Names are for friends.

Indie roleplay blog for Agent 47. 

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this blog supports the idea of MULTIPLE THREADS with the same muse.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Do you have any regrets?

"Why would I?"

[agxnthxtman-blog]

{ Thank you for following my dorky Geoff (ActionsNotVoidOfMerit)! I will quickly throw in that he is, sadly, a sideblog to this idiot of mine, hence my following you through this red and black menace, as well as thanking you through him.~ Also, if you'd ever like to do a thread, I'm free for the rest of the day, so I'd be honored to start a thread with you! }

{I would also be honored to start a thread with you! Any ideas?}

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If you ever wanted to Rp with me, but were too scared

Go on baby, my ask is always open. I don’t bite, but if you want my muse will. -wink-

[rpstartersanskboxfillers]

My muse is asleep. Go into my ask box and wake them up however you'd like.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

i really like these ones! you can choose which one’s best for you and then we can talk about it!! :)

I honestly have no idea, so I’ll let you choose c:

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Sexual Sunday NSFW-Starter Sentences - Send One

1. “Bite a Pillow”

2. “Bend over so I can Punish you!”

3. “Oh my, are these handcuffs in your drawer?”

4. “Get on your knees”

5. “That’s right..Scream for me like that”

6. “Don’t go so deep!”

7. “OH Hoo Hoo! Is your body Ready?”

8. “I think you’ve earned a reward..”

9. “Now that you’re all tied up..Let the teasing begin..”

10. “Put this blindfold on”

11. “I think you’d look amazing in this..”

12. “You do look fetching in black..”

13. “I CAME!”

14. “I really want to worship your body..”

15. “I have a fetish I was hoping you’d do with me..”

16. “I was thinking we should..Role Play.”

17. “Why are you not sitting in my lap?”

18. “I’m going to use your face as a rocking chair!”

19. “I have this warm oil, how about a massage?”

20. “I feel so stressed…Help Me!”

21. “How about we record it this time?”

22. “Uhm, Why do you have that whip cream?”

23. “Come wash my back?”

24. “Wait..You’re not wearing Underwear?”

25. “Want to see my bedroom?”

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Rough touch // if you don't mind !

Send ‘rough touch’and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine. 47 ducked away, the usual scowl on his face. “If you needed something you could have just asked.” He huffed out, clearly annoyed by the action.

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Why ask when I can use a more physical way of getting your attention, hm?” Hannibal smiled a little, impressed by the other man’s quick duck.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Straightening out his suit and tie, he scoffed at the other’s comment. “I guess that makes sense. I honestly can’t say anything.” 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Mhm.” He nodded. “I only came over to ask about your suit, and where you got it from… You seem like a man who knows his stuff, figured a punch couldn’t hurt.”

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“I have my own private place for suits. In all honesty I doubt all you wanted was to ask about my suit.” His expression never changed, still as stoic as ever. 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Well I can’t say you were wrong to have doubts. Although I /do/ want to know about this private place…” Hannibal hummed in thought. “What’s your name?” He asked.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Names are for friends, therefore I do not have a name.” He stated bluntly, avoiding the suit topic. “How about yourself? Do you have a name?” 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Why would I want to tell you my name if you aren’t going to return the favour?” He asked, starting to wonder who this man was. Hannibal had been suspicious of the man from afar, the well done ducking of the punch and not wanting to give a name just encouraged his doubts.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Call me 47. If you must have an answer.” He huffed out his answer, and that is all Hannibal was getting from him. 47 wasn’t exactly too trusting of the man before him. There was something about him that he just didn’t.. like. He was a trained hitman, a ghost if you will.

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“47 is better than /nothing/ I suppose.” He held his hand out. “I’m Doctor Hannibal Lecter.” He was proud of his name, always included the titled, always said his whole name. “What is it that you do that causes you to be so against giving your name to people?”

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Confidential information. It’s classified, and I can’t say anything.” He wasn’t about to mention the fact that 47 was his name. Nor was he going to mention his occupation. Though at this point he was certain Hannibal was suspicious of it.

