Apocalypse

This is a fandomless, multimuse roleplay blog for Jameson Dyer (face: Colin Morgan) and Seth Kempe (face: Bradley James) Mun and muse are 18+ . . . Super secret hidden message: you're cute and I'm gay .

[drunkidiots]

cosmicbxtch​:

Nancy immediately sobered at the mention of home. 

“Home?” she echoed. She looked around, taking their surroundings in. They were situated in a green field– a city park. It could belong to any city, though the grey skies did look fairly Seattle-esque. The only thing that caused her to pause was the surprising lack of people. 

The streets were barren.

She lets Jameson help her up, dusting herself off. “Are we really in Seattle?”

The SPD vehicle isn’t lost on Nancy, clocking it at her 3. “What’d you say to my dad, Jamey?” She watches the severe looking woman mutter something into her walkie. 

At his noble gasses question she merely shrugs, giving his hand an obligatory sniff when he puts it up by her nose. 

Nancy’s eyebrows shoot up at his mentioning of a pandemic, “what– the black plague came back after I left?” she asks, taking the fox mask from him and putting it on as he instructed. “Damn, maybe my leaving was actually a blessing in disguise.”

The set off, leaving the little park for the grey cement sidewalk that wove through a grey city, under a grey sky– like a monochromatic trail. Nancy can feel a smoothie of emotions begin to bubble up inside her, and to distract herself she starts grilling Jameson.

“What did the large man say when you gave him details? What did he look like? Were my brothers there?” A pause. Her next question came much more slowly: “My mom?”

“It looks like most Seattle’s, to me.”

Jameson fixed the bear mask over his face, taking in a deep breath or two, to make sure he could. The breathing was easy, and it warmed his nose.

With her questions, Nancy seemed to be venturing out of her usual range of emotions: strong, punchy, manic, and something about the 90′s top forty list. He tried to encourage it by answering as best he could. “You ever heard of Toby Stephens? Maggie Smith’s son?” Jameson ventured, then quickly waved the thought away. “Probably not. If your universe has a Jim Duke, it probably skipped Toby Stephens.”

“We had a little Bond moment.” 

Jameson recreated the conversation, mimicking Mr. Duke’s gruff voice.

“He said, Can I borrow a match?”

“Then I said, I use a lighter. He said, Better still. I said, Until they go wrong.” Jameson scratched his head, unsure of the finer details of the conversation. He had experienced many versions of it. He could only cross his fingers that he was telling the right story. “He seemed pretty happy about that, until he followed up. He asked me a question that sounded like code, something about weeds in the garden, and I had no clue what to say.”

“I told him about the day you went missing, about what you were wearing, about Dairy Queen...”

“That’s probably why that cop car is tailing us.”

Jameson waved pleasantly again.

“But I’d rather be in their custody than your dad’s.”

He almost forgot the question of her mother. It slipped his mind, having seen so many realities without her. “I don’t remember if your mom was there,” he said, honestly, “in most of the universes, I only saw an old black and white picture of her, on the wall.”

“I talked to her at least once or twice, though,” he said. He would have to flip a coin to guess whether his words were helpful or hurtful. “She was a nice lady. She bought me something called a Cronut. I’m still not entirely sure what it is.”

“If you asked, I’m sure she’d buy you one too.”

[drunkidiots]

cosmicbxtch​:

“WhOooaAAoAooaOahoooOOO!” Nancy whooped and hollered. Pretending like she was on some cosmic rollercoaster as the flew through the timestream. Bits, and sounds, and smells from all different corners of the galaxy trickled in and out as they went.

“No!” Nancy hollered back, her hair whipping around her face. When the finally land at their destination, the redhead goes tumbling down, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop lying face up. None of this was actually necessary, but it felt right to do so.

“Duuuuude,” Nancy sat up, her hair in complete disarray, and her eyes alight with adrenalin and mischief.  “That was, like, the coolest ride ever.” She punches a fist up into the air, letting out another jubilant ‘whoop!’ “–Also, I totally stole Bridget’s keys, and her little flash-drivey-thing, so we might have the time police on our tail here soon– but I don’t know,” she shrugs “I don’t really know how any of this works,” she says, as though that was apparent. 

Then, as if finally realizing they were someplace new, Nancy looked around, taking in their new surroundings for the first time. With her free hand she reaches up to scratch her head, making her hair look even more insane than before. 

“Hey– by the way, where are we?”

“Home, hopefully,” Jameson said, reaching down to help Nancy to her feet. “Down the street, there’s a house full of Duke’s. I tried to ask the big one if he had a daughter, and he stayed pretty quiet about it, so I offered up some details that might ring a bell.”

“The wrong details, apparently.” He let out a sigh and put his hands in his back pockets. There was a cop car on the corner, holding a woman with an intense stare and a radio transmitter in her hand. He waved and smiled pleasantly. She frowned harder, but did give a small wave in return. “I never know what to say to police, and it sure is hard to get out of a drunk tank once they take away your travel cards.”

“Noble gases don’t contain anions in your universe, right?”

He put his hand to her nose, to feel her breath.

“No, I think you’re okay.”

Jameson clapped his hands, his eyes widening. “I almost forgot!” He pulled two cloth masks from his back pocket. “There’s a pandemic on the planet, but it started a while after you disappeared, so that’s not a bad sign.” One mask had the nose and mouth of a cartoon bear, the other of a cartoon fox.

He handed her the fox. “This one suits you, I think.”

“Elastic bands over your ears, just like a surgical mask.”

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[aridante]

Some men are born to plow fields, some live to be great physicians, others to be great kings. Me? I was born to serve you, Arthur. And I’m proud of that. And I wouldn’t change a thing.

— Merlin (2008 – 2012) by Julian Murphy & Johnny Capps

[fitzandmontgomery]

(Ex) boyfriend goals ♥

[valtsv]

*walks into an antique store* i’d like to see your most evil items, please

[wnq-writers]

They told me you were gone and I screamed. I wailed, I cried and I screamed. As loud as I could. I halfway hoped that if you could hear me screaming on your way to heaven, you would turn around and come back to me.

hdhwrites (via wnq-writers)

[arabellas]

Harry Styles - Falling

[antoniosbanderas]

MERLIN (2008 – 2012)  “The Labyrinth of Gedref” 

[sagamemes]

reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).

i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.

[hesssas]

[tim-lucy]

the best of ness: [4/?]

[archvillainofromance]

[the-homie-sexual]

plot twist: someone hears about every shitty thing you may or may not have done, every person you’ve hurt, every sin you’ve committed, and every ounce of pain you’ve created in someone else’s life… and they forgive you and choose you and they love you anyways.

[egilsdottir]

yo, reblog this if you don’t mind interacting with asexual characters! ships are nice, but i don’t see any interactions with nearly as many asexual characters as i’d like to, and frankly, they’re important too!

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[homietwt]