@peranarkia continued

"You know, less speaking in riddles and cryptic shit. Come outside and get to know me like a normal person, instead of stalking my movements online."

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Accepting || Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours @peranarkia

Also please imagine Thad's just relaxing somewhere in the same room as Lonnie like this pose while he's tweeting this on his phone:

They've called... One of their numbers. They had to squint a little to find the button.

Either way, when they hear the line clear, Lonnie says, "Heya! I think this is your voicemail, but do you two want to hear in depth about the bastardization of the Hunger Games series in popular culture due to marketing ploys, the very thing that the series protests against? I'm sure you do! So--"

Lonnie is a goddamn delight @peranarkia

This is delightful, they can't remember the last time they grinned like this. They let Lonnie continue ranting on speaker whilst collecting a tote bag of snacks and Gatorade bottles from the pantry. It's a short drive, and they'd much prefer to check up on them face to face. Not bothering to knock, they gave a few hellos and a sarcastic 'we come in peace' to MAX in-case the AI was listening about and plopped the bulging tote onto the floor.

"We actually want to hear in person, love." Diedre pressed a quick kiss to the anarchist's cheek, quickly giving them a lookover to make sure they were still having a good time. "We brought snacks."

Nina plopped down crisscrossed and opened some sour gummy worms. "I think you were on the make-up lines featuring The Capitol," she prompted.

"So, what I'm hearing is that I should steal all of your batteries?"

"Oh my dearest offspring, if you wanted to take a ride on it, you just had to ask! In fact, mommy will make one! Just. For. You!" She feigned delight, blowing a kiss in Lonnie their direction before crossing her arms and giving a serious (or attempting to at least) and stern look. "But the fact you think I have just a bunch of batteries is not okay! I hang out with Ivy, you think she'll be happy if I just use a ton of batteries? I use rechargeable ones... I'm kind of disappointed you're not thinking about the environment."

"I should've seen it coming! You always had a knack for computers and digital-thingies. Always behind screens, never going out and smelling the flowers! I'm chucking them in the bin next time I break into- I mean, visit your place."

@peranarkia | sc.

"Look, you seem like a real smart kid, so I'm going to put it plainly."

Mary clicked her purse open as she spoke, quick and businesslike, lighting up a cigarette and snapping the bag closed as if in one fluid movement. She looked at them across the table — the view marred by a steady exhale of smoke.

Smart. Real smart.

"I'll ask once, you'll answer. And if you tell anyone we had this conversation, I'll deny it, and everybody who matters is a lot more likely to take my word over yours." She tapped one fingernail on the polished wood. Once, twice. The tiny clicking of keratin on American oak. "Why are you running a wiretap on Roman Sionis?"

"Wow! So, tell me, what was it like when TV got color?"

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"I'm gonna fucking strangle you wit' yer own hair."

cont.

"Guilty as charged! I'm actually from California," Ed says, lying. "Can't say I've ever been in juvie, but I have to imagine it's the same sort of deal except with the added burden of public education. Let me guess: vandalism?"

Now, he'd come near to juvie, but they only send you there if you get caught. And he'd blown out of town long before that.

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Meme / Accepting!

🦄 the best thing that's happened to me in roleplay this year

Admittedly this year has been... rough on the rp front but I have met some truly amazing friends and fellow muns like CJ ( @kryptonfuture ) and have done a lot of fun stuff in private spaces. So I think the best thing to have happened is to be finding the people that I vibe with, and finding my lines in the sand when it comes to boundaries cause I haven't always been great at that.

@peranarkia asked; "good morning... or good evening... whatever time it is right now."

lego marvel superheroes prompts

A new voice entered the ether, joining the chatter that occupied most areas of the Society around the clock. A virtual hive of activity, many masked faces came and went, dedicated to keeping the multiverse secure day and night. Fulfilling their assigned tasks, carrying out the roles that he had asked of them, without complaint. With all operating as intended, and no major crisis in need of his immediate intervention to rectify, Miguel had found himself to be in the rare position of having some time to spare, and, rather than spend it in seclusion, had opted for a change of pace.

Soon enough, he could be observed out in the open, a towering, navy-blue force roaming amongst dozens of fellow Spiders, attracting glances and receiving quips as he went. Offering little in response, beyond the occasional raise of hand to silently halt a few inquisitive webslingers along the way, it takes the mention of the current time for his strides to come to a complete standstill, feet adjacent to Moneyspider.

"Good... afternoon, I think?" Uncertainty rears its head in the slight narrowing of the contours of his mask, that bore a faint, illuminating shine, glowing gently in the fading light. Around them, no Spider felt compelled enough to correct their ardent leader in his observation, a hour or two deep into the evening. But it did result in attempts to suppress a few snickers in the crowds that surrounded them, amusing puns and one-liners at the ready; waiting for an opportunity that Miguel declines to provide.

"Sorry, you're probably better off asking someone else." Especially given that time had rarely factored into his thoughts, his periods of wakefulness definable by the hours spent working and not working. "Is there anything else that I could help you with?"

△ + "Do you think you'll be Superboy forever?"

Invasive questions || Accepting

7/10

"I dunno I've kind of always been Superboy. It's not like... how do I explain it..." Kon is quite for a minute as he tries to put his feelings in to words. He hates having to answer questions like this because people have a hard time understanding this whole thing. "Superboy isn't just a mantle to me. You know? Superboy was my name. It was my name for a long time. Two years doesn't seem long to you but that's half my total existance. I think I'm always going to be Superboy. It's not like Grant where Grant was Grant Emerson first and then he was Damage later. I was Superboy first and Kon-el after. I think even if I start using another hero name I'll always be Superboy because... well I am Superboy. Does that make sense?"

