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Ah, see. I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed, like a nerve. It's a nightmare. [rp blog for bruce banner, aka the hulk. multi-fandom and oc-friendly. please read rules before interacting.]

[neverskydivingagain]

"Yes! That’s me." Jemma offered him a very enthusiastic smile that quickly faded when she realized he seemed to be less than enthused to see her. "I apologize if I’ve interrupted something important. I can come back some other time seeing as this actually isn’t official SHIELD business."

[greengxliath]

"It's an honor, Dr. Simmons," Bruce said politely, offering his hand in greeting. He'd heard a lot about her work through SHIELD, and her knew she was a promising biochemist in her field. "Ah ----- no, you haven't, don't worry. I... wasn't doing anything important," he said quietly, his words falling on each other. "What can I do for you?"

[greengxliath]

[ o p e n ]

[filius-rex-deactivated20200626]

——She had meant to change that back.  

                                  “M—Must have been Stark.”

[greengxliath]

"You... don't sound too sure about that."

[impossibleclxra-archived-blog]

So I know that I’ve been sort of absent the last week or so, but that’s okay because I just hit 250 and I’m super happy because now I’m going to be around a bit more and be able to do things during the week so I figure this is a good way to kick that off again. I can’t thank all of you enough for following me and listening to some of my crap when I’m in a not so good mode. I love all of you and you’re all a bunch of cuties. Okay??

The baes

greengxliath and youreapxnk: omg you’re like the first person on here because literally you can make me cry of  pain one minute on Bruce and then make me cry of happiness on Bucky the next because you’re like literal perfection when it comes to writing your characters and ilysm that’s all.  consultingsex: so actually we haven’t rped a whole lot together but you sent me the nicest message when I thought about deleting and whenever I feel down I look at the message and it makes me feel better and it doesn’t even matter how much we rp together because just looking at your blog on my dash makes it better.  xsalvare: Another person that I don’t often talk to ooc but you’re like an amazing writer and I love you to pieces. You’re a cool cat in my book, bae. LET ME LOVE YOU MORE PLEASE.

Loves from a distance

dadxskills, atlasofmagic, thirtexnth, ofdestructiion, fishxcustard, eleventhdxctor, elevenxremembers, nfortunateson, ofthestaars, cxrsedbeast, remainingtimelord, xlonelymadman, guardianofthelibrary, starxdouche, legsyes, notamailman, pxntmercy, braxiatelirving, doctorxchin, elevenisms, nooneunimportant, theraggedymadman, notxofuse, notafossil, brxnson, vertiically, hulkworthy, genxtic, palinxgenesis, valentinesxarrow, xyoungwolf, spiderxcan, onyourlxft, callmethirteen, loyalprat, madmaninatimebox, numberxtwelve, noheartknave, starsclara, spidervigilante, rxggedybowtie

Once again I can’t thank all of you enough for sticking with me through my slight inactivity but here you are and keep being perfect you guys

[greengxliath]

"Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?" { sends all the loving }

song lyrics starters ;;

"A lot more than I thought I would."

[impossibleclxra-archived-blog]

"We both know it’s true, so I would say I was being cocky."

[greengxliath]

"Cocky and confident. You're on a roll."

[greengxliath]

[ o p e n ]

"Okay, this isn't funny --------                                     ------- who changed my desktop picture to Steve without a shirt?"

[greengxliath]

[ *RISES FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL* ]

[agentclntbrtn]

"Can you hear me?"

The world comes back in bits and pieces - slivers of light that are fuzzy at best and send his heart pounding, because his vision has always been what he relies on most, second only to his hands. Colors come swirling in and make him nauseous, leaving him trying to curl over just a little. 

Pain is third: tearing its way up through his side and into his shoulder, and Clint wants no part of it. He closes his eyes against the light again, blissful for a moment in the peace that the darkness offers. 

Can you hear me? 

The words are needles, or fingernails - something that breaks through the darkness with sharp little edges and implores him to open his eyes again. All he decides is that he still wants no part of it, but he keeps his eyes open. The voice came from somewhere, and it was familiar - a man’s, but not someone he’s known a very long time. 

"Ugh." 

