WHAT'S HOT AND FRESH AT THE BAKERY COUNTER OF THE FANTASY COSTCO?

[dousing]

BIG DAMN ADVENTURE MEME So you wanna go on an adventure? Let's help you out. It's time to save the world! Or not. Something's gone horribly wrong and it's your job to fix it! Or, you know, make it worse. We're not the cops. You could fight a dragon, cure a disease, or rule with an iron fist. The world's your oyster. Tag in with your name and series, post your preferences, and play away! We're running out of time, adventurers!

LOCATIONS 1. FANTASY Sorcery, demons, monsters, knights in shining armor, magic rings you need to throw into a volcano... 2. FUTURE Technology is rampant. Maybe you have to overthrow your dystopian government or learn how to feel again. 3. SPACE Will you explore the final frontier or are you in a galaxy far far away? Those synthetics don't look very friendly. 4. MODERN Sometimes the scariest things are right outside our front door. 5. SUPERHEROES So you wanna be a superhero? Do you have what it takes to save the day? 6. APOCALYPSE The world's already ended. You're just picking up the pieces. SCENARIOS 1. OVERTHROW An evil empire is calling the shots. A corrupt government is making your friends disappear. Fix it. 2. CONSPIRACY No one believes you but your best friend, but things are going wrong and someone in particular is behind it. 3. MEDICAL A disease is killing off people at a horrifying rate and you're trying to find a cure. 4. ZOMBIES Holy shit, is that person EATING someone? You have to escape the zombies, and FAST. Remember: aim for the head. 5. EXPLORATION There's nothing pressing about to kill everything, but you're exploring new territories. Maybe you'll find a new threat. 6. DOWN TIME A break between missions. Heal, regroup, and take care of yourselves. 7. WE NEED WHAT? You're looking for the item to end everything. The BFG, the one ring, the conduit. Whatever it is, you have to find it first. 8. WE MIGHT DIE TOMORROW It's time for the final battle. Are you ready? Are your friends, troops, loved ones? Make your speech or find someone to spend your last night with. 9. MY ARCH NEMESIS You know who the villain is. So does everyone else. They're the Ganon, the Sauron, it doesn't matter. You have to win. 10. THE WORLD WE'RE SAVING HATES US You're trying to save the world but everyone hates you; you're doing it anyway because you need to, it's the right thing to do even if no one cares if you live or die. 11. WE HATE THE WORLD WE'RE SAVING You hate EVERYONE. You hate the world and wish it would go down in flames but you live here too, or you have to because nothing you do to stop trying works. Whatever. 12. WHY WOULD I SAVE IT? You're the villain in any of the above scenarios and then some! Go wild! As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!

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eris morn ( destiny )

[stolensight]

Grace Ford | OC

[barre_none]

[Who doesn't love adventures?]

castiel ( supernatural )

[devotes]

Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[abondingmoment]

[also available as half-Galran]

deedlit | record of lodoss war

[damself]

Genji Shimada | Overwatch | OTA

[cyborgninjacostume]

[Voicetesting still, so canonmates only please!]

Bucky Barnes → MCU

[freightcars]

[ preferences:
AUs are my jam
open to cross-canon & media type
het / slash both cool
tagging may be boomerang or slow af
blanket permission for all weirdness & options just go for it mate follow your heart
if you need me to start us off just ask! ]

Scarecrow | Batman Arkham Knight | ota

[doctor_terror]

Lockdown | Transformers Animated | OTA

[ruthless_hunter]

Charles Xavier | X-men movies

[aberranthubris]

Magento | X-men

[homo_superior]

June Colburn | Don't Trust the B in Apt 23

[newjune]

Kenny | The War At Home

[rainbowflavored]

Rey ☈ Star Wars

[provenforce]

[I am open to any of these prompts! Gen preferred, M/F if it heads in a shipping route.]

Conan Edogawa | Detective Conan

[spoilsfun]

hana song (d.va) • overwatch

[bunnyhopped]

( ota! )

6 - 5 = ??? tldr apparently omg

[ployboy]

[So the Apocalypse had hit, what, five or six months ago? And it's not that Tim's especially bothered by the fact he has to guesstimate time passed now (tallies are hard to keep track of while traveling, thanks, and the notebook in his backpack is for emergencies, which knowing if it's Tuesday or Friday is not), it's that he's not even sure if he's heading in the right direction to meet up with the gang. Family. Whatever the hell they considered themselves now.

