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[dramatisperscnae]

@thecreativeforge from here bc tumblr is dumb

Breathe. He had to breathe. Nothing had happened, they were fine, just breathe, Grayson. And try not to think about how Roy's hand had felt, there in the small of his back. How it might have felt if it had landed a few inches lower.

The hand on his shoulder made him jump, though he didn't pull away; instead his own hand came up to hold it there as he looked over at Roy, hoping the flush on his cheeks had faded a little even as he found some comfort in the fact that Roy's hadn't. At least Dick wasn't the only one suddenly feeling awkward right now.

He managed a wry grin at the teasing, giving Roy's hand a squeeze but still not letting go. "I'd…call it a tie. Would've been my win if that old brownstone had still been here." He was trying to tease back, but as Roy glanced over and blue eyes met green any further comments died on Dick's lips. His heart was still pounding, albeit a little softer than it had been a few seconds ago, though he wasn't afraid; behind the uncertainty in his eyes absolute trust was shining through.

#thecreativeforge #dick ic #dick verse: gone solo #dick thread: fallen bird #[but still ask him if you can kiss him roy i dare you XD]

[eyeless-smiles]

@thecreativeforge | Closed RP

The dig has been going on for about a week, now. And the Corinthian has decided he's not particularly keen on this whole security detail business.

Especially if it means getting barked at by some nobody who calls themselves head of security. And sharing a tent with other mercenaries? The Nightmare wouldn't mind it if they were a bunch of hot young men down to fuck the night away. But at best, maybe two of them are passable by Corinthian's standards. And they're both fucking straight.

And Rashad's out sticking his hands in dirt all day, so why should his lavish tent go to waste? The Corinthian wasted no time in making himself quite at home in the noblemans dwelling. Currently sprawled out on silken sheets like a cat basking in sunlight. Enjoying the lavishness of it all whilst he idlly flicks through the covers of an old tome he found on Rashad's desk. Gawking at the historical inaccuracies mortals have managed to weave about their own pasts.

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#((i hope this works!! lmk if you want me to change anything #ic #closed rp #thecreativeforge

[jp-todd-rp]

" You haven't laughed like that in a while. "

Roy @thecreativeforge

laughter prompts! | accepting ( @thecreativeforge )

Jason's laughter tapered off at Roy's remark, but the mirth still shone in his eyes as he regarded the other man curiously. ''Like what?''

#jayroy #thecreativeforge #text rp

[normaltothemax]

@thecreativeforge liked this for a starter (accepting!)

“You know who would never do something like this to me? Lian. She’d never betray me in such a fashion.” Is he being dramatic? Definitely Maybe. Is that going to stop him? Absolutely not. “Unlike some people, Lian actually loves me.” Despite his supposed betrayal, he continues to cook Roy breakfast. Because Jason is a good person. Well…once you get past all the murder and stuff, at least.

#thecreativeforge #✦ ic: jason todd #✦ verse: main (jason todd) #✦ closed starter: jason todd #he's literally just being a dramatic ho here #roy probably dog-eared one of his books or something equally dumb #beat him at a board game idk

[speedsterredhead]

@thecreativeforge from x

Roy's eyes widened as he looked at Wally in a moment of surprise, not having expected to be cornered by the speedster but furrowed his brows immediately after, frowning at the man.

"Out of my way, Kid." He spoke firmly as he reached over to get one of his arrows. "Our friends are out there in need of our help, and everything else be damned if I don't go help them."

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"You might have a broken arm." Wally pointed at the arm Speedy was currently favoring. "I am not letting you go out there. Not when Wonder Girl and Robin and Garth seem to have it under control. You are at least letting me put it in a sling."

He sighed, hating having to be the logical one. "If I could see you were not visibly injured, that would be one thing. But sending you out there with a broken arm, not happening."

#thecreativeforge #thecreativeforge; roy harper #assault on titans tower

[goddamnmuses]

"no wonder everyone gets so flustered around you."

Willow to Bruce @thecreativeforge

"They do?"

#m:bruce #thecreativeforge

[kylo-wrecked]

@thecreativeforge ://

<< Yorkville, New York, New York >>

Sunlight didn't wake him; breathing did. The measure of another body's life and warmth. The shape and weight and delicate muscle of another leg resting on his leg; leaner and shorter than his; pleasantly warm. 

He'd been dreaming—Ben thought he'd been dreaming, and he sighed, and the fireworks behind his hot red eyelids left on him the impression of its pleasantries. The next gala was a year away, and he'd made it through this one; he even felt well-rested. 

