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SEMI-SERIOUS PLAYFIGHTS THAT END WITH ONE PERSON PINNED TO THE FLOOR/WALL AND ACCIDENTAL FURIOUS KISSING THO
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We know the whole ‘sugar, spice, and everything nice’ rhyme. But what metaphorical (or literal) ingredients make up MY Muse? Whether it be salt or cinnamon or an unhealthy obsession with crows, let me know in my inbox!
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im hot
H ard to love O bnoxious T errible
if you can’t handle me at my worst then that sucks because that’s all there is to me
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“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“
“Yeah. That… that’s probably an appropriate request.” He blinks once slowly before snagging a blanket to save some modesty and disappears to find some boxers. A minute or two later he steps back out, now clad in black boxers and an light, unzipped, purple jacket.
He scratches the back of his head, further mussing his hair but far more alert than he had before. “Better?”
“Yeah, that’s fine with me, wherever you choose.” He slips on his shoes, conveniently lying by the coffee table where he’d left them. “There’s one not far from here, six or seven blocks.” It wasn’t a large number to the archer at least, he motioned toward the door. “Uh, after you I guess.”
He zipped his jacket further, not exactly self conscious about his attire. The man had already seen him naked so it wasn’t as if modesty itself was an issue. He snatched his keys off the table and slipped them into his pocket on the way toward the door.
That sounded like a good plan, indeed. The aesir would not be searching for him in crowded places, after all, and walking a little bit before sitting down would help his mind clear out after the rush of adrenaline. He sighed a bit in relief and nodded, walking towards the door.
It was clear he wasn’t the only one in need of some fresh air to collect himself, though. Loki bit his lower lip in a desperate attempt not to chuckle, his eyes bright in amusement as they followed the shorter man’s movements. “I must point out one more thing before we exit, if I may.” He gestured vaguely towards Barton’s legs. “Are you sure you want to go to the mall without trousers. I’ve hear they are a bit picky with their dressing code.”
"Huh?"
His eyes widened, head shaking as he laughed at himself. "Yeah, yeah I'll just-" he turned, toeing his shoes off as he went in search for some pants. It took far less time than earlier as he snagged a pair off the back of a chair and tugged them on. He put on his shoes once more and joined Loki at the door. He locked it behind him after making sure his key was in his pocket- cause wouldn't that have been great?- "The elevator is out of service so we'll have to take the stairs."
Hey Guys So Here's A Thing
Lately my muse has been way low, practically nonexistent for Clint and for some of my other characters. Until I figure out what I'm doing with my life and issues outside of the RP Community I'm putting this blog on Hiatus. Every now and then I'll be on and may even get some drafts out. My only blogs that I'm gonna say will still be quite active are my OCs and The Ranskahov Brothers. Thanks for understanding!
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club penguin bans sentence starters
"i'm a fucking piece of pizza,"
"holy shit toto, we sure as fuck ain't in kansas anymore,"
"i ain't fucking with these christmas lights anymore,"
"why is the only angry one black?"
"get in loser, we're going sledding,"
"jesus fucking christ, that cookie hot as shit,"
"ah yes, my meth lab is ready,"
"i need this life vest 'cos i'm drowning in the pussy,"
"i could kill you right now, no one would wear you scream,"
"i could go back and pretend to be you,"
"fashion police, you're definitely under arrest,"
"you're tearing this family apart, ___"
"what do you mean you're being murdered? that's illegal, people can't do that,"
"i'm wanted for stealing yo girl/boy,"
"wanna hear a joke? your future,"
"i would like to order all the money,"
"when i see stars i think of you. because you're only beautiful from a distance,"
"do it for the vine,"
"you dress like an idiot,"
"girl/boy, are you because i want to take you out,"
"hey you forgot something. your social life,"
"help me hide this body in here,"
"did you just propose, using emojis?"
"do drugs they said. it will be fun they said,"
"it's called capitalism,"
"thank you for helping me commit cannibalism,"
"shit, we on national television,"
"bitch, throw one more snowball at me,"
"can you leave my house please?"
"i'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch,"
"can i pay you in swag?"
"excuse me, do you know where i can find the booty?"
"what the flipper?"