`One week's worth of walking ahead, Tim, and then you turn your ass right back here and we'll all meet up to discuss our findings.`

Yeah, no. How about one week's worth of stalking towards the city and slinking through debris, two days of pointedly avoiding breaking up a turf war (Bruce would kill him, but Bruce now knows nothing, and that's unsettlingly awesome), and one more of trudging West after hearing rumors of uh

Well, see, the kid's not sickly or anything. He's thin, sure. Underweight. Whatever. He's also fucking muscled okay, and despite being also short he's kind of got a great left hook. He can march through this desolate wasteland that is now Planet Earth with the best of 'em. He carries a thin metal rod strapped on his backpack and his hair's kind of shaggy and (Alfred will probably demand he gets a haircut soon) he was kind of unlucky enough to be stuck wearing a damn business suit when the world decided to end--

where the hell was this going...

West. Right. And now he's kind of marching west because. Well, he's missing something that might be a little important in a Post-Apocalyptic world. And he'd like something to help. And that's all anyone really needs to know, right?

Hell yeah, that's right. He'd left marks along the trail to signal B and D and everyone else he was fine, just being a stubborn ass for what is not the first time in his life. They'd be just fine without him for a while.

But it was kind of-- tedious, you know? Travelling alone? The world hadn't been pretty in its best days, but now

Speaking of pretty.

It wasn't exactly what he'd call the guy in the small valley below as Tim had now (stupidly, distractedly-- take your pick) shown himself clear atop a hill. Sorry, dude, but the extreme shagginess was just not... great. Couple that with innate paranoia and a very safe and loud instinct to be practically invisible--]

Yeah, you're not actually going to drink that, are you?

[He had the rod within reach, could bolt if this turned sour. But announcing his presence meant he came in peace, right? Of course it did. Pair that with the fact that Tim had just seen some glowing acid green goo floating upstream from the small creek just meters away from the stranger--

look, Tim was pretty much a saint and nobody could say otherwise but he was not going to change course or let himself become chow (ew). Not today, bro, he is way too tired for that.]

tl is the best kind of dr m8

[freightcars]

[ To give himself the absolute most credit possible, Bucky's grasp on the modern world and his own brain had been tenuous before society went sideways. Truth be told, if he's a hundred percent honest and no joshing, it's actually simpler now. No security cameras, no nations fighting for control, no criminal record, no social adaptation. Everything's set back to a stage way before he lost touch, and now at least he doesn't have to fake his way through a conversation about which iPhone is the better generation.

Silver linings.

The downside is, well, basically kind of everything else, right? Not that he knew many people, but most of them are probably dead now. He's got his hopes holding out for one or two, one or two really important ones, probably that green guy too, but communications are... well, they ain't what they used to be. Pros and cons.

He knows how to get by. He knows how to travel. He's got a thousand lessons programmed into his head on survival, and that's just from his army days, let alone, you know, the actual programming. He knows what side of the damn tree moss grows on and he knows how to build a fire and he knows how to dress wounds, but he sure as shit didn't know about that radioactive green death goo upstream.

So, yeah, actually, he was gonna drink that.

But more on that later, right now more pressing matters, how in the hell did someone manage to get the jump on him? He's losing his touch, getting too used to the solitary state of the world these days. He's seen maybe half a dozen people in weeks. Months. The sound of a voice doesn't make him jump, but all of his muscles prepare themselves for about half a dozen different movements at one time, like some kind of meth'd up cat before bathtime.

Just gonna keep it nice and easy, ride this one out, see how it turns. ]

Torn between drinking it and asking it out to dinner.

[ He answers finally, after a long and tense moment. Skepticism in his voice and on his face and basically just floating around everywhere.

Okay rude but what else would he be doing. ]

[ployboy]

[Oh hell no, he did not just meet up with Jason 2.0. There's even the whole... purposely disheveled thing going on, and Tim (Jesus, he is going crazy) strains his eyes to confirm that the guys isn't actually Todd. Which also confirms how utterly exhausted he is, too, but like hell Tim will let that be as obvious as the mutual scrutiny going on here.

He hums a little noise of -satisfaction? and knows his shoulders are tense, knows he's still sprung right to sprint the fuck away or brandish his weapon. But Shaggy isn't approaching, or even looking skittish, and that is like. Half reassuring and half freaky, how in control the other guy was.

But control was Tim's game, and he makes a show of rocking back on the balls of his feet. Uncertain. He hopes it sure looks that way.

He steals a glance to the sides- nope, nowhere for him to ambushed from--

and damn it all, he's going to do the thing. He trots halfway down his little hill, then stops. Reaction? Please put it on Hold, he's babbling, being friendly.] I'd take a raincheck on that date, and not just because I'm jealous you got dibs. [Okay, he's like a little jealous.