A dignified word; Clint struggles to shift himself into a seated position and mostly fails. Eyes open, he can see that there’s blood at his shoulder and trickling down his side, but he’s probably had worse. No, he’s definitely had worse. 

He blinks several times, and the earlier swirling colors become Bruce Banner. 

"That didn’t go as planned, did it?" 

[agentclntbrtn]

"Worrying ‘bout Clint Barton," he says, words sounding a little funny to his ears, rebounding in his own head. "That’s what we normally do, ain’t it?" Concussion? Probably. Clint can feel his head protesting inside his shaken skull as Bruce helps him to sit up. 

He’s glad it’s Bruce who’s come to find him. Bruce is a nice guy. 

"It’s gotta get tiring, right? Worrying bout the squishy human all the time." 

Blood loss might be loosening his tongue up just a bit, but not enough for him to not recognize it. He clamps down on the urge to talk, putting his tongue between his teeth. 

It doesn’t help. 

"And I’ve got you tearin’ your clothes off, too. Ngh." 

He rubs the hand not connected to his injured shoulder over his eyes, blinking several times to clear blurry vision. God, he hates blurry vision. Clint is a man that relies on his eyes more often than not, and them going blurry is never a fun experience. 

Definitely a concussion then. 

"Don’ worry," he grunts at the pressure on his shoulder. "I’ve had worse. Just ask ‘Tasha. She’s seen most’a it. Still - not fun."

He stays still, though. Clint’s fingers tap at his side, resisting the urge to push Bruce’s hand away. 

“God," he grits his teeth. "Really not fun." 

It isn’t, and Clint’s tired. The world’s starting to woosh in front of his eyes again. 

"Think I’ve got a concussion as well." 

[greengxliath]

Bruce tries to smile, but it shows as more of a mouth twitch than anything. "I'm human, too, you know," he says lightly, making sure Clint is steady as he sits up. "And I only worry about you when you get in an explosion like you just did. Otherwise, I can clearly see that you're self-capable."

He can't help but withhold a chuckle at the archer's obviously loose-lipped comments, knowing full and well that he wouldn't be so lenient in what he says if he wasn't injured. Bruce figures a concussion, mild to medium in severity - easy enough to heal. Rest was all he would suggest, and maybe a real doctor's opinion. Clint's wound, however, is in immediate danger of being contaminated by the surrounding debris and dust, and that would likely end in a nasty infection. He needs to be cleaned up properly, and in a controlled environment.

Bruce works on tying the fabric just enough to stop the wound from oozing too much blood for their travel, and grimaces every time Clint does. He hates this, hurting him - but it's necessary, and definitely not permanent. 

"Sorry," Bruce says again, finally finishing, but only half-happy with the result. The cloth is crooked, and it's dirty; it makes Bruce feel like he's just made it even easier for Clint to get an infection.

"Yes," he says thoughtfully, lifting Clint's eyelid to see his pupils, nodding once. "Definitely a concussion. We need to get you out of here. Can you walk?"

[greengxliath]

♒

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!

"Those pants make your ass look great."

[impossibleclxra-archived-blog]

   ”You were definitely thinking it.”

[greengxliath]

"You're many things, Clara -- but a mind-reader isn't one of them."

[sxsters]

          “If Ophelia trusted people I wouldn’t be so confused. She doesn’t trust people to have exact change let alone watch her little sister who, might I add, is capable of taking care of herself without a babysitter." 

[greengxliath]

          "I have no doubt you could take care of yourself, that isn't why I'm here. I'm here because I owe your sister a favor, and - well, this is what she chose. Just... try not to think of me as a... as a babysitter. I'd be a terrible babysitter, anyway," he said, smiling slightly as if you try and lighten the air around them.

[impossibleclxra-archived-blog]

❝ You see, that why I don’t let people close, you only get burned. ❞ [i can't get enough of your perfection so heRE]

Zombieland Quotes Meme

   ”That doesn’t mean I’m scared of you.” 

[impossibleclxra-archived-blog]

"You wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, Bruce. I know you wouldn’t, so I’m going to stay right here with you." 

[greengxliath]

He tried to form a sentence, one that would probably include asking Clara to leave, but he couldn't. Those words just wouldn't come. But a few others would. "I don't understand you."

[impossibleclxra-archived-blog]

      “Surprise!”

