#marvel oc muse

[cloudybrews]

Tony Stark was sure he was dead. He was dying before, or at a point in time he was dying. And he was use to that. He was use to putting on face and keep going. It was the Stark way. It was Tony's way. Yet no matter how many times he got knocked down, he was back.

Tony right now, was sitting looking in front of him. His expression was.. unsure. Stuff happen, he almost died, and now he was... built different. LITERALLY

"Friday" he called out as he rolled in his chair. " Yess Boss" came a irish voice. It brought him comfort. Maybe not like Javis, but it gave him ... hope? " Pen in a 3 am watch cat videos on youtube," he mumble as he sighed running his hand through this need to be comb hair. " Boss, are you.." Tony cut her off as he finally notice someone walked into the room. " Please don't tell Pepper, or Happy or..."

[weekend-whip]

New fits looking kinda sick ngl

(also ft smol surprise daughter)

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

'It's Not the Years, Honey - It's the Mileage'

a Whumped Doctor Strange one-shot

Inspired by a couple of pre Multiverse of Madness articles comparing Stephen Strange to Indiana Jones😉😁

genre: whump, hurt/comfort, light humor

rating: general audience

characters: Stephen Strange, Tess O'Neill (Healer of Kamar-Taj, OFC); established relationship; Cloak of Levitation

word count: 1.9k

It was supposed to have been date night, but Stephen was overdue. Three hours overdue. Again. Tess had taken these things in stride, right from the start. After all, you can’t be lucky enough to be the significant other of the Sorcerer Supreme without being incredibly patient, understanding, and flexible. Besides which, he was always so adorable when he finally found his way home, sincere in his apologies, and more often than not, presenting her with a fresh bouquet, which he managed to conjure even before he uttered a single word. Tonight’s transgression was bound to be a two dozen roses mea culpa--and she just knew he’d make them her favorite: pale pink American Beauties.

Not that he ever needed to. His company was dear enough recompense for any time he kept her waiting. Except for the worrying, of course, but Tess had quickly adjusted to that, and so far she hadn’t made any complaint, no matter how late her Stephen managed to show up. She’d rather spend their precious time on more pleasant pursuits--and on showing him however she could, how happy he made her simply by being...him. 

And so, Tess had adjusted down their plans. First, from dinner out and a movie, to take-out and the latest blu-ray release. And then from that, to something she could whip up, quick and easy, in the Sanctum’s smaller kitchen. Stephen was bound to be hungry when he arrived, and she had a hearty pot of stew simmering on the stove and a batch of honey cornbread ready to pop into the oven while he cleaned up. 

Tess had just given the stew another stir, when she felt a tapping on her shoulder. She turned to find Cloak looking battle singed and...well...harried. How this being without a face could express such a wide range of emotions was a continual wonder to her--but right now her immediate reaction was to ask if Stephen was alright. 

Cloak’s collar shook a clear ‘no’, and then it tugged at her arm, to get her moving. She turned off the stove and moved the stewpot to another burner, and followed Cloak down the grand staircase. And there sat Stephen on the third step, head bowed and shoulders hunched, his bloodstained tunic rent in several places. Tess’s heart leapt to her throat, though she tried to remain calm, realizing that he needed her as a Healer tonight, far more than as the woman who loved him. 

She dropped to one knee in front of him, noting that the shelf of his jaw bore a dark bruise, and that he had a nasty cut across the bridge of his nose, a black eye and a split lip. “Hey,” she said softly, reaching her sure hands towards him, studying his wounds with practiced eyes, evaluating which she should address first. Thankfully, the blood on his clothing was dried, so that Tess concluded he wasn’t actively bleeding. “What happened,” she asked quietly, concerned to see him breathe shallowly, as breathing any deeper appeared to make him wince. 

“You don’t wanna know,” he muttered, as she placed both of her palms on his chest and closed her eyes, searching for any internal damage. 

“Ow...ow...ow...owwwwwwww,” he grumbled, “Is this really necessary?” 

Cloak was flitting back and forth, giving the closest approximation of pacing as possible. “It certainly is, as well you know...Doctor.” To that he only grunted, then followed with a heavy groan when she palpated his lower ribs and abdomen. “Stephen,” she informed him patiently, “You’ve got at least three cracked ribs...” 

“I know,” he replied curtly, “Don’t you think I know that?��

Tess tried to placate him. “Of course you do--but there’s no need to be pissy about it. It’ll just take a simple healing spell to start them knitting properly together.” 