"santa isn't real,"
"what do penguins do in a race? they peng-win,"
"a milkshake ain't a goddamn pizza,"
"locked up because my eyebrow game was too strong,"
"man, look at all this fuckin' dope,"
"fuck it, i ain't running,"
"hey, do you wanna join my gang?"
"i'll ask my mom,"
"smooth as butter,"
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recruitment... //closed
An Avenger? Pandora barely looked up from her work, but when she did, she did a quadruple take. Clint Barton. Hawkeye
Shit. They knew about Eve.
“An offer? What could the Avengers want with an archaeologist?” Pandora said, her hands on her knees. She didn’t seem to be able to get up from kneeling in the sand. She was far too stunned by the situation she found herself in.
“I think we both know there’s more than just an archaeologist here.” He sat down, legs in front of him and elbows resting on his knees, so that they were eye level. “I’m just here to give you an opportunity, to come work with our team on the West Coast, benefits are good, high pay grade, and if you want to say no I’ll walk away now and leave you to your digging. If you’re interested though I can buy you a coffee and we can talk about my offer?”
This was trouble. Pandora studied his face carefully, weighing her options. She could get Eve under control. Or, they’d cage her up like a few other agencies had tried to do.
She had to remember, though, that Eve was smart. She communicated well. Hulk didn’t. If Hulk could speak eloquently, he’d be an entirely different beast (no pun intended). Hulk isn’t a monster. Eve is.
“What exactly is your offer? I wouldn’t want to waste your time or money over coffee. I’m not entirely sure what you’re trying to get at, and. Barton.”
“My offer is a place on the team, a hundred facilities at your disposal, and no threat of a government agency putting you in a cell. You’d have an opportunity to save the world and have a penthouse apartment in a privately owned building?
"Also call me Clint- agent Barton is too... formal."
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Reblog this if
you love your muse, yes, we know, you love your muse so much, they’re the light of your life, you love them so much, you just love your muse, we KNOW , you love your muse you fucking love your muse ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE YOUR MUSE. WE GET IT.
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recruitment... //closed
An Avenger? Pandora barely looked up from her work, but when she did, she did a quadruple take. Clint Barton. Hawkeye
Shit. They knew about Eve.
“An offer? What could the Avengers want with an archaeologist?” Pandora said, her hands on her knees. She didn’t seem to be able to get up from kneeling in the sand. She was far too stunned by the situation she found herself in.
“I think we both know there’s more than just an archaeologist here.” He sat down, legs in front of him and elbows resting on his knees, so that they were eye level. “I’m just here to give you an opportunity, to come work with our team on the West Coast, benefits are good, high pay grade, and if you want to say no I’ll walk away now and leave you to your digging. If you’re interested though I can buy you a coffee and we can talk about my offer?”
recruitment... //closed
“So can we talk? I’m Clint and I’m an Avenger and I’m not really god at this whole welcome speech thing but I’d like to extend an offer if you have time?”
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me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous
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Write me a “News Report” about my Muse.
Example: “This just in: The hunt for a young girl has concluded today after she reappeared in her backyard three days after her elder sister reported her missing. Authorities say she may have been drugged by her kidnappers, as she continues to claim she met a talking cat and escaped a murderous queen. More on this at eleven!”
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~Action Prompts~
Send Me:
- 😡 for my muse to slap yours
- 🌱for my muse to garden with yours
- ⏳for my muse to tell yours a story from their childhood
- 🔪 for my muse to stab yours
- ✂ for my muse to cut your muse’s hair
- 🎓 for our muses to attend graduation together
- 🐱for my muse to find your muse’s lost pet (please specify which pet)
- 🍞for my muse to invite yours to a picnic
- 🚿 for our muses to take a shower together
- ⤵ for my muse to catch yours as they trip
- ➰ for my muse to throw a book at your muse
- 💤 for my muse to fall asleep on your muse
- 🚢 for my muse to invite yours on a boating expedition
- ⏰ for my muse to be late to a meeting with your muse
- 🌽 for my muse to get lost in a corn maze with your muse
Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.
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How did you get him out?
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Reblog if you are willing to write in-depth, significant, and valued FRIENDSHIPS.
There is so much focus on romantic/sexual relationships lately. Friendships are incredibly important for characters too, and deserve as much love and attention as romantic/sexual relationships.