extrarequiem

you've reached the requiem directory blog. this is the home of all of the open starters, plot calls, & memes for the group. the tags' often delete things so we decided to use this blog to make things easier ! whenever you post one or the other, please direct SUBMIT us the link so we can reblog it. :-)

[yourbeautifulghosts]

give this here a like for something from shock! i’ll slide on over into your dms and discuss connections / what kind of starter you want.

[peachykcens-archive-blog]

PLOTTING  //  STARTER  CALL

i’m  off  my  semi-hiatus  so  !!  if  you’d  like  to  plot  with  any  of  my  children  ,  pls  give  this  a  LIKE  and  i’ll  slide  into  your  dms.  if  you’d  like  a  starter  ,  reply  with  which  muse  you’d  like  it  for  !

cindy moon ( marvel )

narcissa black ( harry potter )

tim drake ( dc )

saya kuroki ( deadly class )

evie grimhilde ( descendants )

cora hale ( teen wolf )

RECENTLY  APP’D

zatanna zatara ( dc )

[talesoflustrp]

Replies are coming for Kevin, but if you’d like something with Rei (Sailor Mars) or Tara (BTVS), please feel free to hit me up <3

[xbrokenxtragedies]

If anyone would like threads or plot with me just comment with who please. I need more going on with my characters :(

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader(Star Wars)

Bellamy Blake(The 100)

Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort(Harry Potter)

Stefan Salvatore(The Vampire Diaries)

Harry Hook(Descendants)

Tyrone Johnson/Cloak(Cloak and Dagger/Marvel)

Tobias Eaton/Four(Divergent)

[wickedtcwns]

                he missed the farm. above all, he missed being in charge - having his every wish fulfilled could do certain things to a man’s head, especially after having it done for so many years. but most of all, he missed how everything seemed to go his way back then, when in here.. well, he couldn’t say the same. it was not even 9 am and he already had a ruined shirt, a wasted cup of coffee and surely had gotten a few laughs out of the teens that had been passing through him in the hallway. not that he cared, though. opening the door to an empty classroom, edgar removed his shirt and after examining it for a few seconds, decided he surely couldn’t go into class with that.  thankfully, he always carried a spare white t-shirt on his bag - who knew what could happen, right? he was about to reach into his bag for it when the door opened behind him suddenly, making him turn around, raising an eyebrow at the person. “my apologies, i really did think the classroom would be unoccupied for the next hour or so. had a little coffee accident this morning and.. i couldn’t possibly go back to change and be here in time for the next class.” not to mention he was shirtless, his ruined red shirt laying on the ground. just his luck.  throwing the white shirt on, edgar turned to the other person, offering them a small smile. it was a good thing he could always get what he wanted out of people, especially in such a situation. “i’ll be on my way, if you want to use the classroom.”

[wickedtcwns]

the cold wind blowing against her face turned her cheeks red and even as veronica pulled the scarf against her neck, it didn’t seem to make it better. the coffee shop was truly one of the best places to hang out in  but… well, it wasn’t the right place for someone who wanted something warm and comfortable, to go with their coffee. she didn’t mind it, though.  winter was one of her favorite seasons for multiple reasons – it was the best time for fashion and layering (obviously) and to stay at home,  accompanied by warm blankets, a cup of cocoa and netflix – even if today, that had not been a possibility.

law books sprain across the table, a cup of hot cocoa with just a few sips of peppermint liquor by her side, veronica sighed.  new york had once been her home – long, long before riverdale had even been a possibility but when she had moved to requiem, hoping to escape everything that tied her to the town, it didn’t feel right. the town had been finally at peace, at least in veronica’s mind – but requiem..  it didn’t feel like home, not anymore. but over the years, it had started to get better. her heart still skipped  a beat anytime she spotted a very familiar flash of red hair, a blonde ponytail or a familiar beanie but.. she had learned to get over it, slowly and moving on.  moving on, but not forgetting. never forgetting.

veronica was about to return to her homework when she noticed someone nearby, someone.. someone whose gaze didn’t seem to leave her. rolling her eyes, she sighed. “am I on your seat or something?” she didn’t intend on getting up, though.

[wickedtcwns]

starter call! under the cut are the people i play ( too much, i know) and so, feel free to request as many starters as you’d like, from whoever you want.. all i ask is that you specify muse!

