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independent roleplay blog for stewart carter winthrop iii ghoul private and selective read first///thread tracker

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the face u make sliding into sbs dms

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sometimes i have great icons like

and then other times it’s just. this.

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the face u make sliding into sbs dms

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@90superboy​

“you again.”

oh, dear. he doesn’t sound too terribly happy about that, does he?

“if you’re here to arrest me, i’m afraid to say i’m not actually doing anything wrong. this is an entirely legal venture.”

[puppeteeriing-deactivated202501]

Send ☮ and a url, and I’ll write positivity about that blog!

There has been some hate blogs about fandoms popping up recently. let’s show them who’s boss.

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overwatch starters

❝  i play to win. ❞  ❝  this is my curse. ❞  ❝  wait for me! ❞  ❝  your mother would’ve been proud of you. ❞ ❝  let us hope for a different outcome. ❞  ❝  sorry it’s such a mess in here. i-i wasn’t expecting company. ❞ ❝  this is going to make you feel better. ❞ ❝  the true enemy of humanity is disorder. ❞  ❝  a steady blade balances the soul. ❞  ❝  this is just like old times. ❞  ❝  even here i feel an outcast. ❞  ❝  think you can do my job, do you… ❞ ❝  all eyes on me! ❞  ❝  ooh, this is my jam. ❞ ❝  got your aim from your mom, i see. ❞ ❝  i’ll feast on your soul. ❞  ❝  cheers, love! the cavalry’s here! ❞  ❝   our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞  ❝   we could’ve built an empire together. ❞  ❝   ah. just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞  ❝  this time, stay down. ❞  ❝  can i get your autograph? ❞ ❝  why are you so angry? ❞ ❝  ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞  ❝  i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞  ❝  over my dead body. ❞  ❝   i’m on top of the world! ❞ ❝  i’m patched up. ❞  ❝  kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞ ❝   what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me? ❞  ❝   aren’t you warm wearing all that? ❞  ❝  can’t stop, won’t stop. ❞ ❝  i’ll race ya! ❞ ❝   mock death at your own peril. ❞  ❝  this time, i will finish the job. ❞  ❝  death is an illusion. ❞ ❝  look at this team! we’re gonna do great. ❞ ❝  i am beyond redemption. ❞ ❝   it looks like we will be working together. ❞  ❝   you’ve rescued me again. ❞  ❝  i will not be defeated so easily. ❞ ❝  treasure? s-sure, i don’t know anything you’re talking about. ❞  ❝  so this is what has become of you? a pity.❞ ❝  you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞  ❝  i miss him greatly. ❞  ❝  there is nowhere to hide. ❞  ❝  whatcha’ lookin’ at? ❞  ❝  woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞ ❝  that was your dream, not mine. ❞  ❝  what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞  ❝  hehe, there’s something on your dress.. ❞  ❝  you have been judged! ❞ ❝   i have the upper hand this time. ❞  ❝  traitor! ❞ ❝  you will never amount to anything! ❞ ❝  i’ve got my eye on you. ❞ ❝  lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞ ❝  the heart of a man still beats inside of me. ❞  ❝  stay out of trouble. ❞ ❝  step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. ❞ ❝  one shot, one kill. ❞ ❝  don’t think i’m happy about that. ❞  ❝  now this place? makes me wanna be an atheist. ❞ ❝  our world is worth fighting for. ❞ ❝  you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret? ❞ ❝  ooooh, shiny! ❞ ❝  oh, did that sting? ❞ ❝  heroes never die. ❞ ❝  where does it hurt? ❞ ❝  you’re just a no-good bully. ❞ ❝  i’m a one-man apocalypse. ❞ ❝  you should look somewhere else. ❞ ❝  you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞ ❝  i learned that from my brother. ❞  ❝  i hope nobody saw that. ❞ ❝  on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞ ❝  i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always. ❞ ❝  this was once my home. no longer. ❞ ❝  sorry! sorry, i’m sorry. sorry. ❞ ❝  i remember being here. it was good for my tan. ❞ ❝  wish i’d practice my japanese more, konichiwa! ❞ ❝  you need a time out. ❞  ❝  you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞ ❝  guess we know who’s really on top, don’t we? ❞ ❝  with every death, comes honor. with honor, redemption. ❞ ❝  a punishment for your crimes. ❞  ❝  i will be on my best behaviour. ❞ ❝  you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞ ❝  people should be free. ❞  ❝  you were never my equal. ❞ ❝  death walks among you. ❞  ❝   last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion. ❞  ❝   you can’t be serious. ❞  ❝   they’re back. ❞  ❝   armor? how positively primitive. ❞ ❝   now this is my kinda city, everyone’s free to live as they choose. ❞ ❝   you need a time out. ❞  ❝   die! die! die! ❞  ❝   to think i would have to work with a street ruffian. ❞  ❝   death comes. ❞  ❝   one of these days someone is gonna to put an end to you. ❞  ❝   that which doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.. ❞ ❝   well. you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya? ❞ ❝   aren’t you supposed to be dead? ❞ ❝  i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞ ❝   sleep. ❞ ❝  never liked you much. ❞ ❝  never leave a teammate behind. ❞ ❝  together we are strong. ❞ ❝  you won’t get rid of me that easily. ❞ ❝  i don’t even think children are afraid of you. ❞ ❝  i taught you everything you know. ❞ ❝  it’s hard to just sit around knowing there’s someone out there that needs to be blown up. ❞ ❝  i’ll put an end to your sad story. ❞ ❝  you havin’ trouble keeping up? ❞ ❝  i have destroyed more of your kind than i can count. ❞ ❝ it’s a perfect day for some mayhem. ❞ ❝  we’re all soldiers now. ❞ ❝  give me your best shot. ❞ ❝   you knew exactly what were you doing. ❞ ❝   knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up. ❞ ❝   you always did have a high opinion of yourself. ❞ ❝   i’m not a young man anymore. ❞ ❝  still trying to play hero? ❞ ❝  i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞ ❝  this is no place for children. ❞ ❝  the world could always use more heroes. ❞ ❝  looked in a mirror lately? ❞ ❝  Me one, bad guys zero. ❞ ❝  i’m gonna have to shoot you down. ❞ ❝  this old dog has learned a few tricks. ❞ ❝  another one off the list. ❞ ❝  i love your glasses, so cute! ❞ ❝  if at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞ ❝  that’s for my family back home! ❞ ❝  i’ve got you in my sights. ❞ ❝  i’m the one who does his job. i’m thinking… you’re the other one. ❞ ❝   you weren’t given those guns to toss them away like trash. ❞ ❝   i will protect the innocent. ❞ 

