nothin' keepin' me down

'Ey! Call me Chuck. No, not Chuckie or Charles or any'a dat crap, just Chuck. I'm a Scout for RED. ~Multi-ship & multi-verse~ [[RP blog for RED Scout OC. Please read the basic dossier page if nothing else. Feel free to go into my ask or, heck, even pull out an old open or ask box meme (assuming you tell me which one it is) to talk to me, if I'm following you or not!!]] [[Icon is from paintiisms sidebar by spirt-scribbles]]

[cantclipthesewings]

i want.... to kiss a medic

maybe i should make chuck a new blog instead of trying to revamp this one

[cantclipthesewings]

"La police, ne t'a pas encore trouvé? Que je n'pas-- Wait. Who the fuck are you?" - bonhommebro

“Sorry, I don’t speak French. Except for, like, bone-jour, moan amy.  Jay m’apple Chuck. Como estars?” He grinned, proud of his French skills. “I’m a Scout!!”

[cantclipthesewings]

"I'm fairly sure lying in on the ground is a good way to get your self trampled, habibi,"

“It’s also a good way to express to the world how BORED I AM.” He bounced his prosthetics on the ground in frustration, huffing.

[fairy-tail-babes]

Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

[dragonagescenarios]

Please submit a Dragon Age character name with a couple letters~

- R.

[hancock4prez]

Oh my god yes please do this yes

[merciless-soldier]

FRIENDLY REMINDER; THIS IS A RP BLOG.

[cutiedavidhenrie]

I hereby give you permission to

Comment on any ic or ooc posts.

Demand that we roleplay together

Plot lots of beautiful things with me

Send me shit in my submit/ask box

ROLE PLAY WITH ME!

[squidmanalamort]

A slight hint of a smile curls up on his lips as he returns the prostetic and extends a hand to the boy, to shake. Definitley a certain charm to this one… though he guessed that getting your limbs torn off does humble you quite a bit.

“No need… to bring up… past traumas… when not need. Can… call me Prawn… by the way.”

[cantclipthesewings]

“I like the way you think, Prawn.” He grinned again, taking his leg in one hand and Prawn’s offered handshake in the other. “You’re a lot cooler than a lotta the spies around here, you know.” Turning away, he reattached his leg, stretching it out in front of him. “Most of ‘em think I’m annoying. I mean, I guess I’m a little annoying, but hey, who ain’t?”

[squidmanalamort]

Part of him curled up internally when he caught his bad wording, expecting an onslaught of tasteless dirty jokes and thoughtless suggestions to come from it. This was a scout after all and typically… Oh, he actually. Answered his question. And handed him his own leg. So they werent going there after all. That was… nice, he guessed? Another part of him was tempted to see how much he could actually flirt with this guy before something clicked in his head, but he had been gracious enough to not needle him yet so it was better of him if he did not.

He inspected the part that he was shown, running his fingers over it from the plastic ‘cup’ the leg sat in to any velcro or cushioning that fastened it on to any bolts that may or may not be part of it. He also looked to the other end of the leg, holding it upside down with one hand. “Could… make for… decent weapon… in a pinch.”

[cantclipthesewings]

“Heh. I guess it could. Though balancin’ on one leg to use it would be kinda hard.” He idly rubbed at the part of his leg that was usually in the prosthetic as he spoke. “Doc says when I should be wearin’ socks or some kinda padding or whatever, but I guess I forgot ‘em again.”

Chuck paused, then looked up at the Spy. “I’m Chuck, by the way! I don’t think I ever introduced myself. Most people’s first question is how I lost ‘em, so I gotta say, I like the questions you ask a lot better, haha!”

[squidmanalamort]

He caught the others ‘toe’ in the stretch before the prostetic was brought down, analyzing it the way a cat does a foreign object. “They… sure look bouncy… like… legs of cat… or maybe springs?” He let it ‘flex’ a little for emphasis, though he was pretty sure the scout already knew what they were like so that was extra pointless on him. “Did… uh… engineer make? Or medic? Can you… feel inside?”

[cantclipthesewings]

Chuck flushed a little under the scrutiny, and idly hoped the Spy didn’t notice. No one had ever really... taken that much of an interest in his legs before. It was weird, but not bad-weird, just... weird. “Heh. Actually I got ‘em from the hospital. Like the normal hospital without crazy quacks in it. Though Engie made me a nice pair, I like to use those for practice so they don’t get all scungy in battle, y’know?”

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Well, not, like. Inside ‘em. If somebody steps on ‘em it don’t hurt. But I can feel the ground when I’m runnin’. Like, the shock through the plastic or somethin’. And where they connect to my legs is super sensitive.” In way of explanation, he unhooked the leg that the Spy had in hand, pulling his leg from it and passing the device on to be inspected. “This part.”

[squidmanalamort]

When he looked at the others legs he was definitley expecting shitty cleats but… ah. Oh. Okay. There weren’t that many amputees he had come across since the world wars, but even so it was certainly not apropriate to look at those strange plastic… what would he call them. Bands? Legs? Pogos? Gah- he was already staring; me may as well address it instead of gawking like an idiot.

