shrewd-and-knavish-sprite:

 Robin Goodfellow || Puck || FC: Tanner Patrick 
➟ Independent Robin Goodfellow | Puck RP blog
➟ Iron Fey based, with some influences from ‘A Midsummer Nights Dream’ 
➟ Over 10 years role-playing experience (old mun is gettin’ old) 
➟ Multi-verse, Multi-ship 
➟ Open to AUs, Crossovers, and OCs 
➟ Para preferred, but gif or icon-based threads accepted 
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shrewd-and-knavish-sprite:

 Robin Goodfellow || Puck || FC: Tanner Patrick

Independent Robin Goodfellow | Puck RP blog

➟ Iron Fey based, with some influences from ‘A Midsummer Nights Dream’

Over 10 years role-playing experience (old mun is gettin’ old)

Multi-verse, Multi-ship

Open to AUs, Crossovers, and OCs

Para preferred, but gif or icon-based threads accepted

Home || About || Ask

reblogged 3 months ago @ 17 Apr 2014 with 15 notes via/source

So Charles is finally starting to stir again — yay! — though I should warn everyone that I will be quite selective with the people I reply to until he fully wakes up. I’m also going to consider cutting some threads, just to clear some space in my head.

It’s my partner’s birthday tomorrow and then I have twoooo weeeeeeks off work. Hopefully I’ll get lots of drafts done over that time, and I’m still having loads of fun on Robbie and Falcon

and I’m also trying really hard not to make a blog for Puck and Ash from the Iron Fey books, or Jesse from Breaking Bad because no nope not gonna happen

Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me during Charles’ hiccough. It means a lot. You guys are the best.

I’ll be back soon, loves!

posted 3 months ago @ 10 Apr 2014 with 11 notes
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prettykittyofbayville:

                                                                                                 ---❝ Maybe it's who you're meant to be.❞
Independent RP blog for Kitty Pryde of X-Men Evolution             { Will do Wolverine and the X-Men || MCU on request }

⊗ — Multi-verse || Multiship⊗ — Welcomes well-developed OCs || askbox interaction⊗ — Will RP with most fandoms || has verses for many of them || willing to add more⊗ — NSFW and triggers are very rare but tagged⊗ — Prefers to RP with icons (lazy bastard) but also does para || multi-para || one-liners || gif || (really any style)⊗ — 7+ years writing fanfiction || 1 year on tumblr⊗ — Follow back likely but not guaranteed⊗ — University student with a varying schedule || patience sometimes required⊗ — Loves talking ooc || Skype & Kik available on request (for mutuals)
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prettykittyofbayville:

                                                                                                 ---❝ Maybe it's who you're meant to be.❞

Independent RP blog for Kitty Pryde of X-Men Evolution 
{ Will do Wolverine and the X-Men || MCU on request }

⊗ — Multi-verse || Multiship
⊗ — Welcomes well-developed OCs || askbox interaction
⊗ — Will RP with most fandoms || has verses for many of them || willing to add more
⊗ — NSFW and triggers are very rare but tagged
⊗ — Prefers to RP with icons (lazy bastard) but also does para || multi-para || one-liners || gif || (really any style)
⊗ — 7+ years writing fanfiction || 1 year on tumblr
⊗ — Follow back likely but not guaranteed
⊗ — University student with a varying schedule || patience sometimes required
⊗ — Loves talking ooc || Skype & Kik available on request (for mutuals)

                                                       [ home ] [ rules ] [ verses ] [ ask

reblogged 3 months ago @ 10 Apr 2014 with 21 notes via/source
roleplayerscoffeeshop:

I love my role play partners that stay with me and don’t stop writing with me when my writing is at my worst.

roleplayerscoffeeshop:

I love my role play partners that stay with me and don’t stop writing with me when my writing is at my worst.

reblogged 3 months ago @ 05 Apr 2014 with 1,485 notes via/source

Hey, guys!

