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Much shock. Such surprised.

[blind--magic]

✧ For The Outsider

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

@calsmusecollection for The Outsider

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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Cont from @isavethem (X)

Ana laughed at Steve’s response to the video, glancing up at him as the video played on her screen. 

“Let’s just say that pregnancy has resulted in some mini brainwaves.” she replied. “Though I’m not so sure I want to know what you might have wound up finding accidentally.” 

[misstisalir]

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@agentharrisonofshield - I love this OC, and the mun’s writing.  I’m a bit shy though and super nervous.

@doctorxdoom - Super awesome, and I’m so glad I followed, it’s hard to find people that do 616 stuff.

@battlesthatmatter - I followed Adi early on thanks to my friend Kei, and I haven’t regretted it

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Joining them in silence.

@isavethem / from here

Logically, he knows the gym is silent, shadows long since gone and replaced by soft patches of moonlight through the dirty windows. He sits by one, shoulder pressed into the dust, pane cracked to let the smoke out when he exhales. It’s silent, it should be silent.

But he hears the distant pop-pop-pop and feels sand plastered to his skin like a second layer. Painful when peeled off, grating when not. For a moment his hand holds an M4; for another it holds a red stained shoulder; then it holds his cigarette, already burned through half when he swears he just lit it.

He knows what this is. An insidious thing. Feral eyed and jagged toothed, pouncing after a word, a smell, a sound that is just too close to what it used to be. His eyes burn with the intensity of it, mind a whirl of confusion because logically, logically, LOGICALLY he knows he’s here.

Yet he feels, feels, FEELS like he’s lost there.

The gym door doesn’t register, nor does the shape who enters. Too late it pings and he stiffens, startles even, shame blossoming in his carelessness.

He meets Roger’s eyes and his fingers reflexively curl. Beware, his mind screams and he is, though uncertain in just what he can do. Everything tastes like sand.

They blink at each for long, long moments. Eyes flick toward the cigarette in his hand, but Barney can’t be bothered by offense taken to it. (If he lets go now he’s not sure when he’ll be back.) To his credit, Rogers says nothing.

Instead, he moves away. Barney counts the steps - one, two, three, four… And feels his shoulders loosen. Just enough for him to turn his head and exhale smoke out the window, watching it curl into the night sky. Gone nearly as slowly as it appeared.

It registers eventually, that the clack - - clack - - clack between the pop-pop-pop is not something long since gone. It’s a present sound, something tangible and real in the here and now. He glances over and only briefly meets Roger’s eyes. The weights rise and fall, clacking with each rep. And slowly, it all bleeds away to city sirens wailing a few blocks away; the smell of sweat and iron clinging to the room; the feel of cheap cushions under his feet.

When he closes his eyes, he doesn’t see bright orange sand. And when he opens them it’s just the city stretching far and away through a crack in the window.

He finds a breath then he didn’t know he needed. The cigarette is long since useless, put out on the bottom of his shoe and slipped into a shirt pocket to deal with later. When he stands it’s with more sure feet.

Before he leaves, he catches Roger’s eyes again. For a moment, they regard the other and for a moment they aren’t entirely worlds apart. A commonality lingering, unsaid, in they way their eyes are just a bit too distant, a bit too deep.

He appreciates the silence - the companionship - more than he can say. (He’s never liked being lost.) So he offers a dip of his head and leaves before seeing if it is returned.

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@isavethem // send “🎵“ and I’ll reply with a song that’s related to my muse and I’ll explain why 

NEVER GOING BACK - the score

technically an anon sent this to me at some point, so credit to the anon for pointing out how this goes with peter’s character lmao, but the lyrics just!! perfectly describes peter’s mindset!! 

“They write us off and say it’s just another opinionI’m tired of trying to fit in when I’m one in a millionSo I can’t slow it down, noNo, I can’t slow it down, noI’m never gonna followJust because they say soI’m never gonna let go, let goOf this highI’ve already hit the low, oh, oh, oh, ohI’ve already felt the cold, oh, oh, oh, ohSo I’m never giving up, never gonna crackNever giving in, never going back“ 

peter is used to being disregarded because he’s a child, or being thought of as INCAPABLE. he’s tired of being written off because of that. and he can’t fit in completely, even if he pretends, because he’s DIFFERENT now. he has these abilities, and he has to put them to use, because as he puts it, the bad things will happen because of him if he doesn’t. 

he won’t listen to people telling him he can’t when he knows he can. he’s already gone through a LOT, yet he doesn’t give up

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@isavethem like x for a fluff starter! 

           “you’re captain america! i’ve heard so much about you! but what are you doing here? you don’t need my help do you?” sure aang was taking care of the neighborhood after everyone up and disappeared--but he wasn’t sure that would be something that one of the avengers would come and check out. 

