#lilxlionxman

[positivity-for-the-rpers]

Shoutout to lilxlionxman! The mun is such an awesome person, and their OC is really fun to play with. So much thought has gone into creating him and you can really tell.

@lilxlionxman

[tarnishedhalo]

@lilxlionxman {continued from xx}

lilxlionxman  answered:

[ Text : Duck ] didnt hve 2 cum asshole [ Text : Duck ] its jst a re-knew drivers test [ Text : Duck ] not fuckin directors review.

{Text: Mouse} I think that was the exact point I was trying to make. {Text: Mouse} But you made it sound like life and death. {Text: Mouse} I mean we *could* arrange that. Hey. Do you think if we pissed Hill off enough, we could make off with Phil’s arm before they caught us at the front desk?

[classifiedborn]

   “this isn’t exactly my fault.”  it was a lie delivered as truth as the man slipped his hands into the pockets of his bloodied jacket. sure, he was covered in some slight blood, but that wasn’t exactly unusual for him. especially the times he finally came to his senses after being drunk for several days straight. “though, it might be mine.” hopefully. “the blood, i mean.”

//  @lilxlionxman

[handydandyobrien-blog]

Element | Pride | Fear | Duckworth

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

Miles is Ride or Die. He’s a very passionate person who loves very deeply and devotes himself to the things he believes in. 

PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

Miles has one hell of a martyr complex, he often runs headlong into danger without thinking. 

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

Not being there for his family. 

DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

If it’s for something he believes in, sure. But never for personal gain.

[livedforwards]

“I don’t know you, do I?”

@lilxlionxman

[hoouna-archived-blog]

Sled, Hanukkah, Iceskates

december positivity posts ||

Sled:  positivity for canon roles         okay so, since i can’t pick one, i’m gonna list off a few people that i simply adore. @jerseysass, who hands down is an exceptional danny. i sometimes wonder if they ARE scott caan in disguise, trolling us all. @loudhaoleinatie, who man, really gets into the mind of danny and can have me writing for days about it. @ornamcntal who, i’m fairly certain is mellie grant irl? she captures her beautifully and it just makes me so happy to see someone giving mellie the appreciation she deserves. @justastarkgenius - who, is, like, such a great tony i adore them so much??? @anurbanlcgend because john reese is my LIFE OK I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU???? // and also @ruthlessmeans cause wo fat, man.  you do him so good. @fatherofmachine IT’S HAROLD OK. I LOVE HAROLD. @konokalakaua50, @purosdecorazon, @warpromised, @scvietassassin, @mynameisanakin, @theassassinhawk ( old man ), @the-blackest-spider, @ask-the-assistant-darcy, @hittcr, @wantediniceland, @itakethatpersonally, @mrqvinn, @oddcowboy

 Hanukkah:  tag someone who you see as a light in the rpc                as said before, most of my partners are little balls of sunshine and i adore them to pieces because of it.  but i think i’ll call out @brooklynislandgirl - who always seems to leave sweet little messages and lovely stuff on the dash.

 Ice Skates:  positivity for male roles                @jerseysass, @lilxlionxman, @purosdecorazon, @hittcr, @justastarkgenius, @wantediniceland, @oddcowboy, @mrqvinn, @loudhaoleinatie, @ruthlessmeans, @mockeryofreason, @anurbanlcgend, @fatherofmachine and probably more i can’t think of right now, but you all, and your blogs, and your characters.  i love and adore all of them.  

[unshakenvalor]

James gave his boots a light stomp, shedding what snow he could before entering the small diner. He shivered as he stood just inside the door, thankful for the sudden rush of warm air. He rubbed his gloved hands together, briefly scoping the few customers out before making his way to an empty booth in the back. Few people were out eating this late on a snowy night, he had that going for him. He adjusted his beanie, pulling it further over his ears as he passed several booths. 

It made his skin crawl being this close to Brooklyn again. As much as he ached to stay, he was here for a mission and nothing more. The less time he spent here and in the open the better. He’d stay low, choose lesser known locations to dwell, and carry on like any other New Yorker. He shivered once he sat down in the booth, feeling somewhat at ease with his back to the wall. Unable to break the habit, he surveyed the room yet again, noting peoples’ positions, exits, the usual paranoid routine. James did he best not to stare at any one person for too long, even with the facial hair it would still be all too easy for someone to recognize him. He smiled at the waitress, ordering a coffee before finally turning his attention to the menu once he felt secure enough. So far the place seemed alright, comfy even. 

@lilxlionxman

[ruthlessmeans]

@lilxlionxman || MCU verse

By the time the security alert went off, Wo Fat had held the facility for days, and his body count was rising with each team SHIELD sent in. It had been a break in their efforts to drive him out, longer than the lull between the first two, and it had occurred to him that maybe they were going to try something different - but he had been wrapped up in searching the local files, clicking through one after the other. While he could still hold his position, he had no intentions of rushing himself out. At least he had a small advantage here.

