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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Stranger Things
#extradirty
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@cryokept-blog
two word starters
“ don’t stop ”
“ please don’t ”
“ don’t shoot ”
“ give it ”
“ shut up ”
“ damn it! ”
“ stop it! ”
“ you’re crazy ”
“ that’s insane ”
“ get out! ”
“ don’t leave ”
“ i’m tired ”
“ that’s bad ”
“ be honest ”
“ be careful ”
“ be nice ”
“ you’re wrong ”
“ go home ”
“ watch it ”
“ fuck me ”
“ kiss me ”
“ we can’t… ”
“ we shouldn’t… ”
“ you’re perfect ”
“ that’s awful ”
Tell my muse "You're not a monster" and see how they react.
Alternately: Tell them “You’re a monster” and see how they react.
PLOTS I WANT: ◾ valerie ( and possibly even the other sleepers ) having been “rescued”, or actually liberated would be a better term probably, by shield. it’s touch and go what could happen after that. ◾ instead of being in cryo the whole time, hydra placed val into shield at some point, most likely with rumlow as her handler; she could have been a field or undercover agent, or even on the strike team with the other hydra agents. ◾ “redemption” arc; val wanting to be good, to be a hero of a story instead of the villain or the anti-hero. ◾ mercenary val working for shield; it’s a trial run, a second chance to discover if she’s worth saving/fighting for or if she’s too dangerous and should be eliminated. ◾ valerie knowing natasha and vise versa. tbh they could have been in the red room together, or one could have trained the other; depending on mcu vs. comics, val is either older or younger than nat. i’m game regardless. ◾ OTHER SLEEPER AGENTS FROM TWS PROJECT! ◾ someone “activating” val via her code sequence, and being talked down from it, or beaten down; angst-filled aftermath, I’m here for it.
RELATIONSHIPS I WANT: ◾ platonic or romantic partner that helps valerie realize not everyone wants to manipulate/use her ◾ platonic "familial” relationships!!! ◾ someone, platonic or romantic, to teach her the world isn’t all spycraft, wars, gunfire and obedience, that there’s a lot of beauty to behold if one just knows how to see it. ◾ platonic or romantic partner that knows her inside and out, all her secrets and all of her past, but they love her anyway; which would both baffle and amaze val beyond belief. ◾ romantic relationship that is val’s first real love; it would scare the hell out of her because she’s mid-twenties and never was in a real relationship, let alone in love, before.
third time i’ve come across a dragonite by my house and third time it’s ran away before i could catch it. ANYWAY. i’m here, and hopefully going to possibly be productive? maybe. it’s a toss up because my neck is killing me.
the pain came first as though my veins were full of fire, white hot and searing red underneath my skin. I’d wished for comforting memories, but they were few and far between, in places my mind no longer had the ability to reach. eventually it passed; the fire withered and something new left in the wake. with testing came experiments, such as if we operated better as blank slates, wiped clean and primed for obedience and compliance, the memories burned right out of us. I couldn’t remember much of anything, people or places, though somehow feelings survived. the people I trusted betrayed me. and in the end I betrayed them too. the last words I remember? PUT HER ON ICE.
the little place in detroit wasn’t much, not by any means. the water ran cold, only half the outlets actually worked, the neighbors were loud beyond belief, and apparently it was easy to break into. a single strand of hair was curled ever so slightly on the ground just outside the door; a poor man’s ( or woman’s ) security system. while it wasn’t in a particularly bad part of the city, though not too great either, valerie doubted anyone would have actually broken in to try and rob her, not when there was a much more expensive apartment complex within a walking distance of five minutes. oddly enough she quietly, and briefly, wished that she had been robbed... the alternatives weren’t particularly scenarios she wanted to play out. there was an unsung beauty in it, of having the choice. the scales tipped, weights comprised of pro’s and con’s placed upon each side. it would have been easy to turn around, to disappear towards a horizon without so much as a second glance———like dissipating smoke, gone throughout the wind. on the other hand... the curiosity of it was troubling. the question of WHO would always be there, the paranoia alone would surely drive her crazy.
her shirt lifted, a handgun pulled discretely from the waistband. valerie was half expecting to find all of her things ( albeit, not much ) scattered and strewn about the space, but it wasn’t. everything was still in place, just as she’d left it. involvement on hydra’s behalf was ruled out; they’d have left a mess behind, along with a swarm of men... more than just the one person, whose silhouette was finally in view. on the off chance that her presence wasn’t completely known valerie tossed her key on the table, the gun still in hand and ready to fire. ❛ care to tell me who you are——and why you’re in my home? ❜
@sworeanoath
nostalgia kept away from her; slender fingers wrapped around the brass knob of the front door, twisting and pushing it in. the air was still and silent... just breathing it in left a stale taste in the very back of her throat. a layer of dust had settled over almost everything since the last she’d seen, perhaps a month ago; nothing had changed. one should hold much more emotion upon stepping through the threshold of their childhood home, but valerie felt nothing. the only reason she knew ( without doubt ) was through an aged journal once penned by her father, something that had come to her after an insensate need to discover her past—————in the end it did nothing. there had been no miraculous moment where memories long lost returned. that hole inside of her was empty, the chasm that contained her childhood was too far gone to repair, and would remain so until she drew that last breath. finally, valerie closed the door behind them both. the bag she’d been carrying landed on the wood floor with a dull thud, her boots following suit.
