QuestionArthur

Occupation: The Point Man, Dream Sharing. Current Status: Alive. Dreams are vain, but they're also my speciality. ((Independent Arthur RP blog based on Nolan's Inception film. MULTI-Verse and MULTI-Ship. Both mun and muse are +18. May be NSFW at times.)) Current M!A - None

[tsaifilms]

[filmparadise]

[midnightcafemovies]

Looper

[better-living-thru-chemistry-de]

Inception (2010) The dream team, first and last expressions

[questionarthur]

I'VE MOVED!!!

Hello all! So, I have officially moved my QuestionArthur blog! You can no interact with me at this blog here!

http://dreamsarevain.tumblr.com/

Now I can follow everyone back and actually send asks! Yay!

[riverphoenixisbetterthanyouandme]

[questionarthur]

Serious Question Time, Y'all!

Okay, so as most of you know my QuestionArthur blog is a secondary blog from my main blog. It causes a lot of problems and limits me. I can’t follow anyone back from QuestionArthur, I can’t send Asks as QuestionArthur, and it’s just really frustrating. So, I’ve started thinking that maybe I should create a new blog that’s independent of my main blog and make that blog my new QuestionArthur blog. I wouldn’t delete this blog, though. It has too many memories and I like to go back and look at past posts. So I would have a new blog name, but it would still be the same version of Arthur. That means, to my RP partners, that I would have a new tag and such. What do you guys think? If I get a new blog would it inconvenience y’all too much? Because if so then I can deal with my blog as it is, even though I would love to not be as limited. 

Yes? No? Comments? Suggestions? Anything is helpful!

[ivebeenalabrat-deactivated20151]

"It’s easy. You tell me, what you are doing here and if I like your answer, I won’t kill you."

[questionarthur]

"Nothing's ever that easy, sir. And who's to say that you won't kill me after I give you my answer? Seems it's more in my favor to just continue on my way."

[autoschade]

[princess-joseph]

“Eames, take your hand off my thigh. Right now.”

[todeserveyou]

Joseph Gordon-Levitt My gif 11/20

[theaoidos-deactivated20200925]

hahaha I have no idea when this moment happened, but in my mind this is Arthur’s “Diiiid he just get the fucking carpet wrong?” face.

[todeserveyou]

Joseph Gordon-Levitt My gif 02/20

[inboxideas]

Send me "I had to get close to you somehow," and my character will react to finding out the relationship our characters have built was all a complete lie for ulterior motives.

[agent-timross]

I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp’ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with...

[questionarthur]

~

Got through ALL of my drafts. Hells yeah. 

[questionarthur]

They Were Just Dreams, Darling // forgerextraordinare and questionarthur

[forgerextraordinaire]

Was there something wrong with the idea of going home? Eames had noticed the hesitation, like Arthur was debating whether or not he should go with him. All the time they’d met, he had spoken of home, of getting out of the hospital. Now he was being given that chance and it was as if he’d made the wrong choice. Maybe something had happened overnight, something the other man didn’t want to talk about. He had no idea how mental hospitals worked but he would have thought that everyone would have been taken care of properly. Arthur hadn’t looked any differently. If anything he looked – happier. So why the hesitation in coming with him? So many things were running through his head and none of them were good. But he refused to think on them. His Arthur was finally coming home. And even though it was only for a long weekend, it was better than nothing at all.

"A’right, love," he asked once Arthur had joined him in the car. If there were any problems he didn’t want to know about them. Not yet. He just wanted to indulge in the fact he had the man he loved right there beside him. "Oi, now! While I don’t have your knack for planning and organisation, I do have enough to throw something together that will be special. Might have had some of your favourite wine sent over from Europe, and some chocolates as well. Will cook some of your favourite meals, too. Put some weight back on t’you." Eames just wanted to show Arthur that he was loved, that he was missed, and that the sooner he was better to sooner their life could continue. ‘Their’ life – something he hadn’t thought about in a long time. And something he planned on rectifying this weekend as well. Maybe Arthur just needed a reminder that he would be there no matter what.

Turning the ignition over, he put the car into drive and pulled out of the hospital lot. Eames was determined to put all of his behind them. Temporarily at least. This weekend was going to be for them and only for them. He wasn’t going to let their past troubles affect everything he had planned. No, this weekend was going to go swimmingly. Even if he had to remind Arthur that he was doing all of this for him – the hospital, the medications, the long weekend. It was all for him, to remind him of life and what they shared together. “You know it’s good to hear you call it home,” he said as they made their way to the motorway that would take him back to the city and their flat. Ever since all of this had started, he never thought he’d hear Arthur ever call it home. He’d thought Arthur would forever hate him. Now he thought otherwise. “You – you used to hate me so much. Used t’tell me how that wasn’t our home, that we weren’t even together in reality, and that I needed to wake up.” And now it had all changed. All of it and he had his Arthur back. Soon, he would as the other man to be forever his and then life would truly be complete.

