────── #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.
↳ BLOG ROLL … ANIME. CHARACTER DOC. AES.
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.
She does have to give Raven that. ❝ No, he just bootlicks everyone else who tries to do it, ❞ Artemis says. It's almost comical how afraid she had been of a Crusher as a child. When compared to Trigon, he was nothing. ❝ Yeah? Glad you like it. It's one of my favourite places. There's a great book store right near it, and I spent a lot of my time here during my first year of college. ❞
ㅤ A LAUGH LEAVES HER , soft && quick , a rare sound to come from the titan unless she was around a certain blue bird. lips ease into a smile , attention shifting away from her company , taking in the somewhat active neighborhood on the other side of the street. ❛ what was that like. ❜ she ask , brows furrowing briefly before stilling her features back into a semi-neutral expression. ❛ collage , i didn’t get to go , between titans , the cult && keeping my father contained normal life didn’t really happen. ❜
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
@rcliicta sent : “so much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.” - scar
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── they're standing together on the observation deck, and of course it's gotten to this point in the light conversation, wherein leonard has to back himself up from the instinct to scoff and make some quip about the dangers that ultimately linger out there among the awe-inspiring things the other is likely daydreaming of. instead of acting on that base feeling, the southerner shakes his head, sighing quietly to himself before bringing his arms up from the railing to fold them loosely over his chest.
" yeah, and it's our job to start makin' things a little less unknown out there. captain says it's gonna be fun. kiss my ass it's gonna be fun. " a little roll of hazels and he's shaking his head again, as if trying to knock the negativity loose. " i'm just hoping that we won't discover too many new diseases on the path to enlightenment. "
ㅤ⸤ 𝓡. ⸣ — it’s almost comical how scar finds it all still so nerve wracking … being on the observation deck. even after years of training simulations in the fleet && daydreams about being here , the chirean is still anxious. fingers twitch at his side , foot tapping lightly against the white floors — careful not to draw attention or scuff the deck with his boots. a soft chirp leaves him , the sound rattling around at the back of his throat when the doctor speaks , he trusts mccoy.
ㅤ the man had more warps under his belt && honestly , scar found it safe to trust what the ships head doctor advised. ❛ fun. ❜ it’s not a foreign word , but it certainly is one he finds himself hesitant around. emerald eyes flicker from star to star , as if he can see the particles of dust dancing between the vast distances. a breath leaves him , slow && steady as shoulders sink ❛ knowing the luck of the ship , i think we’re going to discover more than we’d like too. good thing we have you doctor mccoy. ❜
‘ … a life 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑚 and 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! ’ — ﹟ 𝒗𝒂𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒔 ; an independent, highly selective ( unaffiliated with any media ) original character based on hand - crafted lore. crossovers, originals and canons encouraged. portal doors to one piece, bg3, genshin, earth & more ! : cherished by 𝖒𝖆𝖚𝐤𝖎𝖊 \ 30+, she ៸ they.
She stands by what she said. Bed is boring at best. At worst it was an anxiety inducing minefield driven by her own nightmares that she had stubbornly refused to bring up with anyone.
She'll take the win of Raven staying though. Leaning into the warmth of her body heat. Despite her protests, there's a slow, sleepy blink that creeps up as she melts into the older girl.
"If you say so," she says with a small disbelieving laugh. "I think mine are still better." Melvin's fingers curl into Raven's shirt like an anchor, softly adding, "Bobby was a story at first. Before he was real."
ㅤ SOMETHING IN HER CHEST SHIFTS , each time she’s around one of the kids. a warmth she doesn’t want to look too deep at , in fear of her emotions getting the best of her again , so she leaves it alone for the moment. fingers find the younger girl’s hair , brushing through the blonde locks as raven settled back into the bed.
❛ that is true , but i doubt any ones stories can compare to yours. ❜ she hums with a gentle smile before letting out an exhale. silence falls between them for a moment as the half demon ponders over a story. ❛ okay , let’s see here. ❜ her gaze lifts towards the ceiling of the room , head resting back against the headboard as she starts the story. ❛ once there was this young girl , shy && scared to open herself up to others , because if she did something bad was bound to happen. people who got close to her ended up hurt , so it was just easier for her to be alone. ❜
ㅤ the laughter that leaves him is damn near theatrical , although the grin on his face stretches a bit too wide it’s organic , nonetheless. features shift && stretch into something more … marketable. chest puffed out , arms extending && bulking out in a manner that resembles superman just a bit too much. ❛ you mean these arms , ha ha. ❜ his voice is deeper , a rumble in his chest that’s purely for show. ❛ they are pretty … super. ❜
ㅤ screams in babs / barry / bruce / edward / martha / oliver / patrick / ray / roman / ted && wally. what do you mean you followed me back .ᐟ THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN .ᐟ
ㅤ HE HAD BEEN GONE FOR A FEW MONTHS , stuck on some god forsaken island with barney in the sweltering heat. trying to overthrow a dictator , all because barney just couldn’t shy away from doing the right thing — even when that thing came with a high risk of death. his bag dropped by the door with a heavy thud , shoulders rolling as christmas made his way through the home.
