Seas of Madness

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[positivitycornerfortheloved]

positivitycorner for the loved ♡

A little corner of the Tumblr universe devoted to soft things, kind words, and the quiet kind of love that lingers. Spreading warmth, connection, and a bit of light wherever it can reach. ♡ Send in your positivity vibes- on or off, anon. They’ll be shared without names, URLs, or aliases attached. Just pure, unfiltered kindness passed from one soul to another.

Let’s remind the RPC that life isn’t all that evil. There’s still good here. There are still people worth celebrating.

Hate? blocked. reported. handled. We’re not entertaining that energy.

We’re here for the good stuff. The loud love. the quiet appreciation. The “hey, you matter” moments people don’t hear enough.

This space exists to uplift the amazing muns in the 2024–2026 Tumblr RPC. because you deserve to be seen. And told. ♡ Posts will vary between queue drops and mass love bursts, And if you’re mentioned, you’ll get a little dm letting you know Just how damn appreciated you are.

So go on. Send something kind. Say something soft. Be the reason someone smiles today.

Be kind. spread love. light lives. ✧

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reblog if youre still not over the library of alexandria

[musesforthedamned]

Hey, you.

Yes, you, scrolling past and maybe pretending you’re fine. Pause here for a second. Breathe. You’re doing better than you think.

The world moves fast, too fast sometimes, and it’s easy to forget that simply being here is an act of courage. You’ve woken up in a world that keeps demanding more, and yet you showed up anyway. Maybe you didn’t write today.

Maybe you haven’t in weeks. Maybe the cursor blinks like it’s mocking you, or your stories feel quieter than they used to. That’s okay. You’re not falling behind; you’re just living. And life is part of the process; the stories you’ll tell later are built from this exact moment of stillness.

Remember: your worth as a writer, as a creator, as a human, is not measured in productivity. It’s in persistence. In how you keep trying, even when you’re tired. In how you find beauty in small things- the smell of coffee, the hum of rain, the way light hits your wall. Those are stories too.

If no one’s told you lately: your words matter. Your art matters. Your heart, your voice, your weird little worlds? They’re all tiny rebellions against the dark. You don’t have to be extraordinary today. You just have to exist. That’s enough.

So here’s your reminder, from one ink-stained soul to another:

✨ You are not behind. ✨ You are not broken. ✨ You are allowed to rest. ✨ You are still a writer, even when you’re not writing.

Drink some water. Stretch your shoulders. Let yourself be proud of surviving the day.

The stories will wait... they always do.

You’re still magic, even when you don’t feel it.

(Reblog if you needed this reminder, or if you want someone else to see it in their dash tonight.)

[madderbythesecond]

Starter for protectxthem's Gibbs

"I'm busy- so if you have something to add to my never ending to-do list- put it in the pile by the door." Addy said, referring the the massive pile of paperwork that was on her desk that she'd dragged out into the hallway outside her office at NCIS. She was on the floor of her office with a piece of Chalk writing in Egyptian Hieratic on the floor. The coffee pot from the breakroom was on her filing cabinet and it had a mix of wine and coffee inside. She'd been up since 4 am working on how to summon herself some help to tackle the pile of paperwork on her desk and needed the floor for the summoning circle.

"I'll clean the coffee pot out when I'm done with it, but I'm not done with it so you can't have it yet." Addy was twitching as she spoke.

@protectxthem

[protectxthem]

Gibbs stops outside of her office when he sees her desk in the hallway. He raises a brow as he steps up to her office door. He stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. "I uh, no, I don't have anything to add to your never-ending to-do list."

"I do have a question. Not about the coffee pot. What are you doing, drawing on the floor?" He asks, head tilting slightly. "You could be almost done with your to-do list if you weren't drawing on the floor."

[madderbythesecond]

"This is actually a writing system not a drawing and I'm solving something on my to-do list, but solving that problem requires Thoth and he's doesn't have email or an answering machine so- summoning circle for one of his assistants. I'll clean up after." She said. Addy stepped away from the circle and flipped through her two-in-one that was balanced on a stack of books in the corner. Her brain was spinning and running so fast she was having trouble focusing and keeping her thoughts straight.

"Time to get an assist with organizing that paperwork stack. Thoth has some crazy filing system I like, but every time I try to recreate it, I end up screwing it up somehow. I've resorted to just asking one of his assistants to do the filing for me." She lit the coffee soaked feather on fire with a match and blew the smoke onto the summoning circle. In a puff of smoke, chalk, and feathers an Ibis appeared.

