#stillarobyn

[three--rings]

Just want to send some appreciation your way for all the OFMD reblogs, and letting me, as your follower, audit your classes in OFMD University.

Well thank god at least one person is grateful instead of annoyed. I imagine most of my danmei followers like...the pirate will stop eventually, right?

[donvex]

Idk if I should ask you or futureboy or what, but if I were interested in writing a remix of your Battle Buddies fic, would that be kosher?

I think that question would definitely be better directed towards Rowan! They’re the author of the original fic, and I brought up my headcanon to them first before writing out that fixit.

Just on behalf of my portion of the writing, though, and assuming Rowan is okay with it, I think that’s totally fine so long as there’s some form of credit or link! It’s always an honor to inspire other people to write - after all, my response was inspired by Rowan and was me wanting to finally give something back to them - so I think it would be lovely to be able to pass that forward.  ♥

[fake-ahthetics]

Trevor headcanon: he was a kid on the streets of the city, either a runaway or orphaned. Started out picturing himself like Aladdin, just stealing to live. But then someone noticed him, trained him to pick a pocket, pick a lock, charm someone to distraction. He stumbled into crime, but it's something he's quietly good at. He's not in it for riches or glory, he's in it for security--because the fear of landing alone on the streets again follows him everywhere.

i dig it!

[biotic-commando]

Hello friend, I just raided your blog on a tumblr recommendation so I thought I should say hello, and thank you for the quality content and positivity about this game.

LOVELY MESSAGE ALERT!!!

Thanks so much for taking the time to say hello! Have a cute smiley Jaal!

Followed back from my main!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

me: see i dont know what the context for this is anymore but at least its always relevant

[mercyprotectionsquad]

Last night I was on qp attack on Route 66 and I was grouped up with a Widowmaker and a Junkrat from a previous match. They both had mics, but I didn't, but I could hear them. Enemy team had us stuck at spawn for a while, but I kept us alive long enough to get out, and knocked off a rez. Over the whole match, I fired off three rezzes, getting Widow every time (not intentionally, she was just usually there). They said, "Mercy, you're amazing!" every time. It was so sweet!

[riskystandard]

Have you done a general Peter Nureyev lockscreen? I think that would be just dandy for an iPhone 6s.

sometimes i wonder why i didn’t pick a fandom base that has actual pictures of characters to work with... then i remember that this is more fun

[redxluna]

Because I'm bored at work and I was just in the tag, here's a prompt: hitman au, "This was a mistake."

It wasn’t often, nowadays, that Ryan traveled for work. One of the perks of shifting into his role as a handler, after all, was that the bulk of his work could be done from the comfort of his own home. He only needed to put in the effort for assignments with as complex arrangements as this one. Not to mention that he was hardly put out over having to lounge about on a tropical island.

Or, at least, that was what he had been up to until Gavin’s earpiece fizzed out in the midst of a shrill ringing that almost wrecked Ryan’s eardrums. He couldn’t find anything useful on any of the cameras he had access to either---all civilians making a mess in their panic, nothing else.

He was half out of his chair, already reaching for the kit he kept ready in case emergencies required him back in the thick of things, when the communications channel sprang to life again.

“Sorry about that! Had to patch in through one of the cleaning staffs walkie-talkies. Not an easy task let me tell you... Ryan? Come on, don’t be already out---”

“I’m here.” Ryan slammed back down into his chair, gritting his teeth against how the rickety plastic groaned beneath him. “But that doesn’t mean I’m pleased about it. What the hell happened?” 

“There might have been a mistake?” Gavin said. “Mostly about how close you need to be to set off a proximity mine? But it’s fine, really! Took the target out still and everything!”

“Gavin.” Ryan reached up to press the earbud further into his ear, straining to pick up the ragged breaths Gavin was fighting to subdue. “Where were you hit?”

“Nowhere I can’t walk it off.” Gavin managed a strained laugh. “Well, actually, you be surprised how a bloody bit of jewelry can almost take out your knee if the chance is right. Still able to walk, though!”

“Can you get to me?” Ryan asked. He hated how heavy his fingers felt as he tugged out the modified first aid kit, cursing when the contents almost fell out altogether when he got it open.

“Please, love,” Gavin murmured, a smile warming his voice somehow even then, “as if anything could manage to stop that from happening.