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“why i wasn’t here? well, i got thrown in jail, so there’s that.”

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as halloween grows nearer he grows stronger...

[difficultsuggestions]

Grow from the dirt that they left you in

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like i said, kid

            we’re in this together

{ character aesthetic for @xghouliisms for trick or treat

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Tagged by @askcecewells​

INSTRUCTIONS: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your mp3 player, itunes, spotify, etc. on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and then tag 10 people, no skipping!

run to you-ptx

hellbent-mystery skulls

got that fire-royal tailor

haunted-shirk

green lights-temposhark

supermassive black hole-muse

the greatest show unearthed-creature feature

contagious- II night riots II

river below-billy talent

take on me-nsp cover

Tagging: @90superboy @freezerburninc

[dailyholzer]

dying and coming back gives you considerable perspective

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[ lynns ]:

“Twenty should be a couple months’ worth, so that works. You’ve got all the contacts?” He assumed Ghoul was well connected. How else could one scrawny kid barely old enough to have clawed his way out of high school have taken the Gotham drug world by storm without getting himself shot? But Garfield– well, he had some special connections. There wasn’t a drug baron or chemical conglomerate in Gotham that didn’t owe him a favor, or a lot of money that was past due. That was one of the benefits of having a flexible morality determined by the size of your paycheck.

He could have made the stuff himself– in fact, he usually made it himself– if not for the fact that the heat was on at the moment. The moment he started throwing his name around to get the materials he needed, the Bat would be on him.

“There’s a cell number on there, too. That’s the number you’ll need to call if you run into any snags, or when it’s time for the drop.”

well... ghoul was well-connected, about fifty years into the future. all his contacts were still in diapers right now. he’s been dumped into the past with no connections, a hastily scraped-up hideout, and if the legends are to be believed-- a genuinely ruthless vigilante that’s less likely to talk and more likely to move on right to breaking things.

ghoul does not want to cross him. it sends an icy shiver up his back to think of having to deal with him.

--the number. he reads it off to himself.

“thank you. it shouldn’t take too long to gather materials. i’ll see you in-- three weeks.”

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[ lynns ]:

“I’ve got something even better in mind, actually.”

