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Elizabeth Olsen x Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch || Part One - Part Two

Like or reblog for a starter/meme from either AUGUST WALKER or CAPTAIN LARRY JAMES from CW’s WALKER

#walker rp #rp starter #crime rp #open walker rp

MEME CALL.

Like/reblog and I will go through your meme tag and send you something! Please specify a muse or a random one will be picked. muses

#rp starter #spn rp #tvd rp #horror rp #scream rp #mcu rp #ncis rp #dbd rp

promptfairy

❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants & what they represent in flower language . happy roleplaying !! ♡

abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?

acanthus : is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ? why or why not ?

aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ?

anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?

angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?

apple blossom : how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?

bachelor’s button : does your muse actively seek romantic companionship , or cherish the liberties of being single ?

basil : does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?

begonia : how cautious is your muse ? are they prone to noticing red flags , or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ? why or why not ?

belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?

bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?

carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?

chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity , or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?

chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ?

daffodil : is your muse one to be loyal in relationships , or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy : did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?

edelweiss : what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ? are they known to be courageous from then on ?

fern : does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces , or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?

forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?

gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?

gladiolus : describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod : does your muse believe in luck or fortune ? why or why not ? where do they believe these things come from ?

heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?

holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?

hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?

hyacinth : is your muse athletic ? does it come naturally to them , or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?

hydrangea : how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ? are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?

ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?

lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?

lily : how does your muse view their mother ?

lotus : has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?

magnolia : describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world .

marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ?

mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ? what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium : describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace , or homeland .

oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?

pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?

parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .

peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron : is your muse receptive to warnings & advice given by others ?

rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?

sage : what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for & what might they actually be remembered for ?

salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?

snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?

southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?

sunflower : what brings your muse the most joy in life ?

tulip : how does your muse view people in general ?

violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow : how does your muse handle sadness & depression ?

zinnia : how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ? has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

#{memes}

aquamanandfriends:

Empty Pantry

| muse: Pietro Maximoff | open to: anyone | canon or oc | sexuality: pansexual | suggested connections: friend, will they won’t they, maybe someone who is irritated by him, an avenger, x-men, ex, friend with benefits, roommate

Pietro stayed quiet as the other rummaged through the kitchen cabinets, they were looking for something and he was pretty sure he’d eaten it. He didn’t realize it was theirs, he’d thought it was for anyone in the Avengers tower. When they turned to look at him he froze. “What?” His stomach dropped.

Having access to so much food consistently was still a novelty to Wanda. Pietro had adapted to life in the Avengers tower with ease but it was taking the young woman longer to adjust. Still, she found herself becoming particularly fond of a certain sugary cereal Stark’s newest inter, Peter, had introduced her to. Rummaging around in the cabinets where she had left the box, she found it was no longer in the cabinet.

“Pietro,” she said, slowly, turning to face her twin - the only other person in both the kitchen and Tower. “Did you just eat a whole box of cereal by yourself? A certain... sugary cereal, perhaps?”

#aquamanandfriends #{wanda verse: default}#empty pantry #//wanda gets territorial over food. now including from pietro apparently

aquamanandfriends:

A Near Miss

| muse: Alarik Thorn | open to: anyone | sexuality: bisexual | suggested connections: stranger, acquaintances who have only met in passing before, they can be his age, older than him, or younger, or, you can reply with the person who shot him, a friend, or hell even security

He’d ditched secret service so many times before that he didn’t expect this. He was the son of the Vice President not even the son of the president, he didn’t think he was all that big of a target. The shot rang out and everyone scattered. Everything felt like it moved in slow-motion. Someone pulled him into a room but he couldn’t see who, his vision was in and out. Alarik groaned and tried to move, “Shit,” He choked and coughed. For once in his life, he hoped secret service found him. The pain throbbed through his whole body emanated from the bullet wound. Alarik whimpered in pain, sweat formed on his brow. “He–Help…” He croaked out, his throat dry from all the alcohol he’d consumed that night.

