[ RUSH ]

Charming, clever, a little bit of an ass, upstart hero Rush. Multifandom. Multiverse. Multiship. OC Superhero RP account Tracking: foolsrush

[memexauxqueen]

Adaptable / out of context angst starters.

Feel free to add to the sentences. Parts in brackets show optional additions you could make.

❝ No! ❞

❝ I can’t do this. ❞

❝ I don’t even want to look at you right now! ❞

❝ (you’re) Pathetic. ❞

❝ I hate you! ❞

❝ I’ve always hated you! ❞

❝ I can’t live like this. ❞

❝ I can’t believe you’d do this! ❞

❝ I just want to go home. ❞

❝ Who said I wanted to exist? ❞

❝ Don’t touch me! ❞

❝ Stay away! ❞

❝ Fuck (off/you/them/it)! ❞

❝ You lied to me? ❞

❝ I’m sorry. ❞

❝ I didn’t mean to upset you. ❞

❝ You can’t go back. ❞

❝ I’m not leaving (you like this). ❞

❝ I’m bleeding. ❞

❝ I’m monster. ❞

❝ I didn’t mean to! (I still love you.) ❞

❝ Don’t (touch/look at) me. ❞

❝ You disgust me. ❞

❝ Just go! ❞

❝ Who would want to be around me? ❞

❝ They’re dead… ❞

❝ You’re dying! ❞

❝ I’m fine. ❞

❝ I need to get you help! ❞

❝ It’ll (all work out/be okay). ❞

❝ I need an ambulance (right now). ❞

❝ How could you do this (to me)? ❞

❝ Don’t hurt me. ❞

❝ I wish you never existed! ❞

❝ We’re not going to make it! ❞

❝ Stop acting like we’re going to get out of this. ❞

❝ You’re so (pessimistic/optimistic). It needs to stop. ❞

❝ We can’t stop this. ❞

❝ Goodbye. ❞

[rpmissionboard]

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

Nightmares

Humanity

Guardian

Torture

Insanity

Slaughter

Order

Morality

Loyalty

Promise

Betrayal

Epiphany

Apathy

Memories

Loss

Lies

Death

Love

Plans

Pawns

revenge

Monster

Time

Waiting

Laugh

Trend

Alliance

Natural

Pretence

Urge

Impression

Critic

Accent

Stranger

Judgement

Delirious

Instinct

Damage

Illusion

End

[fools-rush-blog]

sacrificxsagna:

@fools-rush

         The life of a street rat isn’t something he’s accustomed to.          Not yet, anyways. Eventually, perhaps, he’d find the twists          and turns of living as a runaway easier. If he could only          figure out how to properly pick pocket, then maybe he’d at          least have a few bucks to his name [even if theoretical cash          would be wrongfully earned]. . The best he can do for now          is try. He isn’t confident but he’s seen some other kids nick          wallets before, and would like to think he can at least sort          of mimic their technique. The gnawing of an empty stomach          is all the push he needs to go through with it;

         He adapts a semicasual walk, hoody obscuring his face. In          a late night crowd, he’d be easier to miss; less conspicuous          even with his hood up. He waits for a moment, apprehensive.          Second thoughts scream at him, only to be batted away by          desperation. He had to believe he could pull it off.

         He fakes a bad cough, lurching into one of the warm bodies          in the crowd. One hand covers his mouth while the other dips          into the loose pockets of the man’s jacket. 

        Rhys was was rarely one to be on time. Today was no exception         as he hurried down the street, earbuds blasting some top 40 hit.         A yawn sluggishly crawled out of his throat as he turned the corner         down another crowded street. Between days of classes and nights         of patrolling sleep was becoming more of a fond memory rather         then a daily routine.

        As he shuffled along, an appendage to the amorphous blob of people,         Rhys picked out individuals, playing a game. He liked to try and         make a story around them, shes a tough as nails business woman         with a kinky dungeon at home, he’s a lizard man wearing a person suit,         ect. As he assigned tragic back stories to the victims of his gaze he         shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat...

        There was already a hand there. 

        A mess of red hair met his stare when he followed the foreign limb to         it’s source. Rhys was a bit flabbergasted. He’d never been pick         pocketed before. Should he be angry? Flattered? Maybe both?                “Uh, this pocket is spoken for.”

[defenestratin]

what the hell jury i wasn’t supposed to like you and yet here i am romancing you on my second playthrough GOD THIS WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN LUCKY OR BLACK MAGIC 

[theblue-headed]

[whitepaperquotes]

[kingxfmischief]

“for fuck’s sake…”

“Is there a problem?” Loki questioned, folding his hands behind his back and moving towards the stranger.

