#thearrowfell

[justadraftsman]

thearrowfell started following you

[Well, it looks like someone beat him to his usual spot. He could wait this guy out, or he could confront.]

Hello. I can't say I find many others poking around this specific section of town often. Do you own one of the warehouses?

[talentedliarloki]

"..5 more minutes.."

SEND ME “5 MORE MINUTES” TO SEE HOW MY CHARACTER WOULD WAKE YOURS UP

When, how, and why Loki had arrived Clint’s apartment was truly a moot point by the time he was past the front door and striding through the living room, rolling from his heel to his toes deftly and silently as he weaved around floorboards he knew by then would squeak. It was too quiet and he’d made it too far for the archer to be awake and knowledgable of his presence. That left only two alternatives: Clint was either gone or…

Asleep. Fast asleep in his bed and with one hand under his pillow. Absently, the trickster wondered if there was a gun there.

The god had had a reason for his visit but a foreign feeling was infiltrating several of his systems at once and he was torn between a few reactions and each of which varied from the one previous. He could shapeshift into a leopard and shred everything in the archer’s apartment or he could cover his floor with small colored bricks which seemed to be the cheapest form of torture in the realm.

But, to his surprise, the most eviscerating thing he could do - to both Clint as well as to himself - was cross the bedroom without a sound and drag the archer’s sheet up and around his shoulders. That would be enough to wake him but the trickster chose not to linger and left just as quietly as he had come and just as purposefully too.

[forgerextraordinaire]

“Stop talking or I’mma hit you.”

-thearrowfell

[tonyandhisbots-archive]

Don't chase the rabbit

"S’a nice watch Stark." 

"Yeah."

~

"Yep, I miss you too." 

It’s a little scary just how much security he feels, how there’s warmth in the voice of the artificial intelligence as the lights turn on when he walks to his living area. It’s safety - it’s knowing that he’s not there any more. But the warmth he feels? That skewed idea of home? — He simply puts it on the slowly working fire of his fireplace.

After a small sigh he sits down on the couch and notices a black box that looks like it’s not supposed to be there. Curious, Tony opens it.

Tony. Thank god it wasn’t your time - Obadiah.

As he lifts the box in his hand, wonders if he should laugh. A watch and a really bad pun? Go figure, he thinks as he looks up, a few strange thoughts in his mind as he feels the cold metal face against his skin and the leather that presses against his wrist. He slides  the band through the metal loop and stands.

He’s pretty glad too, really, with what happened. His head’s a mess though, filled with doubts, a sick swirl in his stomach that makes him rather uncomfortable as his thoughts linger to the man that saved his life. 

I’m going to buy you more time.

He notices his fingers trembling slightly and decides he needs a distraction of sorts. Tony gets up, moves to throw his jacket onto the couch and walks to the window panes, noticing the slightly eerie silence apart from the indoor water feature. 

Jarvis’ voice is somewhat distant as he looks out, something about having over a thousand messages. The screen appears on the pane and after he presses on it, slides his fingers against a few lights, he speaks.

"Delete them all." 

~

Tony looks at the watch on his wrist, his fingers tapping on the face. He looks up at Clint. “It’s a little scuffed admittedly, but it’s good for reminding me that I should probably go eat.” 

Among a few other things.��

[pasteboardplayboy]

✢

My muse’s reaction to seeing yours on their doorstep, soaking wet from the rain.

Tony yawned as he opened his door, blinking a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes, before they landed on Clint’s form. 

"Clint—?" He frowned, hooking his hand under the man’s bicep to drag him inside and push the door closed.

"What the hell are you doing out there in the rain?" He guided him further inside, retrieving some towels from the bathroom before pushing Clint toward the bedroom. 

"Come on, we’ll get you some dry clothes, you moron." 

[igotyourgun]

thearrowfell replied to your post: ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔.... (( just because I’m biased don’t mean it ain’t true hollaaaa ))

[ -squints at- I can't actually argue that since I use the same argument -snuggles- ]

[makarovs]

thearrowfell replied to your link: SenpaiSunday: An excellet and exceptional Clint, with a twist.