“Leg?” He shook himself out from his fixation. “Sorry. Not see… that sort of… prosthetic before…”

[cantclipthesewings]

He gave a loud laugh at that. “No problem, man, most people just stare awkwardly. I’d rather ya ask!” He then kicked one up high enough and stretching his arm down to hold it by the toe in a weird stretch. “They’re runners! Like, runnin’ prosthetics. They bounce back a little better and don’t, uh, feel all awkward and stiff or fall off while you’re runnin’. I have some regular ones, but, eh....” Shrugging, he dropped the stretch. 

[squidmanalamort]

A twitch of his eye for every clack of his cleats against the floor. “How delightful. What you have… when away? Laryngitis?” He turned to stare at the boy that sat next to him, easing up a minute ammount. “… wait. Reverse that. Have we met?”

[cantclipthesewings]

“Iunno. Somethin’ in my lungs. They said I wasn’t gettin’ better, ‘cause I wouldn’t stay in bed, so it musta been somethin’ that gets worse when you run.” He shrugged, kicking his legs. Each time they hit the floor they clacked quietly--like plastic on the floor. Upon closer inspection, where his shorts ended, there were knees, then the rest of his legs were... plastic sticks.

Chuck blinked at him for a moment, still with a crooked smile on his face. “Uh, nope! Don’t think so!”

[lil-miss-romano]

"'Ey! I, uhh, lost my teddy bear--can I sleep with you tonight?" Chuck grinned crookedly, aiming fingerguns towards Bella. "Eh? Eeeeeh?"

“Oh…well…I guess you could sleep in my room…”

“But no funny business.”

[cantclipthesewings]

“It was a pick-up line, babe. Like, uh…” Chuck hesitated, thinking. “Oh! Did it hurt, y’know, when ya fell from heaven?” He shot fingerguns again, grin coming back.

[lil-miss-romano]

Bella shook her head. “No. But I’m fairly certain it WOULD hurt, falling from such a height.”

[cantclipthesewings]

“I mean, like. You’re an angel. ‘Cause you’re real cute.” He scratched the back of his neck with a huff. “Usually girls roll their eyes when I say those, an’ then walk off. Or slap me, dependin’ on which line I use..."

[lil-miss-romano]

"'Ey! I, uhh, lost my teddy bear--can I sleep with you tonight?" Chuck grinned crookedly, aiming fingerguns towards Bella. "Eh? Eeeeeh?"

“Oh…well…I guess you could sleep in my room…”

“But no funny business.”

[cantclipthesewings]

“It was a pick-up line, babe. Like, uh...” Chuck hesitated, thinking. “Oh! Did it hurt, y’know, when ya fell from heaven?” He shot fingerguns again, grin coming back.

[squidmanalamort]

“Well. It sure… was quieter.” He deadpanned at the others entry, continuing to leaf through his recipe magazine. “Welcome back.”

[cantclipthesewings]

“Awwh, I knew ya missed me!” Chuck jogged cheerfully over to flop on the couch next to the Spy, feet clacking the whole way. “Don’ worry, I’m back to fill up all the borin’ silence an’ shit."

[cantclipthesewings]

“All RIGHT. Guess who’s BACK?” There was a pause as Chuck looked around the room with a grin, hands on his hips. This was the fourth room on the base he’d tried. “It’s, uh, it’s me. Ya Scout. Anybody even notice I was gone?”

[cantclipthesewings]

im fixing this blog’s theme btw

that’s what i’m doing. then i will put an effort towards being a functional rp blog again

[originalhoov-blog]

Ooc: soooo How about that shipping ?

i literally havent been on any of my rp blogs in well o ver a month but i came on just to say yes

if you want 2 ship w any of my rp blogs…….. pls tell me. i probably also want to ship it

rather if you want to rp with any of my characters at all maybe shoot me a message on my main @handsomejackrussell because I’m gonna be purging them fairly soon. theres too many. so if you want to talk to one let me know before it gets thrown in with the purged

[cantclipthesewings]

"I can spot you, if you want."

“Sure, man! Then you can see the stupid awesome amount of weight I can lift!” Chuck grinned, plopping down on the weight bench. “You’re gonna, like, swoon off your feet when you see all’a this. So watch yourself, yeah?”

[xceanicheadshxt-deactivated2016]

She counted the measurements as he added them. It seemed like something he could lift, and she could spot with ease. And then more rings were added. That damn scout was gonna kill himself like this. “Hey look, I don’t mean ta tell ya what ya can bench, but I don’t want ya ta get hurt, m'kay?” Her accent rolled off her tongue, one eyebrow cocked in worry and confusion.

[cantclipthesewings]

“Don’t worry, babe, I got this!!” He gave her a bright grin, flexing his arms as if it was proof. He patted some of the nearby weightlifting chalk on his hands before clapping and rubbing them together, laying back and wrapping his hands around the bar.

He took a few deep breaths before lifting it off the supports, lowering it to his chest without letting it squish him. He panted a bit before starting to push it back upwards, or... trying to, anyway. It moved upwards about an inch before he stalled, arms burning. Shit. This isn’t sexy and impressive. He huffed and tried again with renewed vigor, but... not much more success. And some pain in his shoulder. Shit. He shot her a smile to try and play it cool, but the slight leftward pitch of the weights undermined his apparent confidence.