“I...know,” he repeated through gritted teeth, attempting to stand. Cloak had to swoop in to keep him from landing hard on his bottom. 

Tess rose and wiped her hands on her denim capris. “Cloak, can you get him up to the infirmary, so I can take care of him properly?” 

Cloak nodded, but Stephen had other ideas. “No infirmary--just get me to my room...” 

Honestly, doctors really do make the worst patients, she thought, although she held her tongue, telling Stephen instead, “Nope. It’s the infirmary for you.” He huffed, but didn’t speak up. “And that’s Healer’s orders, Stephen. I outrank you in this, at least for the moment...” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled dismissively. He handed her his sling ring, “We can portal there--it’ll be quicker and a less bumpy trip than relying on...” He wagged his head in Cloak’s direction. 

Tess had to suppress a chuckle, as Cloak’s reaction to that perceived insult was to turn its back to Stephen. “Alright,” she sighed, slipping his ring on and bringing the golden circle to life. She returned to his side and offered him a hand to help him stand up. “Just lean on me, and we’ll be there in a jiffy.” 

She could feel his aversion to appearing so needy, even as he braced himself with an arm across her shoulders, but knew well that it wasn’t on her account. Stephen generally disliked showing weakness to anyone, although as their relationship had blossomed, his trust in her had been enough for him to reveal much of what he hid from the world behind sarcasm and bravado. Tess had always taken such precious trust as both a privilege and an honor. Stiff lipped against his pain and leaning on her heavily, they hobbled through the portal and Tess led him to sit on the nearest bed. 

The infirmary was empty but for them, and she took a moment to close the portal, and then rushed to gather her supplies. Disinfectant and a basin of warm water, along with a washcloth and the softest, fluffiest towel she could conjure, for after she got him cleaned up. And bandages. Lots and lots of bandages. Tess returned to Stephen’s side to find him struggling to remove his tunic. She set down her things, telling him, “Here...let me...” 

“I’ve...got...this.” he grunted, though it was clearly hurting him to raise his arms above his head. 

“No. No you don’t,” she corrected him gently, “Please--just let me do my job, Stephen.” 

“Alright...alright...” He did his best to relax as she worked the garment over his head and off. Tess gasped at the network of contusions across his shoulders and upper chest. “Dammit, Tess...that hurts!” 

“I know, darling. I know.” To her relief, most of his bruises appeared superficial. “Let’s start by getting you cleaned up, okay.” Stephen nooded, and closed his eyes as she washed the cut on his nose, and several shallow scratches on his cheeks and chin, finally seeing to the split on his lower lip. 

Next, she addressed the wounds on his back, circling behind him and perching on the edge of the bed. She was relieved again to find that they were rather shallow as well, and made quick work of cleansing them. Tess chose that moment to speak to him as his woman, rather than as a Healer. “You know--you’re extremely fit for a man your age, darling. But it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more careful out there.”

“It’s not the years, honey...” he snorted, “...it’s the mileage...” Stephen had stiffened despite her gentle approach, but when she applied the disinfectant, he hissed out a string of very un-Stephen-like curses. 

“Don’t be such a baby,” she muttered, her patience beginning to strain.

“I’m not,” he responded petulantly. 

Coulda fooled me, she thought, but bit back that retort. A few minutes more and she had his wounds properly bandaged. Tess set aside the basin and the towel, telling him, “Now let’s see about those ribs. Do you think you can lay back? It’ll be easier that way.” 

“Of course I can,” he barked, “I’m not an invalid, you know.” 

No, you’re just the crankiest Master of the Mystic Arts that I've ever encountered. Bravest and most selfless too, so I suppose I can forgive your churlishness.

He winced when she placed her hands on his shoulders, helping to ease him onto his back. Closing her eyes again, she skimmed her hands above the skin covering his damaged ribs, whispering the charm needed to bolster his body’s natural healing ability. Satisfied that she had succeeded once she could feel the spell take root, Tess pulled her hands away and opened her eyes. Stephen’s were closed, and his face had gone slack with a look of relief. Good enough, she concluded, hoping he would sleep a long while to aid in healing. 

Still, she thought she could do a little something to speed the reduction in the nastiest of his contusions--and it would be best to try while he was asleep. She reached tentative fingers to Stephen’s right shoulder. His eyes flew open with a start, “Owwwwww...that’s still tender, you know!” 

“I’m just trying to help...” 

