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@capaciitor
I don't actually think anybody follows me that's been active in the last like, seven years, BUT I am only back at the behest of my friend and I am not up to date with like 80% of recent MCU stuff so I'm unfollowing everyone and sorry if that is you.
Basically this is (mostly) no longer an active roleplay blog but my friend prefers doing stuff on tumblr over discord and is holding me hostage please help
Starter | Muse: Peter Quill / Star-Lord
"...So, now that you're finally away from boring ol' Earth. There's some rules you gotta follow out here in outer space, okay??" Peter looked over at the man, both of them walking through seedy city streets on some planet way too far from Mister Big Rich Man's comfort.
"Number One: Don't look anyone in the eye, unless you mean to kill them dead." It was all bullshit, but he was just seeing if the other was going to buy into it. All fun and games for him!!
@capaciitor
He hated this. The only times he'd been in space had, quite frankly, sucked. They'd been life or death situations that had taken Tony's body (and mind) to the edge of its limits--and then some. However, all things considered, he was beginning to think that going through the wormhole was better than being stuck with blondie.
"What is it, the wild west?" He scoffed. He knew Quill was messing with him, yet there was the smallest part of him that wondered if he wasn't. It was the scared part that he hated and paid a therapist to make as small as possible. It's never gone though, is it? "Besides, you said that you're feared galaxy-wide. I'm sure you'll protect me." His expression was serious, but his tone was most definitely full of snark.
Bucky knew exactly what the other was feeling, or could imagine it so. He still couldn't believe it himself, knowing that his own mind hadn't been his own, making him do such unspeakable things. Harsh memories still plagued him, and nights were full of nightmares he couldn't ever escape. Even with the greatest of therapists, and the healing he had done in Wakanda, nothing seemed like it would ever one-hundred percent work for him.
"...I wish an apology would be enough, but I know nothing like that will. Who I took from you, and what I took from others... It's..." He paused, trying to get the words out, and not look as distraught as he felt inside. There was only the briefest hints on his face of that endless torment. "It's what I'm still trying to make amends for, if that is even possible. So, if there is anything you need to do or say to me, Stark. I mean it. Let it out on me." A wry smile on his face, acknowledging a part of himself that knew his body could handle almost everything.. but the mind?... "I can take it... Even if it wasn't really me, it still was that monster on the camera feed with my face..."
@capaciitor
Stark shook his head. "If you're looking for punishment, you're not getting it from me." It was strange to say, considering that for a long time, he'd have given Bucky exactly what he was asking for. But now? "This has caused enough pain for all of us, don't you think? This sort of thing..." He paused, trying to think of the right words (something he didn't often have trouble with). "It can consume you, your entire life. And I'm not wasting my parent's legacy chasing ghosts."
Tony took a step forward and held out his hand. "So how about it? Let's bury this where it belongs." He'd purposefully extended his left arm, and braced himself for the responding metal grip. It felt like he was sticking his hand into the jaws of a lion, but that was called facing your fears. Couldn't I have faced them fully-suited up, though?
@wiintersoldat
"... Oh, yeah. It's definitely not." He tried to just continue on as though he didn't just witness Stark literally smash that screwdriver into the counter. The tool just bouncing out of his grip there and clattering on the surface. Bucky was trying to think of what he had been told to try and do from now on, which was not run away from his problems. This was one of those moments, he felt.
"Hey... Don't be afraid to talk to me. Just tell it how it is. Tell me straight, Stark." Bucky calmly spoke, trying to find it in himself to not back down and get away from the rising tension in the area. He was making an attempt to show the other that he was there to listen, to take a hit from his bone-white knuckles. Whatever the other needed to do to get this out of his system, because he could just tell there was fear and hatred still in his eyes.
@capaciitor
He reached out for another tool, studying it in his hand (maybe it was grounding him, maybe he just wanted to throw it at the guy). His eyes only briefly flickered up towards Barnes. "What more can I say? We know the story. And you..." He forced himself to look right at the man. "You weren't there that night. Your body was, that's it. I know that."
Tony shook his head, finally setting down the--whatever the hell it was. "It's still hard, yea, looking at you and seeing the guy in the video. Though it helps that you've chopped off all that uh..." He gestured vaguely at his hair. "Boy band mess." He flashed a real-- albeit very brief--smile. That faded quickly. "Then I think about the fact that Steve, uh..." His jaw clenched and his finger tapped the countertop as if trying to break it. "Anyways, it's not you. Never really was."
@wiintersoldat
"... Yeah." Bucky agreed, and moved it a little to readjust to the feeling again. He couldn't believe that Tony Stark was actually willing to operate on his arm, and see if any upgrades were necessary. "Thanks, by the way... I know this has to be difficult for you... and if you're ever wanting me out of your hair - just tell me." He said it so seriously, but then cracked a smirk and glanced around the space.
