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Tania Sinclair, 24- Gotham Memorial Library ((RP Blog, DC Comics OC))

[gothamite-librarian]

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Hi, my name is Tania, I work at Gotham Memorial Library, and I made this blog to keep track of stuff. On or off the clock. I've been working here for a while, and things get interesting sometimes. (But I also need something to keep myself busy.)

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Pronouns: they/them, he/him, she/her

Current project: trying to plan an ASL class for the library

Likes: painting, crochet, reading tarot, my balcony vegetable garden, music, fencing.

Dislikes: Doctor Jonathan Crane coming into the library to do research. People messing with my stupid little garden. That one guy who stole my taser last week.

Name: Tania Emrys Sinclair

Age: 24

Species: Homo Magi

Residence: Gotham

Occupation: local nerd at the library. Freelance writer

Height: 5'3"

demigender, genderfluid, pansexual, demiromantic

ADHD as fuck, stubborn, someone who looks for ways to help in small ways, loves learning new things.

Skills: level-headed, basic self defense and slightly above average bladework, maneuverability, eldritch blades, wards, advanced first aid, researcher, above average intelligence and willingness to learn and adapt. Willingness to try to find ways to help even if indirectly.

Weaknesses: sees self as weak, distractible, scatterbrained unless forced to focus, has trouble letting go of things.

((Hi hi hello, working on getting back into rp. My name is Glitch, and I'm in my 30s, welcome to my blog, will add more to this later))

((Rules:

Open to pretty much anyone and anything, just don't be an asshole ooc? And feel free to talk to me about stuff

This blog is selective, but not necessarily private, and 16+. All rps are a seperate timeline unless discussed otherwise

If i do any nsfw, it will be under a cut and i will tag it))

[the-soft-scholar]

i annotate books because i like leaving pieces of myself tucked between the sentences. little thoughts. little heartbeats. tiny proofs that i was here.

i underline the lines that feel like they know me. i circle words that taste beautiful. i write questions in the margins not because i need answers but because i want to remember the moment the text made me feel something.

sometimes i press flowers between the pages so the future version of me can meet the past version of me in the softest way possible.

books become journals this way. not borrowed stories but shared ones. a quiet conversation between the writer and the girl holding the pen.

[rpclefairy]

growing closer.

prompts for characters getting to know each other.

“i don't think you realize how much people notice you.”

“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”

“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”

“you strike me as someone who trusts their gut. am i wrong?”

“i've noticed you always leave before everyone else.”

“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”

“you seem restless.”

“it's strange how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”

“have i ever told you that you're difficult to read?”

“you look like you haven't slept.”

“you know this place well enough that i'm starting to wonder if you've always lived here.”

“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming?”

“i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.”

“i can't decide whether people truly change, or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.”

“i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?”

“the more i get to know you, the more i keep noticing little similarities between the two of us.”

“i didn't realize you'd remember that.”

“most people seem uncomfortable with silence. i never minded it much.”

“you seem to know more than you're saying.”

“you seem comfortable on your own. i wonder if that's the same thing as never feeling lonely.”

“do you always look this serious?”

“you're easier to talk to than i expected.”

“i've always thought trust is harder to earn than people pretend.”

“you always seem to be watching.”

“i think you've been avoiding me.”

“you're not at all what i thought you would be.”

“whenever i ignore my instincts, i end up regretting it. what about you?”

“i wasn't expecting to run into you again.”

“i can't tell if you're someone who enjoys solitude or just tolerates it.”

“i know it sounds childish, but i can't help believing some people are meant to find one another.”

“you make a terrible liar.”

“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.”

“i think people underestimate you.”

“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”

“i don't think i've seen you smile before.”

“i wasn't sure you'd come.”

“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”

“sometimes i wonder if we ever really know anyone.”

“you're surprisingly good company.”

“i think most people would like to believe they're good. i'm not sure it's always that simple.”

“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”

“i don't usually tell people this...”

“you make that look easy.”

[inkpressedpetals]

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

[ettumagia]

“Hello then. You must be the welcoming committee in this soddin’ town?”

@gothamite-librarian

[gothamite-librarian]

"Hey..." A bemused expression, followed by a sigh that said 'this might as well happen' more succinctly than words. "Not so much? I... what brings you to Gotham?"

He raised a brow, looking the man over with a flicker of recognition. Not personal, but certainly by reputation. "Sorry. Seem to have left my manners in my other jacket. You can call me Tan."

[ettumagia]

Nerves were useful because people told you a lot when they were nervous. John smiled just a bit, an almost sly look as he focused in on Tan.