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“That just makes it sound like you like work for the government or something illegal, you know?” He wasn’t going to question the man further on it though, it seemed a waste of time. He’d be cautious though.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Not the government.” He swiftly pulled a fiber wire from inside his suit. “As I said before, confidential.” 47 stated as he slipped the wire back into his suit. He was heavily armed. Not that anyone could tell.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Rough touch // if you don't mind !

Send ‘rough touch’and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine. 47 ducked away, the usual scowl on his face. “If you needed something you could have just asked.” He huffed out, clearly annoyed by the action.

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Why ask when I can use a more physical way of getting your attention, hm?” Hannibal smiled a little, impressed by the other man’s quick duck.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Straightening out his suit and tie, he scoffed at the other’s comment. “I guess that makes sense. I honestly can’t say anything.” 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Mhm.” He nodded. “I only came over to ask about your suit, and where you got it from… You seem like a man who knows his stuff, figured a punch couldn’t hurt.”

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“I have my own private place for suits. In all honesty I doubt all you wanted was to ask about my suit.” His expression never changed, still as stoic as ever. 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Well I can’t say you were wrong to have doubts. Although I /do/ want to know about this private place…” Hannibal hummed in thought. “What’s your name?” He asked.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Names are for friends, therefore I do not have a name.” He stated bluntly, avoiding the suit topic. “How about yourself? Do you have a name?” 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Why would I want to tell you my name if you aren’t going to return the favour?” He asked, starting to wonder who this man was. Hannibal had been suspicious of the man from afar, the well done ducking of the punch and not wanting to give a name just encouraged his doubts.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Call me 47. If you must have an answer.” He huffed out his answer, and that is all Hannibal was getting from him. 47 wasn’t exactly too trusting of the man before him. There was something about him that he just didn’t.. like. He was a trained hitman, a ghost if you will.

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“47 is better than /nothing/ I suppose.” He held his hand out. “I’m Doctor Hannibal Lecter.” He was proud of his name, always included the titled, always said his whole name. “What is it that you do that causes you to be so against giving your name to people?”

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Confidential information. It’s classified, and I can’t say anything.” He wasn't about to mention the fact that 47 was his name. Nor was he going to mention his occupation. Though at this point he was certain Hannibal was suspicious of it.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Rough touch // if you don't mind !

Send ‘rough touch’and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine. 47 ducked away, the usual scowl on his face. “If you needed something you could have just asked.” He huffed out, clearly annoyed by the action.

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Why ask when I can use a more physical way of getting your attention, hm?” Hannibal smiled a little, impressed by the other man’s quick duck.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Straightening out his suit and tie, he scoffed at the other’s comment. “I guess that makes sense. I honestly can’t say anything.” 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Mhm.” He nodded. “I only came over to ask about your suit, and where you got it from… You seem like a man who knows his stuff, figured a punch couldn’t hurt.”

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“I have my own private place for suits. In all honesty I doubt all you wanted was to ask about my suit.” His expression never changed, still as stoic as ever. 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Well I can’t say you were wrong to have doubts. Although I /do/ want to know about this private place…” Hannibal hummed in thought. “What’s your name?” He asked.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Names are for friends, therefore I do not have a name.” He stated bluntly, avoiding the suit topic. “How about yourself? Do you have a name?” 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Why would I want to tell you my name if you aren’t going to return the favour?” He asked, starting to wonder who this man was. Hannibal had been suspicious of the man from afar, the well done ducking of the punch and not wanting to give a name just encouraged his doubts.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Call me 47. If you must have an answer.” He huffed out his answer, and that is all Hannibal was getting from him. 47 wasn’t exactly too trusting of the man before him. There was something about him that he just didn’t.. like. He was a trained hitman, a ghost if you will.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

rough touch //

Send ‘rough touch’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

11. Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

47 made heavily unamused expression as he hit the wall. “Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?”

[yuukimasahiro-blog]

Riku: He glared slightly “Who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?” The man seemed highly agitated as he attempted to make eye contact with the taller man. 

[agxnthxtman-blog]

He pushed Riku away as he stepped away from the wall. “First off, I should be asking you that. Second off, its confidential.” He huffed out as he brushed off his suit.

[yuukimasahiro-blog]

Riku: He sighed heavily “I’m… Here on business. And I have no reason to tell you who I am.” He tried to hide the intimidation he was feeling, for the man before him was much larger than he was… In every way possible. 

