Open RP Post

[yarnzipan]

1. Pick a character!
   
2. Tag in and post (or request) a prompt!
   
3. ???
   
4. RP!

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a prompt for clark

[contacts]

[stands_for_hope]

It's not really a surprise that someone powered by sunlight genuinely enjoys mornings, but despite his upbringing, he likes taking his time in the morning to actually enjoy it. Slow, languid kisses, breakfast in bed, long happy moments of running his hands over the woman he loves and taking in the perfection of her.

He knows that Lois generally takes a little longer to wake up, which is why he does his best not to bother her as he gets up to make them breakfast. That's why he's surprised and delighted to turn around from the counter to see her sitting on the opposite one, grinning at him.

"Good morning, beautiful."

[contacts]

It's not that Lois can't do mornings, it's that she prefers not to have to. She can get up early and has done so on more than one assignment. The truth doesn't wait around for her to sleep in, and too many people try to hide too much. Giving them more chance to do that by snoozing doesn't help. But on those days that she's not chasing a story? She likes to sleep in, to take her time and wake up slowly.

Today, she does neither. Today, she wakes when Clark brushes a kiss against her shoulder and slides out of bed, and after a long minute of stretching and wondering if she wants to go back to sleep, she figures that she's awake, so she might as well get up and make sure that Clark is making pancakes.

"Good morning."

She does so enjoy his habit of cooking while still shirtless, wearing only those low-slung pajama pants of his, and so she reaches out and runs a hand over his shoulder and chest, an aimless kind of contact.

"How about pancakes?"

and a tag for clark

[contacts]

chinese tonight?

[stands_for_hope]

is that 'I'm going to be late' or 'I really want Chinese'?

[contacts]

why is that an either or question?

Hey Chloe.

[quarter_mile_life]

[walking_witch]

She's been traveling through California in a car that should haven given out a couple of years ago, and it's really just luck that she happens to break down about a mile away from a garage.

"Don't suppose one of you boys would mind seeing what you can do about this?"

[quarter_mile_life]

"I can take a look." Dom finished tightening the belt on the car he'd been bent over before turning to look in the direction of the voice as he grabbed a towel to wipe his hands.

Vince and the rest were out picking up parts so he was alone in the garage.

[racer_ex]

He'd debated how to approach the place, given what he knew of those who spent their time their and the issue he was bringing to them. There'd been a temptation to come in his Car, but that was putting a crosshair on the place regardless of what they decided and they didn't deserve that.

Instead, he came in one of his favorite (still heavily modified) classic cars and pulled around the back before turning off the engine and slipping out of the car.

Clark

[insistent]

It was a college weekend, which meant she, Elena and Bonnie were visiting schools to at least see what was on offer. Whittmore was probably their first choice, but still, a weekend free of Mystic Falls was always a plus.

Although they did split up for a while to explore on their own once the tour was over. Caroline ended up at the coffee shop on campus, sitting at the table and checking her messages while she finished a coffee.

[american_alien]

Clark had kept up with Caroline after that text discussion, which was why he was rather surprised to see her when he looked up from some of his books in the coffee shop.

"...Caroline?"

Surprise me.

[acrescentwolf]

[Relevant details, 20 something werewolf alpha, New Orleans born and raised in the bayou, good with a bow and outdoor activities. Can provide spoilers if you want via plurk. ]

[verdad_y_justicia]

The man who walks in with a duffle bag over his shoulder and clothes that have seen better days almost looks like he couldn't afford a drink at a place like this, but once he asks for his tequila, the money he pulls out comes in a small bundled stack and it's definitely as green as anyone else's.

He's an oddity, for sure, but he doesn't look like he wants to start trouble. Instead, he's going to spend his time glancing around the bar and seeing who looks interesting. Interesting for what is something he'll decide when he gets there.

Why not.

[bayou_born]

[20 something hybrid, hauling a cargo of coffins and a toddler cross country while looking for a cure for the coffin contents. Might settle somewhere or just random meetings?

Alternatively, 20 something pregnant werewolf in the New Orleans area.]

Catchall for this asshole, Bring me anyone/everyone

[internalizing]

And one for his sister.

[complicity]

[verdad_y_justicia]

The bar he comes to for tonight is full of the usual rabble: grumpy old men, surly young men, and the occasional woman there for any number of reasons. Which is why it's easy enough to spot the piece that doesn't quite fit. The diamond in the rough.

The one he walks over to with a glass of the best whiskey the bar can serve, placing the tumbler on the table in offer. He offers a bow of his head, an inviting smile, and watches her to see the response.

Open, or just Scott.

[trained_to_lead]

[thisgiftbites]

[ canon point? ]

for a somewhat established Clark

[killofthenight]

[She tries very hard not to get involved with doppelgangers. Sure, Helena spies on them but, never in a direct way. She's careful and that's served her well over the years. The trouble is that even someone as resourceful and well-trained as Helena Wayne is eventually gets in over her head. What does her in is a group of slavers that happen to be aliens.

Helena is a capable woman, but space isn't exactly her turf. It only takes one screw up to lose all those people for good. She's confident in her abilities, but there's simply too much at stake here.

She does what any good Bat would do: tip off Lois Lane about what's going on and then hang out on the Daily Planet roof in the shadows. Dramatic? Completely. She knows how effective this is so she'll deal with being a cliche later. She needs him. It doesn't matter how nervous the thought of seeing him makes her. She's doing this for them. They're all that matters.]

Let's do this.

[stabling]

[Sister obvs, but also generally open.]

eeeeee

[morethanagun]

[ canon point preference? ]

Continued from ABO

[granularity]

[ continued from here ]

Sandy nods before practically burrowing into Dick's shoulder and dropping off.

[circusbat]

The next few days were a blur of sex for Dick. He remembered all of it, it was just a lot.

Finally, though, he roused from a deep sleep, taking a deep breath and sighing softly when he realizes that the pheromones in the room have dropped to a more manageable level. He presses a kiss against Sandy's hair where the man has his head pillowed against Dick's chest.