( sollucem ):
❛ well, for one, it’s almost dark. What if we get lost ? ❜
“That’s highly unlikely.”
Well, quite the optimist, aren’t you.
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( sollucem ):
❛ well, for one, it’s almost dark. What if we get lost ? ❜
“That’s highly unlikely.”
Well, quite the optimist, aren’t you.
( punchliine ):
despite wielding such a massive cleaver, hauling it about comes with little effort. painted lips curl into a honeyed grin at the child, and she brings back the weighty axe and swings.
Resolving to mess around a bit with the funny-looking lady, Jack Jack vanished in a ray of light, only to appear a few feet away from his former spot, giggling uncontrollably and clapping his hands.
( i’ll finish working on drafts when my ankle isn’t feeling so shitty. sorry for inactiveness this weekend. )
theme giveaway–
( alright– i somehow reached 400+ followers some time around these days and that makes me super excited life is so beautiful the sky is so blue and my legs have so many bruises everything is so great !!!
So, since I really don’t have much else to offer and I’d like to see what I could do for someone– I decided to do this theme giveaway!
If you’d like to participate, you:
must be following me, either here or here. ( or, you know, on both )
be a roleplay blog
must like or reblog this post– likes do count but reblogs are so much more appreciated !
examples: x x x x ( i do other kind of backgrounds i just had a block-y love season. also done things like sidebars and backgrounds, but this giveaway will include a code as well so i won’t add those here. )
It ends May the 22nd– that night, I’ll pick a winner. ( or, you know, several, depending on how many responses this gets )
Good luck ! )
( invenustum ):
`…you…have a costume under that? dude, that’s cool and all–but how does it make you fireproof?` is he another son of hephaestus? `you could get hurt by a falling beam in that burning building too————-`
“Oh, it’s not the suit.” He shrugged, looking down at his ‘costume’ (which happened to match the rest of his family’s– God, was it awful when they worked together). “This is just for show.” The Parr concluded before a bright portal s u c k e d him in, which would promptly transport him to the core of the burning building. Hopefully, everyone was out of danger already. But it was never too much of a problem to check. Just in case.
bxllxtproof
( invenustum ):
`w-woah there, hotshot!! you can’t run in there; there’s a fire. you’ll get hurt–`
“That’s not something I’m particularly worried about.” Jack Jack then removed his attire in a very awkward manner, revealing his red attire. “I’m kind of fireproof.”
( punchliine ):
children & harleen quinzel are a toxic combination. how she reacts to a child changes entirely from one kid to the next. so here she stands with an oversized battleaxe, hovering it it just above this baby’s head with it’s sharpened edge trained on the bit of hair sticking off that noggin. she’s grinning like a loon, tongue poked out from betwixt full lips and a single eye squinted shut – she’s concentrated, wanting to slice off the pointy bit of hair without decapitating the infant. “ don’cha move, jefferson. “ she’s even give the child a name.
Despite having a blade hovering right above him, the infant kept still, an amused expression over his features as he looked up at the blonde lunatic. Jack Jack merely stared, expectant, eyes then fixed on the particularly shiny axe.
send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.
1: aggressive kiss
2: all over kiss
3: back kiss
4: cheek kiss
5: eyelid kiss
6: fingers kiss
7: firm kiss
8: first kiss
9: forehead kiss
10: french kiss
11: gentle kiss
12: ghost kiss
13: hand kiss
14: jawline kiss
15: last kiss
16: neck kiss
17: rain kiss
18: stomach kiss
19: underwater kiss
20: upside down kiss
w e a k. I hate that feeling.
They’re just not that into you: tumblr RP edition
So we need to talk about things, we do.
I keep seeing people complaining about feeling ignored. And some weeks I feel ignored, too. And sometimes I talk to people who have tried to say ‘no thank you, I’m not interested’ in 546378 different ways, and people take that as ‘I need to be more creative and persistent’.
It’s time we were honest;
Sometimes, an RPer is just not that into you.
They are begging for threads when it’s their turn on replies. They have a wishlist but they turn you down when you ask. Communication has drawn to a halt. You start every message with ‘hi sorry to bother you’. You nudge them repeatedly and they are unresponsive.
… they are just not that into you.
Here are some reasons why this might be the case:
You’re trying to write yourself into their background and it doesn’t work well with their headcanons.