It wasn't the first place he had hit, but it was the first one he took complete control of. The previous facilities, he had started with sedatives and other mostly - harmless methods. He had been in and out quickly, taking with him what few files he could grab. It wasn't much, held almost nothing of use to him, but it did direct his focus. He'd spent a lot of time throwing them off again without compromising the information he had in the process, relocating often to a new bolthole. Here, he could spend the energy that would otherwise go to securing a new hideout on actually searching for what he needed wanted.

He hadn't really meant for so many people to die in this search. What conscience Wo Fat did have regretted it had gotten so far, and he had dropped his search, briefly, to find something with which to cover the bodies, but he couldn't stop, either. If he had more time, maybe he’d try to do someting with them to the best of his memory... but there were wide gaps in his memory before SHIELD had thawed him out, and that kept him from lingering on it. Too much of himself missing that he needed to find. He couldn't spend any more time on the dead than he already had. SHIELD would find them afterwards.

His thoughts were broken by the alert and he frowned when he turned to the cameras, someone who didn’t seem to be trying nearly as hard to stay hidden. ( he knew why. ) Wo Fat swore under his breath and immediately scrambled to lock down every door between himself and Modus. He doubted it'd stop him, not based on what little he’d learned in his time as an agent, but maybe it would slow him down long enough to rip the files onto a separate hard drive and open up a different pathway leading out. With a little luck.

Wo Fat hesitated, before he grabbed a headset, and turned on the intercoms. Stall him, he thinks, hazel eyes glancing out over the controls before him. Or find another way to deal with him. The headset hissed in his ear, squealing out across the speakers, at first, maybe a response to the delicate control he had over his own powers, maybe something else. He took a breath and reined it in before speaking over the PA system.

"I take it they’re getting tired of wasting their assets."

[ask-the-assistant-darcy]

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away !

Darcy Lewis | Assistant | MCU

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS : 01. Amusement   02. Bewildered   03. Determined   04. Protective

COLORS : 01. Red   02. Blue   03. Magenta

SCENTS : 01. Vanilla   02. Citrus   03. Paper 04. Grease

CLOTHING : 01. Sweaters   02. Knitted hat   03. Glasses

OBJECTS : 01. iPod  02. Taser   03. Coffee cup 

VICES / BAD HABITS : 01. Irreverent   02. Dependent on coffee   03. Headstrong

BODY LANGUAGE : 01. Smirk  02. Hands on hips   03. Looking up

AESTHETICS : 01. Coffee  02. Tasers  03. Music   04. Warm sweaters

SONGS : 01. Never Gonna Leave This Bed -- Maroon 5  02. Nrrrd Grrrl -- MC Chris   03. You Talk Too Much -- Joe Jones   04. Brave -- Sara Bareillies 

TAGGED BY: @stealthsuitofsin TAGGING: @jerseysass, @hoouna, @deityofstories, @the-blackest-spider, @theassassinhawk, @lilxlionxman

[hittcr-a]

“No, no, no, don’t die on me!”

meme.

             truth be told, baz was… a friend. as much as he could be. they’dseen more of each other recently which really should have tipped eliot off. because you get two guys with an inclination towards violence and the sameface together, it’s going to draw attention. and really, by now he should knowbetter. baz was near indestructible on a bad day. even if they were being ganged up on by seven other guys. even if sometimes eliot forgot that baz wasn’t him. baz was something… better. than just a man.              the men didn’t have guns. like somehow they’d knew that the two ofthem would be ready for guns. like the guns would disrupt the bar atmosphereand the hushed whispers of dangerous men behind tall glasses of amber beer. the back alley was cramped with all nine of them, fighting limbs and sharp knivesin the half-light. there were four of them, and then there were three of them andbaz was handling two, their backs were pressed together. eliot took a solidhit to the jaw and found himself eating asphalt.              there wasn’t any hesitation. eliot saw the glint of the blade and he wason his feet to catch it. the pain of a knife sliding near effortlessly between hisribs was one he’d experienced before. only this time it felt… just a little different.and when he pushed the man away, the knife went with him. the sickeningcrack of the man’s head against the brick wall didn’t do much comforting as hecovered the gushing wound with his hand. eliot turned, his free hand grabbingfor baz’s shoulder. “take care ‘f ‘em, baz.” it was wheezed as he put most of his weight on baz’s shoulder. 

[gravisludos-archived]

lilxlionxman replied to your post “[ so I just got my acceptance letter to attend my local community...”