[sweetbirthdaybaby-moved]

8, 15, 23, 50

oddly specific hc asks [accepting]

8. What keeps your muse up at night?

Prior to the events of her canon, not much at all, as she often would pass out drunk or high, and generally tried to stay pretty disconnected from others. Post-canon events, she sometimes can’t stop thinking of the other universes that exist, other versions of herself, if her loved ones are okay in those worlds or mourning her. One of her deaths in particular also stands out and keeps her up, but I’m not going to spoil it since I know you said you might watch the show. lol

15. Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

She’s a bickerer. She’ll bicker with just about anyone. XD But a lot of the time there isn’t any real heat behind any of it. The person that gets under her skin the most, though, is her ex-boyfriend John. She loves him very much as a person, but he wanted so much more than she was willing to give, and she hasn’t always been the kindest person to him.

23. What shoe size is your muse?

5.5.

50. If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

“Ehhh, what kinda question is that? I’m supposed to say war or hunger or some shit, right? The truth is, aint nothing good in this world exists without the bad too, and sometimes it takes a whole lotta bad to create goodness.” She gestures vaguely. “But what do I know?” She squints, smoke tendrils curling around her face from the cigarette held loosely between her fingers. “Rain. I’d get ridda rain. This hair is already a lot without humidity.”

[heroprogeny]

Cont. from [x] with @isavethem

James had been hallucinating before. When he’d been sick and the fever got too high, he sometimes saw things that wasn’t there. He had seen Steve a couple of times too, but no hallucination had ever been able to touch him. Feeling his father’s hand against his forehead made it all more possible that this actually was the real Steve Rogers. Real or not, James couldn’t help but smile. “It can be a bit stubborn sometimes, the fever.” It was a bit of a joke. If he didn’t joke about his own health, he would have died already.

Having just looked at Steve for a moment, the boy push himself up, arms shaking. Eventually he managed to sit up and then he leaned, or more like half-fell, forward, coming to rest against Steve himself. Yeah, definitely real. Solid. A heartbeat. “It’s really you,” he whispered and he could feel tears burning in his eyes. This was his real father. The real Steve Rogers, somehow alive and well. James wasn’t sure he’d want him, but right now he didn’t care. His dad was there and he was leaning against him and that was all that currently mattered.

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Tony has never wanted to be able to read minds as much as when he saw that little italic bit that he can’t actually know XD

Sorry, Tony, Bucky knows better. 

[fallencomrade-a]

☯ Tell us all about your favorite muse you’ve ever written and why they meant so much to you. ♨ What unlikely, ‘only possible in RP’ ships have you enjoyed writing with your muses? ❀ What is your favorite thing about your current fandom or RP community? ✉ Say something nice about someone you follow!

☯   –  𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

( 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒. )

♨   –  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘, ’ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐏 ’ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄(𝐒)?

     listen,  as  much  of  a  ship - whore  am  i,  buck  is  actually  really  timid  when  it  comes  to  shipping.  hell,  even  canon  ships  are  hard  for  him  to  jump  onto.        as  much  as  i  respect  the  comics,  there  are  just  some  things  i  cannot  see  being  possible,  at  least  not  with  my  version  of  buck.  it  is  easy  to  ship  with  the  dapper  brooklyn  heartthrob.      back  in  the  day,  he  never  hesitated  at  a  chance  to  flirt  -  but  after  hydra …  intimacy  is  one  of  his  biggest  struggles.          that  being  said,  we  all  know  marvel  /  mcu  are  cowards.  stucky,  my  otp  will  never  happen  -  so  does  that  count ?  x)  let’s  be  real,  it  is  only  possible  in  RP.  although,  i  hate  to  call  that  ship  unlikely,  because  for  bucky,  it  is  one  of  the  only  relationships  (  romantic  or  platonic  )  that  makes  sense.  steve  rogers  is  the  perfect  catch  for  anyone.  he  brings  the  best  out  of  people,  makes  those  around  him  strive  to  be  better,  want  to  be  better.  &&  no,  it  is  not  the  propaganda  of  the  captain.  it  is  steve  rogers.  anyone  would  be  lucky  to  have  him.  it  is  hard  not  to  fall  for  him.  so  i  will  say  stucky,  but  i  refuse  to  call  it  ‘ unlikely ‘.    

     i  mentioned  that  bucky  is  still  very  timid  and  apprehensive,  so  we  haven’t  had  much  development  with  shipping  as  of  yet,  honestly.  (  five  years  kristen.  five  years  and  he  still  struggles  with  intimacy )  that  being  said,  the  only  unlikely  ship  i  have  had  the  pleasure  to  explore  is  winterquake.  maybe  it  is  my  own  crush  coming  through,  but  daisy  is  a  beaut.  as  for  outrageous  ships,  i  think  buck  &&  i  will  stick  with  ships  that  make  sense  rn.  at  least  for  now …  i  know  -  we’re  super  boring,  but  i  am  always  down  to  discuss  shipping,  so  if  ya  got  something  for  me,  never  hesitate  to  shoot  me  a  message.  c ;   

❀  –  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐏 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘?

    talent.  talent.  talent !   &&  the  activity  ;;  the  great  abundance  and  variety  of  muses.  it  is  lovely  to  be  in  a  community  that  isn’t  dead !  y ‘ all  got  passion  too  which  is  a  beautiful  thing.     passion  &&  dedication.  everyone  feels  so  strongly  about  the  characters  they  are  writing  and  that’s  wonderful !  i  also  think  people  are  finally  sick  and  tired  of  the  elitist  shit  /  possessive,  toxic  cliques  which  was  running  rampant  not  too  long  ago.  maybe  i’ve  just  tried  hard  to  steer  away  from  it,  but  its  nice  not  to  constantly  see  that  shit  everywhere.  i’m  seeing  more  kindness  and  compassion  on  my  dash  and  i  am  happy  the  community  is  slowly  becoming  something  somewhat  positive  again.   

