[rpmemes-galore]

Send me 🚪  ( or ‘door’ )   and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep ( a mix of angst, silliness, and fluff ) …

crying

starving

possessed

sopping wet

blackout drunk

holding a baby

after a car crash

looking for a fight

covered in bruises

after being mugged

covered with confetti

severely dehydrated 

angry beyond reason

with a broken arm/leg

covered in blood (theirs)

after having a nightmare

after being missing for days

after the death of a loved one

covered in baking ingredients

about to faint from exhaustion

with a real crown on their head

on their knee, with ring in hand

covered in tiny scrapes and cuts

covered in blood ( someone else’s )

holding a baby animal ( sender’s choice )

[wehaveaprxblem]

Houston felt the movement before he jerked his attention back; feeling his mask crash into his face hard and yelling.

“You little bastar-”

His growl was cut off by the hard swipe under his left leg, causing him to let go of his arm and slam into the floor of the van; his immediate reaction to grab at the man and punch with the other hand, not really caring what he grabbed nor punched.  

[monarchxeffect]

He couldn’t help it. He had to fight. 

Malcolm stood, stumbling back as quickly as he could- getting grabbed by the hem of his jacket with a very pissed off grip; only registering it for a moment before getting gut punched. 

This man was definitely a brawler.

He dropped to his knees as he tried gasping for air before involuntarily losing his lunch being stunned for a moment.

[monarchxeffect]

@femmexfatalexattraction continued from here

He shook his head. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Studying the woman’s face, she obviously knew him.But he didn’t recognize her.

Who was she?

“I’m not-” He didn’t know how to say it without hurting her, but he couldn’t recognize her at all. “-No.. I’m sorry.”

[fyeahrpmemes-blog]

Reblog if your muse is a lil shit

[bigbedhead]

[sinnnieren]

Please reblog this if it is okay to send you memes a few hours after you reblogged them. So timezones/work do not lock out some people of meme fun

[janejoan]

A quick screen redraw. Ive been watching an unhealthy amount of Venture Bros. 

[femmexfatalexattraction]

Y’all try to tell me this isn’t Monarch.

[reptarfuck-deactivated20111030-]

[dictionaryofobscuresorrows]

fitzcarraldo

n. an image that somehow becomes lodged deep in your brain—maybe washed there by a dream, or smuggled inside a book, or planted during a casual conversation—which then grows into a wild and impractical vision that keeps scrambling back and forth in your head like a dog stuck in a car that’s about to arrive home, just itching for a chance to leap headlong into reality.

[fannishcodex]

wtf this seems wildly appropriate

@danvssomethingorother

@don-fitzcarraldo

@monarchxeffect

@femmexfatalexattraction

[dynamesvirtue]

Thanks Doc and [as] for letting us see episode early ✌️💜✌️

[monarchxeffect]

So! Mighty Monarch! FMK! Rusty, White, or Gary?

Malcolm grimaced at that question. “Seriously?.. Do I have to really choose-” 

He shook his head, throwing his hand up. “-y’know what? Fine.. Fine. Fuck Pete.. Marry.. Well, marry Gary I guess, and ki-” After wringing his hands for a moment, he finally continued.

 “Venture for the other one.”  

After he found out about Rusty, he couldn’t bring himself to outright kill the man. Even think about it, really.

[wehaveaprxblem]

Houston glanced around the man to see, nodding to his brother as he cocked his head to the side, shaking it as he answered. “That’s right.”

As he moved the man to the van, he got in first, still holding his arm and pulling him in. 

“Alright, get up here and sit down.” He’d already holstered his gun, moving to grab a set of handcuffs.

[monarchxeffect]

He stepped up and in as instructed-and pulled- and sat down. looking around in the van. Yeah. This seemed safe. 

Malcolm waited as the man reached back to grab the handcuffs. 

Now or never, right? 

He reached up, slamming the mask to the man’s face; ignoring the pain in his hand. What was that thing made out of?! 

He then moved to kick the man’s leg, intending to slide it out from under him.

[femmexfatalexattraction]

7. Hand-cuffed to an object of their choice

This was not suppose to happen. 

She thought something was up when a lower level was obsessed with Rusty, but she didn’t think they’d actually arch him. 

Well wasn’t there egg on her face now?

She crept around the warehouse, having taken her high heels off to keep from making noise. 

Why was she doing hero work? Where the hell was Brock or Hatred? Who knew. Once the man’s goons had went off out of the room; Sheila ran over, hiding behind the half wall next to the pillar with pipes he was handcuffed to, taking a quick glance around before whispering. 

“Rusty..Rusty? You alright?” 

[monarchxeffect]

Malcolm made a soft huff. He’d stepped up to the doorway in enough time to hear Rusty insult his name, but it was expected, if he was honest.

Who’s the nerdy one here though?

As he came in and set everything down, he sat the clothing down beside Rusty; merely smirking at the bubble wrap his backbone decided to imitate. 

“I think those will fit you well enough.”  Cutting a wider smirk to Sheila, he decided to brat her by bragging on her. 

“She’s a freakin’ amazing doctor, isn’t she?”

[monarchxeffect]

Sure. Work with the ‘Murica clown. That will end well. 

Jesus though, this man had intimidation down pat. He wasn’t even facing him but he made his presence known. 

This guy must be a leader himself.

Malcolm really didn’t have a choice at the moment though. This didn’t seem like guild rules, or anything of the sort for that matter.

If he saw right, they pulled out some high powered guns for being low level henchmen. He nodded. “Alright.. for now.”

He glances back as well as he can, trying to make sense of the situation.

“So.. I know Wale’s men. Who is the henchmen for the other side here? The ones in the army fatigues? I don’t recognize them but they ought to be pretty high up if henchmen are using those sort of guns...”

[incorrect-venture-bros-quotes]

Rusty: Ew a bug.

Monarch: Ew a depressed piece of shit.

[rusty-goddamn-venture-blog]

@monarchxeffect

[monarchxeffect]

@masterminding-my-manners continued from here.

He shot back a glare at the hit as he yelped; apparently his neck and head were hurting and didn't appreciate being jostled.

Malcolm really did have a reason to stop it this time; some of the men were Wide Wale’s and he was trying to stop some funds from coming in for him. 

He didn’t expect the person making the deal to be some sort of american flag wearing weirdo though. 

Right. He was the weirdo.

“Are you really saying I did the bad thing here? Really dude?”