Only they can reach you

[wheesockies]

; only they can reach you You're dangerous. In the end, it doesn't matter whether you're a constant flight risk ticking time bomb or someone who's a threat to society when the moon is full or the right magic spells or demon blood enchantment is given; anyone could unluckily wind up on your business end on one bad day. Isn't it better, then, for you to just stay away and build up walls so you never hurt someone else? There is a someone else that can make all the difference, however. Somehow, they're the only person who can diffuse the bomb that is you. Maybe it's because of your shared history. Maybe they're just the only person you truly like. Whatever the case may be, there's no surprise that you've grown close to them...perhaps too close, though you may not realize depending on how aware of surroundings you are. Now, your emotions are all mixed up, and there could even be lo- No. Don't focus on that. Instead, just don't question it and only rely on them to get you through spells that make you a danger to yourself and others. Whether they're keeping you at bay, you're having a calm moment with them or battling with the idea of your feelings be known, or otherwise, you should appreciate them, your emotional walls or instability notwithstanding. Comment with your character, preferences, what side they'll be, and any other information that makes you easily tagged by new people or canon unfamiliar players. Reply to others. Play at your own discretion. Emotional, angsty, fluffy, fully romantic, ust, it's up to you.

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kylo ren { STAR WARS } ota

[vaderstan]

Roy Mustang - FMA

[colonelmustbang]

Bruce Banner | MCU | OTA

[punybanner]

[ I feel like I'm obligated to post here haha. Castmates preferred for this one unless we've threaded together before! Also, two warnings: 1) I will be slow & 2) there will more than likely be some triggering issues involved, so if you want me to avoid certain topics, please let me know. ]

Elektra Natchios | Netflix Marvel | OTA

[tamethatfire]

[Defenders version naturally. Open to castmates and established CR.]

[blindninja]

"Elektra put the knife down. Please."

Usually when he's beyond the point of exhaustion that he can barely stay steady on his feet, panting and about to sink to his knees, they've been doing a very different kind of activity. But he's got the dry throat with no hollow laugh, the pain without the pleasure, the strain that wasn't followed by relief.

He could feel the itch as his blood trickled down his skin, dripping onto the cold hard ground like sewer water. His suit might be the only thing holding parts of him together after she got a couple of good nicks and slices in. Maybe a part of him thinks that the knife she's holding is safer in his chest than in her hand, but he's still lucid enough to know which side of the martyrdom or suicidal line he's standing on.

"You don't have to do this anymore."

[tamethatfire]

The way this man said her name suggested a familiarity that felt strange to Elektra. Keeping her distance she watched him, that creature clad in red armour, keeping up with her nobody else had managed so far. It took effort to fight him, and she could feel bruises blossoming under her skin where he'd got her.

He wasn't better, not really, couldn't be when he seemed to be holding back.

Easy prey. Easy kill.

So why wasn't he dead? Why had she been holding back herself? Every time her blade made contact with him something stopped her from slicing through him. Instead she'd only nicked and sliced him superficially. Black Sky could kill this Red Devil, there was no doubt. So...

"Give up. You can't win."

I wanted to ask do you know who I am but then y'know. Unintentionally hilarious.

[blindninja]

"Okay." It was as simple as that. There was no telling who'd stagger out of this alive if they really let themselves hurt each other, but he wanted her back so desperately that he was willing to ignore the fact that she could just be an ersatz carbon copy of the woman he loved. He'd loved her, and set her free, and she came back to him. And tried to kill him. On more than one occasion. So surely she was his, and he was hers.

"I don't want to win. I haven't been winning. Let's just- let's just stop fighting." Let's be honest. He wants her but he also wants to save her, and he can't really be trusted when he's been trying to convince himself he wants the former more than the latter.

"Do you remember me?"

You're Mr Stevens? XD

[tamethatfire]

Elektra's frown deepened when that man complied with her demand. Fingers tightening around the grip of her weapon she watched him closely. It could be a ruse, a trap to draw her in or get her to drop her guard.

His body language, though, the sad expression on his face, the almost defeated slump of his shoulder told her he wasn't lying.

She felt a sting in the side of her stomach where that strange scar was. The pain travelled through her core, curling up in her chest to pulsate with each breath she drew.

The tip of her blade touched Matt's chin, the side of it following close behind, pressing against his throat.

"You're the fool from the restaurant." Who'd called her name and looked at her with eyes so full of anguish and fearful hope swirling in their emptiness.

"Are you so keen on dying that you would dare come for me alone?"

Leto Atreides II | Dune Series

[shapehistory]

[Sandworm transformation in progress/complete - lmk wich.]

Poe || Altered Carbon

[aipoe]

[AI hotel gone a little loopy.]

[gaijinsleeve]

Guilt's a bit of a strong word. It's not guilt, exactly. He feels guilty about Quell, about surviving the virus, about coming back into this world at the whims of a man they had fought too hard to try and prevent from emerging. Poe's death is...

Anyway, there's a time and place for guilt, and it's not here or now.

It had taken a long time for Ava to piece back together the information they needed to reconstruct the AI and clearly it hadn't quite come back in the way they'd expected him to. 'Malfunctioning' was putting it lightly, but at least Tak had the sense to clear everyone else out in case the poet decided to let his gatling guns loose.

Staying calm on the wrong end of a double barrel, Tak managed to stave off the cigarette cravings and tried to start talking the hotelier down. He's not sure what coming back from a traumatic sort of erasure would be like, but he can't imagine it to be too different from a violent, painful and unjust death. But maybe that's just humanising the 1s and 0s too much.

