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HAIL AND WELL MET, MY DUDES. 

we’re a brand new small discord rp that focuses on the characters in the adventure zone: balance’s stolen century arc and you’ll never guess who we need to round out our group– just one taako. we’re a group of friends who have mixed experience with the podcast- some of us have listened to all of it, some of us only parts and some of us haven’t listened to any of it– whatever your exposure to the podcast, so long as you’re a chill pal who wants to explore this awesome found family and incredible story woven by our dungeon master and best friend, griffin mcelroy, we’d love for you to take a chance on us. 

you can check out our PLOT and FAQ for more info and if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ASK! you can find TAAKO’S skeleton bio as well as any of the others on our page and if you’re inspired, feel free to check out our APP. 

let’s roll initiative.

[thisarsenal]

“Okay, but if you turn the lights off for this playthrough, I’m not being held accountable for anything I do when spooked.”

fluff n’ stuff starters | always accepting@featheredfury

                 “You have to turn off the lights according to Gar— that’s what adds to the whole atmosphere.” He held his hands up as if in surrender, “Look, I don’t make the rules, I just follow ‘em. Besides, I’ve already hidden most of what could be used as a weapon.” Most. Because Kendra was like him— — incredibly resourceful. “Just… don’t break the screen or my face and we should be good.” Everything else would heal or could be easily replaced, right? 

[thisarsenal]

joshwashua:

“love at first sight? aha no you misheard i said love at first fight as in we punched each other until we got tired and decided to bang.”

[thisarsenal]

otpdisaster:

Person A patching up or changing the dressing on Person B’s severe burn wound with no anesthetic. Person B’s most effective pain reliever during the process is burying their face into Person A’s shoulder.

[themusicismymasterr]

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Thunderstruck - AC/DC (The Razors Edge, 1990)

[thisarsenal]

mathematicsandmonet:

@thisarsenal gets unwanted fashion advice from Jac

She probably shouldn’t interfere. In fact, she really shouldn’t. But…someone’s gotta tell him that color clashes. “Excuse me?” Giving the man a little wave and a smile, she points to the shirt and jacket combo he’s comparing. “Sorry, but I had to step in…that does not go together…like, at all. Especially not with your hair color.” Jac gives him a sheepish look and shrugs. “Figured someone should tell you.”

                 Out of all the things Roy had expected to come out of her mouth after she waved and smiled, that was probably the second to last thing he had expected. His eyes dropped down to the bright orange shirt in question then lifted back up to the woman, a small frown creasing his brows. There would be no living with Lian after this. “My five year old said the same thing,” he admitted, “She made me stay at the curb and not walk her up to school this morning.” Fingers plucked at the shirt and his nose crinkled, “It’s not that bad.” 

[thisarsenal]

youllneverwin:

@thisarsenal said: “Careful, old man- get that heart pumping too fast and you might give yourself a coronary.”

“My, my, Aresenal…if you were half as talented at spitting clever remarks out than you are at fighting, I might actually be w o r r i e d. Lucky for you, I don’t have time to waste on Green Arrow’s little mascot.”

                   It grates on his nerves in the way he knows it’s supposed to, being reduced yet an extension of G.A even though the two of them haven’t run together for a long time. Like he wasn’t a hero in his own right— — dammit. “Haven’t been G.A’s anything for a while,” he says smoothly, thumb running down the fletching of the arrow he has notched, “Looks like that senility is becoming a problem, Slade.” 

[thisarsenal]

captain-atom:

@thisarsenal

“Wish I could introduce myself under better circumstances, kid–”

               “Well, honestly they could be worse—” his bowstring twanged and an arrow sailed before Roy turned to smile grimly at Captain Atom, “We get out of here alright, remind me to buy you a beer and we can reintroduce on— better terms.” 

[aquarad-a]

                   fish out of water

[thisarsenal]

ok so before i start crackin down on replies and such i gotta share a story about my smol

ok so my six year old is doing taekwando. tonight they were teaching them some defensive blocks and stuff and spent a lot of time focusing on ‘the person who grabs you is most likely going to be bigger than you. if you can’t break out of their hold, you need to scream and hit and kick and do whatever you can to be noticed.’ and the told the kids about not screaming for ‘help’ but to scream ‘fire’ or ‘fight’ to get attention. and it’s something i was reiterating with my kiddo on the drive home. 

so it’s time for him to get in the bathtub to get ready for bed and i’m sitting on the couch and the door to the bathroom is closed but i just keep hearing this muffled sound of his voice. i’m hard of hearing in one ear so it’s not uncommon for him to be calling for me or something and i don’t hear it. but it’s the same thing over and over so i stand up to see if he’s ‘mom’-ing me when i hear ‘FIRE FIRE FIRE’ over and over. so i rush in to see if he’s okay because i just got done telling him if he needs help not to call for help but to call out ‘fire/fight’. 

so i fling open the door and he’s just sitting in the bathtub with his toys and i’m like, “everything okay???” 

and he just grins and, “yep! i’m just practicing!” 

a+ on the practicing the right word but dang thx for the tiny heart attack, kiddo. 