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Then I have no intention of answering you either.” He then leaned against the wall, looking out the window. His blue hues focused.

[yuukimasahiro-blog]

Riku: He sighed and looked out the window as well. “You’re a hit-man, aren’t you?” He shot a cold look at the man. “You reek of blood and death.” He spoke this a bit bluntly and sharply. 

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“I am. At least I’m well dressed.” He remarked in return, his expression still not changing. “What of yourself. It’s not like I had a choice in the matter anyways.”

[agxnthxtman-blog]

rough touch //

Send ‘rough touch’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

11. Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

47 made heavily unamused expression as he hit the wall. “Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?”

[yuukimasahiro-blog]

Riku: He glared slightly “Who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?” The man seemed highly agitated as he attempted to make eye contact with the taller man. 

[agxnthxtman-blog]

He pushed Riku away as he stepped away from the wall. “First off, I should be asking you that. Second off, its confidential.” He huffed out as he brushed off his suit.

[yuukimasahiro-blog]

Riku: He sighed heavily “I’m… Here on business. And I have no reason to tell you who I am.” He tried to hide the intimidation he was feeling, for the man before him was much larger than he was… In every way possible. 

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Then I have no intention of answering you either.” He then leaned against the wall, looking out the window. His blue hues focused.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Rough touch // if you don't mind !

Send ‘rough touch’and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine. 47 ducked away, the usual scowl on his face. “If you needed something you could have just asked.” He huffed out, clearly annoyed by the action.

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Why ask when I can use a more physical way of getting your attention, hm?” Hannibal smiled a little, impressed by the other man’s quick duck.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Straightening out his suit and tie, he scoffed at the other’s comment. “I guess that makes sense. I honestly can’t say anything.” 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Mhm.” He nodded. “I only came over to ask about your suit, and where you got it from… You seem like a man who knows his stuff, figured a punch couldn’t hurt.”

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“I have my own private place for suits. In all honesty I doubt all you wanted was to ask about my suit.” His expression never changed, still as stoic as ever. 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Well I can’t say you were wrong to have doubts. Although I /do/ want to know about this private place…” Hannibal hummed in thought. “What’s your name?” He asked.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“Names are for friends, therefore I do not have a name.” He stated bluntly, avoiding the suit topic. “How about yourself? Do you have a name?” 

[agxnthxtman-blog]

rough touch //

Send ‘rough touch’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

11. Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

47 made heavily unamused expression as he hit the wall. “Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?”

[yuukimasahiro-blog]

Riku: He glared slightly “Who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?” The man seemed highly agitated as he attempted to make eye contact with the taller man. 

[agxnthxtman-blog]

He pushed Riku away as he stepped away from the wall. “First off, I should be asking you that. Second off, its confidential.” He huffed out as he brushed off his suit.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

rough touch //

Send ‘rough touch’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

11. Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

47 made heavily unamused expression as he hit the wall. “Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?”

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Rough touch // if you don't mind !

Send ‘rough touch’and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine. 47 ducked away, the usual scowl on his face. “If you needed something you could have just asked.” He huffed out, clearly annoyed by the action.

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Why ask when I can use a more physical way of getting your attention, hm?” Hannibal smiled a little, impressed by the other man’s quick duck.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Straightening out his suit and tie, he scoffed at the other’s comment. “I guess that makes sense. I honestly can’t say anything.” 

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Mhm.” He nodded. “I only came over to ask about your suit, and where you got it from… You seem like a man who knows his stuff, figured a punch couldn’t hurt.”

[agxnthxtman-blog]

“I have my own private place for suits. In all honesty I doubt all you wanted was to ask about my suit.” His expression never changed, still as stoic as ever. 

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Rough touch // if you don't mind !

Send ‘rough touch’and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine. 47 ducked away, the usual scowl on his face. “If you needed something you could have just asked.” He huffed out, clearly annoyed by the action.

[hefeltpowerfulll]

“Why ask when I can use a more physical way of getting your attention, hm?” Hannibal smiled a little, impressed by the other man’s quick duck.

[agxnthxtman-blog]

Straightening out his suit and tie, he scoffed at the other’s comment. “I guess that makes sense. I honestly can’t say anything.”