────── #RCLIICTA. independent mutually selective , slow activity multimuse writing blog , featuring characters from : DC , MARVEL , SEVERAL MYTHOLOGIES , ASSASSINS CREED , TOMB RAIDER , RESIDENT EVIL , DRACULA , ARCANE , THE ORGINALS , GAME OF THRONES && ORGINAL CHARACTERS. portrayal by bear [ she / her , 30+ , usa ] rules under cut.
THE CORRUPTION BEGINS WITH
THE MOUTH
THE TONGUE
THE WANTING
↳ STUDY OF … trauma , isolation , death , possessiveness , a deeply rooted fear of loss , the need to be validated by any means , obsession , undying devotion of the masses , manipulation , survivor's guilt , found family dynamics && more.
i do not follow for follow. if i follow , i most likely would like to have some means of interaction with the mun && the museㅤ//ㅤmuses.
↳ ACTIVITY.
i post on my own time. i do have a life outside of tumblr , && at the moment is is very hectic. my activity may be a bit sporadic. but i am here , my DM'S && IM'S are always open for plotting or ooc chat.
↳ GENERAL.
so just the usual , you know :: no god-modding or meta-gaming. please cut your posts && turn the questions into another post if you wish to continue them. ( if not let me know && i will tag you accordingly in the new post ) don’t feel pressured to match my length , && please take your time with your responses. you do not have to rush to meet my pace. && ya know , don't be a dick.
↳ SHIPPING.
this blog is multi ship , but i do have exclusive ships with characters. I LOVE SHIPS. CANON or NONCANON. CROSS OVERS. I ADORE ALL OF THEM. now , i do have certain characters on my roster that are open to all ships , however — some will be closed off. those will not be shipped with.
↳ FORMATTING.
okay so , i tend to use icons , however i will go icon-less if the thread gets to that point. i.e. novella levels of paragraphs. but feel free to format && respond however you wish.
↳ CONTENT.
due to the nature of vast amount of fandoms present on my blog , things such as DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT && some TRIGGERING content will most likely be present. this will likely range from violence , gore , murder , bodily harm , drugs , cults , && so on. this blog separates fiction from reality. the content i write does not mean that in any shape , form or fashion approve of such behaviors. if you cannot separate fiction from reality , THEN PLEASE LEAVE.
↳ TRIGGERS.
i will NOT be tagging triggers , sorry , THIS BLOG IS 21+ , content will get dark && graphic given the numerous fandoms i write in. if you need a specific trigger tagged , then please let me know && i will tag it accordingly. if asked. ( i.e. tw :: xxxx ) FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN RISK.
↳ ADULT CONTENT.
so smut is complicated for me , make no mistake i am well above the age of 21+. i am just currently trying to get over some issues around the whole smut thing. once upon a time , i used to be comfortable writing — but then some things happened && im trying to recover from that. however , fade to black is perfectly acceptable should you wish to go in the direction with the thread. there may be some attempts to write smut , && said smut will be posted beneath a read more while being tagged accordingly. ( i.e. usfw or nsfw. )
↳ STATUS.
if a character has ‘OPEN’ or ‘CLOSED’ directly underneath the fandom they are located in , it means that the muse is either open or closed to ships. this is non negotiable , certain muses that i write are single ship && i will not be shipping them with anyone else. at least not romantically , if you are interested in a ship of another dynamic — just as ( playtonic , antagonistic , familiar ) simply message me && let me know which ship && which muse.
Fingers pinching the man's chin, Jonathan tilted the man's head back and searched the expression for familiar tells. Not quite ready yet, the pupil's dilation not quite wide enough, breathing not quite rapid enough. He'd talk, but he could still lie, would still have the wherewithal to say what they wanted to hear and not the truth.
"Rushin' don't help, Harvey.' Jonathan muttered, hearing the sound of grinding teeth over the man's muttering. "I know you don't care if he's useful after, but if you want the right information you gotta let him cook.'
Mama said that it was okay. Brow furrowing in confusion, Jonathan reluctantly stood as he pulled his phone from his pocket, staring down at the display. Mama said that it was quite alright. Last he checked they were supposed to have dinner next week, accepting the call and tucking the phone between shoulder and cheek.
"Hey baby girl, mama's here.' Picking up a syringe, he inserted the needle and injected half the serum. "Bit busy right now, is this important?'
