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[sinsought]

sweeps the floor in here. it might be time to spruce some things up in here. gonna stay logged in, feel free to message here to ask for my discord in the mean time.

[houndgem]

a commission for a buddy of mine of some ocs!

[pcrplexum]

       Riddle me this !

                      ——————–    Can   a   MAZE   still  amaze     if  it   doesn’t        have   walls   ????

Presenting:                     EDWARD  NIGMA  /    THE RIDDLER    from    DCU.                                                     MULTIVERSE   &&   OC FRIENDLY                                                            REBOOTED.    RP BLOG. ( previously:   intelgenesis )

[thedarkempath]

@sinsought continued from x 

 “Jason?”

    Rachel had tried hard, SO HARD, to cling on to any crumb of hope that the man who had cared for her as a child would find her. She didn’t believe it when they claimed to have KILLED him, dumping a charred and unrecognizable corpse in front of her and calling it his. She didn’t believe it when they said he ABANDONED her, escaping without even bothering to try breaking her out, and that they had proof.

   She’s still sore from her uncomfortable rest in an alley the night before— long sleeves hiding dark bruises and scars that mark her light skin, a dull ache continuing to throb in the back of her head due to lack of sufficient sleep. Maybe that was what this was; a cruel trick played by her own mind.

   “I’m… Is that really you?“

[sinsought]

    the moment she says his name he can’t hold back. it’s her. it’s really her. his feet carry him forward before he can even comprehend it. jason’s arm wrap rachel up and pull her into his chest. he doesn’t know if he can let it go. ❝ it’s me. ❞ 

    ❝ I’ve been looking for you since I got out. every day.  ❞ he pulls back from the hugs to look her in the eyes. there it is. a flash of pain in his chest, the fear and chaos all mixed in together. he blinks the pain out of his boxy, moving his gaze to look around them. ❝ how’d you get out ? what happened ? ❞

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

[musingmemes]

protector / protectee starters

“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

“please come back in one piece.”

[the-niknak]

I don’t have anything new to post, so here’s a gif from “Traffic”

[sinsought]

wrotemurder·: basil

                  finishing up a day’s worth of work was the last thing basil was looking forwards to. still spinning off the tail end of a conversation with her subject, ( ALTHOUGH THE WORD SEEMED TO MEAN LESS AND LESS ) all of that time wasted was to be left to be made up in the privacy of her office. of course, it should’ve been, if not for the figure standing before her desk as she steps in. it’s with great surprise who meets her there as he turns around, and it’s with a rightfully wary stare that she meets his smile. 

                    what are you doing in here    ?      the inquiry burns in the back of her mind, but it doesn’t escape her lips.    like clockwork, his smile is returned, but it doesn’t settle the sinking feeling in her stomach.  it usually never does.       ❝      i was going to stay in and finish some work, but if you’re buying …     ❞    who could pass that up?     ❝     are you leaving at six ?     ❞

    taking a step closer to his colleague and farther away from his sleuthing the man glances to his watch. a sharp inhale through his nose and his dark eyes dart back to the woman. ❝ I suppose I could let you have fifteen minutes to finish up. ❞ still though he lingers, his fingers coming to drum across the back of her guest chair in a steady rhythm.

    ❝ any new progress ? ❞ they weren’t supposed to talk about work so freely amongst one another, the government wasn’t exactly encouraging that at least. still though, he could try to see what she was learning. it wasn’t that he was interested in subject 469, though its abilities did linger in the back of his mind like a fog. unknown and uncertain of their extent. the powers of the creature, whatever it was, could not outweigh how tedious and downright annoying it was though. 

     leaving the haze that even thinking of 469 created in his mind roy invited himself in the very chair he stood next to. ❝ big breakthroughs ? ❞

[sinsought]

    heartstrings pluck one another in the young man’s chest, his eyelashes fluttering as though that would make her image any clearer to him. there’s a pull in him, he’s not sure if it’s himself or the creature in him. 

    suddenly it didn’t matter though because his mind so ached to hear her voice even if it wasn’t at its most pleasant. “ Rachel ? ” @thedarkempath​

[sinsought]

    a whistle breaks the frigid stillness of the air, quickly followed by the sound of a car door slamming shut. slender digits push long bangs from the young woman’s eyes. eyebrows knitted together aubrey walks forward towards the shadowy figure. “ hey ! ”

    “ I suggest you keep it moving, mr. kaps isn’t taking visitors tonight. ”

@gentle-psychopath​

[sinsought]

   deep mahogany eyes focus on his constituent's desks scanning and analyzing what glimpses of paper he could catch sight of. it wasn’t fair that she had been assigned to subject 469, roy didn’t believe that she was ready for such a task but it was better that it ruin her mind than his own. it’s the sound of the door clicking open behind him that causes him to spin on his heals, a well practiced imitation of a smile spreading on his face. 

    “ staying late ? or can I buy you in a drink after work ? ”  @wrotemurder​

[sinsought]

starter call for jerry dandridge  • lengths may vary  • verses may vary

[sinsought]

starter  call  for  cordero  clemente:      •  lengths  may vary      •  verses  may  vary

[pumpkinstep]

@sinsought its ya boi :D

[sinsought]

pale flowers are held between thin fingers, the young man’s thumb worrying the collection of stems but not enough to collapse the fragile stock. fear gripped his intestines and Twitter them from within his body, to the point he considered turning around and leaving. what was he to do if she had moved on during his absence ? of course it wasn’t fair for him to expect her to sit around for him but the thought of having lost her was crippling to drew.

knuckles come crackling down on the door, then the hand quickly comes to drag down across his mouth with a heavy exhalation. the sound of footsteps approaches and he mutters a small prayer for strength no matter how it all turned out. warmth and light comes flooding onto the front porch where he stands, a shaky smile fixing itself onto his face. “ hey. ”

@thedarkempath

[sinsought]

like for a starter from credence barebone • verses may vary • lengths will vary

[sinsought]

starter call for jason skies  • lengths may vary  • verses may vary