"Though, I gotta say this sure beats anywhere I've hung around before. You have so much neat stuff in here. All way too over my head. Even this." He glanced at his arm, and really never knew the inner workings of the damn thing. Hydra had rudimentary, and cruel sensors implanted long ago in his flesh, making sure he felt every bit of damage they'd ever inflict on the arm, or whenever he'd use it on someone.
@capaciitor
"Yea, no it's fine." He said, though his eyes were on the screwdriver sitting on his workbench. He was really trying not to think about the fact that he'd just bettered the same arm that had--no, it's not the same one that killed them and it's not attached to the same person. That was what the therapist had called thought stopping...or redirecting, or something. The thing where you try to tell your mind to shut up and then think about something better. So why was he still picturing his parent's faces when they'd been---
Slam. He didn't realize he'd been gripping the screwdriver so hard his knuckles were white, or that he'd almost just broken it against the countertop. "Uh," Shit. "I'm glad you like it." He flashed a very forced smile as if that's hadn't happened at all. "Stopped myself from adding pulsar cannons...not really your thing." Yep, keep talking, definitely helping the situation.
@wiintersoldat
"... I'm..." Strange felt a tightness around his throat, and he raised a trembling hand up, golden strands of his mystical power coming out to add onto the ward around them. "It's trying it's hardest to get in here with us..." He was just grateful that this entity didn't care for the non-magical person in front of him, or this could've been worse than it was. "I need your help." Those eyes looked at him, only once before ever pleading in this way, and that was when the world was in it's most dire situation. This wasn't as extreme, but enough for him to stress it. He held out his free hand towards the other.
@capaciitor
Tony had no idea what was going on, but he knew that it was bad. Beyond bad. He couldn't even see the thing that Strange was fighting off, but he was sure he could come up with a good enough mental image to have nightmares about. Still, he was trying to keep a level head despite Strange's words sending a chill down his spine. The appeal for help was even more worrying, but at least it was something to focus on. "Yea, uh, what can I do??" He asked, seeing that hand reaching out for him. As far as Tony knew, he wasn't holding onto anything worth giving over, and so instead he offered his own hand and hoped the guy wasn't about to drain him of life essence or whatever sorcerers did.
@liigamentum
Wanda nodded to him, and then closed her eyes briefly to focus on the voices that were all around. It was like seeking out a feeling that was all around, and her crimson energy blanketed her form. "Out... Get. Out." She muttered, and opened her eyes to look at this ghostly creature that just now came into their realm of vision. It was a grotesque looking being, lacking much of a real physical form, except for its hands. Those sharp talons clacked together as it roared at Wanda. She brought her hands up and down so swiftly, using her powers to slam it to the ground and fling it away.
"Hide!" She warned Stark, before the creature came screaming back and flung out some kind of projectile. This sharp edged thing streaked right for Wanda, and nicked her on the thigh, causing her to scream. That only made the ghostly monster make some kind of awful laugh, and charge forward again. Wanda used her powers to fling the creature away, and another at its face to hopefully keep it off on them for a little while.
The attacks were enough to make it fade away and take it's time, watching those two from the distance in the dark. Red coated her leg, and Wanda glared in the darkness. "It wanted us dead... If that wasn't clear..." Her breaths were fast, heart still racing from it all. "But it is gone for now. The voices were a distraction for it to hit us."
@capaciitor
Christ, what was that thing? He felt like he was watching a trailer for The Conjuring in 3D, but movie trailers didn't usually draw blood. He heard Wanda telling him to hide, but where the hell could he go in this narrow hallway? He could only watch as Wanda drove the thing back and finally seemed to overpower it entirely.
Then everything fell silent. He stood and rushed over to her, pulling out a first aid kit (which was one of the few things on him). He wasn't even suited up, because half rotted floorboards weren't exactly going to support that extra weight, and he couldn't go firing off blasts in here anyways. He could activate small hand pulsars if he needed to, but for now he had packed like he was going ghost hunting (which apparently they were).
"Just stay still." He said, mopping up the blood with a rag. "This isn't going to turn you into one of those creatures or something, right?" He smirked up at Wanda, though there was a small part in the back of his mind that wasn't joking.
@wiitchofchaos
I don't actually think anybody follows me that's been active in the last like, seven years, BUT I am only back at the behest of my friend and I am not up to date with like 80% of recent MCU stuff so I'm unfollowing everyone and sorry if that is you.
Basically this is (mostly) no longer an active roleplay blog but my friend prefers doing stuff on tumblr over discord and is holding me hostage please help
I wanna reblog this at least once cause I changed it a bit and also I noticed I have a lot of followers. I'm SURE like 99.9% of them have been inactive as long as I have and are ghosts, but just in case, reminder that I am only here because my friend is a mean bully and is also every character you see me roleplay with because they are fucking out of control and have 700 different blogs.
