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Ok guys. So Tumblr hasn’t been allowing me on...? And somehow it just let me on but I’m low-key scared it’s gonna kick me off... So IDK. I’ll probably be more active on Skype if anyone wants my Skype. Cause IDK what’s gonna happen with my Tumblr account
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Kinda want a royalty/nobility/medieval AU thing.
Leave one in my inbox
"Did you just hit yourself?"
"You're an idiot."
"I think you're going overboard with this."
"Did you see that up there?"
"What did you say when I asked you [...]?"
"I found your keys. Here."
"It's called a sunset. Now, kiss me."
"I don't like that movie."
"Would you stop yelling at me already?"
"I'm sorry I'm late."
"Call my mom first."
"I like you only when you're not around."
"Did you hear that?"
"Why are you whispering?"
"It's made with 100% beef."
"I'm not interested, no."
"Quit looking at me."
"Do I know you?"
Send me a text that wasn't meant for my muse.
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Kinda want a royalty/nobility/medieval AU thing.
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Kinda want a royalty/nobility/medieval AU thing.
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Kinda want a royalty/nobility/medieval AU thing.
@hulkandkitties liked for a de-aged starter: Open
Jason hugged himself. He but his lower lip and forced himself not to cry. He looked up at the man with big blue eyes, a little bruise on his cheek and a split lip. “Please don’t hurt me!”
Bruce frowned softly at the kid. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He promised, pulling a first aid kit from his pocket after crouching down to the others level. “my name is Bruce, what is your name?” His voice had taken on a quiet tone meant to soothe. After all he remembered what it was like to mistrust adults.
Clint stared at him. He doesn’t like adults, and he doesn’t like strangers but… he eyed the kit. He is promising to help. “Clint,” he crossed his arms a bit protectively. “What’re ya doing?”
“I didn’t have a very good home either..” He admitted. “My father hurt me.. took a long time to trust. I just want to put some medicine on your cheek and lip.”
Clint blinked. “You’re daddy hit you too?” In that case Bruce won’t hurt him…right? Cause he knows the pain. Clint nodded hesitantly, opening himself up to the grownup. “Ok, you can medicine.”
“Unfortunately he did. It gets better though, Clint.” He said. “This may sting slightly, but only because the medicine is working, okay?” He assured, gently putting the medicine on as much as he can.
Clint nodded and bit his lip, making no sound to the stinging. He had worse. He can remain quiet. And- and Bruce is helping right? So it's ok. It's ok.
@lokiodinsonblog: Hello there, Barton. [[ooc: *waves* hi!]]
“Loki,” Clint’s eyes narrowed and he scowled, a little upturn of his lips to display his hate. Or disgust. “What the hell are you doing here?” His fists were clenched and he just wishes he had his bow and arrow. Stupid exercise- lets go jog! Great idea. Now he has no weapons, tired, and fucking fuck Loki is here.
Dammit.
“Get lost, or else!”
Loki regarded the archer with a raised brow, arms crossed over his chest. Like Barton, he was dressed for running along the paths in the park. “I’m going for a run, that’s what I’m doing,” he said coolly. “And minding my own business. You approached me.”
"You talked to me first! And, and course I approached you! You're, you know. You!" He huffed a bit and crossed his arms, his cheeks puffing out in a bit of a childish pout. "Asshole. I'm not leaving you alone."
Anyone else watching Boku No Hero Academia? Cause like I’m low key addicted right now…
Anyone else watching Boku No Hero Academia? Cause like I'm low key addicted right now...
@hulkandkitties liked for a blind Clint starter: Accepting
The world was dark. Pitch black, no light nor shape nor anything. Even the darkness was too dark, and his eyes burn and- fuck. “A-anyone?” He looked around, opening his eyes, blinking, he just wants to see dammit!
Without his eyes he’s nothing. He’s no archer or sniper or anything. He won’t be needed. He won’t wanted. The avengers are gonna kick him out and…no ones gonna want him. He’d be useless, friendless, probably homeless too.
Fuck. Dammit. “I need- I need my eyes.”
Bruce was alerted by Jarvis that something was going on with Clint. So immediately the man went to find him. “Clint…? Buddy? What’s going on? Are you alright?” That was stupid Bruce.. clearly he’s not.
Clint looked up with wide eyes. Oh yeah, he can’t see. “B-bruce?” he blinked and reached forward, trying to grab at Bruce’s shirt or arm or something. “Where are you? I can’t- I can’t see.”
