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[barnesandbarton]

𝒶𝓋𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓍 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝓍 𝒷𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈

Ava was nervous to meet the Avengers. She had been told great things about them, and Stephen obviously looked up to them in more ways than one, so the stakes was high, but when she met them? Oh god, she was so happy it went okay. She got along with Natasha right away, and Tony also was cool. Steve intimidated her, but that was only because she knew Captain America was still, after all these years, America´s sweetheart. Ava had on her cute summer dress that hugged her upperbody, it was wavy around her legs, reaching mid tigh, she had beautiful long legs, blond hair, light make up. She was simply a natural beauty. She wore some white heels aswell, wanting to be on her bed behaviour... atleast for now. Ava was a short girl, 5´1. "So, you still need to meet the last two, Bucky and Clint, they are actually a couple," Natasha explained and nodded softly smiling a bit. "Hey guys!" Natasha spoke, and Ava couldn´t help but have her jaw drop just at how hot they are, and together? They where absolutely to swoon for. Ava swallowed and nodded clearing her throat, getting her anxiety in check before she walked over and held her hand out for them and smiled softly. "I´m Ava. I´m joining you guys from now on," she spoke gently, however she was weak in the knees just by how hot they where.

Bucky and Clint hadn’t really been paying too much attention to the comings and goings at the tower today.  It was their day off and they were much more caught up with getting to spend some quality one on one time with each other.

They’d been together for a few months now, but there had been at least a full year of flirting and a certain super-soldier figuring out his sexuality and realizing he could let himself be happy if he wanted to.  They were well and truly in their honeymoon phase, where sex was exciting and they wanted to try out so many different things, and they just wanted to live in each other’s pockets whenever they could.

They were cuddled up, playing MarioKart on the couch in the Avengers common area when Natasha came in with the rather pretty blonde.  They both looked up and Clint jumped to his feet.  “Oh yeah?” he asked, coming over and offering her his hand. “Welcome to the team.  What can you do?  Laser eyes?  I hope it’s Laser eyes.”

“Clint,” Bucky scolded.  “Give her some breathing room.”

[mr-tony-stark]

// closed starter for @norabarnes143

Tony had been up for a few days now.  He wasn’t great at sleeping at the best of times, but since the whole ‘hole-in-the-sky-with-aliens-pouring-out’ debacle, he’d been having nightmares.  He was scared to go back to sleep, not that he’d admit that to anyone.

He’d been distracting himself in the lab when he wasn’t actively out being Iron Man or taking meetings with people. Since the Battle for New York, he’d made twenty-three new versions of his Iron Man armor.  All the different versions lined the walls of his workshop in different cases.

He was waning though.  In the past when he felt like this, he’d head out to a club, pick out someone to take home, and hope the sex would give him an endorphin high that would get him a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.  Tonight, he went to the communal kitchen to make himself the strongest coffee he could.

When he stepped into the room he was surprised to find Clint up.  “Hey, Legolas,” he said, beelining to the coffee machine.  “Can’t sleep?”

[glykera]

Closed starter

(Cw for body image issues and maybe some self blame. This one shouldn't be too bad hopefully)

You hadn't seen Glykera in a bit, which wasn't all that unusual, but you hadn't seen her anywhere around camp so far. She wasn't even in the Hephaestus cabin.

Somehow, you got into Bunker 9. That's where she hung out a good bit of the time, right? It was a huge bunker. That much was a given. Loads of parts and machines everywhere. In the midst of it all, off to the side, Glykera just... sat. She wore a looser chiton than usual so that it wasn't as form-fitting and she hugged her stomach. At least she was sitting? Usually, she would find some way to make herself work and clean.

@mache-of-greece @fire-boy-official @iceweavercatlover @melissathetherapist @luck-is-crucial @the-prince-telemachus @superbstarlightsheep @dianedantedominic @ithacas-prince @verdammte @cabin-12-resident-daddy-issues @when-fate-is-mistaken @unhinged-as-hell

[markhxffman]

[ Closed Starter for @looking-for-roleplay ]

Ever since Detective Mark Hoffman had made eye contact with FBI Agent Peter Strahm, he’d plagued his thoughts like a phantom. There was no room in his mind to be distracted by such simple things and yet he often found himself staring at his ceiling at night, thinking about the witty Agent who always seemed to be pissed off about something. Leading a double life had been so easy for the last couple of years once he’d found his rhythm. The whiskey and bourbon did a good job of drowning out the pain and regret. Maybe it was true that if you lied enough, you’d start to believe it.

Washing the blood off of his gloves for what seemed like the thousandth time, he felt his flip phone buzz. It was probably the office. Maybe a lead. It didn’t help that Strahm was like a goddamned bloodhound trying to sniff out the killer. Once he’d dried his hands off, he looked at his phone and noticed that it was Chief Matthews. He’d requested that Mark come in the next day on his day off to work on the case. Mark sighed and answered ‘Sounds good’, shoving it back into his pocket so he could get back to what he’d been doing.

When he finally walked into the office the next morning, dark circles were evident under his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping, nor would he start now. Glancing up to see Peter Strahm with that hip cocked out as he leaned over something, he felt that nagging feeling that said ‘don’t let him get to you’.

“Morning,” he grumbled over his coffee, sliding past him to grab the files for the case. “You’re here bright and early.”