“Well...I don’t need a nurse anymore,” he groused, “I just want to sleep.” 

“If you let me see to these now, you’ll feel much better in the morning...” Tess trailed her fingertips along his jaw, channeling her own energy into relieving his pain. “Any better?”

"A little,” he pouted, “But it hurts...almost everywhere...”

There seemed to be no pleasing him this way--but still, it was her nature to try. Exasperated, she blurted out, “Well, dammit, Stephen--where doesn’t it hurt?” 

Looking defiant, he showed her his elbow, “Here.” Tess laid the softest kiss she could upon it. 

“And...and here,” he added, pointing to his forehead, his whole demeanor softening in response to her tenderness. Cautiously, Tess leaned in and planted a loving kiss there. Momentum had turned in her favor. 

Stephen pointed to his un-blackened eye, “Um...here?”

Tess smiled softly, watching his eyes flutter shut, and then brushed her lips as lightly as she could upon his eyelid. There was a moment as her face hovered over his, and the look when he opened his eyes made her heart start to melt--for within their mercurial depths, she saw both gratitude and an apology for his childish behavior. Stephen tapped his lips and murmured, “Here.” 

She wondered if he felt her indulgent smile as their lips finally met, but before too long their kiss had gone from chaste to something deeper and more enduring, as he relaxed completely under her loving ministration. When she finally pulled away, Tess found that her kiss had worked a magic of its own, and her beloved Stephen was out like a light. 

Tess arose and draped the sheet across him lightly, then levitated the next bed over and landed it flush against his. Her hunch was that he’d sleep through the night, but she wanted to be close by if he should need her. 

Come morning, she awoke to find him gone--can’t keep a good Sorcerer down for long, she mused--but in his place, he’d left three dozen pale pink American Beauties, and a small piece of handwritten parchment. It was brief but to the point:  

Thank you, honey. For everything. Love - your Stephen xx

tagging: @hithertoundreamtof23 @stewardofningishzida @ironstrange1991 @mousedetective @aphroditesdilemma @icytrickster17 @groovyqueer @battledress @aelaer @mckiwi @couldntbedamned

[bug-roleplay]

|| open rp starter ||

"Um, hello. We really have to stop meeting like this."

Loki jested as if they hadn't just been caught red-handed stealing. They had a smug grin on their face, as cocky as ever despite the situation.

"Well, lovely seeing you, but I must be on my way," they noted, beginning to quickly stand straight up and attempt to dash away.

[elliehallers]

OC Introduction: Madison Hunter — 17-18 during X2: X-Men United, and so forth.

Reluctant student at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and girlfriend of John "Pyro" Allerdyce until he dips. Spoiled rich-ish girl from Ottawa Hills, Ohio. Girly girl. Captian of the cheerleadering team. Enjoys video games. Loves pop music. (Britney, *NSYNC, BSB, Christina, and the like.) Kind of a bitch. Her parents sent her to Xavier's when she was barely 15, hoping it'd help her control her abilities. She has the mutation of hydrokinesis; she can create and manipulate water. Her best friend is Jasmine Jacobs, whom she met at Xavier's.

Maddie (or "Mads") hates attending the institute; she wants to be a normal teenager. She misses her home, her family, her old friends. She doesn't care about social issues or training or fighting in battles. She wants nothing to do with "that crap." She also kind of hates being a mutant, for those same reasons. Why the fuck did her father have to be a carrier of some gene that made her born a dangerous freak in the eyes of millions? She's "too pretty for this!"

If you ask her, the only good thing about her school is meeting her friends and meeting John. (They met and started dating when they were 15.) And then he just left. She's felt like total shit since that day.

Spotify playlist.

Her father, Richard Hunter, is of Mexican and Scottish descent, while her mother, Donna, is Mexican-American.

She has two younger siblings: a brother, Greyson, who is 2 years her junior, and a sister, Allison, who is 5 years younger than her. They have a chocolate brown male Toy Poodle named Rococo.

If she had existed in the movies, she would've been in the cafeteria scene at the museum, present for the whole trip in X2, and she probably would've been at the battle in X3.

[rp-academy]

TEACHINGS THUS FAR.

Common terms to know.

More common terms.

Mainblogs vs. sideblogs.

Writing Styles. Which One is Right for Me?

Creating Your Blog and All its Fixings.

Creating a Bio and Rules Page.

How to Make Your Rules and Bio Engaging.

Creating a Safe Space for Minors.