The annual Navy charity ball wasn’t something Kelly ever thought she would attend. But Ducky had a plus-one invite and the young woman had volunteered to go. Usually she went to events like this as her dad’s plus-one (if the infamous Leroy Jethro Gibbs was even invited in the first place) but never one so... formal... as this.

Or, at least it was supposed to be formal. She imagines gunshots ringing out wasn’t a usual occurrence at the event. Years of being taught by her dad kicked in, and she started yanking people into the nearest room with her. Dad is going to kill me. And Ducky for bringing me along, she thought.

A choked cough brought Kelly out of her thoughts. The person she had yanked into the room before barricading the door was bleeding. Quite profusely too. Double fuck her life. But her EMT training thankfully kicked in almost as soon as she realized the man was bleeding and she tugged her shirt over her head, balling it up to press against the wound.

It didn’t look like the bullet had hit anything vital but considering it was still somewhere in his left shoulder, she wasn’t going to risk the bullet shifting and causing more damage.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” She asked in a calm, even tone. Despite the worry she could feel churning her stomach. Where was Ducky? Was he okay? What about the other attendees?

#aquamanandfriends #{kelly verse: main}#a near miss #//sorry i'm just trying to get more interactions my multi sideblog #//not that i think many people want to interact with iconless aestheticless sideblogs on here

@exiliumcaeli continued from [x]

It was late - very late. Sam was used to late nights. Most hunts lasted from dusk all the way to dawn, and there was of course finals week as a pre-law student at Stanford University. But this was... different. After all of those long, late nights, Sam knew he would be able to fall asleep, content that everything was real. That... was not the case, anymore. Lucifer’s words rang in his head: ‘You’re still here. In the Cage. With me.’ So Sam had started sleeping less and less to stave off the hell memories.

By luck he had made enough coffee to give Cas a cup when the angel suddenly showed up in the house - even though he knew the seraph most likely wouldn’t end up drinking it. Hospitality and the thought and all that. Also his attempt to show his friend that he didn’t hold a grudge for the angel breaking his wall.

Listening to Cas describe his soul, the youngest Winchester found himself holding back many interjections. Of course his soul was mutilated and cracked and ravaged; look at all he’d done! Demon blood, unleashing Lucifer... everything that happened in the Cage...

His grip on the coffee cup tightened, the almost burning warmth grounding him to the small table in Bobby’s living room.

But it was the latter half of Cas’ statement that truly got his attention. His thirst for knowledge immediately wanted to ask more about souls and Heaven in general but that was overshadowed by his disbelief at his friend’s words that his soul would heal, that it wasn’t in fact the most hideous thing the angel had ever seen in his millennia of existence.

One corner of his lip quirked upwards. “You know you don’t have to spare my feelings just because I’m dealing with my Cage induced trauma, right? What do you really see when you look at my soul?”

#exiliumcaeli #{sam verse: default}#{sam & cas: interactions}#souls #//i can't create thread names sorry #//also sorry about the lack of icons

roleplaymemeworld

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

TAYLOR SWIFT LYRIC STARTERS

🇪🇻🇪🇷🇲🇴🇷🇪 ﹠ 🇼🇮🇱🇱🇴🇼 ﹠ 🇨🇭🇦🇲🇵🇦🇬🇳🇪 🇵🇷🇴🇧🇱🇪🇲🇸 ﹠ 🇬🇴🇱🇩 🇷🇺🇸🇭 ﹠ ·🇹🇮🇸 🇹🇭🇪 🇩🇦🇲🇳 🇸🇪🇦🇸🇴🇳

I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore Can’t remember what I used to fight for Can’t not think of all the cost and the things that will be lost Oh, can we just get a pause? Is there a line that I could just go cross? I dreamed of you It was real enough You booked the night train for a reason Your heart was glass, I dropped it Love slipped beyond your reaches I never was ready so I watch you go Sometimes you just don’t know the answer You won’t remember all my champagne problems I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you I don’t like that falling feels like flying ‘til the bone crush What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? I can’t dare to dream about you anymore Eyes like sinking ships on water, so inviting I almost jump in While I was gone I would have asked you There’s an ache in you, put there by the ache in me So we could call it even You could call me ‘babe’ for the weekend ‘Tis the damn season And the road not taken looks real good now The holidays linger like bad perfume You can run, but only so far I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave But if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me Now I’m missing your smile Hear me out And it always leads to you in my hometown I won’t ask you to wait, if you don’t ask me to stay And the heart I know I’m breaking is my own We could call it even, even though I’m leaving And I’ll be yours for the weekend