[fools-rush-blog]

Shit. Shit. Shit. One second your messing around with some weird ‘forbidden tech’ and suddenly your in a wormhole(???) and dropped into... where? 

Rhys nearly jumped out of his skin, twisting in an instant to face to source of the voice. So much for staying ‘low key’. Right, bud time for puns. He recognized the figure from the files at Xavier's school, the Trickster god. “Loki.” He confirmed it out loud, keeping himself on guard. Wait, did this mean he was sent to Asgard? Slugger.

[zachariahcrossland]

Zachariah felt the hand on his shoulder, moving his own hand to locate Rush’s shoulder. He could tell even if he protest, Rush was not going to leave him behind. “Alright.” He said. “If we..hah.. can get someplace safe to hide, to catch our breath and patch up this wound…ha..I’m sorry. I’m starting to feel a little dizzy. We best hurry. I can hear them coming.”

[fools-rush-blog]

Rhys let out a relived sigh, it looked like he wasn’t going to have to argue. He took a deep breath and focused on lightening the weight of the other man, just enough to easy the pain of running. Quickly he pulled Zachariahs arm over his shoulder and began to lead him away.

Shit, shit, shit. Every turn and twist lead them father away from the pursuit, his eyes flickered nervously to the pooling wound. They had to find something quickly. The patter of steps began to fade, and darkness cloaked the alleyways as his surroundings became more familiar. Finally! He glanced up at the fire escape to his small third floor apartment. Just a few flights of stairs to safety.

With a swift motion the window was pulled open and he crawled inside, motioning for Zachariah to follow. “Home sweet home.” He said with an exhausted smile before making sure they weren't followed. Feeling safe enough he closed the window and cleared up a space for the other to sit down. “Shit, I have a first aid kit somewhere hold on.”

[fools-rush-blog]

[ I just wanted to take a second to thank everyone who's followed/interacted with me so far! I know it's hard to spark conversation with an oc and I really appreciate it. Hopefully Rush will grow on you! ]

[brbsleeping7years]

“Here I go again on my own. Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known.”

[fools-rush-blog]

[ me and @thevioletavenger are watching Magic Mike xxl omf ]

[taraschmbler-blog]

three word starters

“i’ll do it.”

“please just don’t.”

“i hate you.”

“i love you.”

“you love me?”

“please stop it.”

“i can’t breathe.”

“just go away.”

“you’re an ass.”

“you’re a bitch.”

“don’t leave me!”

“don’t walk away.”

“stay with me.”

“i’m begging you…”

“for fuck’s sake…”

“clean this up!”

“please kiss me.”

“get off me!”

“you are despicable.”

“are you okay!?”

“don’t do this.”

“please shut up.”

“are you drunk?”

“don’t forget me.”

[fools-rush-blog]

From here

@zachariahcrossland

The blind man almost collapsed to his knees, his whole body was shaking. “I…I apologize. ” he managed to wheeze out, clutching his side tightly. His pale color tunic stained with a crimson color that was spreading"I’m not in any condition to run much longer. Not with this wound…you run ahead. I’ll do what I can to buy you some time.“

      Rush bit the inside of his cheek as the red spot grew more and more obvious on the other side. “Sorry buddy, no self sacrifice today.” He replied with a weary smirk tugging on his lips. There wasn’t much of a lead but he wasn’t going to just ditch him! Cautiously he placed a hand on his companions shoulder. “I’m going to lift you, is that alright? You’ll feel kind of light but don’t freak out. I’ve got you.”

[fools-rush-blog]

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[fools-rush-blog]

                                             “ Wise men say,                                                            only f o o l s 

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[fools-rush-blog]

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☢: how would my muse fare in a zombie apocalypse?

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☠: how my muse would choose to die, if it were up to them

♂: three names my muse might name their son

♀: three names my muse might name their daughter

♫: my muse's five favorite songs

☤: the last time my muse went to the hospital and why

▽: the first job my muse ever had

☃: what my muse does when it snows

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➹: what my muse would do on their 21st birthday if they had all the money in the world

☞: five things my muse is good at

☜: five things my muse sucks at

✄: what my muse would say to the mun if they had the opportunity

[boywonderiisms-archive]

The males chuckles softly to himself, reaching out and shaking the other heroes’ hand.

“First hero, huh?” He asks with a small smirk. “That’s a bit surprising.” Nightwing drops his hand back to his side. “I’ve been hearing a lot about you, wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

[fools-rush-blog]

“Well, first actual meeting. Not just a drive by. Fly by?” The last question was more to himself. The idea of his alias being tossed around made his smile pull a bit wider. “I hope I don’t disappoint, but I have to admit I wasn’t prepared for a pop quiz.”