“Well I’m here to find the Batman of course,” he replied sarcastically. “Honestly, what is Batsy up to lately even…”

[gothamite-librarian]

A click of her tongue, tilting their head up to look at him a bit better. "Heard some rumblings about Slaughter Swamp. Grundy might be waking up again soon. Know a few people that keep track of Bat sightings, but..."

A gesture, before fidgeting with their bracelet, considering the situation. They're off the clock, at least. If they had to deal with this guy and maintain professionalism, they might explode something in the process. "Most people aren't the most privy to their movements and plans, unless you're looking for the gossip side of things."

There's a dry sort of humor to that as they shrugged.

[arrpeememes]

Send "when was the last time you slept?" For my muse's reaction.

[correctopinionhaver]

[ettumagia]

“Hello then. You must be the welcoming committee in this soddin’ town?”

@gothamite-librarian

[gothamite-librarian]

"Hey..." A bemused expression, followed by a sigh that said 'this might as well happen' more succinctly than words. "Not so much? I... what brings you to Gotham?"

He raised a brow, looking the man over with a flicker of recognition. Not personal, but certainly by reputation. "Sorry. Seem to have left my manners in my other jacket. You can call me Tan."

[purr-in-ink]

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[gothamite-librarian]

@cnnrsarrow

It started as a feeling of static in the air in a secluded area of a park in Star City. Something that raises the hair on the back of a person's arms, sourceless and unexplained. This sourceless nature only lasts for a minute before blue-green light arcs through the air in a symbol before it flickered and twisted, only to collapse in on itself.

In its wake, there's a short figure with long brown hair, sprawled on the grass, squinting up at the sky as though it personally offended him. Tan grimaced slightly, feeling an ache in his bones that told him that something had gone really, really wrong with that little experiment. He ran his tongue over his teeth, taking stock of everything. All limbs intact? Mental state? Dizzy and disoriented, but manageable.

"Fucking hell..." a roll, trying to push themself to their feet in an attempt to figure out where he's ended up. He feels like he's been hit by a car. Again.

[cnnrsarrow]

It wasn’t everyday Connor got the chance to patrol without Speedy or his father around him. The silence was unusual but not unwelcome. He was quietly perched on a rooftop, deep in thought about his next stop to scour until the breeze left an itchy sensation on his nose. He sneezed, looking around the area. There! A strange glowing symbol appeared a few feet away from where he was before it completely vanished. Though, as suspicious as it may seem, Connor decided it would be best if he went to the location, you know, without alerting anyone in case anything were to happen. 

And it looks like something did happen, though not to him. The closer he got, the more it appeared to contain a figure. Oh, shoot, ran through Connor’s head before he quickened up his pace. ”Hey!” He called out, waving an arm. “You okay?” He hollered, closing the distance.

[gothamite-librarian]

It looked like they could be blown over by a stilling breeze, they were so wobbly on their feet as they took stock of their surroundings. A city park of some kind, not that that told them much. Going by the skyline and the much lesser amount of smog in the air, they weren't in Gotham anymore.

At the spotting of movement, someone coming to investigate, he grimaced slightly before he shifted positions toward a nearby tree and laid a hand on its trunk. Something to attempt to steady himself. His expression schooled itself toward a sort of tired neutrality, but there was a sharpness to his eyes as they flickered over the hero.

"Not dyin' or nothing, just.... hm." Is he seriously putting on customer service voice to try to deflect attention? Maybe just a little. He's fine, definitely. "I do seem to have... misplaced myself."

Understatement of the year, Tan. Way to go. This place doesn't even sound like Gotham, they can hear the city around them, movement, the way it breathes, but at the same time it feels so different from home.

[cnnrsarrow]

Connor snorted, “Misplaced?” He asked, tilting his head so he’d be able to eye the person over. Carefully looking for any injuries that may need tending to. He opened his mouth before closing it with a hum, “Where are you originally from?” He shifted on his boots, studying the area, if anything were able to tell him more.

The person obviously appeared human though, that didn’t explain the sudden appearance. Were they on the run from some being? Is this relating to something bigger? He hummed, eyes sliding back towards the civilian.

[gothamite-librarian]

They look normal enough, at least. An oversized, dark t-shirt with the logo for a gotham-local band on the front and a pair of shorts, and a pair of boots. They had been expecting to end up somewhere, even if not here. So at least they were dressed reasonably. It coukd be worse. It couls always be worse.

They don't seem to be visibly injured other than a lingering bruise around their lower left arm that looks like someone had grabbed them roughly, fingers encircling their arm. It was yellow and green, and they seemed not to be favoring it. More, they were just trying to maintain focus on him, raising a brow at yhe questions.