"Gibbs, this is Greg. He's the Ibis that answers my requests. I call him Greg, I don't think Thoth names his assistants, but I named this one." She said. The bird coughed and quickly got to the task of organizing Adamaris' paperwork using it's wing feathers like fingers.

"Is there something you needed, boss man?" Addy asked. She pulled a rag from her back pocket and got it soaked with water and began cleaning the summoning circle off her floor.

[madderbythesecond]

Starter for protectxthem's Gibbs

"I'm busy- so if you have something to add to my never ending to-do list- put it in the pile by the door." Addy said, referring the the massive pile of paperwork that was on her desk that she'd dragged out into the hallway outside her office at NCIS. She was on the floor of her office with a piece of Chalk writing in Egyptian Hieratic on the floor. The coffee pot from the breakroom was on her filing cabinet and it had a mix of wine and coffee inside. She'd been up since 4 am working on how to summon herself some help to tackle the pile of paperwork on her desk and needed the floor for the summoning circle.

"I'll clean the coffee pot out when I'm done with it, but I'm not done with it so you can't have it yet." Addy was twitching as she spoke.

@protectxthem

[bigandlong]

If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

[jae-felidae]

Oh hey! Haven’t seen this in forever! Didn’t reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.

[texashunt]

@madderbythesecond ∣ 🌵

"So... what's it like? This... 2026 y'come from? It real different, I'm guessin'?"

[madderbythesecond]

"It's very different. Electrical Lights, on demand hot food, and cars are used by everyone to get around. It also smells better... well sometimes." Addy said, she was sitting beside the fireplace warming her hands from the rain they had been caught in. Her stomach growled and it occurred to her that she hadn't eaten yet.

"Gods, I'd kill for a burger right now. You got any food? I'm kinda hungry." She said.

[madderbythesecond]

"Yeah- well, When you get a gift from a literal God you need to take care of that thing. And no, Nessie isn't a joke. I don't make jokes. She's real and getting her here took a undertaking of epic proportions, but that was before my time." Addy said as she finished her work in the stable. Leaving the stall, she took Nautilus from Stabler and lead the winged creature back into his stall. The Pegasus didn't seem to happy to be separated from the apples so Addy took the bucket from Stabler and dumped the rest of the slices into the hay trough. Once she knew Nautilus was happy, she lead Stabler back to the tack room and switched out her muck covered boots for her sneakers.

"Strange, which doesn't even start to cover this job, isn't always dangerous, Detective, it can be, yes, but it's not always bad. This life becomes normal after a while, but it's not all feeding apples to a flying horse for me- Thanks for that by the way- we have our fair share of enemies too. Groups that want to destroy The Library, kill us for what we do for the world, and use magic for their own devices... It's quite the list." Addy said. She led Stabler back into the main part of the Library with the Ark of the Covenant and the Spear of Destiny on display in the items cases. She put her hand on the case of the Spear and looked inside for a moment before turning back to her new protector.

"This job is very weird, but the pay makes it worth it. That and I have no where else to really go since I woke up. I can't exactly go back to my mom without uncomfortable questions being asked." Addy said. She wondered how much of her past she should dump on Stabler or if he'd even see her as reasonable if she explained the whole being responsible for the end of Camelot thing.

[musesforthedamned]

Elliot’s eyes track her hand as it settles against the glass, the way her fingers linger there just a second too long. He doesn’t need a badge to read that kind of pause. Evidence. Attachment. Guilt, maybe.

He’s seen it in interrogation rooms, in victims, in his own reflection more times than he’d ever admit out loud. The artifacts don’t pull his attention the way they probably should. Ark of the Covenant, Spear of Destiny… names that should carry weight. But right now, he’s watching her.

Kid’s carrying something heavy. Not just this place. Something older. Something she hasn’t decided if I’m allowed to see yet.

He exhales slowly, one hand settling on his hip while the other brushes absently over his coat like he’s grounding himself back in something familiar. “Yeah,” he mutters, voice low, thoughtful. “Weird I can handle. Seen worse than weird.” His gaze flicks to the spear, then back to her. “It’s the ‘people wanting to kill you for what you protect’ part that sounds like my old job, just with… better props.”

There’s a beat where he studies her again, more openly now. The way she talks about it, like it’s fact. Like she’s already accepted the cost.

“You say that like it doesn’t bother you,” he adds, not accusing, just… steady. “Like it’s already decided.” A slight tilt of his head. “That you don’t have anywhere else to go.”

That’s not something you say unless you’ve already closed the door behind you.

He shifts his weight, shoulders easing just a fraction, tone softening in a way that doesn’t quite match the hard lines of his posture. “Listen… I don’t need the full story. Not today.” He paused for a moment as he thought about it before making a face, shrugging. “Hell, maybe not ever. You get to decide that.” His jaw tightens briefly before relaxing again. “But I’ve spent a long time working with people who think they gotta carry everything alone.”