[Continued from Here]
"...Okay, man... You do not need to bring that up. It's been like, what, ten years at this point, or some shit??" Clint sighed, and just rolled his eyes. "Like, c'mon... Don't you got something better to do, anyway?? Making tech, messing with your machines and data, than bothering little ol' me?" As if he had anything, as well. Except just to sit here and stare all bored at the wall, not wanting to look at the smartass with his smug smirk.
@capaciitor
Tony's brows raised high, and there was just the slightest (but definitely visible) smirk at his lips. "Woah. Alright, getting a little defensive there. Though I guess that is a thing people do when they're scared, huh." He tossed whatever mechanical part he'd been holding into the air and caught it, tossing it to the other hand, just looking oh so casual. "Don't worry, Clint. I'll protect you from the big bad ghosts. Like the one right behind you."
@mindcontrolledhawk
"... Well..." Strange just gave him a look, and shook his head slowly as his hands began to start up a spell. "Trust me, if I was pulling your leg you would've known by this point, Stark." He spread his palms outward, and magic began to form around the two of them before it dissipated in a mist.
"I put a ward around us, but who knows how long it will last. We have time enough to think... a few hours, at most." Strange knelt to one knee, feeling slightly dizzy all of a sudden, and he blinked several times with a small groan. ".... Okay... Guess something is at play here. A simple ward like that would not make me feel ill..."
@capaciitor
A ward. Okay. Wards were good. It was like an extra set of armor to keep any big scary magic things away. Even if it was a big scary magic thing itself.
"Great, that should be enough time to--"
Oh no no no no. Strange was the last thing standing between him and some mysterious invisible eyeballs, and now he wasn't standing at all. Tony knelt, his hand hovering over the man's back. "Hey, what's going on?" He cast a quick glance upwards, but there was still nothing that his mere-mortal eyes could see.
@liigamentum
Assorted RP Starters~
Villain-ish
"What's the matter, are you going to cry?" "You look so pathetic right now." "Aw, look, you're shaking like a leaf." "Try all you want, that collar won't come off." "How do you like your cage?" "Trying to escape is useless." "You’re practically squirming. Do I frighten you that much?" "All of your friends are going to die, all because of you. How does that make you feel?" "You think that you're so noble, but you're just as much the villain as I am." "Everybody's going to know your dirty little secret. You can't hide it forever." "I've met plenty of people who said they'd never break. They all talk in the end. You will too." "You've made a huge mistake, and you're going to pay for it." "How high is your pain tolerance? Let's find out." "You thought that you could defy me? Then let me put you in your place." "That pained expression on your face is so delicious." "No one can save you now. You’re mine."
Teasing/Humiliation Lite:
"Wait…are you crying?" "No way, don't tell me you're scared?" "Aw, were you worried about me?" "I hear you missed me." "You're totally embarrassed, your face is all red!" "You know your big crush on [name] is so obvious." "I heard you talking in your sleep. You were saying [my name/other name]." "You were staring at [name] the whole time with that stupid dreamy look on your face." "I thought you said you weren’t scared?"
Spooky:
"I can hear things walking around upstairs. Is somebody up there?" "What's the matter, you look pale?" "I just saw a shadow go by!" "I thought that this place was abandoned?" "We're going to have to go down into the basement." "Why did all the lights go off??" "I think that we're lost, and it's staring to get dark out…What should we do?" "You heard that, right? Sounds like somebody's dying." "Come on, let's just try it, what's the worst that could happen? The oujia board is just a toy, after all." "There are tons of rumors about that place…let's check it out!" "There's something behind you…" "Were you in my room last night? I saw somebody sitting at the edge of the bed."
Angst:
"I don't even want to look at you right now." "Did you really think that you could just forget about it, like nothing ever happened? "Was it another nightmare?" "I know you hate me, so just say it already." "You think I'm a monster, don't you?" "Why can't you just open up?" "So you've been lying to me the whole time!" "Alright, maybe I'm jealous. So what?" "I've tried to get along with you, but you really make it impossible." "Just let it go already!" "It was my fault, and whatever you say won't change that." "You let this happen, and for what? Was it worth it?" "That act may fool the others, but I don't trust you at all." "You really think you're something special. God, you're so full of yourself." "How long can you keep lying to yourself?" "I really am a monster, don't lie to me!" "You’re weak. You always were." "You know that this is all your fault."
liigamentum asked: [from Doctor Strange] “Wherever I look I keep seeing these eyes staring back at me…”
"Okay, could you not?" He looked over at Strange with pure exasperation. Not that anybody could see it behind his mask, but if you didn't hear it you could definitely feel it. "You--are you just messing with me?" He looked around, and then back at Strange, maybe hoping that the man's somber expression would give way to a mischievous smirk. It didn't.
@liigamentum
wiitchofchaos asked: “Did you not hear that?! They’re whispering your name!”