@rcliicta's Bella Donna's been called to tourney...
ㅤ PANIC SHOULD BE FLOODING HER SYSTEM , forcing her heart to race && her breath to catch in her throat … only it doesn’t. which only bring further confusion to the straw haired woman as she continues to wonder through the unknown streets of the dark city. bell-donna couldn’t recall where she was , or who she was for that matter — her head ached with a pain that seemed to sink deeper into her bones. she had vaguely recalled hearing something years ago about ‘when lost just call out for momma’.
ㅤ hands absentmindedly patted at the pockets of the worn jacket , finding the phone with ease && flicking though the contacts. brown eyes stared at the word ‘momma’ , unsure if it even was her mother. shouldn’t fear be the leading emotion in a situation like this , lost && confusion in an unknown city with no recollection of who she was ?
ㅤ a groan eases past her lips , eyes closing slightly as she gives in — pressing the phone to her ear with a ring. one. two. three. teeth tug at her bottom lip , a wave of worry crashing against her until she hears the click of connection. words fail her when she hears the masculine tone , phone pull back briefly checking the contact’s name. MOMMA — but … that clearly wasn’t a woman on the phone. shaking her head bella-donna took a breath before pulling the phone back to her ear.
❛ … i don’t know. ❜ she whispers out , what did the man deem as important … was she important. ❛ i … um … i’m lookin’ for momma , do you know her. ❜ she tried to sound gentle , familial even but somehow it just came out wrong — distant.
it's not been long since she moved in. young girl is used to it: her own disposable nature, like polaroid camera given out to wedding guests, the kind of thing to briefly hold other's attentions before surely ending up recycled or forgotten. (if she'd been more naive, perhaps she would have hoped adoption would have been the end of it. but the donovans didn't adopt her out of love or want of a daughter.) she has a few weeks before her university classes start, before her reason for moving in with family's friends will be worth it... waiting though has proven itself much harder than expected.
waiting to be busy. waiting in hall like she was meant to.
she does her best to not interrupt the conversation she half listens in on, quiet little creature circling room, looking at framed images on walls. she'd waited as told to - for much longer than told to. but maeve is too curious a being to accept boredom when she can help it. pausing by nearby bookshelves to look over unfamiliar titles as she waits to see when man will be done with polite small talk.
ㅤ THE MOVEMENT CATCHES HIS ATTENTION , that shy shuffle around the edges of the room that he had found himself growing acclimatized to in such a short time. joan && him had taken the sweet girl in a weeks ago , helping the donovans house their daughter closer to the university she would be attending in the upcoming weeks. meave was a good kid , a bit of a curious little wall flower but a good kid. he had promised this meeting was going to be quick , done in a flash — pun intended.
ㅤ yet no matter how hard the older man tired , he couldn’t seem to slip out of the impromptu meet && great. salvation comes in the form of her , blue eyes shifting from the small group of civilians before him to the young girl. hand raised as he sweetly dismissed himself from the conversation to make his away to meave side. clearing his throat as he approached , hand coming to rest reassuringly against her back head tilted down to whisper ❛ come to save me from the masses already? ❜ he teases ❛ i’m sorry for making you wait , i didn’t think it would be this long. it was supposed to just be an opening , not a press event. ❜
@rcliicta sent a raven:
“Easy—finish your drink slow. You’re already buzzed enough to fall into me.” - bella-donna to roman
"Pretty baby I ain't fell into anyone, it's always work well worth the effort.'
That wasn't what she'd meant, he knew that, and to be fair it had been a long night. But by some miracle no one at the table had pulled gun, toxin, or umbrella as the money slid from pot to pot as the hands were dealt. By now Harvey had usually either fucked off, or flipped the table because of course someone had to be cheating and it couldn't be his shit poker face. Or Jon's damned toxin had been set off under the table in spite of the fact that they told him a million times to leave that shit at home.
Poker night was sacred, especially as it was so rare that all of them were outside iron fence and concrete walls at the same time. Empty chairs were more familiar, and Roman was beginning to feel a bit claustrophobic with all the warm bodies after so long. But his side of the table was a bit light, cutting a side eye towards Edward before wrapping an arm around her waist to tug her onto his lap with a low coaxing croon. Ignore the way your “Mama” is looking this way, it's not important. He might be the reason the night degenerated into a brawl, nuzzling into her neck when she resisted, leaned half out his chair as he nibbled the skin.