△ + "What regret have you been holding onto in secret?"

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character — accepting !!

❝ mn … this one’s maybe a 4/10 ? ❞

❝ I wish that I approached Thad with empathy way sooner . and … better . ❞

🎩 + https://hakanakkaya.com.tr/_dir/hakan/resimler/2023-03-15_08-09-52.webp (let me know if the link doesn't work)

"Oh my god I love this! This is KILLER!", he does a spin of delight before admiring himself in the mirror. "Thanks Anarky!"

🎩 + https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9b/64/3c/9b643c8268d8b392d392345f8558e088.jpg "Just hear me out, Thad..."

Accepting || Send an ask with 🎩 to give my muse something to wear!

"I am...listening." Thad says with interest as he pushes his hair back and pulls on the suit jacket. The outfit was honestly...nice and one could tell that Thad was enjoying it though he tried to suppress the small smile that bloomed on his lips.

"Y'know I've always wanted to try a sort flared pant with heels before. I've always thought it looked nice on other people"

He clears his throat, "But anyway how...do I look?" He says standing up straight and putting his hands into his back pockets.

Half of Lonnie's hair was falling from their tangled ponytail, as they steadily grew more and more frazzled. "I can't bring this to John. He's busy with an upcoming game."

They paced in front of their friends. "But I have to tell someone. I can't... Things are getting intense. Moreso than I thought. Amanda and Mark... John won't admit it, but they are going to kill each other one day; and if somehow they don't, then they're at least going to get us all caught! Mandy is... good at covering her tracks, until it comes to her players. I can't-- it's just a hunch, but-- fuck, she welded the only door shut in one of her games. John would never approve that. And Mark! Mark is sloppy. He doesn't really want to be there, so he's only concerned with his own ass-- and if John even lives past the next game, then it could bring us all down, and--"

Their breath was shuddery when it rushed out. "The world needs Jigsaw."

@peranarkia speaks to my saw love fr fr

They just listen in their chairs. Tossing a ball back and forth as they did. Amusedly and sympathetically chuckling here and there at poor Lonnie's worries.

"Lonnie, sweetie, you already said the solution. You're just overthinking too hard," Nina gently chided. It wasn't their fault. The girls loved how their redhaired compatriot thought so quickly and thoroughly most days. But, it could sometimes get the better of them. Diedre grinned in agreement, slightly nodding.

"'They're going to kill each other one day,'" she echoed sing-songedly. "You know it. It's not just a hyperbole. Come on, we can feel it. Let them battle out the last one standing." It would be easier to handle that way. Weed out the weak and the problems. Even if it made this little oddball group smaller. They couldn't keep having fuck-ups on this scale. Cheating? Ridiculous.

"Personally," Nina kept the ball and leaned foward on her elbows a bit, "I think it'll be Mark. As much as I prefer Mandy's company and hate to admit it." There just was too many ways for that to go down wrong. And they did hate to admit it, but the facts were the facts.

"But like you said, we'll get ruined if he can't clean up his acts." Diedre stood up and put a gentle hand on their shoulder. "Let the last one standing take the falls, Lonnie. You can go from there. Working yourself into a panic attack won't help though. So breathe, love. Want a seat? I can braid up your hair, get it out of the way more."

[Continued from here] // @peranarkia

Despite her provocations, Joker didn't turn around to face Lonnie. Instead, she was focused on something, she was fiddling around with flowers. One of which she held up after having torn off its petals. Uttering a soft 'pretty!' before putting it in a vase with water.

"You know, I really have been letting my duties as your mother slide. Haven't even shown my face to Greta since that one encounter! So I decided to take her out for a little food date! It's only right!"

Turning around, Joker revealed the twisted grin on her face, looking expectantly at Lonnie. "I could tell you more about it. Buuuut if you want to call Batman, then I won't have the time to say anything!"

"She sure was happy to see me, though. I could truly feel the love between us. She even recited the events leading up to your conception perfectly! Oh, how we- whoops, spoilers HeheheHAHAHAHA!"

@peranarkia asked They don't say anything about it. As they're speaking with Tim, discussing a new job for them to work on, Lonnie holds out something for Tim to take, not obscuring it, but likewise counting on him to be distracted enough to grab it without checking. It's a water bottle. Drink water, Tim.

brown eyes focus solely on the computer in front of him as he talks to lonnie about their latest potential case, delving into the specifics with a little frown. it seems like a tricky one, has him chewing the inside of his lip in thought. 

which means he’s distracted enough that when they hand him something, he takes it unquestioningly. cylindrical, cool to the touch. ‘bottle,’ his brain supplies, but it isn’t enough to pull him away from his screen. instead, he instinctively brings it to his lips, taking a long sip from it. 

cool water slips down his throat and he makes a startled sound as it washes away the bitter taste of caffeine that perpetually lingers on his tongue. he takes another sip. 

something unidentifiable comes over him and he tips his head back, practically chugging the water, eyes going slightly wide as he does. the water level falls in the bottle nearly to the bottom as he drinks it down. 

pulling the bottle away from his mouth, he gasps softly. “jesus,” he mutters, staring down at the bottle.