Bruce grabbed Clint’s arm, to help guide him. “What happened?”
"I...I can't see. I mean," he shrugged softly and bit his lip softly. "Is blind. I don't know I-" his voice broke, "I don't- I don't know!"
Clint’s eyes were glued to the mirror. Wow, Dick looked very much nice. Shirtless Dick is good Dick, that’s for sure. He cleared his throat and nodded at what Dick asked.
“Yep! Just waiting, though your taking a while to change,” Not that he was necessarily complaining. Take all the time you want, Dick. Clint’s enjoying the view.
Eventually, he would indeed finish getting changed, picking up the bag with his suit inside as he put an arm around Hawkeye’s shoulders. Dick would walk with him into the fancy hotel, a smirk on his face as he looked over, leaving him to wait as he booked the room.
Once he did so, he would take the male up to the floor he was on. The room itself was amazing. A double bed in a separate room with the living room having a huge tv for him to watch.
“Hm… Is that all? I’ll drop by in the morning and see if everything is cool for ya.”
Clint smirked and walked beside Dick, leaning a bit into Dick’s side. He feels fancy, super fancy. He feels like he should be in more than just his hero gear. He let out a long sigh and rolled his shoulders before crossing his arms.
“This all? What the hell, this is amazing!” How is this all? This is more than anything Clint’s have. Well, Stark would beg to differ but still! “How rich are you?”
“Dick, I…uh,” he turned back to Dick and grinned a bit flirting, “Uh, thank you.”
“I’m not the one who’s rich. Let’s just say the big boss man I’m working for? It’s on his tab… But don’t worry, I’ll deal with him, most likely he’ll wonder why I booked a hotel room again.”
He would turn around and smile at the humility that Clint offered him before bowing in respect, walking over and holding his hand out for the archer to shake whenever he wanted too.
“You’re welcome bud, always a pleasure to help a tourist.”
“Bossman? So you’re working for someone,” That’s interesting. Clint thought this man was a solo act, but that sounds better. Flying solo is never a great idea, it’s dangerous and. Well, it’s lonely.
Clint grinned and walked over to Dick. He took Dick’s hand and shook it, looking up at Dick from under his eyelashes. His grin was a bit shy, a bit happy. “Tourist. Ha, tourist from another earth, dimension. Whatever. Either way, I’m happy it’s you I ran into. You’ve helped me more than I could say.”
“Well… More like working with not for. The money is great though. Albeit, he gets mad when people use it.”
A light chuckle would leave him before he bit his bottom lip gently at his thanks and the look that Clint gave him. Dick would nod and move his other hand to pat the other man’s waist in reply before pulling back slowly.
“It was my pleasure, archer dude…”
“Clint. My name is Clint Barton. Um, yeah. I know yours so you should know mine.”
Well damn. Now what could he do? He doesn’t even know. How do people do this? It’s so awkward. God.
“Well, if you wanna stay longer have at it, I ain’t kicking you out,” yeah. Play it cool. He’s cool- not really but he can pretend. He walked into the room and fell back into the bed. “Wow. This is a really nice bed. Are the sheets silk?”
Dick would smile at the blonde’s words and would even chuckle a bit before grabbing a chair and sitting down on it, turning the tv on before yawning and shrugging at Clint.
“You never slept on a silk bed before? Yeah it’s silk. We should train some time, since you’re going to be here for a bit, I can show you a couple of newt tricks before you go back to your world.”
He knew Clint was shy. Dick could tell from a mile away now. That was the perks of being the apprentice of one of the greatest, if not the greatest detective in Gotham and the world.
“How’re you feeling, Clint?”
“Like once. I’m not particularly rich. My friend is though, so sometimes I steal his nice sheets,” He shut his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of the silk on his skin. So soft, so smooth, so perfect. He’s going to need to steal these sheets.
“Training would be fun, and I can teach you some things too! Anything that has to do with marksmanship, really. Y’know on my world I’m the World’s Greatest Marksman.” And he aims to stay that way, for a while. A long while.
Clint hummed at the next question, finally sitting up on th ebed to face Dick. He shrugged. “Honestly? Pretty good. Probably more calm than I should be for just falling through an alternate dimension. I blame you, you have something calming about you.”
“Calming? That’s not what my boss would say. He’d say I’m too cocky and overconfident. Maybe a bit too uptight and forward going? Too trusting too.”