“Which you already know.' Lips curl slowly into a grin, fingers working their way beneath the hem of her shirt, moving upwards to cup her ribs. ” ‘less this is your less than subtle way of sayin’ you want to go? I'll buy out and we can head to one of the rooms in the back, just say the word.'
ㅤ HE WAS ALWAYS SO AFFECTIONATE WHEN DRUNK , pulling her closer to nuzzle into her despite the polite resistance she gave — her mother was sitting an arms distance away at the same table. not that roman seemed to ever care. a faint laugh rises from her as calloused finger brush higher along her side ❛ roman. ❜ she scolds his name at the dying end of the laugh , though there is no heat behind the word — only mild offence as her hand halts his exploration.
ㅤ brown eyes narrowing playfully at the unmasked man when she leans back from his assault , lips pursed into a thin line. bella-donna wants to tell him to behave himself , to mind his manners but she doesn’t … because she knows this is him behaving. knows that those hands of his could roam to places far more intimate than her sides , that he could murmur sinful things against her skin until she was redder than a rooster's comb. bella-donna counted each blessing twice that he was sober enough to keep her modesty in mind , at least for until he grew tired of poker.
ㅤ which seemed to rise sooner than later with how his cards had been fairing — not that she had much better luck , playing two rounds before gaining the common sense needed to cash out. fingers combed through his hair , lightly tugging his head back before he could attempt to conquer the flushed skin of her neck. she was not about to bear a mark of his doing in front of her mother on poker night. ❛ i think you have had enough to drink for the night. ❜ words are whispered low && hushed for his ears only , fingers plucking the glass from him with ease before lifting it to her lips — downing the last remains of the liquor inside.
ㅤ at least the tables company was entertained by their own making , momma had thankfully consumed enough moonshine bella-donna was sure warren would be carrying him && mr. nygma both home after the game. which meant she wouldn’t be returning home for the night , such a shame. ❛ hey … ❜ tongue rolls over her bottom lip chasing away the remains of the liquor with a smile. ❛ you got a place for me to crash for the night. ❜
ㅤ so , the sound of a swiss-built vortbinder-lanszmann 7010 model safe with dual combination locks , triple return rotators && synchronized cylinders ( the safe from the man from uncle ) … is absolutely the sexuality of every thief muse i write. napoleon , leonard , felicia , remy , cleo && nye. if you can make that sound you will be their bed by the end of the night if willing.
Thad Thawne had never expected in his life to sit across Jay Garrick, to enjoy the older speedster's company in peace, civility, or familiarity. He hadn't thought he would have ever gotten this close to the older speedster at all, given his history. That he would be considered family by Jay and vice versa. After all, it was an understatement to say he was a black sheep amongst the Flashes. He was more like a black cloud that hung over them or a blot in black...or red on a nice tapestry with all it's history and legacy and love.
But he had to admit, it had been nice getting to know the older speedster. He didn't have a connection like this with another speedster.
So being able to meet up with Jay like this? It was...nice.
As he sat across from Jay, looking over the diner menu himself, that tune hummed low from across the table drifted into his ears. It was familiar. It danced on the tip of his tongue as the tune circled in his ears.
"Is that...Bing Crosby?" Thad asked with a surprised lilt to his voice as he looked up from his menu and back to Jay.
ㅤ ITS FUNNY HOW HE DOESN’T BLINK AT IT ANYMORE , the sudden rush of air that sweeps across the space when one of the quicker family members joins him. napkins fluttering upward only to be forced back in place before they could take flight — all while the two appear to remain seated in the booth.
ㅤ brows lift at the question , before a smile replaces the confusion when he realizes just what happened. ❛ good ear , didn’t expect anyone your age to know bing from a few lyrics. ❜ especially from a song from 1944 , yet thad always had this way of surprising him in ways jay never expected. the menu folds closed as he places it on the table , forearms supporting his weight as he leans forward slightly into the conversation.
❛ run over okay , i didn’t take you away from anything important did i? ❜ he hated interfering with other’s schedules , jay knew the younger generation as always on the go. busy as bees , he admired that — so he tried not to throw a wrench in their life when he requested a check in.
ㅤ hi , so because i am incapable of talking to people without reasoning behind it ( aka i’m scared ya’ll might find me annoying ) — like this && i will come chat with you about possible character interactions && or simply the vibes.
