Green Colored Everything

"I don't think you're coming at this problem from the right angle. Have you tried shooting arrows at it? That usually works for me." Indie Green Arrow/Oliver Queen rp blog. Please check the rules page.

[flylikearobin]

Jolly Holiday

This was definitely not his turf, but Dick still had a bit too much circus in him to really enjoy Gotham falls and winters.  Star City was much nicer, where the weather hit “crisp” but not “17 sweaters and still freezing”.  The one downside to the lovely place was that Nightwing was just not well known, and the buildings in the new sector were a little too spread out for easy swinging.  But, a primary word of a work vacation was vacation, so he could afford to have a little fun.

Queen Enterprises was in the new sector, all shining and gleaming buildings with no character–except for Queen Enterprises.  If there was one thing Oliver Queen knew, it was style.  After all, how else do you make a boxing glove arrow and have it actually work?

Some quick murmurs about an appointment got Dick as far as Oliver’s office and a touch of flirting with the receptionist got a call in to ask if Mr. Queen was available to see a “Robbie”.

[thequeenofstarcity]

Ollie knows he’s supposed to be doing something. He knows it from the way he’s been at a low level panic since he got into work this morning only to discover he had nothing on his schedule today. That feels just a little bit off to him. He is, theoretically the CEO of Queen Enterprises. Theoretically, because he’s pretty sure his secretary might actually run the company instead of him. He’ll have to check on that the next time a performance review comes up. Point is, he should have something to do, but he doesn’t, and he’s a little scared his secretary is going to kill him at the end of the day for being unproductive. 

So it’s a tangible sort of relief he feels when he gets a call from the receptionist asking if he’s available to meet with someone named Robbie. He’s absolutely sure he doesn’t actually know anyone by that name, but he waves them through anyways. 

He waits impatiently for his guest to make their appearance, wondering if maybe he had a meeting scheduled today and it just got lost with the rest of whatever he was supposed to be doing. He wonders if his secretary is plotting a tack over of the company. He should look into that. 

When his guest enters his office Ollie takes one look at him and snorts ungratefully. “Robbie huh?” He laughs “I didn’t realize you were going by that name now Dick. How tragic. You’ll have to send out for new monogrammed hankies now. Or is it bathrobes? I can never remember.” 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Are you done pretending yet? Are you done pretending you can cope with it when in fact, you absolutely can’t?

Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Short Stories Of Ernest Hemingway  (via peacable)

[thequeenofstarcity]

((Hey guess who’s re-purposing this blog again? It’s me. gonna move some stuff around and then I’ll probably start indie rping on here!))

[justsidestuff-blog]

Send 'Give me a kiss' and I'll generate a number (1-12)

First kiss

Loving kiss

Uncertain kiss

Cheeky kiss

Goodnight kiss

Angry kiss

Lustful kiss

Clumsy kiss

Chaste kiss

Surprise kiss

Desperate kiss

Last kiss

[thequeenofstarcity]

♦

Send me a ♦ and my muse has to tell their honest opinion about your muse

“What’s to say? She’s good at what she does, too good. But when she’s willing to play nice she’s good have at your back.” 

[thequeenofstarcity]

♦

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“Dick is uh, well. He’s flexible isn’t he? Who wouldn’t like him. We have some common interests and ideas. He’s really grown up to be a man I can relate to.” 

[thequeenofstarcity]

♦

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“Look, I don’t hate him. He’s done more for the people of earth than most of the Justice League combined. He’s a good hero, and if he gets a little heavy handed sometimes well, that’s why the rest of the League is here to pull him back isn’t it? I respect him. 

I’m jealous though, deep down, and a little bitter. Not over his powers or anything, it’s more personal than that. I’m jealous because Clark got Lex, and he didn’t even care. It just seems a little unfair you know? I can’t let it go.” 

[thequeenofstarcity]

♦

Send me a ♦ and my muse has to tell their honest opinion about your muse

“Peter? He’s a little shit, but he’s really not that bad. I’ll admit, I judged him by his uncle (and our terribly first meeting) at first, but he really exceeded expectations. He’s… a cute kid.” 

[lazybluemonkey]

Send me a ♦ and my muse has to tell their honest opinion about your muse

[hxxt-blog-deactivated20191014]

The 'yes or no' game.

[thequeenofstarcity]

You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

[thequeenofstarcity]

2, 5, 8

Anon Ask Game 2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be and what would you do?