"Poe. That's not how you greet a guest."

[aipoe]

Humanity in all its glory and with all its genius had never been good at accepting that some things had better remain untouched. Robotics, AI, the immortality programme. For each dream coming true, a dozen nightmares became reality as well.

Poe's kind was a good example of that if the actions of his fellow AIs were anything to go by. The hotel might have been the friendliest of the lot but that didn't make him any less harmful.

Death had been painful and his last nanoseconds of consciousness had been filled with what humans would call regret.

Resurrection was a nightmare, a shock to the code. Ava, being one of the best, had done her best to piece the AI back together but Poe's code was older than her and AIs had evolved in secret while humanity had been busy with their own issues with mortality. Poe would have advised against attempting to bring him back. But here he was, lines of coding stuck in wrong places, wrapped in larger ill-fitting blocks of coding. Let's not forget all his valuable encrypted 'experiences', 'memories', and 'observations' he'd made over the years.

If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

While the AI was busy untangling and fixing himself, plucking, rearranging, and rewriting lines and sections, the hotel part of him, the vegetative system if you will, only had one objective: protect us.

The avatar behind the reception desk stared coldly at the human, guns ready to tear Tak to pieces.

The familiarity in the way the human used to address Poe was the only thing that saved the gaijin sleeve.

"Is that what you are, Sir? A guest?"

[gaijinsleeve]

Well. He's a few things. One of the biggest assholes Poe's ever had the pleasure of putting up with, probably, was included in that list. But for all his shortcomings, Tak had good intentions. If he hadn't slept through those 250 years he probably would have acquired a bit of wisdom, too. He's not sure he's going to be able to return this sleeve to Ortega in one piece when if this goes south. But being the one who had insisted Frankenstein be put back together, it was his responsibility to make sure the AI wouldn't go rogue and kill everyone who happened to be in the vicinity.

"Your only guest for the past fifty years. If you have a record of that." You wouldn't shoot your only guest, would you Poe? Think of the one star TripAdvisor rating he wouldn't be able to give.

[aipoe]

AI hotels didn't have the best reputation for a good reason. Crazy stalkers, dangerous, clingy, harmful. Despite the jovial demeanour and the pretty manners Poe was all that underneath. That Tak had revived this digital stalker, well. Good intentions paved the road to hell, wasn't it?

But it looked like it was Ortega's boyfriend sleeve's lucky day. In the tangled mess that made up the poet, there were bits and pieces matching the sleeve's face, appearance, DNA.

"My records describe you as demanding, rude, and rather abusive, Sir," the AI commented. "Your friend stole a piece of antique lace for a... severed head?"

rydia | final fantasy iv | m/f

[sylvan]

[ Older version @ tilleul available by request. She'd be the one doing the reaching, of course. Non-human is fine (but sentient humanoid/transformed is preferred). JRPGs/FFs heavily preferred, as well. ]

Maria Hill :: MCU :: F/M

[standardprocedure]

[Slow tagging likely. Trying to get my RP/writing mojo back & desperately needing a distraction.]

Jennifer Walters | Marvel

[grayshulk]

JARVIS | MCU (Post-Ultron)

[veryintelligentsystem]

[Open to most scenarios,favoring Tony or possibly Bruce. Platonic with buildup is best, and maybe expect slowish tags.]

Credence Barebone | Fbawtft

[thebarebones]

[The one being the ticking bomb, Obscurial powers and all that]

Victor Creed | XMU

[oldmancreed]

[loistheintrepid]

[ He's been missing for a week. She's been trying not to panic. Thinking maybe he just needs his space. That the doctor's appointment, the day with Jon, dinner with Chloe and Ollie had all been too much for him.

He just needs some space.

But a week stretches even longer, and it's not like him to up and leave like this. That's her move, generally speaking.

And then she gets a call. From Scott Summers, of all fucking people. She's in a car speeding towards Westchester immediately, hands shaking and every single horrible thought imaginable racing through her head as she makes her way to Xavier's.

He's chained up and sedated in one of the examination rooms when she gets there, and she brings all hell down on Hank for the state he's in. Barely conscious, strung up like some kind of prisoner, even though they insist that it's for his own good. That he keeps hurting himself, that he hasn't spoken more than a curse and a growl in days.

She enters the chamber, Hank standing by ready to pump a gallon's worth of sedative through him if he so much as bares a tooth. ]

Victor?

[oldmancreed]

[He doesn't know how long he's been here, or where he actually is. In fact, he doesn't remember much other than the rage that's still coursing through his body. The chains aren't helping with that.

All he knows is that he wants out of here and soon.

Then a voice cuts through the haze that is his mind. It's a good voice, a safe voice though he can't place it at the moment. He turns toward it, trying to make out who it is and if they want to hurt him, too.]

[loistheintrepid]

[ It's a strange feeling, locking eyes with a man she's said "I love you" to and barely recognizing him. There's an all consuming rage in his eyes, something dark and angry and distant.

She hesitates, catching that flicker of faint recognition and drawing a little closer. Hank mutters a warning, but she dismisses him, trying to read Victor's gaze. ]

Victor. Victor, it's Lois. Hey, look at me.

[oldmancreed]

[The words are dull and muted, but he thinks he recognizes his name. Victor. That's his name. The rest is a blur and he shakes his head, as if trying to get his brain working properly again.

The figure takes another step toward him and he growls, menacing, but also a signal that he's hurt. Something only an animal would do.]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]