He would chuckle lightly before shrugging and looking back over at Clint who sat up. A small wink would be flashed at him before he turned on the tv to prevent the silence from showering over them both, since it was night and only the sound of air conditioning could be heard.
“So here in Gotham, there’s a crap ton of crime. I’m one of the guys that tries to make it a safer place. The news just says it all really. Crime vigilantes roaming the streets at night.”
"Well your boss probably had a stick up his ass... though trusting is true. I mean I literally fell from the sky and you trusted me. Or at least are helping me."
Clint turned back to the tv and rose an eyebrow. Oh. Oh wow. Ok well then, Gotham does have a lot of crime. That's insane. Even more than Jersey and that's saying something!
"Wow. So you're pretty important here, huh. With all this crime."
Loki ran a hand over his face and heaved a heavy sigh. “Do you know that for sure? I’m fairly certain most of the people you work with aren’t going to believe what I have to say, and I don’t exactly have anyone to vouch for me.”
“They probably won’t believe you, and they’ll probably throw you in prison. But think of the evidence, you vanished from our radar. Completely. That doesn’t just happen,” he grinned, “And if you keep telling the same story, eventually they’ll wear down and look into it.” Besides, Clint would feel better if Loki was imprisoned.
“I can’t just go back to my apartment, finish my grading for the week, and pretend that we never ran into each other?” Loki laughed, rocking back and forth on his heels. He already knew the answer, and he felt tempted to run, but what help would that do? So much for a fresh start.
Clint shrugged, “You can but you will be watched by people less friendly than me, so I’d say no,” he grinned and walked forward, holding out his hand to Loki. “Grading papers? Are you a teacher now?”
Loki laughed. “A World Mythology teacher, ironically enough.” He replied, taking a quick glance around, as if he was afraid Clint wasn’t alone. “Let’s just go…”
Clint couldn't help the little smirk that came to his face. Ironic, yes. Very much so. "Well, I bet you're one great teacher," he nodded and grabbed Loki's wrist. Just to ensure he doesn't run. "Come on," he started to walk.
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Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up. @iamwalkingitoff
“ ‘M ok…” he swears. Just a little beaten…bruised. Bleeding a little too but he’s ok. Totally ok. “Don’t need t’ worry…”
Pietro rolled his eyes, “You are not ok, you can’t even look at me.” He bent down and checked the archer over quickly, “You need help, whether you like to admit it or not.” He tore some fabric off of Clint’s battered shirt and pressed it against a bleeding wound. “Who did this to you?”
Clint groaned, well it was let a groan and more a whine. Cause aw, no. He didn't want help and hospitals suck! But his whine turned into a hiss of pain as he felt the shirt against one of his open wounds. "Ow..." he was pouting, one would say by the look on his face. "Pietro no. I just- fell off a building. M'kay?"
"Help me understand."
Deep Ass starters: Accepting
“I want to but- god you’re a kid! What do you know about killing?” Killing, the acts of taking a life, ending a life. The act of ripping a person away from earth, their friends, families.
Too see someone die, the life fade from their eyes and the blood, all the blood. Clint has killed. He has been trained to kill. He’s a sniper, killer- murderer.
“They’re just nightmares.” Haunted by the lives he took, ruined, “It’s nothing.”
Damian cuts himself off before he can even think of telling Clint what he knows about killing. He can’t, he knows he can’t, even if he wants to - he’s grown to like Clint, trust him a little. He wants to help. He wants Clint to know he can talk to him and Damian will /understand/.
He wraps his arms around his chest. “Can I help? With the nightmares?”
Clint grinned softly at the little kid. Besides his tough facade, the give no shit attitude, Damian was good. He's a good kid. Clint chuckled softly and pulled Damian into a headlock, giving him a little noogie.
"You're cute, kid. But no, I don't think so. Thanks for asking."
"So what happened, with your parents, really?"
Deep Ass Starter: Accepting
Clint froze, staring at Damian. “My parents aren’t really a children’s story,” he paused. Damian, though a child, isn’t a kid. So he took a deep breath, and crossed his arms defensively.
“They were abusive. My dad beat me nightly. It got pretty bad, actually.”
“…Oh.”
There was no way he could have known, but Damian still felt bad for asking. He’d known /something/ was up, but not what.
“I’m sorry.”
"It's fine. It made me who I am today," Dead and with a high pain tolerance. He would preferably not be deaf but...whatever. It forced his eyes to get better to compensate.
"And he's dead. So nothing to worry about."