He rankled slightly at the tone, the one that was meant to be soothing, but had been used so often it felt like a slap. Be careful of the big guy he only broke things. Don't get him angry, he doesn't know how to handle angry. He may not be the smartest of the Sinister Six, but he was still capable.
But then she mentioned the kid, and he did like the kid. Not an ounce of fear in her, Cammie demanded to be tossed in the air by him because she could reach the third story. Screamed with delight, and Aleksi had to admit that Mila was a good mom.
A rarity, blinking as he sorted through the other words she dropped at his feet like he'd know them. They sounded familiar, and they were still English, just not any English he used.
'Bring her, for Sunday.'
Have the day with her kid, then the both of them together. It was better here for the kid anyway. Real sunlight, and plants, and he'd go find some basement dweller and procure a couple of those gray movies she liked so much.
ㅤ LIPS PURSED IN ATTEMPT TO HIDE A SMILE AS SHE WATCHED HIM BLINK , practically seeing her vocabulary bounce off his head in refusal. it wasn’t the first time she had witnessed such a reaction towards her speech , a few spiders shared the reaction — not that milla could blame them. time && reality made a langue barrier nearly impossible to cross when it came to preferred lingo , she would have to keep reminding herself where she was , unless she wanted more unwanted gazes.
❛ sunday. ❜ she repeated , teeth tugging at her bottom lip briefly as she weighed the options. a day away , 24 hours — milla could manage that , besides it wasn’t like cammie was in any real danger. henry was a good dad , a smart man who knew how to keep their daughter from any harm && jonah was just a phone call away should anything happen.
ㅤ it wasn’t like the rhino wasn’t incapable of keeping the spider entertained for a day , circuits to chrome , she knew there was plenty to do in his reality that would be fun. ❛ deal , late sunday we can grab her && stay a bit longer before heading back. ❜ her hand comes to rest against his , fingers twitching against his calloused skin , molecules splitting for a fraction of a second before reforming.
ㅤ red waves shift with a firm shake of her head , ignoring the flames that shot up her arm before recalibrating herself. she doesn’t bother asking for the band back , nicking it back && latching it back on without so much as a second thought. ❛ i promised you the weekend && i will deliver as much of it as possible before dragging cammie into it , but … i did … sort of also … promise your spider that i wouldn’t let you cause too much trouble. ❜
ㅤ the confession is given in a soft awkward tone , as if milla was unsure just how much trouble he had planned for them to get into on this ‘date’.
ㅤ so because i am in my own head today , i think i will be posting a STARTER CALL. muses that have their bio pages done have individual starter calls located here — if there is a character you would like a starter from , but they do not have an individual starter call , just comment the name on this post && i’ll queue it up. if you are intrested in an AU / ALT verse just add ( au ) beside the name && i will message you regardling the AU's i have available for that muse.
ㅤ⸤ 𝓡. ⸣ — ❛ nothing ends poetically , it ust ENDS && we turn it into poetry. all that blood was never once meant to be beautiful , it was just red. red as the wine we raise in celebration. ❜
ㅤ RCLIICTA is an independent multi-muse roleplay blog with a vast arrangement of muses from dc && marvel comics , mythological lore , video games , cinema && more throughout the ages. penned by BEAR. ( she - her , 30+ ) .ᐟ
She knew dropping Dinah's name would make him to relent! Artemis smiles smugly up at her father, not even trying to hide her satisfaction as she leans into her hip and folds her arms. She learned from the best, after all. ❝ That's what I thought, ❞ she says. She relaxes, her smile now innocent, though a ghost of a smirk remains. ❝ Do we have any tortilla chips? ❞
ㅤ LIPS PURSE WHEN HE REALIZED HES BEEN PLAYED , green eyes narrowing as he took in the satisfaction that radiated from his daughter. in that moment artemis was the picture of dinah , all smug && amused at how easily it was to catch the archer off mark sometimes. shoulders sunk as he lowered his hood , ❛ i think we still have some , unless roy && connor ate all the blue corn ones. ❜ his bow comes to rest against his back , clicking into place. ❛ i know i still have some chili lime ones stashed away from batman , i don’t think he’d mind if you break open the bag. ❜ worst case scenario — green arrow was going to the grocery store.