Then he opened his eyes. He opened his eyes to a smooth brown shoulder, well-shaped, taught with lean muscle, and smelling of cinnamon. That was nice. 

Then he saw the tattoos, and he scrambled. He recognized the cryptic bands in an instant and, in that instant, realized the body he'd made a fetish of belonged to Rashad. 

Ben's heart leapt, as he would have if he didn't feel crushed by shame. Instead, he peeled himself from the sheets and slunk out of bed. He was naked, which could only mean one thing. 

Clutching the doorframe and his—you know—Ben backed out of the master room. His stomach lurched. 

Had he...?

He woke up and found Rashad in his Manhattan apartment, in the master bedroom, with the candlestick and the Hiroshima Mon Amour poster. 

No, he hadn't found Rashad; he'd committed a crime. How had it happened? Ben couldn't remember. He must have coerced—or been coerced—maybe it had been mutual, a double murder of sorts. 

It was true he kept Rashad sequestered from some of his friend groups—Marci, Ian, and Tihan—his peers from Edinbrough—his friend group from Columbia—but Ben kept all his friends in compartments. And he and Rashad had always been friends. Really good friends since prep. What if...

When the room started spinning, Ben decided to forgo thought. He stumbled into the guest bathroom and threw up. Not hungover, no. Sick to his stomach with discomfit, sure. Yes. Great. 

Ben then performed his supposed daily ritual as though the cleansing of his body and the particular order of each task would protect him—ward off the yips or something. He brushed his teeth in the shower. He shaved. When Ben's back was scrubbed raw, he toweled off. He ran argan oil through his hair and glowered at his reflection. He'd decided to stop thinking, but if Ben were thinking, he might have thought this was more than he'd do if he were actually going outside. 

He looked okay, though he was sweating at his temples by the time he switched off the bathroom light and trudged into the penetrating living room light illuminating thousands of dollars worth of Pakistani carpet squares, the art deco armchairs. He'd forgotten about those. 

Ben quickly pulled on whatever clothes he could find, anything that smelled all right, wandered over to the fridge, and rubbed the perspiring bulb of French-pressed coffee on his face, all over the slope of his face. 

"Mmm, gross," he muttered, pouring himself a tall glass. "You're gross." 

He poured Rashad coffee from a different carafe and added a splash of milk. A glass in each hand, he crossed the hot living room. Slowly, as if he were wading through a vast mangrove to wake a sleeping prince. What would the prince be like when he awoke? 

Morning rose twenty storeys from the Manhattan streets, blaring with yellow taxis and ripe lemon sun pouring through unadorned floor-to-ceiling windows. At the edge of his bed, Ben stopped and sat. The bed groaned on his behalf. He glanced at the sleeping Rashad and took a deep breath in. "Uhhhhhh." And a deep breath out. "Huhhhhhhh..." He licked his lips. He swallowed. He did everything but wake him.

Rashad really resembled a prince, too, his hand drawn over his brow, his long, ringed fingers looped in the melodrama of his hair. Eyes... 

Nope. No. 

He had to stop himself. Ben never had that voice he imagined most people did, the Jiminy Cricket, but he knew he had to stop dreaming. Rashad was royalty. He lived in a realm of rare artifacts. There was a palace, tradition, and expectation. Then there was Ben. He knew *this* had to be stopped. Now. Before someone got hurt, roasted, canceled.

"Uh." Ben swallowed before reaching for Rashad's arm, his hand just brushing his skin. "Hey-y…"

That a simple touch had become so uncomfortable literally overnight, literally, in the strict sense of the word, was a cruel irony. 

#thecreativeforge #m. au | modern!ben: the senator's son #thread tbd

[kingofthewebxxx]

Starter

Gotham was not an easy place to live in, not even for the smartest and most ruthless of people, many who had been on the top of their game had fallen without warning and had met the grittiest of ends. Not that Moriarty particularly cared, he wasn't in the limelight like the others, Riddler, Penguin, Joker. He was of a different sort, he lived in the shadows, weaving in and out mostly unseen other than by a remarkable few and even they usually met a brutal end before they could cause him any real trouble. He had been at this game too long to make such mistakes. Whilst the others were openly feared and talked about, you only heard his name in whispers in the most hopeless of situations or the darkest of corners.

