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might come back to the rp community with a certain princess. anyone alive?

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in the process of moving blogs and editing 1k icons !

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things you said at my grave

anthony howard stark. fancy and thickly engraved in the stone, making her realize that all of this has been REAL. it wasn’t a  gruesome   nightmare. she would never see him again. she swallows hardly, allowing her body to feel the grieve. lips are parted slightly and eyes are starring at the grave. there is still something burning in her; he can’t be    d  e  a  d   .  tony can’t be GONE. why wasn’t she there ? why wasn’t shield ? questions over questions rushed through her mind, reminding how painful loss could be. val hasn’t been at the battlefield and neither was shield. no, her body was crushed beneath a building that was destroyed by one of thanos’ ships. alone and in utter pain. it was a wonder that she SURVIVED. a broken arm and bruised rips; among a few bruises all over her body. but why did    she    survive and not     him   ?   she recalled the moment in hospital, when the news were broken down to her. iron man was dead. people shuddered when the woman screamed and cried; they sedate her and left her in a numb state. she recalled storming into the office. angry and loud.  why weren’t you there ? why didn’t we help ?   why did tony had to sacrifice EVERYTHING ? and still, those questions hunt her. make her toss and turn every night. shield would never be the same to her. the world would never be the same without     tony   .   tears streamed down her face. she carefully placed a bouquet at the grave; remaining a few seconds at the ground.  a teary smile moved upon her lips. “fury is scared of me. you’d be proud.”        ⇢    ask memes. always accepting.

[empativa]

@metalsuits  

[empativa]

my mental health is all over the place, thanks to my job. my boss is an utter bitch and she keeps messing with me ( thanks god im quitting the job at the end of this month ). i also feel like changing my icons again. you probably won’t see much of me tonight. i’m exhausted™.

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[rpmemesandmusings]

Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences, randomly generated. 1-152, ranges from fluff to angst.

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[thelgbtqcommunity]

Being Bisexual

1. No, we cannot have a relationship with a man and a woman at the same time, unless they are open relationships.

2. Just because we are dating a man, doesn’t mean we stop looking at men, or vice versus.

3. Stop asking us “when we knew.” That is an intimate thing that we don’t like being asked. It may have to do with a childhood trauma, porn, or anything else embarrassing.

4. We will tell who we want to tell. If they don’t know, we don’t want them to.

5. No, we don’t all want a threesome.

6. Don’t ask if we find you attractive. No matter what our answer is, you’ll be offended. If we say yes, everything is awkward. If we say no, you don’t think you’re good looking.

7. Don’t go around telling people our sexuality:

8. We don’t want to have sex with everyone.

9. It is not a “lifestyle” or a “choice”.

10. We aren’t doing it for attention. Coming out as bi brings the wrong kind of attention.

11. Most of us don’t like one gender more than the other.

12. Bisexual is different from pansexual.

[rpmemecave]

when your rp partners start telling you about their new muses

[midsummernightmemes]

Reblog if you’re open to improvisational rp and just “winging it” with threads

Whether it’s the first interactions between the muses so the chemistry is still up in the air and it’s still unknown as to whether or not they’ll click before potential plotting, or the muses have too much minds of their own and run wild the moment you set them loose in a thread, plotting is hard and occasionally your pre-planned threads jump the track and go in totally different directions than anticipated thanks to the muses’ creative differences. Reblog this to let your rp partners know that you don’t mind simply jumping straight into in-character interactions and threads.

[bossfem-archived-deactivated201]

REBLOG THIS POST  if female ocs are just as important as male canon muses to you and you love both equally!! · ･ﾟ: *.  

[mylovewithdamon]

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#it seems I understood#whe everythind was decided

[shelleyhennigsource]

#she’s a kicker

[empativa]

PLEASE LET ME LOVE YOUR FEMALE MUSES !

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diversestimulation‌:

The doctor raised a single eyebrow at her statement. “Surviving a behemoth of a building is a critical skill in the Behavioral Analysis Unit.” He teased, giving a one-shouldered shrug. The banter came without restriction when he was in his element, “Ask for directions from any of my colleagues. Mostly, they’re courteous and won’t be too ridiculous. Let me offer a suggestion, however.”

A tilt of the head. “If you ever meet Penelope Garcia, attempt to earn her favor with a red velvet cupcake.” The glimmer in her eyes resembled his own the first time he walked upon the premises. If Spencer’s instincts were correct, this intern felt different from the rest, special. 

“Do you have questions, Johnson?”

Her hand almost reached out to nudge him in the shoulder at his teasing answer; of course she knew. But Val reminded herself that this was her first day at the BAU. It wouldn’t be appropriate to do so; how many doctor titles had he anyway ? Spencer was a living legend and she couldn’t deny that she was a fan of him. Leaving this question unanswered for now, the woman looked up to Spencer. 

“A red velvet cake, huh ? Shouldn’t be hard to find those around here.” Penelope sounded fun; she had heard a lot of her. All good things. Nevertheless the whole team was praised highly and it made Val slightly nervous to get into work.

“Please, don’t call me Johnson, that’s my mother. Just call me Val.” A thick proper, English accent were wrapped around her request and she gave him a polite smile. “What’s your recent case like; are you allowed to give me any information yet ?”