And I know exactly how that ends.

Elliot steps a little closer, not crowding her, just enough to make it clear he’s not standing on the outside looking in anymore. “You woke up here,” he says, quieter now, more deliberate. “That doesn’t mean this place is all you’ve got. It just means it’s where you landed.”

His eyes flick once more to the case beneath her hand, then back to her face, steady and unflinching.

“And for the record?” he adds, that familiar dry edge creeping back in just enough to keep things from getting too heavy, “I’m starting to think the pay’s not the main selling point here.”

A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, but it doesn’t quite hide the sincerity underneath.

“You’ve got people here,” he says. “That counts for more than whatever’s in that glass box.”

And if nobody’s told you that yet… they should have.

He straightens slightly, rolling one shoulder like he’s settling into the role whether he fully believes in it or not. “As for enemies?” a small huff of breath. “Good. Means I know what I’m doing.” His gaze sharpens, something protective locking into place like muscle memory.

“You keep worrying about the flying horses and ancient history,” Elliot adds, voice steady, grounded. “I’ll handle the people who think they can take a shot at you.”

Then, softer, almost an afterthought: “You don’t have to figure all of it out right now, Addy.”

You don’t have to earn your place just to keep it.

[madderbythesecond]

"It's a little more complicated than waking up here. I had to find this place after waking up in what should have been my tomb under Stonehenge in Wales. I got trapped down beneath it. Thoth and Athena protected my mind from a spell set by some fae witch from Avalon while I literally napped for two thousandish years because the spell went wrong and put me into a magical coma." Adamaris said. Her feet shuffled without her thinking about it for a moment. She thought about her mom. Sally Jackson. Percy had told her that their mom had remarried to some dude named Paul and they'd had a baby together. Percy also said that Paul was nice unlike Gabe had been. Gods, it made her heart ache- the feeling of missing her mom.

"Going home would just put a target on my mom's back. I can't be responsible if something happens to her. I could never not chose my family if it came between this place and them. The emotional attachment I have to her and my twin brother makes me weak and makes this place vulnerable. While my brother can protect himself if someone tired to kill him, my mom can't really do that, she's mortal and not a fighter. It's not safe for me to go home. It is safest for me here anyway, I can use my gifts to help the world instead of hiding from it." She said.

"You're right though. The pay isn't the main selling point. It's running around the globe, saving the world, seeing things you can't tell normal people about. This place is magical and every time we go through the doors to the outside, we take that magic and that drive to learn, discover, and be human with us into the world even if it's just somebody making a coffee run. That reminds me, I need get your coffee order added to the list in the kitchen." Her stomach grumbled, she looked at her watch. Lunch break. Gods, she hadn't realized how hungry she was.

"You don't have any diet restrictions or allergies, do you?" She asked as she lead him away from the spear and ark. The kitchen was a short walk back through the Annex and down the hall. Heading inside the room with the door labeled Kitchen: No Sasquatch allowed, Addy pulled her lunch from the the blue fridge. It was stocked with her favorite need to be kept cold snacks and an insane amount of bottles of Coke-a-Cola. She pulled the lunchbox, a white lunchbox with human organs in big red lettering.

"My divine step mom, Lady Amphitrite, always sends me a lunch. Peanut butter sandwiches, blue chocolate chip cookie brownies, with sea salted seaweed chips." She broke the sandwich in half and offered half the very large peanut butter sandwich to Stabler for him to eat.

[memedrome]

My Blog is strictly Anti Generative AI

I use no Generative AI to write for me.

I use no Generative AI to create images for me.

I do not wish to write with people who actively use Generative AI.

If you write with me, you won't ever have to fear any AI being used to doing my replies for you. I will not feed your writing to ChatGPT and the like, and I would appreciate it if you don't feed my writing to any kind of Generative AI either. You do not have my consent to do so.

If I reblog AI images/text or use images for aesthetics/graphics that were originally generated without realizing, please let me know. Generative AI images have infiltrated Pinterest and other sites so much, it can be hard to tell sometimes.

[protectxthem]

"I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on."

[madderbythesecond]

"That makes two of us, but this world is so strange I can't help but be curious." Dea said with a light laugh.