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[wickedtcwns]

the town was annoying – something that loki would never be able to get over and yet… surprisingly, he had found his way around. he kept mostly to himself – except for a few occasions where just couldn’t help it but so far.. it was good. he was alive, he was breathing and.. thank odin for that, thanos was not around. he never wanted to see the other again, for obvious reasons and.. he was much better off in her, where the mad titan couldn’t get to him.  not now.. perhaps not anytime soon, at least for the next five centuries. because.. because seeing him meant talking about everything that happened and loki did not need a reminder of those last few hours of terror.. he had one, right across his neck. it wasn’t like the scar would let him forget it anytime soon, anyway. but still.. there wasn’t much about the town that he did not like. he appreciated the library, of course and how he could spend hours and hours there – without anyone even noticing him, due to his excellent magic skills. and when there weren’t many people around, he enjoyed the park. it was quiet, it was lovely and.. it reminded him of the gardens in the palace, where he spent long afternoons with his mother. and so, he kept mostly to himself – diving his time between the park and the library and.. the shop that he was thinking of opening – praying with everything that thanos would not show up in here.. that he and thor could be safe, for the first time in a very, very long time. 

 it was one late afternoon when he noticed the person standing next to him – at first, loki brushed it off and returned his attention to the wonderful book he was reading.. until – a few minutes later, he noticed they were still staring. “what are you staring at, puny mortal?” grunting, he got up – placing his book on the bench. “ you know, I’m getting pretty tired of your kind not being able to take their eyes off me. yes – it’s me, loki – the monster who destroyed new york and no, thor is not here, so you can not take a picture with him. If that’s all, you can go now. have a terrible day.” he whispered under his breath, sitting down once more and returning his attention to the book.

[talesoflustrp]

Everything in him had been stressing over every little test or piece of homework that came flying at him. Kevin adjusted his strap on the messenger bag as his other hand gripped tight onto his chemistry text book. Stress was usually his fire that made him go faster, but all he wanted was one moment not to have to memorize some formula or chemical. Shaking his head, he jogged up the little way he had to go to get into Pop’s. It was a true place of solace for just anyone who needed to escape the world outside. Even if for only a moment.

Pulling open the door, he felt his bag swing a little and knock into someone. “I’m sorry.” He apologized as he looked at the other person. Gripping onto the strap of his bag. “You okay?”

[epiphnies]

     hey  guys  !!  sorry  i  wasn’t  around  much  today  —  my  uni  starts  back  up  in  exactly  one  week  and  sis  has  nothing  done  yet  ,  so  i  was  v  busy  getting  some  of  my  shit  together  !!  however  ,  i’m  ??  so  excited  to  get  things  going  ,  so  consider  this  a  𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  /  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓  𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍  !  if  you  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕  this  post  ,  i’ll  hit  up  ur  ims  !  we  can  see  where  our  charas  are  at  ,  &  i’ll  make  ya  a  starter  after  that  :)  i  also  have  discord  ,  so  if  anyone  wants  to  plot  over  there  ,  just  lemme  know  !!

my  current  characters  are  as  follows  :

𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒅  𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚  of  the  harry  potter  series

𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆  𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒔  of  riverdale  /  archie  comics

𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒆  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒓  of  stranger  things

[talesoflustrp]

hi there! I’m throwing it out now instead of after I post my open, would anyone like to plot?! just like this, or feel free to message whenever! **Also my intro for kevin is up now as well!

[wickedtcwns]

pepper had just recently gotten her memories back, but.. after everything that had happened, she was glad that she had at least gotten to forget everything, even if only for a little while. not her daughter, though. she didn’t want to forget her daughter - ever, because.. she was the most important person in the world to her. to pepper, nothing else mattered more than morgan and.. now that she had her back, well.. pepper knew she was going to do absolutely everything she could do, in order to make up for the time she had lost with morgan.  that was why she had gone through almost every single shop in the island, trying to find the perfect gift for morgan. she knew she had a lot to make up for, but.. it wasn’t her fault. it hadn’t been her fault or tony’s or anyone’s, things had just happened the way they had happened and.. there was no making up for the past now - there was only making sure the future wasn’t as sad. she had been so distracted that she didn’t notice she was about to bump into someone, right until she did, sending most of her shopping bags to the ground. “god, i am, so, so sorry.. i wasn’t watching where i was going.”