Focus, Drake. He shrugs. Remembers to shift his weight.] It's not going to be safe, and that's putting it mildly. If you walk like-- [Yeah, no, mistake. Abort. Tim's not telling how long he's been trudging along.] I don't know, five? miles, you can see what I'm talking about. It glows. And last I checked, that wasn't, you know. Healthy. Being radioactive and all.

[Like, don't get him wrong, he's still an eagle-eyed little son of a bitch but he's got no problem with patience. Which he's now got to test how much Shaggy has.]

[freightcars]

[ That little merry trot down the hill has Bucky leaning back just a few inches, not pulling away, not jerking, not even really perceptibly moving, just the slightest lean like a few millimeters somehow makes up for the decreasing gap. The heels of his boots lift up off the ground just a little as he eases onto the balls of his feet, more of a pushing off point. Quicker that way. It's not a conscious or deliberate action, just a flood of wariness that takes hold of his stance.

Kid's scrawny, but that doesn't mean much. The scrawny ones are the most determined, trust him, he knows. Ask a kid from brooklyn, ask any kid, any orphan, any desperate person with kicking adrenaline and the will to live. Plus, hell, like a guy with a metal arm going to assume someone else doesn't have some kind of weird advantage he doesn't know about.

Dark eyes narrow a little as the kid babbles on, they flit momentarily in the direction he motions toward and then back again in less than a second. Debating. ]

Glows.

[ He echos flatly, turning the word over. Nuclear fallout. Nuclear waste. It's not much of a stretch, and there's plenty of river to go around. Not like they're competing for scarce resources. Even his paranoid brain can't come up with any advantageous reason why he'd get a warning like this from a stranger if it weren't the truth. Even if it's a lie, what's the loss? A few more hours of being dehydrated while he scouts out the next water source?

Information processed, accepted. Finally he nods and stands, putting a little more distance between himself and the water. ]

Thanks.

[ Not everybody has an ulterior motive. That doesn't rule it out, doesn't make them friends, doesn't mean anything. It is what it is. A debt is owed, though, and he'd rather pay it sooner than later. After a beat, his eyes flicker from the stranger down to the cargo pocket above his right calf. He reaches in and from it pulls the cadillac of granola bars. He gives it a wiggle between his fingers just long enough to make sure the stranger's paying attention to it to catch it, then underhand tosses it across the short distance between them.

Now they're even. Chocolate chip is more or less equivalent to preventing radiation poisoning. ]

Davy Jones ♆ OC ♆ OTA

[dweomer]

kara zor-el ( aka ) supergirl

[zipzoom]

[ployboy]

Dude.

[And Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne couldn't sound more teenager if he tried. It's that is-this-real-are-you-sure-thank-you-so-much-but-you-dont-mean-it-like-in-an-offensive-way-right undercurrent to his outcry that seals the deal. He thinks. He won't even hold it against Shaggy if he doesn't understand.

And suddenly Tim misses Conner a stupidly sharp amount and his eyes quickly dart to the granola bar in his hands as he turns it over to dutifully examine.

So he hasn't got a bullet in his head yet, or a knife being flung towards his gut so he'd say this was a #win.]

Thanks.

[But his voice is still- lacking. It's a dull thanks. Tim mentally kicks himself for being so-- whatever.

His gaze turns back to Shaggy, apprehensive and... not. He won't even dare draw attention to that sweet prosthetic the guy's rocking. Could probably crack his skull.]

So where you headed?

[--which should be enough of a horrifying idea to shut him up but hey. No pain, no gain. Kid doesn't advance.]

[freightcars]

[ Bucky might have a scrambled brain and a century of spotty pop culture awareness, but he's not socially inept. Dude is one of those broad reaching words that sort of means everything and nothing and is almost entirely based on context, so he can figure out more or less the sentiment there. Thanks and was that an insult go entirely unacknowledged, completely unanswered. Let it stay ambiguous and unwelcomed, because before the question is even out of Tim's mouth Bucky is turning to go.

As far as he's concerned, the exchange is over. In fact, he almost winces when the kid presses him for a direction. His lips turn down a little and he glances over his shoulder around a curtain of hair. ]

South.

[ He responds, because it's the least rude way he can say none of your business while still answering the question. This could still be a trap after all, there are still threats in this new world. Bandits and gangs, survivors who do things in ways they wouldn't have before the fall. More than that, there's still enough of the old world lingering that he's not convinced all of the Winter Soldier's enemies are no longer threats. Maybe he murdered this kid's family twenty years ago. Maybe HYDRA is floating around. Maybe that granola bar is a death sentence, or maybe this scrappy do-gooder is the soft messenger for a bigger problem.

Either way, he's on a mission that he plans on running solo. So. Amscray, kiddo, he's heading toward the city. ]

Emma Cullen | The Magnificent Seven (2016)

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