[rpmemepalkia]

Please reblog this if your blog is crossover friendly

aka you are happy to write with muses who aren't in your same fandom (fandomless muses of similar genre for instance)

+ specify in tags what kind of crossovers you're open to

[madderbythesecond]

"Relax, he knows better than to bite, but he will bug you for treats though. You mostly will just stand there while I do the work of mucking out his stall and feeding him." Addy said, she let out a laugh at the idea of Nautilus dumping anyone in the Hudson. Addy lead him to the stables area of the Library and before heading into the barn, she handed Stabler a bucket filled with sliced apples and then led him into the barn. She smiled wide as she saw her steed in his stall. Nautilus was extremely well cared for and well groomed. Addy took more pride in the look of her steed than herself.

"Stabler meet Nautilus. He's super into Apples right now so please ply him with treats while I muck out his stall." Adamaris grabbed a set of nearby reigns and put the leather contraption on her the flying horse before leading him out of his stall and tying the reigns to a nearby hitching loop. "He was a gift from my dad." Adamaris quickly got to work on cleaning out the stall before she washed her hands in a nearby sink and set out the white Pegasus' food.

"He is much easier to care for than Nessie, cleaning out her massive ass tank is a nightmare takes two full days, but Nessie's care is Galahad's problem today."

[musesforthedamned]

Elliot stood just inside the barn doors for a second longer than necessary, taking it in. The smell of hay and clean straw, the soft shuffle of hooves, the faint rustle of wings adjusting against a stall wall. He’d expected chaos. Sparks. Lightning. Something dramatic. Instead, it felt… grounded. Solid. Like any other stable he’d ever stepped into.

Except for the wings.

He took the bucket from Addy, weighing it in his hand, glancing down at the neat slices of apple like they were evidence in a case. “Ply him with treats,” he repeated dryly. “So I’m the snack guy. Good. That I can handle.”

When Nautilus lifted his head and those intelligent dark eyes locked onto him, Elliot felt that old, familiar instinct settle into place. The one he’d used around skittish witnesses, cornered suspects, his own kids when they were small and unsure.

Calm. Steady. Don’t rush.

“Alright,” he murmured, stepping closer to the stall door. “You and me, Nautilus. No sudden moves. I’m new here.”

He held out a slice of apple flat in his palm, remembering just enough from long-ago riding lessons to keep his fingers clear. The Pegasus snorted, warm breath puffing against his skin before carefully taking the treat. Elliot blinked once, then gave a low whistle.

“Okay,” he admitted, glancing back at Addy as she worked. “That’s… impressive.”

He stayed near Nautilus’s head while she mucked out the stall, feeding him another slice, then another, letting the rhythm settle. The horse leaned into him slightly, nudging at his shoulder for more, and Elliot huffed a quiet laugh.

“Hey, easy. You’re gonna give me a reputation.”

His gaze drifted toward Addy, watching the way she moved with practiced efficiency, pride in every motion. She handled the reins, the brush, the stall like it was second nature. Like this place, this creature, anchored her.

“You take better care of him than you do yourself,” Elliot observed, not accusing, just noting. His voice carried that low, steady weight again. “Guess I know where I fall on the priority list.”

He offered Nautilus another apple slice, then rested a hand lightly against the Pegasus’s neck, feeling the warmth there, the quiet strength under skin and feather.

“And Nessie?” he added, brow lifting slightly. “Please tell me that’s a joke. Because if there’s a Loch Ness situation in this building, I’m gonna need a bigger bucket.”

He glanced back at Addy, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. “You know,” he said more quietly, eyes softening just a fraction, “I’ve seen a lot of strange things in my life. But this? This might be the first time strange doesn’t feel dangerous.”

[madderbythesecond]

"Yeah- well, When you get a gift from a literal God you need to take care of that thing. And no, Nessie isn't a joke. I don't make jokes. She's real and getting her here took a undertaking of epic proportions, but that was before my time." Addy said as she finished her work in the stable. Leaving the stall, she took Nautilus from Stabler and lead the winged creature back into his stall. The Pegasus didn't seem to happy to be separated from the apples so Addy took the bucket from Stabler and dumped the rest of the slices into the hay trough. Once she knew Nautilus was happy, she lead Stabler back to the tack room and switched out her muck covered boots for her sneakers.

"Strange, which doesn't even start to cover this job, isn't always dangerous, Detective, it can be, yes, but it's not always bad. This life becomes normal after a while, but it's not all feeding apples to a flying horse for me- Thanks for that by the way- we have our fair share of enemies too. Groups that want to destroy The Library, kill us for what we do for the world, and use magic for their own devices... It's quite the list." Addy said. She led Stabler back into the main part of the Library with the Ark of the Covenant and the Spear of Destiny on display in the items cases. She put her hand on the case of the Spear and looked inside for a moment before turning back to her new protector.