"But I knew you’d see through it all eventually," he added, his eyes constantly flickering between Arthur and the road. Eames couldn’t even put into words how ecstatic he was and how he couldn’t wait to have the other all to himself. It was definitely going to be a night to remember. "I knew you’d see it was bollocks and that while Cobb did try to kill us, it was nothing more than fantasy, a lie you made up to deal with something you never told me about. Just wish you would have told me about it." Even now he wanted to know what had caused him to create such an elaborate lie. It was his curiosity getting the better of him. But then he remembered what the doctors had told him – don’t try to push too much for answers. It could end up making his situation worse. And that was the last thing he wanted.

At least they were heading towards the city. That was a huge improvement. The rest would come in time. Eames just had to believe that Arthur would realise in time that this was reality, this was their life, and not the one he’d made up for them.

[questionarthur]

Every word Eames spoke felt like an electric shock. Something that burned Arthur's skin, his very mind. It just validated how hard this would be, how nearly impossible. It also raised so many questions. The forger's mind was working against them in every way possible. In this dream Arthur had already tried to convince Eames of the false reality that was their world. Eames was probably expecting it in some way and now knew how to counter it. Arthur couldn't be direct with his reveal, he would have to find a way to bring Eames to realization without simply saying so. Something to trigger his mind, to find proof that this was limbo and that they were merely stuck within it. If Arthur was being honest, he was terrified. The situation reminded him so much of Cobb and Mal. Was this what had happened in Mal's mind? Having false memories and ideas being placed in one's head, twisting your reality. If Arthur wasn't careful, he would be consumed by those memories and start to accept them as his reality. Just as Eames had done. Then they would never be able to leave and their minds would slowly dissolve into nothing.

At the mention of Cobb, Arthur glanced over at Eames. Dark eyes widened, though the Point man tried to keep his reaction to a minimum. After all, he should technically already know about his occurrence. Eames mind had had Cobb try to kill them? Was this some sort of internal idea of Cobb that Arthur had never known Eames thought about the extractor? Yes, the Point man knew that Eames didn't prefer some of Cobb's methods, especially after the Fischer case, but it wasn't that bad? They were friends, at least Arthur had thought so. If they ever escaped limbo, he would check into this new development.

"...Some things are better left unsaid," Arthur murmured, before turning his attention towards the window. The city, the motorway, everything was incredibly detailed. If Arthur didn't know all of the facts, he might have thought they were in reality. But they weren't, and he was having to continuously remind himself of that. The buildings they passed by were beautiful, some old and new but always structured. People walked along the streets, the sun beating down on them pleasantly. The weather was perfect. The city was perfect. Their relationship had, apparently, been perfect. Until Arthur had decided to rip it all out from under them and try to make Eames seem the truth. That had landed him a mental hospital. Arthur wondered if he had gone willingly, or been influenced by Eames. Perhaps a mixture of both. Either way, Arthur had already decided he would not be going back. If he couldn't convince Eames that this was limbo by the end of the weekend, he still would not return. 

When the car started to slow down and turned into a car garage of sorts, Arthur knew they had arrived at their home. Home. That word was still so foreign to him, yet held a false familiarity. From the outside, the flats were gorgeous. They each had balconies, some with plants and chairs on them. Arthur wasn't sure which one was their's, but he would know soon enough.

Soon enough.

[forgerextraordinaire]

A Phoenix in Disguise || [closed - hiatus plot]

[forgerextraordinaire]

Arthur had been looking for information on him? Since they’d first started working together? Eames had known the point man always ran thorough background checks on those he worked with, and knew he’d be no exception. But he hadn’t ever thought it would go beyond that. Maybe that was a good thing. There were so many layers to his file that no one would really find out the whole truth. Though if anyone other than Benji could do it, it would be Arthur. And maybe had that happened neither of them would have been in this situation. It was too late, though, to do anything to change that. Things had happened, they’d grown close and now they’d taken far too many steps backwards. Could it be changed? He didn’t know. A part of him hoped that it could.

"Cheers I guess," he said with a slight shrug to his shoulders. What could he say to that? How did one handle knowing he’d managed to fly under Arthur’s radar? Eames knew he should have been pleased, smug even. But there was nothing. No feelings, no nothing. Arthur was the one person other than his brother that he trusted. And that was most likely destroyed. All because of a debt that he had no choice in paying. "You may not have been the best when we first met but you were still better than most of ‘em out there, Arthur. Caught my attention, you git. Though that might have been your knack for finely tailored suits and the likes." A weakness he still had to this day, one he would always blame the point man for and one he’d missed during his time away.

Taking another swallow from the glass, he finally found it within himself to look at Arthur, to see the damage he’d inflicted. To anyone else he would have looked just like he always had. But then Eames knew the point man, knew just what to look for and he’d changed. It was like he’d reverted back to those early days. It meant he would have to work at getting Arthur back. His Arthur, not the one who’d closed himself off from the world. But how? He knew his charms would most likely work but he wanted more than just the man he trusted. He wanted the man he’d grown to love, the one he’d decided to be with even though they both knew the risks. Something told him, though, that it might have been too late for that, that he’d thrown it away the day he accepted that offer to ‘die’.

