#tbd (threads)

[dvilsdesire-a]

// Am I intimidating? I get this feeling that people are intimidated by me and maybe make them not want to approach? Or is it because I write an incubus? I want people to feel comfortable (and I'm asexual as fuck lol), and while Haarlep will absolutely flirt and likely attempt to sleep with your muse (because I want him to remain ic as possible as he comes to me), remember that ooc interaction is very important and I would NEVER write anything on here that would make you feel uncomfortable or pressured.

If you don't want to write with Haarlep, I also offer Raphael as a second muse, who is far more cordial and business than Haarlep's tastes. :)

[captainseamech]

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[supurman]

hi guys interest checker can yall like or comment if you vibe with me

[rubistella]

{ hot take of the day, but if you are a dead dove roleplayer and you force non-dead dove roleplayers to write dark content, go to hell xxx ❤️ }

[wikihowhowtoexist]

ghh. please dont flop. please dont flop. please don

this took like 203 layers. and 13 hours and 30 minutes btw. irlk it was like 2-3weeks

but uhh it doesnt look that official iguess. who carez

jhere lemme show you like two easter eggs i put there actually:3

this ones pretty obvious id.say

just reffering to how timekeeper is croissant

okay so no. coffee candy isnt crying at nothing. HGEEDLP

if you recognize the lobby theyre in. uyes its the witches kitchen. and you can see matilda(the witch from cr) (search her up) hand slightly. thats becasue, tk felt silly , trapped baugette and coffee candy in the witches kitchen and made them run away from . their death!

right as the witch was about to grab therm both. tk was like 'oops this went too far' and then bought them back to the present timeline! teehee

also the picture . thats floating kinda. is a hc that. string and croi were. childhood besties... hgh,,,,

[mysterycitrus]

reading comics not for enjoyment or leisure but a secret third thing (to win arguments online)

[mostmagicals]

Hey, I’m not planning to be off hiatus here yet but I’ve been feeling really overwhelmed because of my following count and there are a lot of people I follow that went inactive or don’t see myself writing with.

I’m planning to do a softblock spree so if anyone still wants to write with me and remain mutuals, please give a like. Also, please don’t like if you’d like to keep me as a number on your follower count and not having any plans to write with me at all. It’s hard for me to tell these days which ones are still interested to write with me, as I’ve been having these experiences of losing mutuals frequently and I’m very discouraged. I still wanna write with my mutuals, but I wanna know who still are down to write with me despite my inactivity.

If I removed you as a mutual, you’re welcome to refollow and send me a message if you still wanna interact. I just wanna have a clean dash and keep the ones that are truly interested with my muses.

[usyrps]

what if we built a narrative ? what if we affiliated ? 💍

[dramatisperscnae]

@hubrisse

truth be told, jason had never expected to be given a ring. no one does, he figures, but it still happens. the one that latched onto his finger is red and felt like death for a good second; if he had to guess, he'd say it killed him briefly in the most excruciating way, blood turning into acid, until the pain in itself made him pass out. for a man with his pain tolerance, that definitely spells out a bad fate. when he comes to, jason finds himself on top of a burned out body, which by the items left behind by its bearer would likely be either a goon of the clown or the clown itself. the murder doesn't really faze him as much as the lack of clarity or recollection on how it happened. he doesn't like not knowing. he doesn't like feeling like a stranger in his own mind, but just like the fog settled, it vanished like magic. staring at the brilliant red band on his finger, he considers removing it as he gathers his bearings. his mind races through options as he distances himself from the crime, not quite digesting the sudden load of information thrown his way easily. by the time he's near his closest safehouse, he feels the bond tug. looking upwards, he sees a shock of green. it makes sense, in jason's head. lanterns must have a sensor or an alarm system for this sort of thing. it barely registers then that the bond itself had been the alarm in question. "hey, picasso. this is the bad part of the neighborhood. should be careful." speaking hurts a little, throat raw in a way he can't quite explain and, truthfully, isn't sure if he wants to.

Death is an eerie feeling no matter how it comes. Kyle wishes he didn't know that first-hand, but he does.

It's even worse when it's not yours.

There are few things that can break Kyle's concentration without effort, but feeling the sudden death of his soulmate has the young Lantern quite literally falling out of the sky for the handful of seconds it takes him to refocus his will and make a beeline for Gotham out of sheer desperation. As rocky as their relationship has always been, Kyle's grown far fonder of his soulmate than he's dared actually voice, and if something's happened to Jason…

Hs jaw tightens, his ring sending him moving even faster. The bond isn't broken, so Jason is still alive, but something major has still happened and for all Kyle knows his soulmate is now lying at the bottom of a sewer somewhere bleeding out, or worse.

It's only once he gets closer that he realizes it's or worse.

There's another Lantern here. His ring pings with the information. A Red Lantern, though why any of them would be here on Earth Kyle has no idea. The Reds usually don't go actively causing trouble, and it's pretty well known that Sector 2814 has a constant Green presence of at least one in-sector - and usually actively on Earth - which has been enough to keep most other Lanterns away. Maybe this one got lost, or doesn't care, or got bored enough, and oh god if this has something to do with whatever's happened to Jason…

Kyle's scanning, both with the ring and the bond, and quickly zeroes in on his soulmate's presence. Diving out of the sky he all but tackles Jason in a tight hug, relief pouring off him.

Prematurely, as it turns out.