[thisarsenal]

okay so i gotta take my smol to taekwando but when i get back i’ll be answering/replying to stuff !! 

[illegalsoma]

DONT TRUST GUYS THAT WEAR LEATHER JACKETS YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE AND YOU WILL DIE

[thisarsenal]

i’ve decided i’m gonna start doing this thing where if i see a mutual reblog an inbox meme and even if i’ve never talked to you, i’m gonna send u a meme. especially if ur someone i’ve wanted to talk to but never have. so if i randomly show up in ur inbox with a meme, this is why. 

[goldschronicle-a-blog]

[thisarsenal]

goldschronicle:

         Guy Gardner : The only key to living forever  — is not being forgotten.

[thisarsenal]

continued from [ x ] ➸  @crowbarboy​

Jason was gone. But his pants and the heavy boots he wore were still on the rooftop where Roy had left him to chase the asshole who had hit him down. Confusion didn’t even begin to cover it when Roy started tracking the former robin. It was strange— Jason was incredibly good at covering his tracks but the signs that trailed from the forgotten pants weren’t hidden at all. And were too... small. It didn’t take long to pin down but the second that he did, Roy have even more questions and absolutely no answers.

Tiny. Practically swimming in the jacket and body armored shirt but without a doubt Jason. Roy couldn’t help but stand frozen, gaping at the child. He was even smaller than he had been when Bruce made him Robin. The small and almost heartbroken sob had his own heart twisting in his chest and he took a few steps closer, alerting the little one to his presence. Big eyes filled with fear and Roy’s hands immediately went up in the universal gesture of ‘i’m not a threat’. Keeping his movements slow, Roy moved to kneel in the dirty street, hands still held up around his shoulders. 

“It’s alright,” he said, making no further movement towards Jason, keeping his voice soft, “It’s alright— I’m not gonna hurt you, buddy.” Roy swallowed, unsure of where to go from there before settling on, “Do you know who I am?” 

[thisarsenal]

continued from [ x ] ➸ @thedemonsdaughter

“Yeah, alright— had you been so helpful as to throw in the information that we were going to frickin’ Siberia, I would have been better prepared,” Roy grumbled mostly to himself, shoving his hand under his arm, feeling the chill even through his suit. His eyes watched Talia as she stood and made some sort of gesture to the jeeps that trailed behind them, arching a brow at her curiously when she settled back in her seat. 

“No promises,” he deadpanned, though the news of a safehouse did have his focus shifted from somewhere other than his chilled fingers. Once there, it would be easier to regroup. 

[thisarsenal]

fingerstriiped:

@thisarsenal liked for a starter!

his legs curl over the edge of the railing, cold metal digging into the backs of his knees. how long he’s been hanging here, he isn’t sure. but the blood has long since rushed to his head. body twisting to the side, he grabs the rail with one hand, stretching his muscles without actually dropping from his perch. the burn of stretching sends a sigh of pleasure from him and he twists to the other side. 

the sound of someone coming up the stairs makes him pause. a familiar scrape of boots against metal has him curling up, sliding off the rail and on to the landing. red hair, the curve of a bow slung over one shoulder… 

“roy!” he exclaims cheerfully, bouncing forward. “you’re back. took you long enough. hey, i need to ask you something. got a minute?”

it’s been a long night.

it’s been a long night but the bone deep weariness and soreness in his muscles is oddly welcome. it’s the sort of feeling that points to a successful night and a job well done and honestly, it’s been a while since he’s had that. the last few missions he’s gone on have ended up in dead-ended chases. it’s nice to be able to put this one in the ‘win’ column. 

he sees the dark head before he sees the rest of dick stretched out over the railing. ( acrobatic little shit ) and it’s thought that’s tinged with fondness and when dick comes curling back over the railing and onto the solid ground, roy’s mouth is actually curled in a slight smile. 

“someone’s gotta pick up the slack while you’re just hanging around,” he teases. dick worked harder than any of them— honestly, he’s surprised that donna or wally actually got him to take a night off. ( if he actually did and hasn’t just made his way back before anyone noticed he was gone. ) a ginger brow bounces on his forehead, “oh? what’s up?”