He had acted as a consultant for a few of them before, yet even they knew better than to share his name without permission, what was given could also be taken away. In a small run-down flat on the outskirts of the city, he had invited Willow Beckett, he had heard of her talents and thought they had been wasted. He wanted to see why she had gone from one job to another with both being polar opposites, he felt there must be more to her psyche than what could be read about from files he had obtained and what could be seen on the surface. Having left a note with a time and place as well as evidence to prove he knew who she was at her current residence, he knew she would have to look into who had sent the note, curiosity could make people do wild things. Sensing someone nearby he said, “Better late than never, you gonna stand there or sit down, makes no difference to me.”

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[doctordonovan]

plots please

@thecreativeforge /@thedickgraysonrp

send me “plots please” … and I’ll respond with 3 interesting plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses!

❀    ||     1. dick && maeve

in maeve's dc verse, she runs safehouses all through various cities to support powered people. whilst she tries to have very little to do with heroes && villains && all that drama, she's always willing to emerge from being off the radar when it comes to using her work as a geneticist to help.

so maybe maeve being a point of contact for that network, working together when it seems necessary.

❀    ||     2. dc verse ( any muse )

okay but given the above: someone being against the work maeve's done, and framing her for some murder / crimes since her ability is frankly pretty horrifying despite her not using it.

either someone trying to track her down because they believe she did it, or someone trying to help her prove her innocence when the odds are very much against them.

❀    ||     3. jada && maeve

whether in maeve's dc verse or her main verse, I think they'd be a really interesting duo.

#thedickgraysonrp #thecreativeforge #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // answered asks #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // queue

[thegirlwondcr]

Closed thread w/@thecreativeforge

It was awkward. It was embarrassing. It was all of the above. The only good thing about the present was there was no sign of a rogue nearby, but she was sure the triggered trap sent some sort of signal to the rogue. Time was of the essence and she could not afford to call Batman to save her. Mainly because she did not want to become an eyewitness to whatever argument he would immediately get into with Jason.

Jason. Has she ever had a normal conversation with him? No. It's all mainly been quips thrown at him if their paths ever crossed, which was rare--but not for this evening. No, he just had to check out the same exact warehouse she was checking out. Before she could get far with collecting any sort of clues, her leg got caught in a trap similar to a bear trap, thankfully because of her boot and suit, it did not cause any sort of major injury, just bruising. Then there was Jason across the room, also trapped. It did seem like the perfect time to gloat, even if she were in the same situation as him.

"You stuck there?" The Robin taunted. "I bet you miss having the most state-of-the-art grappling guns, huh?" What harm was there in poking the bear if he was trapped? Then, she pulled her grappling gun from her belt and aimed it at one of the crossbeams, with the plan of pulling herself up and free from the trap. To her dismay, and absolute embarrassment, not only did she miss the beam but also lost hold of the gadget itself as it flung across the room.

Complete silence.

She avoided all possible eye contact then and began to rummage through her tool belt to find something that would help assist in her escape. Typically, at this point in a situation like this, she would call Bruce, but no way in hell was she going to have Jason Todd tell Bruce about how she lost hold of a grappling gun. The best thing the teen could come up with her limited gadgets was using the birdarang on her to try and part the trap. She was extremely unsuccessful.

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[dramatisperscnae]

@thecreativeforge [Forehead touch prompts || accepting]

[ EXHAUSTION ]:     having just overcome a massive obstacle (e.g. using a massive display of their powers, fighting through a sizable army, embarking on a perilous journey, writing up a PhD thesis etc.) the sender and receiver reunite, and the sender drops their head forward to rest against the receivers, thoroughly exhausted but glad to be reunited at last.

Why did hell have to break loose so damned often? After a certain point, shouldn't there be no more hell left to break loose? Dick took a few seconds to look around, leaning against the remnants of what had been a wall until about ten minutes ago. Yet another fight that left half a city in rubble and had needed some serious heavy hitters to resolve…but they'd come through it. He was eexhausted, bloodied, bruised, but still standing.

Pushing off the wall Dick started off through the wreckage of the battlefield, eyes scanning for a flash of red. Not the red of blood - there was more than enough of that as it was - but a brighter, distinctive shade. He'd seen the arrows, heard the smart-assed comments over the comms, knew the man was here somewhere; he just had to find him.

It took a good few minutes, given he had to pick off a few stragglers, but soon enough the man he sought was there at the end of the street. Blue eyes brightened behind a dust-stained mask, exhaustion forgotten as he broke into a run.

"Arsenal!"

Dick threw his arms around the archer, pulling him into as tight a hug as he could - one shoulder had been dislocated in the battle; he'd reset it but it was still angry at him - before pulling back enough to rest their heads together out of sheer relief. "…still the proverbial bad penny, huh?" he asked with a warm smile. "Just can't get rid of you."