#{memes}

tearsinyourhand:

『 lennon maddox : open 』

Lennon was unemployed again. What else was new? The only difference was she saw this as a blessing and not a disaster as most people in her shoes would. She was free and that was just what she preferred. Work wasn’t really her thing and it cramped her style. She didn’t care about money or material objects. All she had in this world was in the backpack currently rested at her feet and that was all she needed. She could probably do with even less and not mind one bit.

She was halfway in the dumpster with just her long legs dangling over the side when she heard the sound of footsteps and lowered herself down. She would have been amused by the look on the other persons face - if she weren’t so annoyed at having to stop what she was doing and deal with them.

“What’s your problem? You act like you’ve never seen a girl eating out of the trash.” The woman was very unhappy to be disrupted while she was in the middle of hunting for her dinner in the alley behind the fancy restaurant. If she remembered correctly she’d been fired from there in the past - they owed her anyway. Where hadn’t she been fired from in this fine city? “I’m sure you’ll see a lot more disturbing things in your time on this earth. Now scram before I end your time here.”

Cities were far from the Winchester’s usual MO - smaller towns were largely preferred. Safer, for a variety of reasons. But when they got a call from an old hunting friend of their dad’s down in New Orleans, about a coven of witches kidnapping people (often those that were homeless or sex workers; people that police and others were less likely to look closely at) him and Dean had loaded up the Impala and made the 15 hour drive from the Bunker to Louisiana.

Dean was busy chatting up different people at the various bars and clubs in the area to find out more information (and knowing his brother, pick up a girl or two for the night) and Sam was in the process of heading back to their motel to continue research when he heard rustling off to his left, down an alleyway.

A lifetime of hunting instincts kicked in, and one hand gripped the handle of his gun, slowly pulling it out of the holster on his back, making sure to keep the weapon low and out of sight as much as possible. He crept towards the source of the sound, prepared to fire if necessary... and found it was simply a girl digging through the trash of the nearby restaurant.

As she snapped at him, Sam was only able to stare, memories he thought long buried resurfacing. Sometimes, when a hunt ran longer than expected, the money John had left him and Dean had ran out, and if it wasn’t during the school year, the siblings had sometimes been forced to dig through dumpsters for food until their dad came back. Or more accurately: Dean dug through and Sam pretended he didn’t know that most of their food was from the trash or stolen if his brother could get away with it.

Part of him wanted to scoff at the girl’s assumption she could take him on - she was welcome to try, but considering he had gone toe to toe with the Devil himself, she doubted there was much she could do.

Instead, he tucked his gun back into his jeans and raised his hands in the universal sign of surrender. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. Uh, can, can I possibly buy you a burger or something, at least? To make up for disturbing your dinner?”

#tearsinyourhand #{sam verse: default}#//this is my new sideblog where i moved from manyxmuses #//if you want me to delete this let me know!#{tearsinyourhand: lennon maddox}#dumpster diving #//idk how to tag thread names even all these years later

promptfairy

❥ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 !

send a number 1-100 to get a starter based on or inspired by the corresponding song from my TOP SONGS OF 2020 playlist !!

#{memes}

roleplaymemeworld

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 & 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 & 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 🇦 🇫🇦🇲🇮🇱🇾 🇷🇴🇱🇪🇵🇱🇦🇾 🇲🇪🇲🇪

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍

“Mom/Dad, I have a surprise for you!” “I don’t know how that happened…” “Can you pick me up after school?” “That wasn’t me!” “Can we watch a movie together?” “Mom/Dad, I’m too old for this.” “You’re super embarrassing, I hope you know that.” “Mom/Dad, please don’t kiss me in front of my friends…” “Can I sleep over at my friend’s house?” “I don’t want to go to bed!” “Mom/Dad, is it morning yet? Can we get up?” “You’re a princess now, too, so you have to put the crown on mom/dad.” “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” “There is a monster under my bed!” “I don’t want to go to school today…” “Mom/Dad, I need a band aid!” “I don’t know how the lipstick got on the walls…” “You’re SO not cool!” “I love you, mom/dad.”

𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

“Get out of my room!” “It wasn’t me, it was him/her!” “Do you wanna play with me?” “You’re stupid, but you’re still my best friend.” “Can you help me with my homework?” “MOM/DAD, the baby is chewing on a shoe!” “Stop crying, or mom/dad will hear us!” “Let’s go on an adventure together!” “Are you sure we’re related? It definitely doesn’t seem so…” “Please don’t talk to me at school when I’m with my friends.” “No, you can’t go outside with me. You’re too young.” “Wanna build a blanket fort and watch a movie?” “We could do something nice for mom and dad.” “If you stick that pea up your nose, I’ll give you a dollar.” “Do you want to sleep in my bed? You look scared.” “I’m older, so I get to choose.” “If you break something, I’m gonna tell mom/dad.” “Mom/dad, he/she is being mean again!” “Next time they’re mean to you, you tell me and I’ll beat them up.” “Oh God, don’t tell anyone what you saw!” “Have you stolen that from my room?!”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

“It’s dangerously quiet, don’t you think?” “WHO COLORED ON THE WALLS?!” “Would you like to help me cook dinner?” “Honey, it’s your time to get up, the kid is crying.” “Have you turned on the baby monitor before you left the room?” “I love them when they’re asleep.” “School called and the principal wants to see us.” “Is 1 too young for fries…?” “I feel like a second wouldn’t be that much more work…” “I love it when they play with each other and we get to just sit and relax.” “We should take the kid/s camping over the weekend.” “Can you take the kid/s to school on your way to work?” “When they have a surprise for you and you instinctively know that actually means ‘I burned down half the house for you to clean up’.” “The kid just threw up all over the bed and me. It’s gonna be a great night.” “Can you take them out to play in the garden, so I can take a shower?” “If I hear mom/dad one more time, I think I’m gonna scream.” “9:30am is the perfect time for wine during a weekend stuck at home with kids.” “You go get some rest, I’ll take it from here.” “I think we did a good job with them. They’re not complete idiots.”

#{memes}

aquamanandfriends:

Staying Back

| muse: Dean Winchester | open to: anyone | sexuality: heterosexual | suggested connections: anyone close to him, girlfriend, family friend, someone he wants to save

“Yeah,” He scoffed smiling a touch, though the bitterness in his throat. “But you’ll be in far less trouble if you’re not around me.” Dean clarified. “You have to stay back. I’ll handle this. Okay? You’re not going out there again. That was too close and it was my fault.” They’d already made that very clear, and it was overtly true, there was no denying that. “Do you trust me? Do you still trust me?” They shouldn’t, not after the shit that just happened.

A sharp exhale through his nose was Sam’s only outward reaction at Dean’s words. Every time something like this happened - even the smallest of injuries - his brother would spiral, convinced once again he was ‘poison’. It was ironic; usually the spiral into self-loathing was something Sam did out of the two brothers.

“Dean, you know I do,” he replied. “I always have. But you said it yourself: we’re better together. So, I’m coming along whether you agree or not. If you don’t, I’ll just hotwire one of these cars in the parking lot; you know I will.” Sure, the youngest Winchester’s shoulder was still smarting from where Dean had to pop it into place, and bandages wound around its entire length from one good swipe of the creature’s claws, but it was still functional. He could still help, still protect one of the only beings in the entire Chuck-forsaken universe to truly care about him, no matter how many times he fucked things up.

#aquamanandfriends #{sam verse: default}#staying back #{aquamanandfriends: dean winchester}#//sam's like: 'nice try but we've gone over this about 5000 times already. you can't get rid of me that easy'