❛ no, i’m NOT. take it like a threat. oh please, i bet ein is better. plus, i DOUBT that he will bite my butt, or kylie either. even if they did, i doubt they could beat me. ❜
❛
well that’s fine if you just want her to shit all over your pillow or fart and suffocate you in your sleep — i’m lucky i’m still ALIVE. also kylie may be a fucking midget but she would beat anyone’s ass.
❜
{ ♜ } “Um…kind of? I’m not here for a noise complaint, however…”
[ There’s a pause, in which his hand dips into his pocket to retrieve folded leather, which he flips open to reveal his badge. ]
{ ♜ } “I’m Doctor Spencer Reid, with the FBI. I’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind?”
❝
Oh. Well, holy shit.
❞
James really couldn’t think of anything else to say as his eyes fell to the badge that was being presented before him, all he could bring himself to do was offer a small pout. This was certainly unlike him to be speechless.
kylie was careful not to tackle him too hard, his back problems were all too familiar. she was able to hold him down until he began to tickle her, at which point she began to giggle and squirm around as she lay on top of him.
❛ FUCK off with that shit, james! ❜ swatting at his hands, she countered the attack with her own tickling fingers.
❛
you are, though! i can feel my spine splitting in half!
❜
as he began to literally wheeze between his words, he kept his arms hooked round kylie’s waist as he continued to writhe and flail beneath her, and hearing her giggles only made him laugh twice as hard — at this point he was hoping he wouldn’t accidentally cough up a lung or two. upon kylie beginning to tickle him back, james let out a SHRIEK purely out of surprise, though he can’t say he didn’t see that one coming.
With a gleam in his eye, Immortal shot one last look back down the alley before smirking to himself. A little indirect SUCKING up to the one in charge was harmless, see? Destruction kept his heart BEATING, for that was what the Russian lived for. It seemed his reckless heritage burned through. It was something he could not escape, so it seemed. The apartment complex was in his deadly and HAZARDOUS sights. As he slowed to a stop, his foot kicked a bottle and his mind instantly clicked. He could make a Molotov. Rummaging in his back pocket, he pulled out a box of wicks soaked in kerosene. Countless bottles were scattered at his feet, and easily at his disposal. Immortal searched about, finding a used canister of PETROL. Good thing the apartment complex was next to a shop, huh? Mixing it with some motor oil, the young man secured the wick in the neck of the bottle before a wicked smirk spread across his lips. Retracting his arm, he easily slung the bottle threw an open window. A SCREAM split into the air as it impacted, fire easily igniting as it’s exposure to the air did as it was supposed to. Astonished at what he had just done, his heart was upbeat as sweat lined his forehead. Swallowing nervously, he forced the sudden guilt away and prepared yet again another. Careful not to jostle the wick, he crossed the street with lightening speed, chunking the bottle into a closed window, breaking it on impact and spreading FIRE into a person’s home.
Still feeling uneasy and sure as hell SUSPICIOUS about the sudden decision to bring on a rookie, Nova attempted to push all those thoughts to the back of his head. This was gonna be a good run — he could feel it. He wasn’t going to let Immortal fuck it all up for the rest of them, he was going to make this the BEST run the Creatures had ever done. Of course, he wasn’t going to steal the limelight, but he was going to play his part fucking incredibly — nobody was going to see it coming. At Kootra’s final instructions, Nova gave a small nod all whilst simultaneously shooting the bossman a knowing smirk, his eyebrows lifting a little. The rush of thrill and excitement zapped through the man, for he knew what he was about to accomplish would be remembered among the group for years to come. As the gang BURST through the door, masks hiding rapturous expressions and assault rifles attached to sweat-ridden palms, everyone present stopped dead and then PANIC quickly spread through the air. Nova moved to the front, his breathing heavy and rugged. He was going to be the best.
please. do not. reblog an roleplayer’s posts. hear me out: it’s not because we aren’t happy that you follow us, really, we appreciate it ! it’s awesome that someone who isn’t a roleplayer takes pride or likes our work. you’re WELCOME to enjoy our characterizations, and you’re welcome to do show appreciation. but when you reblog our headcanons, interactions, self promos, or anything of the like, it can be a legitimate cause of discomfort and panic for numerous reasons. here’s a few i’ve heard:
it messes up activity feeds !! we as roleplayers are trying to keep track of replies, and memes and followers && all kinds of things. when you reblog our things ( even pictures too much ), it can be confusing and hard to wade through personal blogs reblogging something to find things that we need !! it can be a little problematic.
it puts our blog in public spotlight in places we don’t want. in the fandoms we love, we enjoy a character enough to roleplay them. but the issue is that not all fandoms are welcoming && it can be a large anxiety to have to realize that people are now going to see our blog && see our work when we may only want to keep it private and out of public eye. it can cause anon hate to an influx of people that have nothing to do with roleplay && it can make roleplayers uncomfortable. please be courteous !
it makes our headcanons easier to steal. yes, that’s a legitimate problem. it’s not that we aren’t happy you like our headcanons, it just makes it very easy for fic writers && other enthusiasts to steal or rip off a headcanon we worked hard in making without permission. we’d appreciate that you like us enough to give us publicity, but the idea that people who aren’t so honest or nice could use it is very discouraging.
it adds hassle to interactions. when you reblog an interaction from an rp partner, it can mess up the entire process of a thread && even cause some roleplay partners to become very confused. we don’t want this, since tumblr and roleplay can be stressful enough ( esp. if you have a large follower count ). so please, don’t reblog interactions.
again, this is NOT us telling you to unfollow OR that we don’t like you.
WE LOVE YOU.
just please be courteous && respect a roleplayer’s desire not to be reblogged. && please, if a roleplayer asks to delete a post of theirs, please do it. it can make them very nervous. have a nice day !!
i. please don't take anything from this blog. that includes my icons, my theme (the theme bg was created by the wonderful cici, other credits can be found in the hover tab) or my writing. i'll know if you did, and i won't hesitate to confront you about it. copying is one of the worst things you could do to me, if i'm being honest. so don't do it.
ii. this blog is heavily selective. i’ll only roleplay with mutuals for the time being, and i’ll only follow you back if i’m familiar with your character or can see our characters interacting in any way. i promise it’s nothing personal.
iii. i’m only sixteen, so no smut will be happening whatsoever. shipping isn't something i'm to keen on anyway when it comes to roleplay, unless i'm really comfortable with the other mun. if ships do happen, they will arise based on chemistry and lots of interaction.
iv. i can be very selective when it comes to replies. there may be days where i can chunder out a million replies a second, but there'll also be days where i can only do one or two small things. if its been a while since i've answered your thread, assume it's saved in my drafts and that i'll get to it as soon as i have the muse for it. if it has been over two weeks, however, please come to me about it because chances are i've either forgotten about it or lost it. it's NEVER anything personal.
