It's a comic book romance

open } { ship smash 2025

Sat, 09 Aug 2025 23:20:18 GMT

Posted by: hasperkynipples

RP GENERATOR | OTHERWORDLY | PICTURE PROMPTS | TEXTING, ETC.

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ship smashing shenanigans

Thu, 18 Aug 2022 02:38:29 GMT

Posted by: tarazi

RP GENERATOR | OTHERWORDLY | PICTURE PROMPTS | TEXTING, ETC.

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tvdverse } { silence ringing inside my head

Sun, 13 Mar 2022 03:52:45 GMT

Posted by: polydeukes

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open post } { ship smash post

Wed, 14 Apr 2021 03:19:01 GMT

Posted by: hackedhistory

RP GENERATOR | OTHERWORDLY | PICTURE PROMPTS | TEXTING, ETC.

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open post } { legends vs. the umbrella academy smash post

Fri, 02 Oct 2020 02:27:26 GMT

Posted by: hackedhistory

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I'm hell on heels, baby I'm coming for you

Wed, 29 Apr 2020 02:30:36 GMT

Posted by: middlefinger

So the facts are these:

It's been a lot of years since she last saw Dean. She met him years ago, before she left for Europe, when he was doing a job just outside of the Ghost River Triangle. They hooked up, sure -- but she also ended up with the case, once he realized she was an Earp and knew her shit. But they keep in touch, when they remember to, and she remembers his weird trenchcoat friend, the angel.

And Castiel is who they actually need right now. Momma left, again, and the only person who seems to have any information on Waverly's father and half-angel status is Bob Del Rey. Not to mention they're pretty sure Bulshar is looking for the Garden of Eden -- and some sort of key to get inside of it?

Anyway they are in way over their heads and consulting an actual Angel would be helpful.

So Dean, Sam and Castiel end up at the Homestead to meet the whole gang. Well, not the whole, whole gang. Doc is still disinvited and probably somewhere with his vampire wife. So. Whatever. That's fine. They don't need him anyway.

The first thing she does is place a beer in Dean's hand. "Figure you need it after the long drive. Welcome to the Homestead."

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open } { shippy smash post

Wed, 25 Sep 2019 02:11:24 GMT

Posted by: brakewoman

1. Pick one of yours.
2. Pick one of mine or ask me to surprise you.
3. Pick a starter. (You can also ask me to surprise you here too, and I'll RNG it.)
4. Profit.

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something about lonely nights and the lipstick on your face | wynonna

Sat, 02 Feb 2019 21:11:32 GMT

Posted by: alias_savant

When Peter came into the office and told Neal they were going on a field trip, Purgatory was not what he had in mind. Peter's aware of this, and has proceed to tease him the entire time.

It's not that Neal is opposed to Purgatory, necessarily, but it's not really his style. Small towns have a way of making you stand out, especially when you're wearing clothes that are probably worth more than most of them make in a year. Still, this is where the case led them, and it's the first time he's actually left the state in literal years, so he's not complaining.

Much.

He has to say, if he was a criminal on the run from the FBI, Purgatory wouldn't be a bad place to lay low. It is literally the last place anyone would look for him.

They make their way into the sheriff's department and Neal immediately has his eye on the redheaded deputy, just by virtue of his being Neal, completely unaware that this is another Diana situation. It's mostly because he probably couldn't not flirt with someone, even if he tried. He is fairly certain he's just being friendly, leaning over the lip of her desk and asking what would probably be considered insightful questions about Purgatory while Peter talks with the Sheriff about getting permission for the FBI to do their thing.

Jurisdictions and all that. He would much rather be talking to Deputy Haught, which is why it's a good thing that he is, until the door to the sheriff's office swings open with a bang.

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if all the trouble in my heart would only mend, i lost my dream, i lost my reason all again | freya

Sat, 02 Feb 2019 03:45:25 GMT

Posted by: hedgebitch

Things have gone from bad to worse. She doesn't know how it can get worse, but it does, somehow. Marina is dead. The Beast is dead. And she's alone. She has no one left to help her. Quentin probably hates her for what happened to Alice. She's going to have to look outside of the people she knows if she wants to get help in her cause. Reynard is still out there killing people. Raping them. God knows what else. She won't let what happened to Marina be in vain. She won't let what happened to her be in vain either.

Freya Mikaelson is kind of a well known figure in the hedgewitch community. The witches in New Orleans in general are well known and feared. The Mikaelsons are also a famously old family. Which means they might have more experience in older magics, the kinds you might need to kill a god.