Oh, he heard it alright. A million voices hissing in unison from all angles, like some demented surround sound experience. "Yea, uh, mind finding out what they want?" He swallowed hard and readied his repulsors, though it was hard to aim at nothing. "And maybe what they are?"
@wiitchofchaos
wiintersoldat asked: “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
"Yea?" He couldn't manage much more than that for a moment. Tony's face was pale, and he hadn't even realized how fast his heart was beating until now. "Well, guess I'm just out of shape." He muttered, not sure what that even meant, but if he wasn't talking he was thinking and his thoughts weren't in the best place right now.
One thought, however, kept coming to the surface. Why the hell had he agreed to this little tech-testing session with Barnes? "Maybe we should take a break. That arm seems to be holding up well enough for a prototype."
@wiintersoldat
fuckyeahtonystark:
I’m from a small town called Gulmira. It’s actually a nice place.
wiintersoldat:
Bucky felt those cold words echoing in the back of his mind, ears already ringing as he recalled the very moment that Stark was mentioning here. It was cut off and distracted with something else, putting blame where it’s needed, and deserved. But the soldier knew. This had his hands tightening into fists, even the one in his pocket was balled up. There was nothing worse than knowing he couldn’t stop himself from doing what he did on that night. To live with that, and to finally be in the presence of their son had him on edge almost all the time. Nods slowly, and this was where he should have just upped and left the office, turned to go back to his room, anything to get away from the anger he was sensing here. It was a hostile environment, and of course he couldn’t steer himself away from it ever. Stands perfectly still, just waiting for the other to explode on him, but he does what he could only do now; accept it. Shrugs a shoulder, and just stares away with pain in his eyes.   “Oh, right! I’m on the team, okay!… Yeah, a team where the leader is just some scared prince of trinkets, who wraps himself in a machine for safety. If you’re so uncomfortable with me, Stark. That’s all you need to say. Hell, you can even hit me, if it makes you feel any better in that palace of yours.” Steve’s gonna kill me. | @capaciitor​ |
There it is. Tony almost wondered if--no, he knew that he had wanted this from the start. He was so sick of tiptoeing around Barnes’ feelings, and it didn’t help to dig and dig at him, only to get those lost puppy dog eyes. To feel bad, and still keep digging both of them further into some pit of self-depreciation and unresolved feelings. Now they could say what they wanted to say...okay so it wasn’t the most mature way to get here, but he wasn’t Cap (and that’s part of the problem, isn’t it).
   “Alright, alright fair enough.”Â
His finger tapped at the wood of the desk as if trying to break through it. If this was what he wanted, why was it still so damn hard? He had abandoned most of his ego back in that wormhole (what had been left after Obidiah, anyways). Not all of it, but the chunk of pride that had blinded him from the consequences of his actions. He felt as though he knew his place these days, and if that was the one certainty in a world of aliens and gods, he’d take it. So why was his pride getting in the way now? Because it’s him.
“Yea, I guess I am just scared. We fought Loki and the Chitauri, and then I remember that there are things on Earth just as evil. HYDRA...” He shook his head, changing direction. “What do you want me to do? I just can’t forget it. What I saw that day haunts me every damn night, and I look at you and see it again. I don’t want to think about it, but here it is, on my team, in my ear piece. What do I do with that?”
[ @wiintersoldat ]
doctcrstrange:
Turns to him finally, and gets a very long look at what he was dealing with here. Already, he knew the sort and that aggravated him quite a lot to see someone so similar to himself. But we’re not. His goatee isn’t as clean as mine. I can tell. As he was getting a little worked up from his thoughts alone, Strange turned his gaze away and looked at the item that held Stark’s interest. Before taking a breath and just sharply staring him down again, his patience running thin.   “…Are you quite done fooling around? What is it that you want, Stark. Please, don’t tell me it’s more monsters. I’d rather not have to deal with sending them orbiting in space, as it is an annoying setup.” | @capaciitor​ |
“You know, they said you were a real humanitarian and I can see it clear as day.” A sigh seemed to turn his tone somber or the moment. “I need to establish protocol, Strange. As a doctor I’m sure you can appreciate that. We answer to bigger people, and if I’m enlisting you to help us, I’m essentially...contracting you.”
Tony hated it, he hated saying it, and most of all he hated seeing the light go out of people’s eyes or the suspicion enter them. Yea yea, the big bad government has us by the throat...did no one trust Tony to do the right thing anymore? But that was exactly why he had to keep trying, making these other would-be heroes see that there were ways to work with the system, ways that could help humanity. And that included Mr. Grumpy Cape.
“We just need to go over some regulations, damage control, blablabla. Unless you’re too busy with, uh...” He vaguely motioned to the item he’d mentioned earlier, wagging his eyebrows at the man.
[ @doctcrstrange ]