As he spoke, Garfield hit a couple of the clasps on his suit, the breastplate popping away from the back mount. He carefully disconnected the fuel lines for his laser gauntlets, too– as a show of good will. It was a complicated process, but after a couple of minutes the top half of his suit was sitting against the wall, his mask and gauntlets perched jauntily on top of the breast plate, leaving him in his undersuit– a skin tight basic black number that kept the hot metal and rough edges from doing serious damage to him.

He retrieved the storage compartment from the back of his suit and popped it open, holding it out for Ghoul’s inspection like an illicit suitcase. It certainly had the same contents– cash. Quite a lot of it, as well as a handwritten note penned in his own loose scrawl– a very complicated looking formula and prep instructions for a nitrogen-based coolant.

“It’s not exactly speedballs, granted, but my boss is willing to pay big bucks for a big drop of this stuff. Half up front.”

ghoul leaned against his desk as garfield busied himself with the process of becoming more man than machine and weapon. not that he wasn’t interested-- rather, the carefully gauged disinterest masked how adeptly he studied the way it came off. each clasp, fuel line, and minuscule movement needed to detach them.

he’s quite fit. what ghoul originally guessed to be padding ended up actually being muscle. garfield presents the storage compartment for ghoul to examine (and it’s certainly impressive).

that’s pizza and chemicals for a month. mostly chemicals.

he nods and takes the prep information. “looks relatively complex. and how much does he need? i can get about twenty fluid ounces to you in...” he thinks. it’s the calculations of how much he’ll need that’s troublesome. “three weeks. is that quick enough? downgrading the size will shorten it.” and upgrading the size will lengthen it. he’s expecting garfield to extrapolate that himself.

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Medival AU

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it  

son of a courtesan and a duke, ended up being raised as a bastard.

killed his own father by getting work in his house as a servant. around twelve at this time.

gets in league with magic-users, and proves himself useful as an informant for the scummy side of cities.

acts as a recruiter for them too, hangs out at a roadside tavern and tells stories to the merchants and soldiers who stop by... and hears stories of his own, so when they tell of magic it gets investigated.

no qualms about crossdressing and infiltrating to get what he wants. he’s been ‘killed’ so many times that he has separate identities.

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Hogwarts/ Magic Au (i just want to know how our spoooky boy would handle spoooky powers)

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it  

yall might think slytherin but NO this boy’s a ravenclaw to the bone-- a lot of his friends are in slytherin, though.

makes friendly with the potions professor, pores through the books; he’s studious and takes his work seriously, and never turns in anything under e quality.

his patronus is a red tailed hawk; he has a hard time summoning it but when he can? it’s extremely strong.

his wand is ash, 10 1/2 inches, dragon heartstring, unyielding.

his pet is a cat. he loves it very much, but it goes after owls in the owlery.

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[ lynns ]:

Firefly walked with a confident swagger that was only slightly– slightly– hindered by the fact that the giant glowing tank on his back threw off his center of gravity something fierce.

“Relaaax, kiddo.” He popped his mask off, tucking it into the crook of his arm. “It’s not my first time at the rodeo; I’ve been in a drug lab before. I know not to touch anything.” He even put his hands up as best he could, to show his good intentions– or the closest things someone like him could have to good intentions.

“Can’t a guy just pop in for a nice friendly chat? I mean, we’re practically neighbors.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his own current place to crash, definitely not naming any names.

“kiddo. right.” he shuts the folder he’s been searching in; sometimes, peptide bonds just didn’t cooperate. (artificial steroids, for those assholes who got a kick out of swollen muscles) luckily, garfield isn’t like that. too much bulk and he’d drop right out of the air... ghoul thinks.

not that he’s scrawny.

whatever.

“neighbors? with talk like that, i expect a welcome basket the next time you visit.” he’s teasing now. “it would be for the best if you removed your tank. flying isn’t required here.”

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20's mobster au!

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it  

classy mob hitman. poisons people, per usual.

he’s younger here. his parents are both into the mob, firmly entrenched, and both hold respectable positions. he learned how to play dumb early.

he learned how to kill early, too. he first killed a man when he was ten; he put bleach in his drink once he was totally plastered, because he saw a gun in his pocket and knew he was there to target ghoul’s parents; if he told them, it would cause a fuss. so he took care of it.

his parents did get the muzzle end of a gun in a police raid. ghoul, thirteen at the time, hid under a table until the police left, and then he fled.

he ran straight to the mob higher-ups, who took him under their wing and groomed him to be their assassin, due to his cute looks, good breeding, and incredible nasty streak-- and his loyalty.