She knows better than to go to the compound. Klaus is as infamous as his sister and Julia doesn't want to get on his bad side. Instead she goes to the regent, Vincent, and pleads her case to arrange a meeting. Which is why she's sitting at a table at Rousseau's, nursing a drink and waiting for the other witch to arrive.

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catch all: Wynonna and Winchesters

Tue, 02 Oct 2018 03:22:45 GMT

Posted by: middlefinger

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seth/wynonna } { and these things i can't ignore

Sun, 04 Mar 2018 00:44:38 GMT

Posted by: bulletless

There’s a soft chirp! as the ankle monitoring bracelet clicks into place, and Seth starts to come to, the whole thing feeling like a bit of a haze. When his gaze finally does clear and he can focus on the tall brunette in front of him, and his head tips to the side in confusion.

“Wynonna?”

It’s a second later that Dolls steps into view and he jerks into awareness, yanking on the arm flung over his head and finding it handcuffed. A couple more seconds reveals that he’s a) in a jail cell, b) being fitted for GPS and c) handcuffed to one of the bars. He struggles with the handcuffs for a moment, before he looks back at them, annoyed.

“Is this really necessary?”

“Says the fugitive from justice who faked his own death.” Dolls droll accent is already irritating and he grits his teeth for a moment before the man continues. “Never mind a murderer.”

He tips his head to the side for a moment, before glancing back to Wynonna. “Wynonna, c’mon –”

“If you’re going to pull that ‘you know me’ bullshit, don’t bother.”

“You know I was a criminal when you met me.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were a psychopath!” Wynonna looks genuinely angry, and his face softens for a moment. They had been friends – more than friends even – once upon a time, and he thought that out of everyone in Purgatory, she would be the one to vouch for him, but apparently she’s trusting this suit more than she’s trusting him.

“What did you tell her?”

“The truth.” Certain and righteous, just like every other member of law enforcement he’s ever met. “She’s seen your file, Seth. All the bodies left in your wake.”

“Those weren’t me. Those were Richie.”

“How convenient. But you continued to run with him?”

“My brother was sick at the time. In a way you probably wouldn’t understand. He’s better now.” Sort of. Seth turns his attention back to Wynonna. “You’re working with cops now?”

“Don’t turn this back on me,” Wynonna glares, before she caves just a little, and glances back to Dolls, almost as though she’s unsure of what to tell them. “It’s complicated. But my dad used to work with Black Badge back in the day.”

“Wait. Wait wait wait.” Seth pushes himself up. “You’re Black Badge.”

Dolls frowns for a moment, straightening a bit. That clearly isn’t the reaction he was expecting. “You know what Black Badge is?”

“Yeah. Freddie filled me in on the details when you guys tried to recruit him a while back.”

“Freddie Gonzalez. As in the Texas Ranger who’s partner your brother killed. He was recruited for Black Badge, and then told you about it.”

“Yeah, well, Peacekeeper is a tough job when it’s a one man gig. Now are you going to call Freddie and have him vouch for me so I can get to telling you about the hoard of culebras coming into town, or are we going to keep doing this dance?”

Wynonna blinks. “Cul-what?”

“Culebras. Snake vampires. Are you sure they’re coming here?”

“I wouldn’t be here if they weren’t.”

Dolls set his jaw for a moment, before stalking his way back to the phone on his desk and picking it up. There’s a quick conversation and he finally hangs up and moves his way back to the jail cell.

“You’re letting him go?”

“He checks out. But if you try and stab us in the back? I will shoot you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Seth moves towards Wynonna. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

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open rp } { gotta go back to hogwarts

Sat, 30 Dec 2017 05:00:46 GMT

Posted by: bulletless

An open post for Hogwarts/Harry Potter AU shenanigans. People will be distributed as we see fit!

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nealbekah } { masterpost

Tue, 12 Dec 2017 02:33:52 GMT

Posted by: alias_savant

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open rp | smash bang post: psl revival edition

Thu, 29 Dec 2016 04:13:27 GMT

Posted by: bulletless

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unnamed } { a trip down memory lane

Tue, 26 Jan 2016 00:15:24 GMT

Posted by: braveandstupid

Elena first kisses Tyler when they’re six years old.

