I’m looking for fairly active DC blogs to follow and roleplay with, atleast around on a weekly basis. Anyone open to making new RP friends and doesn’t mind non-mutuals to send in memes and be tagged in random starters.
You can be from any part of the DC Universe: the comics, movies, video games, animated series, TV series or based on any multiple or all the verses. Your muse can be canon, AU, genderbent, trans, or an OC. Its okay if you’re a side blog or a multi-muse blog.
Please reblog this if you are regularly active and open to new connections.
“And why is that?” Cisco asked, almost offended. “Dude, my invention was your inspiration. If you tell me, I’ll tell you who those gauntlets belong to.” He sat back down in his chair and poked Landon’s side with his foot. “You know you want to tell me.”
“I could find out who those gauntlets belong to.” Landon pointed out. Internally, he was pretty much screaming. It wasn’t every day that his intellectual role model was poking him playfully. “I could find out pretty easily, actually. It wouldn’t be all that hard, I bet Uncle Micky would tell me if I pouted a bit.”
A smirk spread across his face. “I betcha couldn’t.” Cisco sat upright in his chair and rested his head on his hands. “This guy hasn’t been out for long. He’s a newcomer, remember?” This kid annoyed him at first, waltzing in like he owned the place. Now, Cisco found himself quickly growing fond of the young man, and he only hoped that it wouldn’t turn around to bite him in the ass.
“I was a kid, I was using kid logic. At least I got better at it.” Landon smirked watching as Cisco checked out his feet. It was so weird that this was the same dude that he had begged Uncle Micky to get an autograph from. “Hm. I don’t think I should tell you that, either.”
“And why is that?” Cisco asked, almost offended. “Dude, my invention was your inspiration. If you tell me, I’ll tell you who those gauntlets belong to.” He sat back down in his chair and poked Landon’s side with his foot. “You know you want to tell me.”
“Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer.”
“You’re gonna be fine, okay? You… You’ll be fine.”
“No. Oh, no. No no no. This can’t happen. No. You can’t die.”
“Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don’t sleep.”
“Oh my god… Don’t give up! You can’t give up!”
“You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to…”
“Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh– Oh… Oh, god… Oh please no…”
“The doctor explained everything to me… I… I can’t just let you go like this. I need you.”
“Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive.”
“There’s nothing they can do. I– I’m so sorry.”
“No. They’re wrong. They’re wrong, okay? You’re not gonna die.”
“Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live.”
“Don’t die… Don’t die on me. Please…”
“Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to stay with me. I’m bringing you to the hospital.”
“I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine…”
“Come on, now. You’ve lived through worse than this. Just… Just live through this too.”
“I’m so sorry I let this happen to you.”
“Yeah, I was like six. It involved a bit of rope, the Gen23s and ruining a pair of sneakers.” He laughed. Sure at the time, that had hurt but it was funny to think back at tying the guns to his feet and trying to skate that way. He raised his eyebrows, wondering just how much he should say. So he hopped up on the table, swinging his feet idly. He wasn’t making any ice at the moment, but there were spots glowing a dangerous blue, waiting. “I definitely have some sweet kicks.”
“Wow. That sounds incredibly stupid.” Cisco laughed, knowing he would probably do something similar when he was younger. “Do they just create ice under your feet, or are there other features?” He asked, watching as the shoes glowed a brilliant blue.
“Mm.” Landon said, a bit of a smirk on his face. A guy in the past he’d never heard of that worked with the Flash? Not freaking likely. “Yeah man. Of course I was an idiot the first few times I tried it.”
“Yeah?” Cisco so badly wanted to flick his finger and let his vibrations power down the kids shoes, but he was afraid he didn’t have the fine tuning of little moves like that down just yet. He didn’t want to ruin the shoes, they were amazing. “So how much are you like you father? Are you out and about stealing and looting, or are you juts a citizen with sweet kicks?”
Xander purses his lips, fingers tightening around his cup of coffee, whilst he was happily surprised that Cisco was telling him all of this so easily, none of it was helpful. “So basically, you know absolutely nothing.”
“Sure.” Cisco said, his face dropping. He knew it was better to let someone think he was without knowledge than to be forced to tell the cofidential information he did know. He looked down at his watch and stood from his chair. “Gosh, time really does fly, doesn’t it? I have to get back to work. My lunch break technically ended 20 minutes ago.”
Cisco backup 