#memoriiam

[fivefled]

@memoriiam​ liked for a starter.

“   yes,   i know that it’s plain to see.   ”    she quickly shifts her hair to cover the 05 just behind her ear,   clearing her throat.   a habitual response to feeling exposed,   her gaze scans the room for zig.   lips press into a thin line as she takes the other’s measure,   muscles tensing as she waits for a response to the tattoo that will be more indicative of how she should react.   they can’t afford for rumors of a woman with 05 tattooed behind her left ear to start circulating;   damn the fact that it was so hot she’d just been trying to cool off the back of her neck by moving her hair.   

[threefled]

“  my  past  has  tasted  bitter  for  years  now.  ”  cautious  gaze  studies  the  other,  muscles  coiled  beneath  his  skin,  ready  to  pounce  the  moment  a  threat  arises.  “  i’ve  been  cold.  i’ve  been  merciless,  ”  pausing  a  moment,  though  features  remain  shaped  into  the  cold  mask  he’d  perfected  in  the  years  of  his  servitude.  “  but  we’re  different  now.  ”  the  we  including  his  sister,  no  doubt  she  was  nearby  keeping  a  careful  watch  on  the  situation.  @memoriiam​  -  i’ll  be  good.

[bluepuff-a]

@memoriiam​​ liked for a starter!

“i’m sorry, i really forgot to ask you when...everything was happening.” she was talking about when she got thrown through a wall fighting a super villain. his face looked familiar, she remembered him helping her. her head was pounding, she remembered that too. “are you okay?” he didn’t have the costumes or anything like the superheroes she and the other powerpuffs saw. but he seemed to have something super about him. “i know that fight was...really rough.” at least, it was for the powerpuffs.

[brknsymbol]

@memoriiam​​ sent: ‘  get  up .  we’re  going  to  save  the  world .  ’

sleep had never truly come easily,  at least not in sam’s adult life.  he could blame the military,  but even growing up,  he’d woken up early and gone to bed on time.  the concept of sleeping in hadn’t ever really applied,  and any hope of doing so had been lost after joining the air force.  the curse of being a light sleeper hadn’t ended just because he’d returned to home soil;  naturally,  he had to spice things up by becoming a superhero (and an enemy of the state,  but stories for another time). so the words alone from the other are enough to wake sam from his brief rest,  groggy as he may be.  there’s no surprise at the unexpected guest,  at least any more than the sigh of realization that he’s being pulled back into reality.  “ must be tuesday, ”       he mumbles,  blinking open his eyes.  there’s no hesitation as he pushes himself out of bed — it had barely even been a nap,  already half dressed.  hand rubs over his face and he stifles a yawn as he pilots himself to the kitchen to quickly re-hydrate.          “ so —— what’s the damage this time?  if you’re here,  i’m guessing it’s nothing good. ”

[herflame-a]

@memoriiam  said:  "  so...  that  happened...  "

“yeah,  sorry  about  that  one.”  she’s  not  happy  about  the  fact  that  her  powers  were  exposed,  but  it  could  be  worse.  despite  what  she  had  been  told  inside  of  ace,  she  wasn’t  as  special  as  she  thought,  wasn’t  the  only  person  who  could  do  things  like  this.  the  world  was  full  of  others  who  were  the  same.  and  he  was  one  of  them.

“i  didn’t  burn  you  too  badly,  did  i?”  comes  with  a  slight  head  tilt,  though,  she’s  assuming  from  how  relaxed  he  is  about  the  whole  thing  that  he’s  alright.  “need  any  medical  attention?”

[bluepuff-a]

@memoriiam​​ asked: [ CHECK ] : sender worriedly checks the receiver for injuries after a potentially dangerous situation.

bubbles could feel the stinging all over her body after she was hit. and it didn’t make it better that she hit a wall before landing on the cement. at first, she thought whoever was checking on her was one of her sisters. but that definitely didn’t look like blossom or buttercup. this person, whoever he was, was checking on her, she assumed. “i’m okay. my head just hurts.” but she’ll check it later. “did i get knocked out?” even if it was for a second, she needed to know.

[rosemagicked]

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

the salty af munday meme (  always  accepting ! )

     okay , listen , i’m the least amenable person to change  but  i don’t think change is inherently bad. that said ... the tumblr rpc’s landscape has undergone so many changes that , without sitting and thinking for 12 hours , rehashing the 2 hour conversation i had about it yesterday with my partner , and writing a literal essay , i could never possibly cover  everything  . suffice it to say that early- to mid-2010′s tumblr was just a different animal. the things i remember most vividly are : using giant gifs instead of icons ; more action-styled threads where you’d use ** or - - and the only full sentences you wrote were your muse’s dialogue ; and oH MY GOD no one  ever  trimmed their posts. the move towards very aesthetic-centric blogs didn’t really start popping up on my radar until spring 2016 when i came back to the tumblr rpc after a brief hiatus that started fall 2015 , but i remember that being a huge adjustment for me. 

     since then , i can’t say that all that much has changed. the trends are always shifting , and i will mention that there is a lot of variance depending on the specific fandom you’re playing in. but overall i do think things have changed for the better in a lot of ways and i hope to continue seeing that kind of positive growth !

[fivefled]

@memoriiam​ said :   “   follow my lead.   ”   //   kissing to maintain cover.

to the trained eye,   the systematic search being conducted by the O.R.I.O.N. agents is obvious,   but they’re caught right in the center of the ever-tightening circle.   she can only assume she’s the one they’re looking for,   though how they’d narrowed down her location she’s unsure.   despite the people steadily closing in on the two of them,   her thoughts go to zig,   who they’d left back in the little hideout while they ventured into the busy city for some supplies.   her brother doesn’t like crowds much;   neither does she really,   but with everything he’d suffered at O.R.I.O.N.’s hands before she’d gotten him out,   they’d thought it would be better if he avoided triggers if possible.   munin had been roped into their little unit by happenstance,   choosing to help them for whatever reason.   she’s not sure she truly trusts him yet,   but there seems to be a current of understanding between them,   deeper than the tattoos that neither of them wanted,   which are currently disguised on his hand.   it’s clear he has some kind of abilities,   like some of the people she’d worked with from other O.R.I.O.N. projects,   but she hasn’t pressed him for answers.   whatever they are,   she knows O.R.I.O.N. would be all too happy to be able to study him,   and guilt floods her as she realizes he’s now in danger because of their association.   

her heart rate is skyrocketing as the circle tightens further,   the agents ahead of them now close enough for her to make out some features,   forcing them to either double back and face the ones behind them or to try and break their way through in this direction.   one hand drifts towards her concealed gun,   but munin’s whispered words draw her attention.   his fingers tilt her chin gently upwards and she’s surprised when his lips press to hers.   she stiffens at first,   having no idea what to do with herself,   but seconds later her eyes flutter closed and she relaxes into him,   kissing him back   ---   or at least giving it her best attempt at reciprocation.   the agents glance their way,   not that she really notices in that moment,   and then pass them by,   uncomfortable with the public display of affection.   when munin pulls away she’s left blinking at him in surprise,   but with the agents getting ready to regroup and broaden their search she just clears her throat nervously and starts towards the exit.