Gah, I’m really sorry about my sparse, rather shitty replies lately — Charles muse has decided he wants to curl up and sleep for a while, and ignores the kicks I keep giving him. I’m not going to force it, as I might have at one time; I’ll only dig myself deeper that way, and you guys don’t deserve crappy, lack-luster replies. Charles will play when he wants to (but don’t worry, he’ll be back!).

Until then, you can find me on my OC’s page, and on Falcon from time to time. I’ll most likely be spending the night with those guys, and will try poking Charles again in the morning n_n

If you’d like to chat on skype, please send me your username in an ask (on Robbie or Falcon, so I don’t miss it tonight).

Take care! I’ll be back soon!

posted 3 months ago @ 03 Apr 2014 with 3 notes

aphoenixwithin:

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Jean pursed her lips to try and contain the blissful laughter that wanted to escape her painted lips. The amount of restraint that was currently going down with his face and body was more than a little hilarious, her body twitched and tingled as his simmering gaze lingered over her.

Pale flesh was begging to be touched… caressed to be roughly tugged and pulled as he succumbed her to brink over and over again.

Both a bark and a surprised cackle exploded from Jean’s lips as he harshly pulled her down the bed. Not exactly the tousled friction she was hoping for.. but y’know. Gaping up at the mastered telepath, the mutant’s previous coy smile turned to a thin smile and a harsh frown. Her eyes squinted up at him as she crossed her arms and pouted like a small child.

You wouldn’t dare…” Her voice was low and dangerous as she challenged him.

"Wouldn’t I?" Charles countered, arching an eyebrow in pointed challenge. "Well, let’s just see about that."

Releasing Jean’s ankles, he marched to the pile of clothing on the chair and snatched up a warm woollen cardigan. Holding it open, he advanced on the younger telepath as though hoping to catch a fleeing bird with a blanket. Slow, wary steps, his voice soothing as he said, “Just relax and make this easy on yourself.”

Perhaps physically wrestling Jean into some winter clothing was a little excessive, but if it would get her outside and into some much-needed fresh air, then it would be worth the struggle. He so hated seeing her cooped up inside, alone and seemingly fearful of the world around her. A bird so beautiful really ought to soar free.

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mdbraelyn:

Why had she done this again? It sounded fun at the time~ Braelyn offered the people at the sign in table a shy smile and nodded as they directed her to the room that she would be in with… her “test partner”. Is that what they called them? Looking around the warmly painted hallway, she thought of what the flyer had read.

'You! Wanna be apart of something? An exciting new movement is sweeping the nation~ Meet new people, make new friends… or even just do something new with old friends!' It proceeded to talk about a new study of placing strangers in rooms together to experience a first kiss. The only comfort she took was it was monitored and the people where “checked”. Whatever that meant. 

Opening the door to the room, she found it was just as warmly painted and even had a couch to sit on. Before Braelyn shut the door, a woman came back with a clipboard, smiling at her. “Miss?”

"Yes?" The redhead turned, her face coloring slightly. 

"You’ll be partnered with a…" She checked her papers. "With Charles. He’ll be here shortly." The woman smiled politely and continued on her way. So Braelyn shut the door and sat on the couch, trying to steady her heartbeat while she waited. Charles…

Never again, Charles hissed to himself as he pushed open the door of the television studio, would he be idiotic enough to make a bet with Alex bloody Summers.

It had started innocently enough, with a joint jogging session around the school grounds. Charles had soon noticed the way Alex continuously pushed ahead, always a step or two in front of the telepath. As a man with more pride than sense it seemed, Charles had accepted the unspoken challenge, forcing his legs to pump harder, run faster over the crunching gravel driveway. Eventually, Alex had called a contest, the two of them sprinting toward an imaginary finish-line between two potted plants. Perhaps Charles would have won — if he hadn’t tripped and sprawled face-first amongst the pebbles, grazing his knees and thoroughly denting his ego in the process.