It isn’t an intentional decision on her part. She lost a game to Hopscotch Champion Caroline Forbes and that is the end result. She doesn’t particularly want to do it either (she was hoping Caroline would say Matt, but she didn’t) but the relentlessness of Caroline cannot be tamed, even at the age of six, and a bet is a bet. Elena Gilbert does not weasel out of her wagers, so she does as she’s told, making her way over to the bench Tyler is sitting on during recess. He’s just gotten tagged out in dodgeball so he’s watching the game with interest, waiting for someone to tag him back in.

“Hey, Tyler.”

“Hey, Elena. You wanna play?”

“No.” She sits there awkwardly for a moment, trying to find the right segue into what she has to do, and Caroline and Bonnie are watching her from across the black top waiting for her to follow through. She swallows hard, pulls up all the confidence her little six year-old body can muster. Before anyone can be the wiser, she darts forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before, like any respectable six year-old girl who may have just given herself cooties, runs away like a shot while Caroline and Bonnie are shrieking on the other side of the parking lot.

Tyler looks mildly horrified. It’s safe to say that he couldn’t look at her the same way for as long as he actually cared about it, which pretty much amounted to three weeks. Six year-olds can be pretty forgiving that way.

Fifty years later, she’s sitting on that same bench while she waits for him to make his return to Mystic Falls, just as she is. They’re an odd pair traveling together, the hybrid and the vampire, but they make it work all the same. They probably shouldn’t be home this soon after leaving, as most of the people who knew them when they were alive are still around, but Matt needs help with a vampire problem, and neither of them could ever say no to Matt.

She hears the scuffs of his boots against the pavement, followed by the warmth of his jacket as he sits down next to her, and she can’t help but smile. “Remember when we used to play here when we were kids?”

“Of course I do. We are not that old, Elena.”

She smirks a bit at that, before shaking her head. “It feels like a lifetime ago. We didn’t have a care in the world back then. Except for, you know, cooties.”

“Which you were spreading liberally if I remember correctly.”

His tone is teasing, but the look she gives him in return is indignant all the same. “I lost a bet. That does not count as spreading cooties.”

“That is not how I remember it.”

“Oh really? Then how do you remember it?”

“I remember being told that you were supposed to kiss me, and all I got was a lousy peck on the cheek.”

“I was not going to give you an actual kiss,” Elena replies with a look, tossing her hair over her shoulders as she did. “You were dirty and gross and a jerk sometimes and I was saving myself for Matt.”

“And look how well that turned out.”

She gives him another look, but it’s much milder than it was previously. “I guess things work out the way they’re supposed to, in the end.”

“I guess they do.” He pauses for a moment, drumming his fingers against the bench before looking over at her with a smirk. “I still feel a little cheated though.”

She laughs at that, before turning to face him with a smile. “Would you like me to make it up to you?”

“Yes,” he nods, a teasing look on his face. “Yes, I would.”

“Fine.” She shifts in her seat a little more before leaning in to kiss him softly. It’s not their first real kiss, but they haven’t been doing this long enough where it’s stopped feeling new, and part of her hopes it never does. All she knows for now is that this is good, and she wants to keep seeing where this leads.

Her thumb brushes against his cheekbone as she pulls back, giving him a small smile in return. “Better?”

“Much,” he smiles, before taking her hand and pulling them both to their feet. “C’mon. We better go catch up with Matt and see what the damage is.”

She takes a deep breath and nods as she follows him, heading towards the sheriff’s station with a sigh. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

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if it's not like the movies than that's how it should be;

Mon, 27 Jul 2015 01:22:33 GMT

Posted by: easily

The last thing Rebekah remembers is being on a ship with Stefan.

But Rifts are fickle things and they act in weird ways. This time they end up in what seems to be some black and white world. There are no colors. Rebekah is no longer in the clothes she was in before but now something belonging to a time she's never lived through

"What the bl-- heck is going on here?"

Why can't she say bloody hell? Something about this is really, really eerie.

She starts walking in her uncomfortable heels, looking for Stefan.

Please let Stefan been dragged into this hell as well.

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nealbekah verse } { guess who's coming to dinner

Fri, 19 Dec 2014 04:11:53 GMT

Posted by: alias_savant

( Spoilers for 606: Au Revoir )

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Chicago } Freedom's Just Another Word For Nothing Left To Lose

Tue, 18 Mar 2014 19:04:51 GMT

Posted by: easily

For the first time in her life Rebekah is free -- truly free -- and it is as scary as it is liberating. She can go wherever she wants and somehow, she ends up in Chicago. It makes sense, it's a place familiar to her without the baggage of Mystic Falls. A place filled with mostly happier memories.