"No," he said, shaking his head. That was the one thing he made certain – he was done. If they wanted help they’d have to go to someone else. "Told ‘em I’m done, that our debt was paid and to not come looking for me again. Stuck in New York for a few weeks but once that’s done and the docs give me an all clear I’m leaving the country for a good bit." Eames wanted to return to Mombasa, a place he could at least disappear for a few months. He needed the familiarity if he were honest. After running across the bloody globe he just wanted a place where he could do nothing other than gamble. He was certain Arthur would understand that – the need to just get away and return to the familiar. If a job came up the point man knew where to find him. Arthur had always known just where to look.

Sighing, he finished off what he’d been given and moved just a bit closer to the other. How many times had the point man crossed his thoughts, had shown up those few times he’d been able to go into a dream? Eames hadn’t turned him into a shade, but he had seen a projection of him a time or two. Something he was determined to keep from Arthur at all costs. “I missed you, darling,” he quietly confessed, his hand itching to reach out and touch the other. He couldn’t. He couldn’t just reach out and touch him. It was a right he’d lost a long time ago. But maybe he could regain it and others.

[questionarthur]

Eames was leaving. Again. Leaving him. Instantly the Point man knew it was foolish and perhaps even selfish to take it so personally. After all, the forger had been through a hellish ordeal. Most of which Arthur didn't even know the details about or all that had gone on. He supposed Eames might tell him everything one day, but there was always the chance that he wouldn't. Whether that was because the man couldn't or simply didn't want to relive the experience, Arthur wasn't sure. He would accept it either way, though. He'd accepted Eames's death, he could add another uncertainty and scarring truth to the list. Vaguely Arthur went through all the forger's favorite places that he knew of. He'd go somewhere warm, filled with people that held life and love within them. Somewhere he could be free and blend, but still feel the rush of excitement that was so much like a drug. 

All this was rushing through his mind when he heard those beautifully cruel words. 'I missed you, darling.' God how he had longed to be told those words. He had heard them in his dreams, what little he had left. Always black and white, with a whispered voice that was so hauntingly familiar that Arthur had actually pondered the idea of Eames's spirit being near him. Taunting him with the distance of death between them,but always being so sweet and charming with those damned words.

Arthur stiffened, dark eyes slowly glancing over at the forger. They studied the other man, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts passing by like the speed of light. Too fast to truly examine and understand, to guess at what the Point man was feeling. Not that Arthur knew either, of course. His mind and heart were too convoluted. He had never expected to feel like this. This amount of betrayal and hurt and that terrible thing he dared not name.

"I love you."

The instant the words left his lips, Arthur felt a part of himself being ripped out from his chest. That was never suppose to leave his mind, never suppose to enter the physical word. Especially not with Eames near to hear them be spoken. Of all times to be sentimental, it had to be now. Now, where they weren't sure where they even stood with one another and if they ever would. With the pain of the forger's death still weighing on his heart and mind, his very soul. Even though Eames was physically there it did not erase all the damage that had occurred, some more permanent than Arthur wanted to admit. The Point man gently turned away from the other man, away from those eyes that bore into him so easily. He placed his drink on the bar, gazing down at the glass, trying to convince himself that he hadn't let those three words slip. It was impossible, wasn't it? He'd barely admitted them to himself, how could he ever allow them to make it passed his own thoughts? 

[questionarthur]

[captainspangly]

Steve is confused by the sudden soothing motions that were polar opposite the quick and hasty ones that the point had been making moments ago. He wraps one hand around Arthur’s waist, cradling him to Steve’s chest as the point guided kisses along his neck and collar bone. He wonders if he made a noise that perhaps Arthur mistook for a sound of pain when it was one of pleasure. He doesn’t mind though, slower or faster, any touch that Arthur gave him was welcomed and appreciated because Steve truly felt like he couldn’t possibly deserve the man before him even if Arthur insists that he’s the unworthy one. 

Steve reaches behind Arthur, squeezing his ass lightly to let him know that he’d definitely done no wrong. Tilting his head to nip lightly where Arthur’s neck connected with his shoulder. 

[questionarthur]

Two dueling ideas and feelings flowed through Arthur. The desire to speed things up, rip the clothes off of Steve so he could feel every inch of skin of the other man. Yet he also wanted to slowly worship and taste his lover, hear those soft sounds and trace his fingers along just the right places. Which he would discover. All those little spots, the ones that drove Steve crazy, the ones the man himself might not even know about. Arthur wanted it all, and perhaps he should feel guilt for it but the Point man couldn't help it. He wanted to consume and be consumed by the heat they could create, the beauty of it all.

Steve's arms were strong, wrapped around him and squeezing him. Arthur let out a small groan at the touch, arching his body into the other. Slowly, he reached for the belt again, this time undoing it and letting it fall to the ground without a hitch. He kisses Steve again, nipping at his bottom lip playfully before soothing over it with tender kiss.