❛ we’ll be safe here for a little while. anyone who knew about this place is dead. ❜ a few of them at her own hands, revenge that didn’t satisfy her as she’d thought it would. hydra was spectacular about keeping secrets, even from themselves; what was known of her was the bare minimum. whatever information they had would never bring them all the way————long ago they’d created a ghost, a dead girl that still walked the earth as flesh and bone, and they’d given her the means to remain as such. a vague gesture was made in each general direction, haphazard glances to doors left ajar. still nothing. ❛ kitchen, bathroom is that way. you can pick which bedroom you want——make yourself at home. ❜
@alleyspat
Super detailed questions about your OCs
1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? 2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? 3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? 6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? 7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? 11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? 12. What is their favourite food? 13. What is their least favourite food? 14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? 15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? 16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else 19. What’s their least favourite genres? 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? 23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? 24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? 26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? 28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? 29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? 31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? 34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? 35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? 37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? 38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? 39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? 41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? 42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition? 43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? 44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves? 47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? 48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? 50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?
new theme is up! ( but still not completely done ). MUTUALS, LIKE FOR A STARTER & COMMENT TO PLOT!!! starters will vary in length, and they’ll be completely random whatever-pops-in-my-head kinda deal. plotting, I’ll message you, or you can message me, and we’ll actually plot something out before I do a starter. plotting first generally gives me a ton more muse for things, as well as letting me get a better sense of your character.
Send me "&" for my muse's reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
II. HEADCANON.
after being free from her cryogenic prison ( and just generally learning how to truly care for herself; because it’s the first time she’s ever really been free, out from under someone’s control ) val becomes a mercenary. of sorts. eventually.
given that she’s been controlled, one way or another, for as long as she can remember, val does take the time to learn more about herself and about the new world around her. for a while her “home” consists of motel after motel, sometimes a nice spot a ways off the road even under the stars; she’s a bit of a wanderer, though she wanders with a purpose. val thinks of it as reconnaissance, learning better how to blend in with society... that and she doesn’t have a place where she belongs, no ties that bind her in one singular place. there isn’t much to her name, not at all, and what she does have is stolen... though only from those that she viewed as “bad”; her own system of morals, free of influencing, developed further as more time passed. the nice and new motorcycle———stolen from a man she saw walking out of a bar assaulting a woman ( of course, she broke his arm and a few ribs too ). two guns and more than enough ammunition———she actually witnessed an armed robbery and took out the two men... and stole their weapons and all the ammo they had on them ( and then some... after she broke into their getaway car for it ). her favorite backpack is probably the only thing she didn’t steal, but actually just found it in the lost and found of a 24-hour diner, along with a disposable camera, a bunch of pens and pencils, and an old ipod touch with only one working earbud and a bunch of music she’s never heard.
val is a creature of survival. she does what’s necessary to survive, and considering money is practically necessary logic dictated that she had to pick up a job. her skills aren’t conventional, and while she did wait tables for about two months, a normal job was not going to cut it. it was pure chance that she made “friends” with a retired war dog at the range. mason greenaway was the owner of the range, and well he never saw one person come through that could hit the dead center of a target long-range on even their best day; it was quite a shock when val came through and did it twice in a row from 800 yards away. turns out mason was an army man turned private paramilitary contractor. he didn’t really see her as much else than a girl with incredible skill who was a bit lost in life. mason took her under his wing, in a sense; he gave her a place to live for a while, even had her help at the range for a few weeks; during that time, he made a few calls, got her a few gigs lined up should she want them. it was the closest thing she’s had to a real father figure, and still is; even after her reputation grew and she was able to line up her own jobs, every once in a while she sends little odds and ends from her travels to that run down cabin in south dakota for the “crazy old man” that calls it home.
stories left on our skin wear them with everything what didn’t kill us made us stronger
Send "🙋" + any headcannons you want to know about my muse.
'I want the K' (◡‿◡✿)
eyes fell closed at the cold relief against the inflamed heat of her cheek; normally she tended to her own wounds, like a wounded wolf she retreated to seclusion to lick them alone. the kindness was an unfamiliar one, though despite it’s strangeness the gesture was appreciated. she was a gun for hire and the payment offered revenge, a currency that truly had no definable worth, and one she could not refuse. the concept of it was not something that could be obtained, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t make her feel better; the past she lived through was one that warranted such a thing. it was unclear, if he was using her to achieve his own end or if she was using him; regardless, it was never something she spent much time dwelling on. the alliance ( or business deal ) remained intact, as her identity was still information privy to only a select few individuals.
cut off one head and three more take it’s place… valerie was prepared to end them all, even if it consumed her alive. even though closed eyes she could see him move to stand and walk away; she saw in discernible shadows, able to reach forward and curl her hand around his wrist before her eyes had even opened. ❛ thank you, ❜ words whispered low through freshly chilled lips. relationships of any kind were always confusing for her. the lines were always blurred———friend or foe, ally or enemy———she could never tell. connections of the heart were a luxury she was never permitted to have, conditioned to know such a thing was a weakness, a vulnerability that was too easily exploited. luckily, valerie never let her heart think for her, if she even had one at all anymore.
it wasn’t her heart that moved her forward, closing the generous space between them, nor did it dictate the decision to press her lips to his. it’s different, in the way that those she’s kissed before were only targets, seduction just a means to an inevitable end. the ice, which had been held in hand, was dropped behind her as to allow her fingertips to then coil around the fabric of his shirt, portraying a hunger that was mirrored with the fervor of her kiss.
I WANT THE K ; accepting
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number
1: Hot, Steamy kiss
2: Cheek Kiss
3: Nose Kiss
4: Forehead Kiss
5: Firm Kiss
6: Gentle Peck
7: Romantic Kiss
8: Eyelid Kiss
9: Jawline Kiss
10: Neck Kiss
11: Collarbone Kiss
12: Chest Kiss
13: Stomach Kiss
14: Kiss Along the Hips
15: Kiss in the Rain
16: Upside-Down Kiss
17: Goofy Kiss
18: Underwater Kiss
19: Forceful Kiss
20: Any of the Above
21: Then there’s tongue