"This job is very weird, but the pay makes it worth it. That and I have no where else to really go since I woke up. I can't exactly go back to my mom without uncomfortable questions being asked." Addy said. She wondered how much of her past she should dump on Stabler or if he'd even see her as reasonable if she explained the whole being responsible for the end of Camelot thing.

[madderbythesecond]

Sah's Test

@musesforthedamned

[madderbythesecond]

"Pancakes sound amazing if you are buying, but no coffee. It makes my brain slow." Addy slowly and rather sluggishly got up and found her jeans in a pile with her socks and the band t-shirt she'd worn last night. She slid back into her clothes and ran her fingers through her sleep tangled hair. She made a mental note to start keeping a hair brush in her backpack.

"I'd say we should both skip work, but I know you are not the type for playing hooky and Judson has this stupid trick where he can appear in mirrors so I can never skip work." She said. The walk to the cafe for pancakes was a short one. The smell of coffee and breakfast food was wonderful and the pair of young adults found themselves comfortable in a booth fast.

"Do you think anyone at my job will notice I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday?" She asked. She didn't really care if they did notice, she just didn't want to be fielding questions from the other members of the Library about her activities last night.

[landofgodsxmonsters]

Julian shrugged out of his jacket and slid into the booth across from her, the warmth of the cafe and smell of syrup felt comforting. “Only if they’re paying way too much attention, and if they are that sounds like their problem.”

He leaned across the table, grin on his face as he told her. “Plus if anyone gives you trouble, I’ll just remind them that your personal life isn't their business. I can be very convincing when I need to be.” He paused, then smirked. “If they don't listen to that I can always make them talk in rhyme for the rest of the day, at least then ignoring them would be entertaining.”

[madderbythesecond]

"True, my personal life isn't their business, but when you work in close proximity with people stuff gets weird and boundaries can get blurry." Addy said, she scanned the menu and decided on a huge plate of waffles with breakfast potatoes.

"Besides, you should use your rhyme speak ability on your co-workers because that would be extremely funny. I wonder if it effects their ability to write normally- test that for me and let me know. Leave the other Librarians to me. Now, what are you getting for breakfast?" She asked, setting down her menu on the table. Her stomach rumbled slightly and she looked around the diner as she decided to watch people for a bit.

[madderbythesecond]

“Friends don’t make my heart do backflips when they smile.” - Julian @ Addy

"You are sweet. We could be more than friends you know." Addy said as she tired to hide her blushing. This wasn't the first time Julian had flirted with her and she hoped it wouldn't be the last either.

[alexsrpshit]

What you are saying by not reading and/or ignoring an RPers rules.

I don’t care about your triggers

I am selfish.

your preferences and needs don’t matter to me

I don’t care that you don’t ship certain things, won’t play certain things, etc.

 I am lazy.

I am not a good RP partner or friend

I do not respect you or your character.

There is never an excuse to not read someones rules. I have memory and vision issues and I make a point to re-read or communicate to my potential partners that I may not have caught everything. If you’re on mobile you can ask them to give you a link and open it in your browser.

Read. The. Rules.

[madderbythesecond]

Starter for landofgodsxmonsters' Julian Locke

"Julain- don't make me get up. I don't want to translate ancient Chinese jade tiles today or wear pants." Adamaris said, as she threw a pillow at Julian. She missed and it hit a bookshelf. She'd spent the night at Julian's place in New York City after a date with the other half-blood.

@landofgodsxmonsters

[landofgodsxmonsters]

Julian grinned, dodging the pillow with ease before teasing. "Whoa, watch it! That’s a dangerous way to start the morning." He leaned over the edge of the bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. "How about breakfast to get you motivated? I know a place nearby that has great pancakes and coffee strong enough to wake a dragon. We can go grab some first, and maybe I can help you with the tiles for a bit since I don't have to leave the city till morning. I don't know much ancient Chinese but I'm pretty damn quick with translation books.”

[madderbythesecond]

"Pancakes sound amazing if you are buying, but no coffee. It makes my brain slow." Addy slowly and rather sluggishly got up and found her jeans in a pile with her socks and the band t-shirt she'd worn last night. She slid back into her clothes and ran her fingers through her sleep tangled hair. She made a mental note to start keeping a hair brush in her backpack.

"I'd say we should both skip work, but I know you are not the type for playing hooky and Judson has this stupid trick where he can appear in mirrors so I can never skip work." She said. The walk to the cafe for pancakes was a short one. The smell of coffee and breakfast food was wonderful and the pair of young adults found themselves comfortable in a booth fast.

"Do you think anyone at my job will notice I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday?" She asked. She didn't really care if they did notice, she just didn't want to be fielding questions from the other members of the Library about her activities last night.