[greengxliath]

      "Clara, it's - you're... back. How - how was your... trip?"

[greengxliath]

Excuse Me

Send me an “Excuse Me” and I’ll tell you my muse’s reaction to being Interrupted while…

45. Trying to hide from other people.

Sounds could be heard, emanating from underneath the bed, of breathing and movement. After a moment, Bruce’s face emerged from beneath the bedskirt, humiliated and dreadful.

"Tony forced us to play hide and seek," he explained quietly. "He said it was a ‘team building exercise’, and that the loser cleans out the Quinjet’s toilet."

With that, the nuclear physicist shuffled back under the bed, more humiliated than ever.

[callidusxdetectus-deactivated20]

Moving back to allow him to stand from under the bed, her hand reached out to grasp his own to shake, a small smile on her features. “Don’t have to pay back, Dr.Banner-besides, I have nothing else to do” There had been a lack of cases as of recent for her, and it was causing quite a number of ruckus around the building with her and her growing boredom

[greengxliath]

"How about we do it together? That way I won't get... in trouble, and it'll be a fair trade, I guess," Bruce offered, his hands rubbing together in front of him nervously. "I really don't think this game helped the team at all, anyway," he commented, wondering briefly where the others were hidden. Probably somewhere more intelligently thought out than under a bed, he guessed.

[greengxliath]

♒ Why the heck not?

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!

"Don’t be mad, I’m sorry."

[msmarvel-ous-archive]

"He is a badass. I mean, he can kick the enemy’s ass in like a second. Most of us would be dead if it wasn’t for him."

[greengxliath]

"I won't deny he helps sometimes. It's just the whole not helping part I can't get used to. But, please -- let's not talk about it. Just don't be mad, I -- I know I shouldn't have experimented on your clothes. To be fair, they were in the laundry, and I didn't know they were yours. And I really needed them for the experiment."

[irememberpolio-blog]

"Eating someone’s leftovers doesn’t mean I can consume enough for six people all at once. And it’s not scary - what, do you think I just gorge myself on any food I can get my hands on? Anyway, I don’t know who else it could be. What if - wait… he actually does that on purpose?”

[greengxliath]

"I don't know about that. Considering how fast your metabolism is, and if you hadn't eaten in a while -- you probably could eat that much, theoretically speaking. I know your stomach couldn't hold it all, but you could -- never mind. Who, Tony? Oh, yeah. He does it every once and a while to make sure people don't forget his face, or something. He worries about it the Iron Man mask, and all."

[greengxliath]

[ I'll probably finish some drafts tomorrow, but for now, I'm gonna actually stop lurking on mobile for once wow ]

[rpprotips]

RP Pro Tip 3:

Anyone who’s used Tumblr for more than 5 minutes knows that it uses a block of lines on the left side of a text post to designate comments from different users. When these start to build up, Tumblr automatically switches to reblogging posts as links to keep the dashboard looking clean. Roleplayers know that reblogging posts as links is a no-no (or did you miss that tip?) and reblog all of their posts as text. However, this means that extensive conversation can build up.

Untrimmed posts look like this:  

Not only is it an eyesore, the text is distributed one letter per line. That means they go on forever and require a tedious amount of scrolling to bypass. How do you trim posts?

Place your cursor in front of the first letter of text on one of your previous posts, two or three posts before your current one.

Select all the text above and delete it. Some people delete everything, including the URL links. I generally try to keep the URLs properly lined up with their quoted text.

It’s easy, folks. For the sake of common courtesy, do it. Everybody has their own preference for how far back to trim posts, but depending on the length of the posts in question, 2-4 is ideal for keeping the dashboard clean.

PS: Accounts pictured are not mine. These unfortunate souls were simply not trimming their posts at the time I was writing this.

[impossibleclxra-archived-blog]

❝ You see, that why I don’t let people close, you only get burned. ❞ [i can't get enough of your perfection so heRE]

Zombieland Quotes Meme

   ”That doesn’t mean I’m scared of you.” 

[impossibleclxra-archived-blog]

"You would never hurt me, I know you wouldn’t. I will never be scared of you." 

[greengxliath]

"That's not the first time someone has said that. And that person... they got hurt. Really hurt. And I can't let that happen again."