(( What. Whaat. Oh my gosh. ;~; ))

[ Ssh, just accept that your perfection is being talked about and spread around, alrighty? Good, good. ]

[markxix]

thearrowfell started following you

Mister Barton, correct?

[pasteboardplayboy]

"Hey, there's no need for name-calling. I can't help being attractive."

[igotyourgun]

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[shhh bby you biased

[captainspangly]

Spanglymun: *sends Kite a gif of a flying penis*

Spanglymun: I want you to be safe. I need you to watch out for flying dicks on the road way.

Kite: I give you my word.

Spanglymun: And don't play with the flying peens either. You'll go blind.

Kite: I've seen the videos. Omg. I will not.

Spanglymun: Thank you for completing your flying peen safety course.

[starkindustrics]

He had his moments when it comes down to toying with conversation. Tony's upbringing hardly deviated from Clint's own, save for the bit where he's born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Otherwise, their lives were led in a more or less parallel sense, with elements of their past that were much better left buried as opposed to being wrenched out into the open. If they were to bring up fatherhood, then he'd do so in such a fashion where they could comfortably eschew from their own late family patriarchs respectively. 

Snickering, he thumbs at Clint's chin. "Hey, I'm not one to judge. And think of it this way; not everyone's popular with the crowd. So we do what the rest of the world does. Play our part out as fathers, and keep the little one from harm's way. It's a part of the job description, right?"

"Mm, no. I can’t imagine that you would be, stuffing them silly with ice cream and cake at all hours of the day, sneaking them out between classes for the occasional baseball game. Y’know, bad habits I wouldn’t encourage.” He mentions rather humorously, nose nestling in on Clint’s forehead as the blond slums into his side. Fatherhood; it all felt so strange, even if the discussion of it was nonchalant.

[talentedliarloki]

✲

For every ” ✲ ” I get I’ll confess a turn on.

(Loki swallows, vexed, and hisses his answer through clenched teeth.)

"Dominance."

[shatteredwinter-archive-blog]

I'm about to lose my mind you've been gone for so long I'm running out of time I need a doctor call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life I told the world one day I would pay it back say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that one day I could play it back but I don't even know if I believe it when I'm saying that doubt starting to creep in, every day is just so grey and black Hope? I just need a ray of that 'Cause no one sees my vision when I play it for 'em Nigga say it's wack but they don't know what dope is and I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this, all I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest you picked me up, breathed new life in me I owe my life to you but for the life of me, I don't see why you don't see like I do but it just dawned on me you lost a son demons fighting you, it's dark. let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you I don't think you realize what you mean to me not the slightest clue 'Cause me and you were like a crew I was like your sidekick you gon' either wanna fight me when I get off this fucking mic or you gon' hug me But I'm out of options, there's nothing else I can do 'cause I'm about to lose my mind you've been gone for so long I'm running out of time I need a doctor call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life It hurts when I see you struggle you come to me with ideas You say they're just pieces so I'm puzzled 'Cause the shit I hear is crazy But you're either getting lazy or you don't believe in you no more seems like your own opinion's not one you conform Can't make a decision you keep questioning yourself Second guessing and it's almost like you're begging for my help like I'm your leader you're supposed to fucking be my mentor I can endure no more, I demand you remember who you are it was you who believed in me when everyone was telling you don't sign me Everyone at the fucking label, let's tell the truth you risked your career for me I know it as well as you nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy tramp crying in this booth You saved my life, now maybe it's my turn to save yours but I can never repay you, what you did for me is way more but I ain't giving up faith and you ain't giving up on me Get up Dre, I'm dying, I need you, come back for fuck's sake

[widowbite-blog]

thearrowfell replied to your post “φ ,≡, ∞ , Ω”

(( what. WHAT. ))

[ -blushes- hii. ]