So she settles into the city, she gets an apartment for herself and she begins to create a life. She's never truly been on her own, been alone like this and sometimes it's difficult but she's grateful for the chance nonetheless.

Ad there's something nice about being in a town where there aren't any familiar faces anymore. Where she can start from scratch. She hangs out in the same bar most nights (a higher class establishment that plays music that doesn't make her want to stake herself) and she begins to make connections within the city. It's not much, but it's something.

It surprises her, however, when she makes her way inside and spots a familiar tuft of hair -- one she would know anywhere -- sitting at the bar. She sidles up next to Stefan and orders herself a drink before turning to speak to him.

"Of all the gin joints, that's how the line goes, right?"

Forgive her, for her Casablanca is a recent reference -- she's only just seen it.

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beacon falls } { but i won't rot, i won't rot, not this mind and not this heart

Tue, 18 Mar 2014 18:28:19 GMT

Posted by: somanyadjectives

Stefan works as a barback in a seedy bar on the other side of town, to keep up a larger semblance of normalcy than he would in Mystic Falls. He doesn't exactly have the Founders Legacy to fall back on and it's not as though Beacon Hills is completely full of trust fund kids who never do anything. Besides, he's trying not to compel everyone everywhere, so having an actual job is a good place to start. It makes him look a bit more like a normal guy, which is good when dealing with most of the parents who wonder why Allison is spending time with an older guy who came out of nowhere.

Unfortunately for Stefan, Chris knows exactly what Stefan is, so it doesn't earn him any parental brownie points, but at least he's not trying to get himself invited into the Argent house all the time. In return, Chris agrees not to drive a stake through his heart. It's an easy enough deal.

Tonight, however, is a slow night. Weeknights usually are, as most people have better things to do than drink - another culture shock that he wasn't entirely prepared for. The bar is nearly completely empty, which is both good and bad. Good, because Stefan can have a few drinks of his own and no one will question his continued sobriety and bad because it leaves him alone with his own thoughts, heavily burdened by the nogitsune and whatever else may be running around this town. Deaton wasn't kidding when he said that activating the nematon was bad. Stefan could feel it, pulling at that thing inside of him, that animalistic nature that came with being a vampire, and while he was old enough to tamp it down and learn to control it, there are some that don't.

And there are some that don't care.

He's standing behind the bar with a glass of whiskey, trying to consider the information that he had - the fact that the nogitsune had managed to separate himself from Stiles and had a body of it's own was good. That means they could kill it. But he doubts that that's going to be the end of it, which means they need to have a plan of attack that wouldn't get everyone killed. Add to the fact that it now had Lydia as a hostage, and things were getting increasingly more complicated. Stefan knows he should be out there, should be trying to help find her because he can track, probably better than any of these new wolves could, but a vampire being thrown into the mix was a bit too redundant. And sometimes it's good to have a secret weapon.

He's about to turn and pour himself another glass when he picks up on a familiar set of footfalls, one that he would have placed anywhere, no matter how long it's been since he's heard them. Their owner leaves a very distinct impression, after all. He waits until he hears the door to the bar close behind her, before speaking with a small smile.

"If I remember correctly, you like your martinis dirty, right?"

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new york city, ny } { another saturday night in new york

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:38:41 GMT

Posted by: braveandstupid

New York City is not Mystic Falls.

It's not something you can escape either, especially not after a hundred years in a very small town. Elena Gilbert was never the kind of girl who was meant for isolation, even the kind that's self inflicted. She knows on some level she probably made herself worse by doing just that, but when you live long enough to slowly lose everyone you've ever loved, it's hard to want to reach out to someone else. Still, she needs people the same way she needs blood, and she couldn't stay isolated forever.

However, New York City is a rather giant first step, and her grip on Tyler's arm as they walk into the museum says as much. The press of people around her brings up a whole fresh surge of needs and wants, but she keeps it together. She has to. She's had control for so long, she isn't going to lose it now. Besides, she's here to see Tyler's art.

As they pass through the threshold, she glances around at the different exhibits, picking up the different colors and styles, before she glances back to him. "Where to first?"

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queens, ny } { the right regrets

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:35:26 GMT

Posted by: enjoythe_ride

[Calling the Winchesters was a mistake.

Correction: calling Dean was the mistake. Sam, at least, was making an attempt to be civil, while Dean hadn't shut up from the moment she let him in to her apartment. She should have known better. Dean has always been quite capable of holding a grudge, and that ability seems to have not waned at all.

