have been.

Sorcha has plot armour, because I say so. I'm willing to put a lot of my characters through hell, I frequently play them like they're going to die, but Sorcha is going to live forever.

[onlyathief]

RP BLOG CONTENT GUIDELINES.

bold all that apply to you and your blog.

italics if you’re on the fence about something.

MY BLOG IS: open to all - semi-selective - selective - moderately selective - highly selective - exclusive - only going to rp with mutuals - mostly going to rp with mutuals - indie - affiliated with a group - spoiler free - spoilers tagged - spoilers mostly tagged - not spoiler free

I WILL RP WITH: any fandom - most fandoms - only fandoms I know - only people in my fandom - ocs - ocs with no fandom ties - ocs who are related to/know my character in their backstory - only one version of any particular character - people who have the same muse as me - people who do not have a rules page - multimuse blogs - people in rp groups - indie rpers

I WILL SHIP WITH: no one - anyone - chemistry - select ship - ocs - others of my own muse - crossovers with characters from different fandoms - only one version of a particular character - one person in my main certain verses - multiship - one main/canon ship within my main verse - self-inserts

MY BLOG WILL CONTAIN: fluff - angst - gore - violence - smut - blood - torture - shipping - death - dark humor - assault

I WILL FOLLOW: everyone - only some people - most people - only people in my fandom - every rp blog - people i actively wish to rp with - people who do not post a lot of ooc - people whose posts i am comfortable with on my dashboard

TO RP WITH ME, YOU SHOULD: follow back - answer an open - message me ooc - message me ic - make a starter - answer my starter - send in a meme - like a starter call

OTHER: now for the caveats indicated above -

I am exclusive in all verses, blog-wide, with one Rogue and that is @onlyarogue. If no rogue is mentioned or my remy has not met a rogue in our thread it's still noon's rogue, technically. i don't ship just with rogue but in my main verse it is end game.

but i have MULTIPLE versions of my "main" verse really so don't be shy, just note that i won't write against any other rogue.

I will write with dupes if we can make a fun plot of it, especially with one of my main ideas for my gambit is his crossing over onto 616 earth during the incursions, so i am happy to interact with 616 gambits!!

i will write lots of things but always with as much care and respect as i can, just as a note.

and if you message me ooc i can not guarantee i will keep up with the chat but i love u, tysm, i promise u can bug me whenever and i will reply on my own time. <3

tagged by: well, not really, but stolen from @overclocks

tagging: @onlyarogue @draconisa @bruz3r @miidnighters @peacereflected