"I'm from Gotham. Sorry hi, you can call me Tan." He paused awkwardly, the offered a hand to the vigilante with a grimace. That same almost static electricity feeling lingered in close proximity to them, though it was quickly fading.

[cnnrsarrow]

His eyebrows rose in surprise before letting out an amused puff of air through his nose, he gracefully took Tan’s hand in his and shook it. “Well, you can call me Green Arrow.”He smiled in return, still wary on the newcomer. “You’re in Star City.” He informed, before adding a very dry, “halfway across the country.”

Connor unhooked a metal bottle, brushing over the almost electric buzz he left from touching it alongside the leftovers of magic that still resided, from his waist belt. “Water? You may not be dying but you don’t look so fine either.”

He fiddled with the opening of his brown overcoat on the Green Arrow uniform, thinking of how exactly is Tan going to go back to Gotham or where Tan is going to stay for the night. The idea of staying outside in a park on a random opening throughout the night didn’t seem so appealing, and if he was being honest, he’d much rather be a hospitable hero than an overly efficient one.

[gothamite-librarian]

They wobbled slightly as their hand was released, and shot him an incredulous look. "Star... City. Right. Okay. Sure, why not?"

Note to self, don't slam magic into a spell in a panic, or accidents happen. At least tje person chasing her had no way to knwo where shecwent, probably. They groan, letting themself drop into a sitting position, the movement sudden, like a puppet's strings being cut.

They blink up at the offered water, they reach out to take it after a moment of hesitation. "Sorry, I feel sure you have more important things t' deal with. But... thanks."

They pause, checking theor pockets before pushing out a phone with their free hand, unsteady as they consider the situation. No wallet, they have a phone, at least. They could probably find somewhere to stay, but the fact that they'd caught attention was a complication there. Besides not knowing the city.

There's a slight tremor to their hands as they try to trace a symbol in the air after taking a sip of water. Yeah, that's not going to work right now. It fizzled out immediately, rather than doing anything useful.

[cnnrsarrow]

His eyes widened looking at the weak attempt, a magic user, he instantly thought, then mentally chided himself. Of course they’re a magic user, they’re from Gotham for god’s sake! It explained a lot of questions that he felt weren’t necessary to ask in that moment. Especially towards someone who wouldn’t appreciate being bombarded by them in such a state.

Connor crouched to be eye level with Tan, subconsciously tapping his pointer finger against his kneecap. “Nothing more important than helping someone out.” He tried to reassure. He pursed his lips, kind of awkwardly idling around before speaking again, “So…” he began.

He contemplated how mad Ollie would be if he brought someone unannounced to the Arrowcave and quickly vanished that thought, it didn’t matter. This person did. This person who appeared to be a smudge away from passing out on the ground. It wasn’t looking good but it was nothing that he couldn’t handle.

“May I bring you to my base?” At least he thought so. “I’ll do my best to bandage you up.”

[gothamite-librarian]

Tan was used to screwing up a bit. Ending up across the country from home was a bit much, though they were going to have to contact people, and trying gto explain why they were missing was not something they were looking forward to.

It could be worse. They just need to keep that part in mind.

A tired sigh as they watched the hero consider his words, their eyes flickering over him curiously. They were too tired to pick apart all the inferences they could get from the situation. Instead, they were just left raising their brows at the offer.

"Your base? I mean. Um." Sure. This might tas well happen. "Okay... I mean, yes. Thank you."

Way to be articulate, loser. Okay, so maybe they'll be less of a mess later. They just hadn't meant to do so much all at once.

[livixdunne-blog]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[scribeherself]

people will say “they’re only friends” and then show me two people who would crawl through broken glass to hear the other laugh once. two people who have memorized each other’s coffee orders, fears, childhood stories, and emergency contacts. two people who would haunt each other’s houses as ghosts. be serious.

[hibi-flower]

sources: unknown // unknown // maplepecanpastry on tumblr // ashmanathletics on tiktok // i saw the tv glow (2024) // pray for me by kendrick lamar // unknown // what are you waiting for? by derald cannon jr. // unknown // unknown // drunk drivers/killer whales by car seat headrest // polekingrasputin on instagram

on waiting / on saving yourself

[gothamite-librarian]

((I am spending too much time on Tumblr on my phone, but yay, stuck in bed because of injury (/s). Second and first degree burns are annoying))

[spaceraised]

My muse’s powers are out of control. Send “It’s okay” for your muse to try to calm them down

[rpmemesyo]

My muse has been hiding an injury from yours. Send 🤕 for your muse to confront mine about it!

If the icon doesn’t work, send “bandages” in its place.