Appropriately Tagging Your Posts.

Crediting Artists.

RP Etiquette and Being Courteous

Icon VS. Iconless

Formatting Your Posts and Trimming Them.

This blog is a free resource guide to those who are new to the roleplay community of Tumblr and would like help getting started. Reblogs on this post are encouraged!

[pinksopaque]

like for a one - liner starter .

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

I've been feeling kind of silly lately for shoving the boys in every fandom I like rather than picking up muses from those fandoms. I understand it makes people hesitant to write with me because how the hell is a marvel muse going to fit into <insert fandom name here>. I've attempted to write muses from other fandoms (Enzo from TVD, Killian from OUAT, Graham Humbert (OUAT), Harry Hook, Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf), Long John Silver (Black Sails), Leonard McCoy (Star Trek, 3 times I tried), Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), & Mary Queen of Scots (Reign)) but obviously, none of them stayed. Still I feel silly just hucking the boys in whatever damn fandom I please.

[oozeyboozey-archive]

i look inside myself and see MY HEART IS BLACK. i see my red door , i must HAVE IT PAINTED BLACK. Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to FACE THE FACTS. it's not easy facing up , when YOUR WHOLE WORLD IS BACK.

no more will my green sea go turn a DEEPER BLUE. i could not foresee this thing HAPPENING TO YOU. if i look hard enough into the settin' sun , my love will laugh with me UNTIL THE MORNING COMES.

[behindtheireyes]

Code name: Bathory

Born name: Piroska Fekete

Current name: Penelope Emerson

Face claim: Aubery Plaza

Age: Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to ask a ladies age?

History: Born into an off shoot of the Bathory clan in 1724 in a small village north of Palhaza to a mutant mother and human father Drucilla's mutation didn't show itself until her mid teens when a horseback riding accident claimed her life.

Or so everyone thought.

Waking up a few days after her funeral in the family crypt filled with a hunger more intense than anything she'd ever felt before along with enhanced senses and the ability to transform her body into a black mist.

Turns out vampire's weren't myth or montsters but a mutation passed through the generations.

Also turns out that the people of her village had an issue with someone seemly coming back from the dead.

After being chased out of her village, literally chased with torches and pitch forks, by an angry mob the young mutant tralved Europe suriving on the blood of animal's and the occasional criminal. As the years passed not only was she able to heal from any wound she but she aged so slowly that for every decade that passed she barely appeared to have aged a year. Drusilla's other abilities also grew over the years not only could she turn into mist but a flock of bats, emotion & aura manipulation, enhanced strength & agility, and prey animal manipulation & animal empathy. These powers were all considerably stronger when Drusilla was able to consume human blood but she prefers animal and the synthetic blood that Hank had developed when she joined the Institute. She finds her hunger is near insatiable after using her powers and is honestly terrifed that she won't be able to stop herself in time before the person died.

More background will be added as I am able to find out more about her as we play.

[homelander-rp-blog]

Hi!

Role-play blog dedicated to Homelander ( John Vogelbaum ) from The Boys

Mun is: 25+, she/her.

Please notice: please be over 21+, smut asks/plot are open and I'm free to all ships or kinks! But please be polite! Thank you!💙 I may answer with delay but I'll get to your ask as soon as I can. Your ask is precious to me!

I'll follow from my main blog!

All AUs/crossovers are welcome! RP memes here.

Credit intro edits to @vergeltvng and @endsupes ( both are such amazing Billy!! Go follow!💙)

Thank you!!

[cloudybrews]

Aiden Stark was many things. A Mutant, a brother, a son and sometimes a wolf.

But he was also tired. And if one more person in stupid press asked him about his brother. He was going to lose his mind.

Rather it was because he missed Tony, or maybe it was because he missed everyone. But Aiden was not in the greatest mood. The Wolf, the part of him that he spend most of his life was. Was scratching at the surface. Bruce Banner, a friend of Tony's helpd him through it. The Red eyed mutant spent times in tears. He had nightmares about losing him. Maybe that's why he was ake at five am in the morning. Or maybe.. just maybe... he was hoping someone was awake too.

[ask-theredman]

Mako runs past Azazel in the crowded streets, swiping his wallet and headed straight for the aquarium. Her white, matted, dirty hair makes her stick out in the crowd but she's small enough that most people don't even notice. She even knows to follow a family with kids her age into the aquarium before immediately splitting off and going towards the tanks where you can pet the sea life

'Let's get this over with.'

