#rp reply

Reserved rp with @demonsofoda

It's been such a long time, even among many sorcerers that do their daily missions from time to time. However over time, the missions have gotten more tougher and tougher that one day.....

The highers ups have crossed the line.......

“pardon,” jeanne-marie sighs. “there’s only so much one can extrapolate from ‘the beaubier’ when there’s two of us.”

“correct,” she leaves it there, fully aware that emma frost certainly knows more than she lets on; while the twins may have been granted seniority in their mentoring ranks, they are by no means at the top of the x-hierarchy — which, in considering of her days as a leading member of the alpha flight, might not be the worst thing in of itself. “for students and peers.”

good thing her hair is covered, because losing her composure early on would be a damn shame — and even if she can control her facial expression, which has remained unwavering in its professional neutrality, her ears are another thing, twitching at the utterance of ‘attitude’, as if aurora is the only one here with issues.

either way, it’s a pointless fight to even consider in the first place, telepaths and all. jeanne-marie supposes getting the hell out of her as soon as possible is her only salvation.

Too old..?

warnings: p in v, I wrote with age gap in mind but not specifically stated, slight profanity.

Author’s note: Based on the “are you okay?” Interview with Johnny Knoxville.

You and your husband Johnny have been in New York City for the past couple of days, promoting the “Jackass: Last and best” movie. You two had been having a great time so far. You got to watch his interviews, and walk around the city.

While walking one day, he got stopped for a TikTok interview called “Are you okay?” Where the interviewer would ask a few questions and then give them a score of “okay” or “not okay.”

It started off lighthearted, asking about weird fan interactions, but there was one question that upset him a bit. The interviewer asked him about crazy DMs and comments. He replied, saying that he had gotten some mean ones, but he just tried to ignore them.

That’s when she said “I thought that you would’ve said that people were like, horned out..”, surprised at his answer. “That hasn’t happened in years.” He replied, brushing the comment off.

You didn’t think anything about it, but when you got back to the air bnb you were staying at, he started to act a bit off. You noticed, walking into the living room and sitting down on the sofa behind him.

“What’s wrong Johnny..?” You asked softly, and his eyes softened, turning to you. “Oh, it’s nothing sugar..” He replied, but you didn’t believe him one bit. “Really baby, you know you can tell me anything.” He sighed, giving in. “Its just.. I don’t feel like I’m attractive anymore..” he mumbled.

“is this about this stupid interview..?” You inquired gently. “I guess it is. I mean, I’m getting older, I just feel like I’m not hot anymore..”

“Not hot..?” You asked, as if it was ridiculous. “You are the most attractive man I’ve ever seen..” His face lightened. “Really, you mean, I’m not to old..?”

That’s when you make the move, straddling his waist, grinding lightly. “Too old..? Johnny, I can just look at you and I’m wet..” you murmur, hands trailing down to his belt, undoing it.

“You want me to show you just how sexy I think you are..? cause I can think of a lot of ways..” You coo, as you continue to undress him, as well as yourself. He couldn’t say anything, just sitting there like an idiot, but that was your idiot. Your stupid, insanely attractive idiot, completely unaware of how hot he was.

When you sink down onto him you throw your head back in pleasure, each inch standing you further and further into euphoria. He let out a small groan, eyes rolling back. “My man..” you whimper softly, hips beginning to roll as his instinctively buck forward. “Mine.. ah.. s-so sexy..”

You move your hands to his hair, tugging on the silver locks gently. “Baby- I’m gonna-” he whimpered pathetically. God, you loved it when he was like this, all soft and pliant. “Go ahead Johnny.. give it to me..”

When it happens, all you can do is sit there and pant, burying your head in his neck..

“Love you..” he breathes out.

…

You’re lucky I managed to reduce the charges to a couple thousand dollars and a few months, including parole. Any other person would have you let you rot here for 9 years.

Finley Lucero

Head File and Document Manager of Gotham City Police Department’s Case Management.

“Cops aren’t corruptible my arse. Well, I’ll still have to call the admiral but… it’s nice to have blackmail ‘n me."

Documenting his own highly illegal actions was cute. A very nice gift for Daire saving his life. People searching for gifts for his birthday should take note!

…

God his handwriting was fancy.

———

Finn was being watched.

He lived in Gotham long enough to know when he’d acquired the occasional stalker. Comes with the territory of his job.

Never could have five minutes of peace could he?

As the archivist reached for his key he heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind him. Shit - he usually noticed that sort of thing much sooner, where was his gun—

"Shh, don’t scream. Hurts my ears."

Doberman.

A hand briefly covered his mouth, letting the other smell the sulphuric coat left from active gunfire. Daire was out hunting in Gotham again. Seems the slap on the wrist didn’t keep him away for long.

But perhaps that was his fault for rewarding bad behaviour.

"Miss me?"

(@ask-johnlaurens)

Laurens practically flew down the stairs, pausing when he got to the bottom. He could see that the room was almost completely bare, with the only notable furniture being a drawer, some chairs, and a table with a candle on it. There were also, of course, green strings (and boxes) everywhere. His working eye immediately locked onto Philip in the corner of the room—who was laying motionless on the floor—and walked over to him.

"Oh god.....Philip..."

Laurens felt a surge of fear overwhelm him, seeing both green tears and blood trailing down his face, which had stained his clothes and the floor with green and dark red splotches. The same green strings on his own wrists were also wrapped around Philip's arms, neck, and legs. However, he was relieved to see that he was still breathing steadily even with the injuries. The deity crouched down and gently moved him into an upright position, shaking him.

"Philip? Please wake up..." He muttered anxiously, moving some of his blood-soaked curls away from his face. "We need to...get you back home. Who— Who knows what happened while...you were missing."

Маски разбиты.

А под треснувшей маской молодого Самоцвета прячется душа страстно желавшая стать пыльной тенью. Стать одним из миллионов невзрачных обитателей Лунных канцелярий.

___

The masks are broken.

"To my eyes, at least, there is a thread connecting all of you together as one, all the way to that one over there."

Mingle pointed to Nettle.

"He seems to be the only one of you alive. But what I'm curious about is how all 9 of you can exist in the same sphere. I've never seen such a thing, and I have seen many things over my long years."