[wickedtcwns]

patty always knew that there was something missing in her life. well.. there was and even if most people would argue and say that she had a perfect life, well.. patty knew that there was something missing. right there, she. she knew that she might have been one of these people that had forgotten their past lives, because.. there was no way in hell that she had those weird dreams at night out of nowhere. still, there wasn’t much to do with that and she kept going on with her life as if there was nothing wrong, because.. in a way, there wasn’t. patricia blum was perfectly healthy, thank you very much. patricia blum had an amazing job.. patricia blum had a very god life and even better friends. still, she felt like.. she felt like there was something there that she didn’t know and what she hated the most was the fact that she could do nothing about it but wait and.. maybe.. maybe, one day, be lucky enough to have her memories return. finishing up her drink, patty turned to the person near her, sighing a little bit. “do you ever like… you’re not from here? like.. you’re supposed to be someone else?”

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As Anakin perched his body up from the ground, he felt the sharp edges of the weeds brush against his side. The bottom edge of his robe lifted slightly, as the cool air gusted against his cheeks. With his mechanical hand, he tapped the lateral of his leg with his fingers, as an impeding and scorned gaze filled his hues The Sith’s eyebrows lifted with a stringent grimace stretched between his features. Both brims of his mouth curved into a slight oval, as an immense exhale of air split from his lips.

Anger was consuming his mind, awaiting for an explosion to erupt. Though he had only been here for a mere small while, it was clear how different this galaxy was and he desired to not stay for any sufficient amount of time.  Despite this, the force told him otherwise. The black hood that wrapped itself around his body drug against the dirt as he pushed his feet forward.

It had been a long day. Most of the day Anakin spent looking for supplies. Everything here was different, including the inhabitants as well. After a few more moments passed, Anakin found his way into a small diner. It was crowded.  Before he found a seat, the sith felt someone behind him and abruptly stopped his movements. “If you have something to say, say it.” The words rigidly parted from his mouth as he languidly turned around and  stared at them with no emotion

[wickedtcwns]

don had been given a second chance - a second chance at life, a second chance to be with adrian and.. he surely did not intend on wasting it. he had been spending more time at the gallery - finally, finally doing what he loved and every day, when he went home, well.. he knew that he wasn’t going home to an empty house but the man he adored, more than anything in the world.  everything that had happened in derry almost seemed like a bad dream - something that don wanted nothing more than to forget about, but.. he knew that.. eventually, he would need to tell adrian the truth. he deserved it, because.. well, even if adrian would think he was crazy, don couldn’t stand lying to him.  dishonesty was the only thing he could not live with and.. even if it had seen worst before, well.. now.. now, it was different and yet, worst, at the same time, because.. don didn’t know what to do. should he tell adrian the truth? should he not?  that was a question that kept haunting his mind, right until someone walked through the main door at the gallery, getting his attention. “can i help you?” don smiled.

[wickedtcwns]

if he hadn’t gone back in time and did everything he had, steve wouldn’t have believed this was happening. here he was, in a completely different land, away from everyone and everything he had ever known.. he could remember going back in time - he could remember wanting to see peggy again and spend the rest of his life with her, but.. he must have done something wrong, because he had ended up in the island, instead of where he needed to be. it had been a few years by now; but.. steve was still holding on to the hope that he would see any of the avengers again - he just.. he just wanted to know they were alright , no matter what it took. he couldn’t.. he couldn’t let tony’s sacrifice be in vain; he needed to.. protect them - maybe going back in time had been the wrong idea. maybe, he should have stayed where he was and helped everyone pick up the pieces, because.. they surely needed the help. still, there was no use in dwelling about the past and so, steve tried to move on with his life, hoping that.. that one day, he would get to see them again. he had been mid way through a sketch - god, he had forgotten how much he loved to draw, when he noticed someone approaching his table. “seat’s not taken, if you’re wondering.”

[xbrokenxtragedies]

Tyrone’s eyes glanced at the sky, before transporting himself into the shadows. He sees a small child standing in a grave. The vision was not something he’d want anyone to see. Swiftly after, his body forcefully crashed onto the seaside near the water. Tyrone’s head fell back and buried itself into the sand. He laid motionless. The sounds of the water were peaceful. 

With moments passing, he pushed his weight up marginally, as a heavy grunt split from his mouth. The hood of Tyone’s jacket slipped from his shoulders. His face scrunched into a narrow frown. Lifting up his hand, Tyrone covered the side of the face with his wrist for a moment, before pulling it away. His dark chocolate hues diverted their gaze up. The more he tried to leave the island, the more difficult to escape it became. 

Tyrone knew he was stronger than this, or at least that is what Tandy liked to tell him. Maybe Tyrone was right, he isn’t some great divine pairing, though he did help kick Andre’s ass which was satisfying. To his. surprise he saw another standing a few feet from him. A sigh broke from his mouth.“ You, didn’t see that did you?”