On today's job : Take out a specific mutant target in the middle of a busy street.

While it wasn't an unusual request, it didn't change the fact that he has always felt uncomfortable walking in crowds. Apart from the obvious reason, it came with its fair share of issues : Too many unfamiliar faces popping in at once then disappearing out of his field of vision. Too many different noises and voice pitches condensing into one incoherent gibberish. Too many smells of various degrees, from strong to mild, from nauseating to plain weird, making it the most confusing scent cocktail. None of these, however, were really the reason why he wanted to get this job done as quickly as possible and move on to some better place.

No, the main reason, and objectively worst part of it all, was that this had to be in Florida. The fabled trickster God's playground. The land where the press hunts for crimes that will inevitably become famous out of state.

If he was going to do this right, there could be no mistakes, and everything had to pass under the press' radars as the most mundane event of the day.

According to his investigation, his target at this time of the day was far ahead of the street he was striding through. He would do it swiftly, then switch his target's wallet with the 'fake' one in his back pocket to hide who truly 'unexpectedly passed away' today. It was an ordinary wallet with all things considered : It had an ID, emergency contact details, a medical insurance card, bills and change totaling 100$, ... The only notable detail about it is that it couldn't possibly be his own.

He made himself as unassuming as humanly possible in the crowd while some bystanders walked closeby, some skipped behind him, some just ran past like it wasn't 97°F, ... Children never seemed phased by this kind of weather until it was too late.

'If I'm not careful enough, I might accidentally step on a kid if most wander off from their parents like this one...'

Strangely enough, he felt... Lighter. Reflexively, he patted over the inside pocket of his jacket before moving to his pants'...

And realizing the fake wallet was gone.

He abruptly stopped on his tracks, causing an old lady to dump into him and nearly fall over if he hadn't caught her at the last second and brought her back to her feet. "Oh my! Thank you, Dear. But don't worry about little old me and go follow your daughter before she gets lost. She looked so excited to go to the aquarium ! She tripped a few times to catch up with you but always got up like a champ ! "

His mind momentarily found itself stuck on the daughter part of her sentence before suddenly understanding what actually went down a few seconds ago.

Being pickpocketed by a child should have been the least surprising thing to happen to him in Florida, yet here he was. Absolutely dumbfounded by the absurdity of the situation.

He found himself simply nodding to the old lady then left without a word. He reached the Florida Aquarium in less than 5 minutes after finally getting out of the busy street.

Seeing no trace of the strange white-haired girl, he walked past the big Devil Ray statue, got to the counter and paid the entrance fee with the money from his wallet. He went in and started looking around for the little thief.

'She hasn't been there for long so she couldn't have wandered off that far. Now, where would a small child go in such a big-...'

As if to answer, a map of the place suddenly faced him.

'... Of course.'

When he reached the aquarium's Petting Zoo, he took a quick look around, trying to spot any usual white hair among the young visitors until...

'There she is... At the corner of the tank with the most rays.'

She didn't seem to notice him when he finally approached her. "No use running, Missy. You don't look like some vicious hellion so I won't involve any kind of institution into this : From experience, these make a mountain out of a molehill and don't even get at the bottom of the issue at the end of the day." He said matter-of-factly. "I just want my wallet back."

[bug-roleplay]

|| open rp starter ||

“Are you that convinced I want something bad to happen to you?”

Loki questioned, leaning back against the wall. They had a half grin on their face, as if amused by the idea.

(prompt list)

[yukii0nna]

Muses of Hope recipe

One liter of sexuality and gender fuckery.

magic, go crazy.

Any amount of good music, of any genre.

Other Marvel heroes are optional but female heroes are preferred

No value in gender normals

Creepy stuff up the wazzo

Kindness 🌸

Exploration of the secondary cast

A look at adulthood.

And most importantly glitter!!!!!

@bakawitch @punkeropercyjackson @zexal-club @insomniac-jay

[c0mplex-heroes]

where..? open starter: maggie rogers open to marvel muses/verses or modern too

Everything sounds muffled. Like she's both far away and too close all at once. Why is that? And why was everything so dark? It all felt so strange... Where was she?

But then she hears it clearly again... Someone was calling to her. No they were holding her, firmly but gently by the shoulder. She can feel it more clearly now. And with it comes the pain. The splitting pain that hit across her scalp.

Slowly the dark goes as she cracks open her eyes. A figure coming into focus slowly above her. "Eugh... Where-- where am I? What- what happened?"