#leftsomescratches

[whitefoxedarchives]

Hi guys! I know I’ve been away for ages (yeeearrrs) and is a sucky rper (also I can’t mention some of you for some reason) - anyway, give me a headsup if you wanna continue the threads! Woooo threads from 2016~~~ Srsly tho, I miss some of our plots/ships/threads.

Also, in case you forgot who I am, it’s TECH013

@brokenshadowofloki  @drorah-walks ​@dvmonsx​ @exosevenfalcon @hawksvane @hydrasinnocent @imgonnashoottothrill @interstellarhoarder @leftsomescratches @keeperoftheliars @neverparted​ @nxtsoordinary @oncedeadliesmith @precise-desolation @prizrakzimy @snarkxindustries @telekineticmercenary @theagelesswanderer @theperditorian @thegreatwolf-fenris​ @wastefulselfobsession​ @what-truepower-is

Baes I haven’t tagged you cuz I know we'll continue YEEEAAAHHHH

[agentbrompton]

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[symbioteburnout]

@leftsomescratches started following you

Mania was many things, she was a high school burnout, a night time vigilante, a girl with a demonic mark branded to her chest, a host to a clone of an alien symbiote, and, apparently, as of tonight, a bouncer at McGillin’s pub.

She grabbed the large man, who had started a bar fight, and threw him through a window. Well, what was she supposed to do now? She wasn’t even old enough to drink. “Uh, bill it to the Avengers.” She shrugs at the bar tender before chasing the large hairy man she’d just tossed into the streets. 

[fangedfirecracker]

ıllıllı { @leftsomescratches   | ℓιкε∂ ғσя α sтαятεя } ıllıllı

        why did he always have the absolute worst timing to show up? when she was at a low point (those seemed way too frequent these days). or maybe he could just smell it on her, the way she could smell certain things on others. a scowl crossed her features as she steadied herself against the wall.  ❝ what do you want, creed? ❞

[superiorvengeance]

Fortune Cookie

Send “Fortune Cookie” for my muse to read off a fortune to your muse.

“--‘A pleasant experience is ahead:don't pass it by.’--” Erik glanced over at the other mutant before letting out a huffed laugh. “--Must be after you leave.”

[kimikomasuda]

What’s Your Muse’s Love Style?

Your Love Style is Storge

For you, love and friendship are almost the same thing And your love tends to be the enduring, long lasting kind (You've been known to still have connections with ex's) But sometimes your love is not the most passionate Leap before you look, and you'll find that fire you crave

Tagged by: snagged from @mckaytriarchy

Tagging: @silvertongue-greeneyes @chupacabrasays @asmilelikegenocide @leftsomescratches @burnedwinter (brock) @the-fires-dead (Sebastion) @the-graves-twins(Ace) @maryjanewatsxn @squirreltailedgirl @thedoopster @mutantleaderinthemaking @mutantmasterofmagnetism @osuicidekingo @quiet-loudmouth

[psylccke]

"breathe."

LIGHT HEARTED SUGGESTIONS↳ accepting

      “ I make a habit of avoiding deep breaths when you’re around, Creed. “

[originalbirdboy]

"Ah hell kid, ain't ya know how ta knock?" Creed stated as he picked back up the ripped and blood stained jeans he had on to hold over himself. "If it ain't obvious ta you now, I was about ta change into something less bloody."

@leftsomescratches

Warren couldn’t quite process what Victor was saying because he couldn’t take his eyes away from the amount of blood that he seemed to be covered in. He wasn’t sure that he’d ever seen so much blood in his life, or at least, he’d not seen so much caked onto another person. “Right... yeah. I’ll go now.” He took a step back and let the door close in front of him.

[terrifiesall]

@leftsomescratches

“What do you want, little boy?”

[kineticajun-blog]

‘ i’ve got a person in my closet. ‘

old ass memes 

@leftsomescratches

       “ da fuck, creed. why!? ”

[aladysamurai]

leftsomescratches replied to your post: colleen’s only request if creed kills her is -...

If I marry the sword I’m technically family!

If you marry the sword there’s no family left because I’m DEAD. 

[synthetiicusarchive]

@leftsomescratches​ // starter call.

        [ sabertooth. ]

Though Vision had never met the man in front of him before, he had read enough of Victor Creed’s file to know he was a dangerous, dangerous man.

       [ what are you doing outside avenger’s headquarters? ]

[fangedfirecracker]

ıllıllı { @leftsomescratches | ℓιкε∂ ғσя α sρσσρү sтαятεя } ıllıllı

the scent caught her immediately, a shiver running down the curve of her spine in response. sabretooth. somehow she smelled him over the blood that was still wet on her face. she hadn’t been the aggressor, she swore up and down on it, but god if she hadn’t finished it. that sense of control not being nearly as strong as she’d hoped it was. a lot of things had let her down recently, why not add herself to the list? but he obviously caught her scent as well, or the scent of freshly spilled blood, what little of it had remained. and yet she remained coiled and small over the now dead body clutched in her arms, too shaken by what she’d done and who was approaching to move.

[blushingbanshee]

The Night is Dark

Turns out, the kitty cat is right. The building tension wasn't just his nerves; there is something around the bend of the corner. Something new. Habit was in the middle of something. Harassing Vinny as always. Poor Vinny, the googly eyed fat guy. Though, he deserved it. Pushing his friend, Evan, to do that ritual that ultimately ruined his life-- just to get some answers. How selfish. Most of all, Evan is the more fragmented. Probably brain dead by now as a host. But, that's a story for another occasion. Habit let Vinny go, just to see who is rounding the corner. Besides, he can catch glasses man later. Turns out, Habit looks just like a man. Nothing special. A fedora topped on his head, a ghostly Pokémon T-shirt and blue jeans dawned his attire. Normally, Habit would wear some clothes that people would wear on a vacation. But, today he wanted to switch it up. The only thing that is unusual is black, unhealthy rings around his eyes. Clearly, he didn't get enough sleep-- the host, that is. Oh... he's impressed; the size of the dirty blond amused him. Perhaps he is going to succumb to be one of his rabbits? Opening his arms, greeting him dramatically, "How're ya? Doin' good, feelin' sassy?" He wanted to hold a friendly aura for him.

[thelostapprentice]

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Casey had been at work since the previous night. The life of an E.R. nurse... aided with magic, or not, was exhausting. With a coffee in hand, her blue hair shifting in the wind, she made her way home. Most days, she drove or took the subway, but the idea of a crowded rail car or traffic was more than she felt like dealing with. 

Only a few blocks from the hospital, she heard a commotion ahead of her... it sounded like someone... or rather a number of people, were causing trouble. With a sigh, she took one last sip of her coffee before dropping into a trashcan along the side walk, and making a B-Line for the sound. “Sounds like a party back here, mind if I join?” To most, she wouldn’t look too threatening... A young woman, in her mid-to-late twenties, with short blue hair, barely standing five feet and two inches tall... But it was that exact miscalculation that made the sorceress so dangerous.

[symbioteburnout]

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@leftsomescratches

“Hairy”