Your writing styles are just unmeshy things. Oil. Water. Bam.
They don’t agree with some aspect of they way you play your character (and this doesn’t make you wrong; just incompatible). <– especially canons tbh. We all see them differently. Which is great.
They don’t mesh with some aspect of the way you run your blog generally - more ooc than they are comfortable with, too much negativity about fandoms, characters, ships or people, too many photos of your stamp collection.
Your styles clash. One of you likes heavy formatting and structure and the other likes things plain.
What you initially discussed is not unfolding right for them.
They just don’t feel it.
They have a lot of threads and they don’t want to cut down on others for one they’re lukewarm about.
None of these things are likely to be the case:
They hate you.
They think you suck.
This is NOT about ‘quality’ (i hate that word being used around here). It’s about compatibility.
Let me ask you… can you really enjoy a thread knowing you had to harass someone into it? I doubt it.
I am not talking about people who take a little longer than usual to reply, because our lives fluctuate. Or people who have long breaks (hooray, they have lives!). I mean when someone is around a lot and it’s just a constant impasse. Or your messages never get answered.
This does not mean you are a bad RPer. This means one thing: You are not compatible with the other writer. That is all, and it doesn’t reflect badly on you, or on them.
If someone goes on a date and it flops, we don’t blame them, right? And they can still be friends, or civil, or leave on okay terms.
This is a huge world. Really there are thousands of us. It sucks when someone you want to RP with just doesn’t seem that interested. But someone else will be interested. Stop chasing people who aren’t. It will be easier for you both.
Person B making a deal to save Person A’s life at the cost of all their memories together.
WHO GAVE YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT
the WIDE-EYED kid that I was ⎯⎯⎯⎯ is gone for GOOD ⎯⎯⎯⎯ SHOT through the ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ && left to B L E E D.
Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.
Alright, Satan, just calm down for a while, you’ve done your job, you can punch out for the day.
I’m not much, but I’m brave.
six word story (via firecrackers-and-adamantine)
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A Princess Will Always Recognise Her Dragon
Muse A is a Royal Child, Muse B is a Lonely Dragon. Age 3-4, Muse A is out with their parents, a trip from their Winter Palace to their Summer one and there’s a storm, Muse A gets scared and wanders off ending up in the cave where Muse B is resting for that night, flying home from a trip overseas to escape a lynch mob. Muse B is lonely (and not that hungry) so they end up taking Muse A with them. So Muse A grows up in an abandoned broken castle, forgetting they’re royalty, a fact that Muse B was never aware of.
When Muse A is 21, knights storm the castle & ‘rescue’ them, taking them ‘home’ and back to their parents. Muse A doesn’t want to go ‘home’ they want to stay with Muse B. They hates the clothes, hates the people, hates the shoes, hates the entire experience, and tries to run away constantly but keeps getting dragged back.
Muse A has never gotten over their fear of storms and whenever there was one, they’d curl against Muse B’s side & they’d drop their wing over Muse A so they couldn’t see it and they’d feel safer. A storm happens after Muse A has been in the castle for 2 months and they’re absolutely terrified and curls in their bed, crying and wishing for their dragon.
A week later in Court, a new knight appears. Rather than swearing fealty to the kingdom or to Muse A’s parents, this knight swears to Muse A. And then they look up. Muse A knows those eyes, knows them well. That’s their dragon, Muse B is human. They made Muse B human, since both of them needed and wished for proximity, the universe did what it had to to make it happen. And Muse A so happy to see Muse B (and they’re really rather beautiful in human form)
Picture is from here. Original Poster claims no ownership
( trulyfear ):
❛ I DON’T need it. ❜
she seems to understand that she’s being RUDE, and sighs. be polite, wanda. she sends a BLAST of magic off into the fray, turning to jack jack.
❛ there are civilians around; help THEM first. ❜
the familiarity STINGS.
Jack Jack was not, by any chance, the fastest– but he w a s resourceful, and after a small nod, he was gone. Despite his lack of superhuman speed, he was agile, and as brightly-lit portals sucked him in ( only to spit him out seconds after ), the man took it in his hands to get civilians to SAFETY.
.. & twelveminutesolder from here.
( twelveminutesolder ):
“I can’t help you.”
Jack Jack continued to stretch his arms upward, demanding. “Up! Up!”