[ congrats!!!! Just breathe sweets. Everything will be okay. Being nervous is totally an okay thing to feel. Just remember to breathe take one step at a time and keep your end goal in your sights! -throws confetti on you-]

 [ Thank you so much! Next step is to sign up for classes. I’m hoping I get good class times, but class starts in less than a month. So I might just have to take what’s offered. Either way, I’m super anxious and excited about it. It’s hard to believe that I just got my GED last month and now I’m going to college!! ]

[edithbarton]

-loud enough to carry through the back door of the Barton household- "GRAM'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! Can ya bring me t'fire extinquisher?! Dad's done caught t'grass on fire again!!"

Edith shouldn’t laugh. That doesn’t stop her, though. Barney might be damn proud of his grilling skills - and she has to hand it to him that the burgers are fantastic - but it’s not really summer unless he’s managed to set the grass on fire at least once. 

Being the one inside working on getting some of the sides together, she’s the one responsible for getting the fire extinguisher out. As this is practically expected at this point, the extinguisher is out and within reach. She grabs it and carries it out to the back porch, holding it out to her grandson.

“What is that? Three this year? He’s going for a record.”

[tarnishedhalo]

@lilxlionxman {continued from XX} [ Text : Duck ] Me [ Text : Duck ] When u show up on my doorstep at 3am [ Text : Duck ] Trippin on air & callin me something I cant say let alone spell.

{Text: Mouse} It’s called Gaelic, B. The tongue of my ancestors. {Text: Mouse} And I brought you donuts! It wasn’t like I showed up empty handed. {Text: Mouse} And I wouldn’t have had to wake you if you’d not moved the spare key. That’s just rude. {Text: Mouse} IS that what you are now, Rudeness?

[strangcrdoctor]

✹

Bugger me. Sideways, with a rusty spork. Oh wait, I’ve got a rusty Teutonic crossbow bolt through my leg, that’s close enough. Tetanus infection of evil, here I come.

Even as he came to, those were the first unbidden thoughts that wandered into his aching mind. He wasn’t sure quite where or why it had all gone wrong, but whoever had planned the sting knew that he was magical and had the forethought to bring a magical way to subdue him. A cursed Iron Age bolt was keeping him grounded in his body, unable to separate into his astral form lest he let his flesh be overtaken by the poison magic within. Being stuck in his body also meant, however, that he had to deal with the pain of the actual physical injury of having been shot through the leg, which was a pretty expedient way to make someone keep still all things considered. But what they wanted from him he had no inkling as yet.

What they wanted with his contact as well, however, was a considerably stickier problem. He’d been trying to contact the engineer because the other had reached out to him through abstract channels. He wasn’t sure if it was to ask for or give information, but having a back door to keep an eye on SHIELD wasn’t a bad thing in his book, and so far as he could feel from their communications his intentions had been clean. But why their assailants, whoever they were, wanted him too was... unexpected. 

Initially he’d thought it was SHIELD putting a stop to the meeting, but then he’d gotten an arrow to the leg, which just wasn’t quite SHIELD’s style, even for clean-up. Now they were on the floor of some warehouse, chained to an old hulking radiator bolted to the concrete, either waiting for hypothermia to set in or their kidnappers to return, whichever came first.

“Hey,” he said, looking to the other man when he seemed to stir. Both of them had gotten nasty blows to the head, and the physician in him still worried if the other had a concussion that needed tending. “Are you alright?” he asked a bit louder, hoping he could get an answer and at least be sure the man’s death wasn’t going to be on his hands as well as their current mess.

[alldamned]

"V'been doin' this for ten years n'I ain't gotten anywhere."

F.R.I.E.N.D.S sentence starters || @lilxlionxman

           ‘’  yeah .... can feel like that, don’t it?  ‘’  

      cause it does.  when you look back from where you started and where you’re at.  look back to all the things that happened in between, and what’s left to count for it?  new scars.  new heartache. new nightmares that steal sleep.  and he wants to be able to say that something like this get’s better.  but sometimes it just doesn’t.  sometimes there’s a push.  sometimes, hell -----------  just needed to put it in someone elses hands.  he slides over the class of whiskey, blues cast down. cause he can’t look her in the face when she’s got eyes just like the sea. and it reminds him of home, of something he misses.  a soft clearing of his throat as if the morning had done anything to his voice.   

           ‘’  all i know, is that it gets worse ‘fore it gets better. y’ got too much ahead of y’ just t’ toss it down th’ drain. one day, soon, though ...  it will come.  time ...  time is such a frail and daunting thing. ��‘’  

[mckaytriarchy-1]

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|| MEME - lilxlionxman​ -  ACCEPTING ||

“I wish I could travel more–not across the realms or different dimensions. Just here. Earth–Midgard.”