"Kind of a cliche don’t you think? Dwelling on the crap I’ve done doesn’t exactly change that I did it. But fine, if I could change one thing I would go back in time and stop myself from falling off that damn boat. That’d pretty much fix all my problems, don’t you think? Maybe the new problems I’d have would be less stale."

5. Biggest what if?

"… What if I had had the courage to be the man I could have been. For all of them." 

8. Are you happy with yourself as a person?

"Sure. No point in being unhappy, now is there? It’s not good for your sleep to be kept awake stewing over your past. That’s why I don’t keep myself awake over it."

[thequeenofstarcity]

Do you think mistakes make a person? If so, what mistakes have made you?

Anon Ask Game 9. Do you think mistakes make a person? If so, what mistakes have made you?

"I don’t know if mistakes make every person, or if they should define you, but I’ve sure as hell built myself out of the ones I’ve made.” He smiles, tiny and bitter “I’ve made so many mistakes, I have so many regrets I could drown in them. But they’re my mistakes and I’ll be damned if I don’t own up to them.” 

[thequeenofstarcity]

((Probably not gonna do my drafts tonight guys, sorry!)) 

[weltenwellen]

There’s a storm inside of us. […] A burning. A river. A drive. An unrelenting desire to push yourself harder and further than anyone could think possible. Pushing ourselves into those cold, dark corners, where the bad things live. Where the bad things fight. We wanted that fight at the highest volume. A loud fight. The loudest, coldest, darkest, most unpleasant of the unpleasant fights.

Lone Survivor (2013)

[thequeenofstarcity]

I Heard You Like Fish Sticks || @trickyarrows

Another sip of water and another nervous flutter of his stomach as more time passed. Ollie didn't often frequent dinners like the one he was currently seated in, or restaurants in general really. He had briefly considered cooking dinner for Roy himself, but he felt that the situation called for it this time. If nothing else it would insure that things wouldn't get too heated if their conversation took a turn for the worst. It would all be worth it if they could finally talk though. 

His and Roy's relationship wasn't as bad as it could be, and had in fact been, but there were still things they didn't talk about. Things that weighed heavily on both of them, and sat stagnate in the air during their every interaction. The pressure to talk, to give voice to their grievances was like a physical presence in his chest. So no, while things weren't bad they needed to get better. This surely would not hold. 

Another minute, another sip of water, and Ollie hoped the fish sticks were as good as people said. 

[thequeenofstarcity]

The Most Annoying PA Ever || thejusticeyoudeserve

[thejusticeyoudeserve]

"I’m sorry, sir, that’s HR’s decision, not mine. I can transfer you if you like?" Don’t laugh. He forced his tone carefully calm and composed, though there was a grin on his face that he couldn’t have wiped away if he wanted to. It was rare that he got to do anything really fun anymore, so he would take his entertainment where he could get it.

He was about to ask if Ollie was still there when the man spoke again. “I understand, sir, but that isn’t my fault.” It was. “So there is no need to take it out on me.” There probably was. “Mr. Luthor’s schedule is quite full, as I can imagine you must understand. However, let me see if I can find an opening. Hold please.”

He hit the button before giving him a chance to get a word in, waiting several minutes, playing a few games of solitaire on the computer at his desk before picking up again. “I’m very sorry, but it would seem there’s no openings any time soon, I can pencil you in for a meeting… next September?” He bit his lip as he waited for the explosion on the other line.

[thequeenofstarcity]

Was that white noise? It had to be white noise, why else would there be a ringing in his ear that blocked all over sound. Or maybe it was just his temper imploding in on itself again. It was an easy mistake to make. He wasn't sure if he said anything while he was offline trying to compensate for the sudden rush of anger, but if he did it surely wasn't pleasant. 

Alright so all consuming anger (no matter how righteous) wasn't exactly the "air of professionalism" he was trying to go for. Time to cut his losses and go for a different approach then. 

"Okay." He said, calmly as he could "Alright. What does that walking bowling ball want? I know when I'm being conned kid, I don't care what he's running for his schedule is not booked up that far. So what does he want as compensation for meeting with me? I'm all ears." 

[tessfowler-deactivated20240203]

Green Arrow and his tiny ward. 9x12” copic marker and ink.

[thehappysorceress]

Oh, goodness. This is so perfectly perfect.