Send “going somewhere?” for your muse to catch mine in the act of climbing out the window.
Send “window escape” for my muse to catch your muse in the middle of leaving through a window.
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Send “going somewhere?” for your muse to catch mine in the act of climbing out the window.
Send “window escape” for my muse to catch your muse in the middle of leaving through a window.
spooped spy
Winged Spy - RP
@running-in-blind
Continuation of this
For a moment, Jean-Pierre could only stare at Scott as he processed the younger man’s reaction. He had been expecting a more negative response. Maybe some screaming, or at the very least a “what the hell are those”. They were the reactions he had gotten the few times anyone else had discovered his wings. To have the Scout sound... excited, as if Spy had shown him a cool trick, instead of accidentally exposing an inhuman mutation, was confusing.
He looked down at the feather in Scott’s hand, and yes, it was indeed one of his own feathers. It was no surprise it had drawn Scott’s attention, being much bigger and better cared for than any bird feather he was likely to find in the wild.
“Je perds des plumes?” He said, still in enough shock from his teammate’s unexpected reaction that he didn’t realize that he had reverted to his native French. “Je me demande ce qui a pu causer ça?”
He realized that he wasn’t paying proper attention to the situation, something would normally get him killed, and he quickly snapped his attention back to Scott. “Yes, that is one of mine.” He confirmed. “Now you know why I always wear my suit, even when it is ‘freakin’ hot’. I would appreciate it if you kept it to yourself, though. If I wanted everyone to know about my wings, I would not keep them covered all the time. You may keep the feather if you wish, but don’t tell anyone where you got it, d’accord?”
Winged Physicist - RP
Spy gave an annoyed sigh. Apparently this Pascal Soldier was a very emotional person, or else just came across that way because of the stress of the situation. Whichever it was, they were certainly indignant about Spy’s question.
“Being on the same team is not enough to make me trust someone, Soldat de l’aile.” He responded, cool and calm, just stating facts of life. “I am a spy. As such, I believe that anyone is capable of killing a person in cold blood, if given the proper motivation. And secrets, especially big secrets like this, are excellent motivation for murder.”
Despite his calm appearance while speaking, he couldn’t stop himself from instinctively crouching as Pascal’s wings unexpected snapped open. It took him a moment to get his heart under control after he realized that there was no danger. Damn, he hated jump scares. They made him look like a fool for absolutely no reason. Embarrassing.
“Of course.” He decided not to make a fuss about the fact that that had definitely been a demand, not a request. This time, at any rate. “Do you have one of your own, or do I need to go out to the broom closet in the hall?”
spy capture
inspired by the time i escorted a fellow frenchman across the map as everyone’s favorite german
here’s more old art so i don’t seem dead
Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!
felt like drawing a handsome Frenchman.
reblog this if you actually like following me.
reblog this if you actually like following me.
Just a PSA
Reblog if you don’t ignore rps and asks but sometimes it takes you a while to think of a response, or you only have time to answer a question or two before doing other things.
Pick four colours you associate with your muse/yourself. Then use the gif search-function and search for the color. Post one gif for each colour.
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Tagging: @running-in-blind, @southieswinger, @wxldrxde, @flying-physicist, @klein-klaus, @pinion-shafts-and-flanges, and anyone else who wants to.
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I want to watch engie and spy’s Buddy film.
Winged Physicist - RP
@flying-physicist
Continuation of this starter
When the Spy had decided to walk down that particular hallway, it was merely with the intention of getting to his own room, which was down the hall. It was purely by accident that he saw. The sound of an enormous racket from the other side of the door drew his attention, and then the next thing he knew that door had blown open to reveal... feathers. Pure white feathers that grew from real flesh-and-blood wings sprouting from the Soldier’s back.
Of course, the Spy only had a moment to stare before the Soldier, whom he believed was named Pascal, had realized someone was there. If Spy had not been a spy, the resulting shouts for him to go away and forget about this strange secret might have sent him on his way. As it was, he did the opposite of Pascal’s wishes, slipping into the room before shutting the door behind him.
“I can understand secrets, Monsieur.” He said, his expression and tone dead serious. “I can also understand what a person will do to keep those secrets. Now, I will leave you in peace, continue on my way and tell no one of this. But first I need to know whether you are going to attempt to kill me for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
In his mind, this wasn’t a strange thing to ask. Many people got killed for being at the wrong place at the wrong time and witnessing the wrong event. It had almost happened to him more than once, even before he had become a spy. It was entirely within the realm of possibility that it would happen again.
Rookie mistake.
Send “#1 parent” for an AU where my muse is a single parent.
could you like or reblog this if you’re okay with late replies to roleplay threads / asks / etc.?
by late, it means anywhere between 1 day to 1 year. because i know some people prefer writing and replying on the spot, but i’m also sure lots of peeps struggle with that for various reasons, and threads get dropped because their partner has long lost interest or something, which can be very discouraging. so i hope we can all be understanding here!