"Oh thank god, the bond, I felt-," Kyle starts, knowing he's bordering on babbling but unable to fully help himself as he pulls back to take a better look at Jason. At Jason's new look. At the information his ring is currently screaming about. He's found Jason, right enough. But he's also found the Red Lantern. Kyle's eyes widen, face paling a shade or two.

"Oh no…"

[leschanceux]

@hstoryhuh wanted a  random  text! -

[ text; alex ]; don't ask questions, just pick a number between one and ten.

[the141ghost]

@kingfishered said : "if a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?" (from soap to ghost)

Something about the operation today felt... off.

And that was being generous. Ghost didn't usually get anxious like this over a mission. In fact, it was usually the opposite. Usually, he'd be bouncing off the fucking walls to get back out on the field, to get his hands dirty, to be useful.

Not today.

From the second they had made infil, right until now, he'd had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

His team had pushed in first, and as Johnny was muling the explosives, Ghost had instructed him to keep a decent distance back, to keep safe. Sure, the explosives were mostly the reason. But, even since the night when Johnny had found him covered in blood in his office and tenderly cleaned him up, Ghost had found himself getting more and more tentative about allowing his Sergeant into the line of fire. What if something happened to Johnny? What if something happened to Johnny on his watch, today? He'd never be able to fucking forgive himself.

Despite his persistent paranoia and the gut feeling that something would go terribly wrong, it had all been going fine. Smoothly. Well, even. That was until...

"If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?"

Ghost had to admit he was glad for the mask, or else everyone in the fucking room would have seen the sheer look of horror on his face. Here Johnny was, chatting away like he wasn't on a job with the terrifying Ghost. No, Johnny was acting like he usually did when it was just him and Simon.

That wasn't how it could go today. He had half a mind to give Johnny an apologetic look before he spoke, but that sentiment quickly went out the window when Ghost became acutely aware of all the eyes on him, waiting with bated breath to see their Lieutenant's reaction to the question.

If it wasn't for their company in the room, men and women who hadn't worked with Ghost enough to realise he was a ball of bad jokes and anxiety, he might have laughed. He might have actually tried to answer the question, it was quite an interesting one to think about.

But, unfortunately for Johnny, Ghost had to save at least a little face, and couldn't be setting a bad example for the rookies by letting himself get distracted by his Sergeant. 

Agonisingly slowly, Ghost turned, fully facing Johnny with his hands tightly gripping his rifle and his feet planted firmly on the ground. He fixed him with an annoyed stare, knit brows behind the undoubtedly suffocating mask. It was pretty warm, it wasn't a surprise he was struggling to breathe a little. Though, he did suppose he could put that down to shock over Johnny's... peculiar question.

Maybe it was a bit of both. 

"What the fuck do you mean, a fucking genie, Soap? 

No Johnny for him, not while he was fooling around and pulling everyone's attention off task.

"Sergeant, some of us are trying to do our job, here," Ghost hissed, stepping towards him, taking him roughly by the arm and marching him out into the already cleared corridor. Out of earshot of everyone else, Ghost ducked his head in, voice lowered and tone much softer. "What would you ask for?"

[tenebriism]

// In the mood for shippy things. ❤️ Like / comment for something. Will obviously vary depending on muse comforts / familiarity. I won't go in order, so if it feels like I'm taking a while, I'm probably jumping around. Muse is way higher for some than it is for others.

Specify muse / fandom / dynamic, please!

[deficd]

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[xluciifer]

1AM GANG RISE UP.

[immortalmuses]

@merriemarvels sent: “Promise me you’ll never lie to me.” - for Logan from Jubilee >:3c

ㅤㅤㅤLogan stills, the axe in his hand hanging inert at his side. For a long moment, the Canuck doesn't say anything, a complicated expression flickering across his face.

ㅤㅤㅤ"...That's a bad bet, kid." He finally replies, hefting the axe once more and taking aim at a cross section of trunk. "And you know it."

ㅤㅤㅤLogan grunts as he swings, splitting the wood into two neat pieces. (Sometimes his claws aren't the best tool for the job). "...Spent half my life lying to myself. How'm I supposed to never do it to you?"

[egyptroyal]

@girl-in-the-tardis but initially i had this drafted before tony todd passed away as a whole different thing but then he passed and i got sad and when i get sad, doctor who do dark comedy so heres ✨️dark comedy✨️

"And?"

"You will not ruin this simply because you were too chickenshite to aapologize and ask them to peg you in public and instead chose using my shit to avoid yours so, go handle it."

Rose was staring them down, unfazed but internally steamed at the audacity. Who were they to pop up at her dad's- well, step dad but, since they were the same... well, its fickle - funeral. An array of color was what was asked. Wear colors. This world's alternate Pete's family was in mourning and here they were in black.

It was already bad enough their Doctor came to attend - uninvited, mind you - to mourn a version's version of her dad. Though, at least it was clear no one could mistake the Doctor they knew vs the friend she made. She had a better cover story for him. But, for this lot? She can't use twin anything. Twin cousin, twin sisters, step-twins - or clones!

Unless they had perception filters on, they were rather shit out of luck.

She can't vouch for them but, hopefully their Doctor could. Still, appearences - she had to be 'mad'. He was making it difficult though but what else was new.

"And what? I didn't ev–"

That visual she gave shut him right up before he could finish his own thought. Turning about face towards his family. If they were even that anymore. She called it like it was and he couldn't correct her on that. Not now. Like a scolded child, he walked towards them.