After ample consideration, Alex had presented Charles with his forfeit: a simple poster looking for applicants in a social study. It was only after reading the small print that Charles discovered the little gem about kissing a total stranger.

And now here he was, three days later, his shoes loud on the polished flooring of the studio. A smiling receptionist ticked his name from a register and showed him through to a small, starkly bare room holding only a video camera

— and a girl.

Her crimson hair stood vivid against the white walls, the flash of her eyes like jewels set in smooth porcelain; Charles swallowed hard, offering a friendly smile as he stepped further into the room.

Maybe he owed Alex a fruit basket.

"Good morning," his greeted warmly, his movements perhaps a little more awkward than they would have been should the two of them have met in a bar. At least in the outside world there would be some flirting involved, an exchange of banter and background information before the potential for a kiss arose. Here, it was expected, was the whole purpose of their being there — he couldn’t help but feel a little out of his depth.

"I’m Charles." Holding out a hand, Charles brushed the edges of the girl’s conscience, plucking a name from the smooth blend of thought and emotion held within. "It’s a pleasure to meet you; Braelyn, was it?"

reblogged 3 months ago @ 02 Apr 2014 with 4 notes via/source
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masterof-magnetism:

What am I doing here? Erik repeated to himself over and over again, while he made his way to the mansion, the place that provided him a safe place to live for a short period of time, though that was the only place where he felt safe for more than twenty years, also the only place where he learned to control his gift by finding the true focus between rage and serenity. But even more important than that, he found a man who considered him as a friend, the same man who saved his life when he tried to sink Shaw’s submarine, and the same man who provided him that home. The only man who treated him as an equal. The same man Erik betrayed on Cuba, and left half-paralized in the sand without saying a word.

After Emma noticed Erik about the lack of activity from the recently formed X-Men team, he couldn’t help himself but feel curious about it, though he tried to ignore that feeling at first. But  what he never expected, especially after how everything ended the last time they saw each other, was receiving a letter from Sean expressing worry about the Professor, telling him about the poor conditions he was living even inside the mansion, and more details that Erik couldn’t help himself but feel something that he didn’t exactly know how to describe. The only thing he knew was that he needed to visit the mansion soon, though he knew he was not welcome there anymore.

 

And there he was. After waiting for a few minutes, he decided that it wasn’t the best option to just knock out the door like if anything was going on. Also, it wasn’t on his plans to argue with Hank or Alex. Perhaps Sean was the only one willing to help him, if he sent him the letter. But none of those were options, especially at midnight. He did the best as he could to manipulate the metal parts of the doors silently, walking through the hallways until he was in front of the door he remembered was Charles’ room. He needed to see if everything on the letter was correct. He opened the door slowly,  having his helmet on just in case.

Charles may not have been able to read or otherwise touch Erik’s mind, but that wasn’t to say that he didn’t pick up on the man’s presence the moment he passed the outer perimeter of the school. A deep, echoing darkness stood where life should have pulsed and churned, waves of shifting colour buried beneath a sterile, unnatural void. Charles could almost taste the sharp taint of metal as he pressed against that all-too-familiar emptiness, bitter in his mouth like the coppery twist of dried blood.

Erik. He’d wondered how long it would take before his old friend paid him a visit. Sean hadn’t mentioned the letter, nor had Charles stopped him from sending it — a sick, desperate part of him wanted to see Erik, wanted to see if the face of the terrorist splashed over the world’s newspapers and television broadcasts was really that of the man he had once taken beneath his wing, sat in this very room and played endless games of chess with until the fire had reduced to smouldering cinders.

The seat of his wheelchair keeping his back stiff and straight, Charles didn’t bother to turn toward the door as it swung open. Of course he was still awake, only the dark shadows beneath his eyes betraying his bone-deep fatigue. His hair hung long and unkempt, clothing rumpled despite his inability to move more than his upper body.

"Erik," he spoke almost conversationally, though his words were edged with ice. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

reblogged 3 months ago @ 02 Apr 2014 with 2 notes via/source