ㅤ he hadn’t been expecting a warm welcome by any means , truthfully he wasn’t even expecting the woman to be home. they both lived similar lives … dangerous. so , imagine the surprise on the expendables face when he’s greeting with a blast of energy just as he rounds the corner. ❛ this the greeting i get. ❜ the words leave him in that same familiar dryness , with just a hint of teasing — something reserved for few. ❛ in my own home. ❜
─── STARTER / ♡ ’ D [ . . . ] ━
↳ @taleswritten 。GERALT OF RIVIA
ㅤ HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN , how many weeks had passed since he felt the comfort of civility. since the bard had a decent meal , or decent company for that matter … not that roach wasn’t pleasant company enough. albeit … smelly , but certainly better company than the rider upon her.
❛ geralt. ❜ his tone is soft , sweet , charming as always. ❛ do you recall the small luxuries of civility. ❜ the bard knows he’s complaining && though the complaints are very much directed towards his witcher companion , jaskier does attempt to play coy. ❛ beds , pies , wine. baths. ❜
ㅤ HE HAD BEEN OUT OF TOUCH WITH GOTHAM , the chaos && curses that haunted that city were lost to him. years ago , he had been a formidable name to the city — the man who broke the bat. a victory that left him no need to remain in the city , unlike the others in the ‘gallery’ bane had no desire to control the city or its populous. so instead he left , resided on a small island tucked just beyond gotham harbor , where he kept to himself most of the time.
ㅤ upon the rare occasion , bane found himself back in gotham … when muscle was required for a job. masked features stared down at the unfamiliar woman , brows furrowing beneath worn fabric. ❛ you are new. ❜ his tone tilts towards the end , a question mixed with a simple statement. ❛ what do they call you. ❜
Oh, you will need them big boy, perhaps the entire Queen Industries building too, oh & Star City neighborhood. Dinah's rusty voice murmured in her head, a wide smirk pulling from one ear to the other when witnessing the goatee twitch. That was a sign. Definitely. His sign, & hers to keep going. This sign screamed a dirty yes.
Prior her entrance, she had made sure to lock the door behind her back, one wasn't too cautious, even though getting caught in the middle was something that could appeal her at times. The suit was always very tight, & it felt like a relief when her flesh found freedom, curves slowly appearing to the one & only cupidon who stole her heart years ago. It landed on her ankles, heavy and she shifted her toes ouf of it. She knew the effect she could have on men, but what only interested her, was the one Ollie Queen was always giving her: a mix of passion & desire, but more than anything, she knew for a fact that he loved Dinah for her personality ; the good looks were definitely a bonus. & Canary was far from complaining when it came to her Robin Hood. He was simply perfect. Although, she refrained from telling him too often, because his ego wouldn't bear with him.
"So..." she began with the hint of a smirk, barely her stockings still on, index now pressed against her man's suit, "Lex is definitely good advice, right ?" A beat. She leaned her body against him, hoping to reveal more... "Do you mind taking lunch now ? Because you're making me very hungry Robin Hood..." Dinah leaned on tiptoes to reach his soft lips, caught his mouth a loud moan already. One hand cupping his strong jawline, the other expertly unbuttoning his jacket to reach his tie. "Do you care very much about that shirt babe ?"
ㅤ THE FEEL OF HER LIPS AGAINST HIS HAS HIS BODY SINKING INTO HER , hands instinctively finding placement on her hips. thumbs brushing along her skin seeking that softness only she has. green eyes flutter closed at the sensation of her body pressed against his , bare skin cladded in so little && yet so much. a hum leaves him at her words , having felt the vibration of her tone voice against his lips — though he isn’t entirely sure as she says. oliver’s quick to agree none the less.
ㅤ his head tilts , leaning into her touch just enough for his lips to brush against the palm of her hand. teeth sinking lightly into the meat of her palm , a playful nip as his hands start to roam over her curves. memorizing each inch of her , as if he could ever forget the feeling of her skin under his touch. it takes the archer a moment to register what she said , placing together what clues he could gather from those fingers skillfully undressing him. ❛ might not want to ruin it. ❜ he breathes out against her skin between soft kisses. palm. wrist. jaw. cheek. until finally he finds those lips. ❛ might want something to wear around the office , something not so … tight. ❜
ㅤ not that he minds , oliver wins regardless her attire. his clothing , hers , nothing , his pretty birdy had the best feathers. hands come to rest against her rear , a playful squeeze before lifting her with ease — turning to place against the edge of his desk. reluctantly && much to his surprise he managed to pull his hands from her , shoulders rolling as he shrugged off his jacket assisting her in the removal of his outer layer. ❛ i think i can take my lunch a little early for you pretty bird. ❜