#thecreativeforge #dick ic #dick verse: gone solo #dick/roy: ship tag tbd #[surprise you get BOTH PROMPTS]

[eyeless-smiles]

THECREATIVEFORGE | CLOSED RP

To be perfectly honest, the Corinthian doesn't care what this party is about. Just some sentimental celebration by some air headded rich folks wanting to flaunt their wealth amongst their peers. And quite frankly, the Corinthian doesn't give a fuck.

The whole reason he frequents these events, is because they are ripe with eligible young, wealthy bachelors.

Just the Corinthian's type.

He'd manage to weasel his way into this event on the arm of some stinkingly rich old baronness as her latest piece of arm candy. It was simple enough to swoon the old crone with some delightful smooth talking and some utterly repulsive sex. But the Nightmare is not above doing whatever it takes to get him in.

And now that he's brushing past the elbows of some of the citys elite, the blond glides through the crowd with an effortless ease of a hunter seeking out its prey. Having abandoned his date somewhere in the sea of fine silks and expensive alcohol. The Corinthian finds itself drawn to one particularly handsome looking young thing loitering by some obscenely expensive ancient pottery.

The Corinthian slips up by his side almost silently. His drink held to his lips as the monster takes a moment to regard the ugly lump of pottery displayed on its pedestal.

"Not much to look at, is it?"

@thecreativeforge

#((i hope this works! #ic #closed rp #thecreativeforge #dnd verse

[jp-todd-rp]

❝ C’mere, I’ll fix you up. ❞

Roy @thecreativeforge

Sentences → Dangerous & Soft Love | accepting

Jason's accepted Roy's gentle touch easily. He let himself be led to the couch, sinking down on the furniture with a groan and a sigh. ''It could have been worse,'' Jason tries, peering down at the darkening bruise on his ribs. And that slash on his thigh... okay, yeah, maybe, that one would need stitches, despite Jason's initial assessment.

#jayroy #text rp #thecreativeforge

[normaltothemax]

Things Said On Discord "we can both be dumb but pretty." Roy @ Jason

“Excuse you, I am a lady and a scholar.”

He’s offended. Really, he is. Look at him, clutching his non-existent pearls and everything. Dumb but pretty. Jason scoffs. Honestly, it’s like Roy doesn’t even know him at all. Jason is a goddamn genius, thank you very much. He excelled in school, before he died. Did extra credit projects just for the fun of it. Reads classic fucking literature in his free time.

Actually, now that he’s thinking about it, saying all that out loud might make him sound more like a nerd than anything else, so maybe he’ll keep it to himself for now. “I just need a bit of time to crack this code. Shouldn’t take me too long.” He was trained by the Batman, after all. The World’s Greatest Detective. And, even though he’s loathe to admit it, B had been a half decent teacher, when he’d put his mind to it. “Dumb but pretty. Fuck you very much, Roy.”

@thecreativeforge (x)

#thecreativeforge #✦ ic: jason todd #✦ verse: main (jason todd) #✦ meme reply: jason todd

[tireironmybeloved]

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them. @thecreativeforge sent the thing for any muse

It was supposed to be an easy little stake out.

Just go with Willow and watch the place for a while. Keep a record for people coming and going.

But now there complications. Because of course there is. And the people they were supposed to be watching are the ones out and looking for suspicious figures among the regular folks loitering about their business.

There's no easy spot here to duck into without calling more attention to themselves.

And then suddenly she's pressing him back up against a tree, a hand in his hair tugging him down so she doesn't have to stretch to press her lips to his.

Logic says it's a great idea. People spying generally tend to pay attention to their targets and not on kissing. Also hides their faces. Makes people uncomfortable looking too long to really see other details. It's a solid tactic.

But logic doesn't stick around long.

She's brilliant at everything he's seen her put herself too, and this is no exception. And Jason's always been weak for a woman who isn't afraid to put him in his place.

Makes it easy to follow her lead and fall into it. Hands at her waist and he gives as good as she gives. Learns the shape of her mouth with his own. Leaves him breathless when it breaks.

"Wow." He mumbles, and then flushes because apparently logic took eloquence with it on it's trip out the door.

#thecreativeforge #{ comm line is open } asks #thecreativeforge: willow #wordstobespoken #[[ #lemme know if this needs changing as always <3 #]]

[goddamnmuses]

🎁

(Go wild on this one! From whoever you want to whoever you want :) @thecreativeforge)

Send me 🎁 (or “present”) for a holiday gift from my muse! (We'll go Willow as they're interacting now)

"Here, Merry Christmas."

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