                  ✉  –  𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 !    

     you  m ‘ dear !  can  i  talk  about  you ?!  thank  you  for  taking  time  out  of  your  day  to  send  me  some  of  these.  it  makes  me  so  happy  to  see  things  in  my  inbox.     &&  answering  these  were  really,  really  fun.  you  are  a  joy  on  my  dash  and  hopefully  we  can  interact  more !  (♡ε♡ )

𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄! ( source )♨❀✉ //  𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!

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@isavethem // ✧ sc. ✧

“What did you say?” Vague recollection of her memories from Earth, Carol takes a moment to recall it. But the name is f a m i l i a r. It strikes a chord in her that she hadn’t known was there until this very moment, lips twitching briefly as she looks at the other Captain with an intense gaze. Met with confusion from just about everyone in the facility, she soon learned Fury was gone, taken in the disappearing act of fifty percent of the universe, and that in her absence, he managed to build a team of heroes. 

                “What’s your team called?” 

                                                        But she realizes before he even answers. Avenger.

[blind--magic]

✧ For Kevin

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

@calsmusecollection for Kevin

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[cxptained-archived]

@isavethem liked for a Valentines starter!

                       VALENTINES Day... the day in which couples and singles travelled out to bars alike, but the day they were the easiest to decipher who fell into which category. Jack sits at the bar, fingers curled round a glass of whiskey as he surveys the room around him. Couples completely enamoured with one another dance circles across the floor. Ladies in dresses who’s skirts extend gracefully and soldier’s in uniform who twirl them with BEAMING smiles.

Jack can’t help but smile in return. His gaze wanders from the dance floor, eyes lingering a little closer to home. He acknowledges the men that sit at the bar knocking back drinks similar to his own. Those are the single men. The ones who didn’t WANT to stay in their barracks that evening despite the connotations of the night. Content to be with friends while surrounded by couples Jack understands. HE’S out too.

Yet there’s someone there who doesn’t seem quite so... right? A blonde soldier who sits alone on the corner of the bar. He’s incredibly handsome and Jack’s surprised he doesn’t have a lady of his own to spin in circles on the dance floor. He watches him for a MOMENT before slipping off his bar stool. Jack takes his drink with him as he walks over, settling himself in front of the soldier in question, leaning an elbow against the bar.

“You’re too HANDSOME to be sitting here alone on Valentines Night.” Jack greets. It’s a bold gesture but when has the 51st century man been anything less? “Care for some company?”

[hightechgenius-a]

Vacation Steven-Style || Closed

Random starter, based on something we’ve talked about, for @isavethem

It all started when Tony just dropped down in the middle of the workshop. Thankfully, Bruce had been there with him. He hadn’t looked so good for some time, but no one had expected him to just pass out like that. At the hospital they said a lot of things, but to simplify it all you could say that he was completely and utterly exhausted. Every test they took show similar results, he was in a shitty condition. He needed rest, they said and one specific Avenger got a plan to make that happen.

It wasn’t the first time Tony had been kidnapped, though kidnapped might be a strong word to use this time, but it was the first time he’d been taken by a friend and brought to a place that was about as close to hell as he could think of. The place was a log cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere without electricity and phone reception, which meant, no modern technology. Who was the kidnapper? Steve, who else thought a place like this would be a good idea.

To be able to get Tony to this remote location, Steve had drugged him, although he had been helped. Had he not been asleep during the ride, they would never have reach their destination. Perhaps the drugs had been a little too good, because it had been nearly two hours since they arrive and Tony had just begun to stir.

Waking up, he noticed rather quickly that he wasn’t at home or the hospital. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by wood. A lot of wood. Like, way too much wood. Tony had nothing against nature and he wanted to protect the environment, but he preferred his buildings to be made of things like glass and metal, not logs. And where did you find log houses in New York? The answer was, nowhere. Groaning, he sat up, the world tilting and swirling for a moment, and snatched the quilt he’d been covered with and wrapped it around his shoulders. This place was way too cold. On reflex, he fished up his phone from his pocket and it was first when he noticed the lack of reception that his situation seemed to hit him. Walls made of logs, a fireplace, a wooden bunk bed like thing with a quilt instead of a duvet, no phone reception and  as he looked around he couldn’t see any sockets. “What the fuck?” he mumbled.

Noticing something moving in the corner of his eye, he turned his head and saw that he wasn’t alone. Steve sat there, looking at him. How had he missed that? “Steve...” Tony croaked. “Where the hell am I? What is this place?” This better be a joke or he’d suit up and punch the fossil straight in his face.