Even in front of Tyler.

Still, Bela, to her credit, maintains her cool, only firing off he occasional barb to get him to focus on the matter at hand. However, eventually the constant barrage gets to be too much, and she excuses herself back to the kitchen to pour herself a drink.

Or five.

She makes her way to the cabinets for a wine glass, before pulling out a bottle and getting ready to pour. The sooner the boys could find a way to sink Klaus, the better as far as she's concerned. She can only hopes it ends soon enough.]

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wolfram and hart } { was i supposed to cheer your efforts?

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 00:09:47 GMT

Posted by: enjoythe_ride

[Bela regrets the day she met Holland Manners every day. She was fourteen years-old when she signed her name on the dotted line, and she's lived in the care of Wolfram and Hart ever since. She lives so long as she does what she's told. She doesn't do as she's told, she dies. She dies, she goes to Hell.

That's the incentive to stay alive and do as she's told.

They trained her, groomed her, and now she's their perfect little thief. Most of the work she does is for Holland, who disgusts her and makes her want to strangle him every time she sees him, but today she's directed to a different office for a name she doesn't recognize. She saunters her way in, looking over the desk. She's trained to look her over things, find the inconspicuous, but so far there's nothing.

She always has liked a challenge.]

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Mystic Falls } If You Knew I Was Dying Would It Change You?

Thu, 29 Nov 2012 09:24:50 GMT

Posted by: easily

"You really are a hopeless fool," Nik saya, taking a step closer to her as he dips a dagger into ash. "Did you really think I'd let you leave. You'll blab everything to the first boy who bats his eyes at you. It's pathetic. Did you really think this one would be any different just because he took you on some vacation?"

She tries to get out, but Stefan blocks her way. Stefan who's asked her why she stayed before, who knew she had been happy with Neal in Cape Verdi before he had talked into coming back. The Stefan she had once loved.

"I'm sorry, Rebekah."

It stings, that he had handed her back to her brother after convincing her to come back here in the first place, but fine. She probably shouldn't be surprised. And she's too tired to try much harder to get out, too emotionally drained. So she turns back towards Klaus.

"Go right ahead. Laugh at the girl who loved too easily. But I would rather have lived my life than yours, Nik. No one will ever sit around a table telling stories about a man who couldn’t love. Do it. Look me in the eye and do it, you coward!"

He doesn't. Look her in the eyes, that is. But the dagger slides into her all the same.

She's given to Stefan for save keeping, and currently her body is stashed somewhere within the Salvatore Boarding house. It's been weeks since she left Neal in Cape Verdi. Any phone calls, texts, or other forms of contact he's tried to made would be left unanswered.

There's a reason why she had informed him about the daggers before. In case she ever up and disappeared on him like this.

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It Might Destroy Me But I'd Sacrifice My Body If It Meant I'd Get The Jack Part Out

Sun, 25 Nov 2012 12:21:15 GMT

Posted by: lockwood

It's about the third time Tyler's transformed on this particular day, and it's almost nightfall now. He's lying on the floor, panting and wincing in pain. Tears sting his eyes. For not the first time, he finds himself unsure of whether he can really do this -- if he's really that strong.
When everything hurts like this, it can be hard for him to remember why he's doing this -- what's at stake. It had been such a relief to think he'd never have to go through this again. But it comes with a cost. The floor of the cave is cold and uncomfortable, but he doesn't feel like he can get himself off of it just yet. Everything hurts.

Besides, he's still chained up. It's something he's insisted on. Not only for Bo's safety, but anyone else's too. If he got loose while he was a wolf -- he's not going to risk that.

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bo & kenzi's } { be what you will and then throw down your life

Wed, 10 Oct 2012 00:42:08 GMT

Posted by: dontkanyeme

Kenzi is out with Hale. Dyson is busy with cop things. Trick has the Dal, Lauren is taking care of something for the Ash, and Bo is at home on her couch, with a giant tub of ice cream. To say that her evening is low key? Probably an overstatement.

She doesn't have a case. There's no looming threat to the Fae. As far as she's concerned, her life is pretty awesome right now. That's not something most people would say about a night on the couch with a tub of ice cream, but for Bo, this was heaven.

She's about to tune in for another episode of a crappy reality show she didn't know the name of feet propped up on the coffee table, when there's a knock at the door. She should have known that it was too good to be true. She sighs, reaching behind the couch, before placing her swords down on the table. Then she picks up on her spoon again.

"It's open!"

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