His tone indicated that it was a jab.

[the-blackbird-roleplays]

A Priceless Treasure

(Closed RP with @hellforestrp)

Kuro smiled in Jackson Square, letting the late-morning sun warm him as the sounds of street musicians playing jazz reached his ears. Tourists milling about the square and marveling at the street performers and artists selling either a brief moment's entertainment or a hand-painted souvenir... But there was only one hand he was worried about at that moment... And that was the hand currently clutched tightly in his own.

"Are you ready, love?" He smiled at Maena, biting his lip as he looked her over, thankful she'd chosen a more elegant outfit for this meeting. "A man of God shouldn't be kept waiting... Though I'd wager he's absolutely not expecting us..."

[trubbish-stanblog]

CAN I FUCKING HELP YOU.

[slush-puppyy]

Dog Pound

Serenity stepped into the cave out of the rain ,huffing in disdain at his wet belongings. It was funny to think that there was a time where he welcomed rain and didn’t own such belongings for it to ruin. He sat against the wall, and started to shuck off his wet clothing. He glanced about the cave, figuring he could find something to make a fire and dry off at the very least. Unbeknownst to him the nest itself wasn’t totally uninhabited, he’d have to deal with the home owner sooner or later

@umbrellaroleplaysstuff

[harmonyloveangels1990]

Closed RP w/@tokufan400

Mai Shiranui had finished training in the dojo and was focusing on getting herself her power drink. She had been working hard so she can be ready for her rematch with Chun-li. Who she saw the other day working out hard to get in good shape. She knew she already was in good shape, but perhaps those teases from Juri got to her.

She began mixing her drink in her bottle while chuckling a little to herself. "That chick can work out as much as she wants, but she'll still have those strong thick thighs of hers."

@tokufan400

[plaguelaboratories]

Closed Starter for @thehatakefamily

Some would call her a monster, and some may call her a savior for her abilities as she looked in the mirror of the rundown off-the-books apartment of New York City.

The file had been given to her a couple days ago and there wasn't much. Somebody wanted a man dead. Not just any man, someone who pissed enough people to collect on a bounty. A hefty one. However, it didn't help when there was only a mention of a nickname. No doubt, not true to its name. The Devil.

Kyra had contacts in the black market but most were reluctant to even utter the name. Leaving the bathroom, she exited out of the apartment, and out of the building. Every second lost, was one more reason on not finding him sooner.

As she walked through the streets of good old New York city, she kept to herself, keeping her hands in her pockets, careful to not make contact with anyone.

The wave of coffee and baked goods wafted into the air and she stopped in her tracks, seeing the around the corner cafe. She hadn't had a decent meal for who knows how long. But the world revolved around money, she didn't have any, the lab made sure the specimens didn't get anything.

The temptation to run away wouldn't be there.

[forestofstarlight]

The Princess's Secret (Closed rp with @the-blackbird-roleplays)

Viola lets out a sigh as she finishes getting ready for the day, straightening out any wrinkles in her dress. She knew today was going to be another day of performing her royal duties, and that also unfortunately means another day of her father trying to marry her off to another egotistical and snobbish prince or duke.

She lets out another soft breath before she opens the door to her bedroom and steps out into the main hallway, smiling when she sees the head of the royal guard and her main bodyguard Leo waiting for her. A soft, barely visible pink blush on her cheeks as she stood in front of her Faunus bodyguard... and secret love.

"Good morning, Leo. I hope you're ready for whatever the day... or father... has planned for us." She says, hesitating slightly before she mentioned the king.

@the-blackbird-roleplays

[delugedecade]

"And you're sure she's okay with this...?" Drake had to vice his concern, despite the sight before him. Bulma Briefs was a very beautiful woman, however... "18 won't be happy if you didn't clear this with her..."

@the-rp-corner

"Yes, Yes I cleared it with 18, She's the one who gave it to me~ We'll be fine~ The boys break these all the time, They won't notice one missing anyway~" Bulma replies, showing off how form fitting one of the battle suits were.

[poppyfamily]

gfs and their emotional support gay bestie

[watchingyoufromthestars]

For anyone not on twt or not in the loop on the dndads rp side of it, I want to share that the Glenn Close account recently had a hit tweet that left the bounds of the rp.

[spiderben2011]

Closed RP w/@tokufan400

Torunn didn't know how she ended up here. The last thing she remembered was fighting this group of armed stone monsters. The next, she ended up finding herself in this world. An open world that didn't look familiar to her.

She looked around wondering where she's at and if she can find someone to talk to. "I just hope its someone who I can understand and isn't speaking in a language I have no idea about."

As she made her way around, she hears someone in trouble and begins running over to see who's in danger.

@tokufan400

[the-blackbird-roleplays]

The Ceremony

(Closed RP with @forestofstarlight)

Dune winced slightly, turning his head away from the rising sun. He hissed softly, his sleep-addled brain struggling to come up with a reason as to why he couldn't raise his arms nor sit up without some currently unknown weight keeping him down. It was only when he felt a familiar and soft breath against his chest that he finally snapped back to reality and remembered where and when he was.

Faron Region's Lakeside Inn, on the balcony of the honeymoon suite, having spent the night with his beloved light mage and fiancée Willow snoozing peacefully on top of him. He only hoped his sudden movements hadn't roused his beloved from sleep...