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its been awhile but,,,, ya girl graduated high school and im thinking about getting back into rp
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I LOVE YOU ALL TO THE MOON AND BACK! Thank you for sticking around through all of my nuttiness and a url change. I don’t think I’ve missed anyone but if I have I’m terribly sorry xoxox
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Wifey goals quite honestly. The amount of time we spend talking, about our gals, our daily lives, or random nonsense, certainly keeps my day from being boring. Thank you for the endless entertainment your friendship has provided me with. Writing with you has become so easy, and it should considering how many threads we have. Wanda and I love you and Nat xoxox
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The Steve to my Wanda <3. I adore our verse, whether we’re getting ready for Pietra to arrive or ruling the world together. Thank you for being a total sweetie. Love you bunches!
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Ash! Sometimes I forget that Jesy isn’t a canon character and that just blows my mind. Wanda and I adore the two of you. You’ve been so unbelievably kind to me no matter what and I will never be able to thank you enough for that.
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Cy the amount of aus we’ve plotted and never done anything with…. well it’s ridiculous and also the greatest thing ever. I first fell for your Bucky, then you, and then your Steve. Both of your boys are so well written and you have such good grasp on them. Also, give Steve Rogers flower crowns 2k16.
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okay yes i know that i haven’t posted replies in forever and a half but i swear i’m working on them. its gotten a lot harder because my internet is shit, my mom and i share a computer which she needs for her job and i’ve had school shit up the wazoo to stress me out even more. BUT on the bright side, i ordered a new laptop JUST FOR ME thank god and hopefully itll be here soon so i can finally start working on my stuff. please bare with me, i really do like roleplaying with everyone on here :)
“im not on haitus again, i swear” lying is a fucking sin abi.
i apologize yet again for going on an unexpected haitus and i have literally no explanation at all besides my usual my life got hectic again, which isnt a lie but its not technically a great excuse?? well maybe for the haitus but not for the no explanation. im sorry again, really. i need to get better about telling everyone, especially my partners
anywayyy ive been missing rp lately, thinking about my tiny children and my tiny children’s pals and although id love love love to get started up again right now, i need to figure out a real schedule. 30 minutes a day or 30 minutes for every homework assignment i finish or you know, something along those lines.
once i figure out a schedule ill be back i swear it!! ( maybe i shouldnt swear anymore………. ) until then, i miss everyone and i miss our threads and your beautiful characters 😊😙
daamn [ character name ] back at it again with the [ insert whatever ] should be a new meme to my inbox
i’ll only make a couple of characters and they’ll all have something important to do with each others plot!
okay yes i know that i haven't posted replies in forever and a half but i swear i’m working on them. its gotten a lot harder because my internet is shit, my mom and i share a computer which she needs for her job and i’ve had school shit up the wazoo to stress me out even more. BUT on the bright side, i ordered a new laptop JUST FOR ME thank god and hopefully itll be here soon so i can finally start working on my stuff. please bare with me, i really do like roleplaying with everyone on here :)
oh my god the Captain America facebook has no chill HAHAHA
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
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► angie ◄
“Really, now?” Angie rose an eyebrow, intrigued and suddenly extremely interested as she leant closer to scan his face for any signs of deceiving.
“of course, i was built for this - running, never tired. is right up my alley!” okay, so not entirely a lie. that IS what he was built for !! he smirked, “i am QUICKSILVER for a reason, you know. not just because i wanted a cool name.”
► meadow ◄
❝ if you wanna be able to keep yourselves in one piece, you gotta know how to throw a punch. protecting each other is one thing, but you gotta do more than just hide and hope for the best, okay? sometimes you gotta hit back. ❞ meadow says it as she begins to wrap her hands carefully. it comes out of her mouth harsh, but she means well, really. she knows what the twins had been through, and nobody deserved that.
pietro’s fingers twitched as he listened to the woman, itching to run, to speed around the room. he forced himself to stay still and listen, FOCUS. something he’d lost since the experiments. he glanced back at wanda, who seemed to be caught inside her own mind - or someone else's, more likely. he turned back to the blonde, watching as she wrapped her hands ( anything to avoid eye contact. ). he cleared his throat, knowing his voice would come out hoarse and broken, “i know how to fight.” ( do you know how many people i’ve fought for wanda ?? )
► wanda ◄
she could feel him tense up. this was a strain on him too. they were one and the same. twins. family. and she was falling apart. (monster. monsters kill people. monsters can’t control themselves. what else could she be?) she can’t put this on hydra like she usually would. this was on her. it was her fault. all her fault.
“ of course i am a monster!!“ she sobs out, pulling back to look him in the face. her eyes were puffy and red, her face tear streaked. s.h.i.e.l.d. would not be so forgiving. nor would the avengers, she was sure. she was on thin ice with them all anyway; after hydra, after ultron, after screwing around in their minds.
how could they ever forgive her for this?
pietro held her tighter as she sobbed, pulling her against him, shushing her, “wanda, please, you are not a monster, you’re forgiven, you are, i swear. me, barton, mother, father, captain, natasha,” he spewed out any name he could think of, like a FAUCET, names of anyone at all that she knew and that trusted her, “they forgive you, i swear, sister, they do. I DO. i swear.” his voice broke multiple times and he couldn’t hold in the sob. he COULD NOT take seeing his sister this distressed. she did something wrong, something that needed to be fixed. pietro didn’t know how to FIX. he could only BREAK.
pietro wanted to run, to grab his sister and run away from everything and just let her be calm and protected and SAFE. from consequences, from her own thoughts, from ANYTHING. “i love you, wanda. NOTHING, nothing you can do will ever change that.”
► son of mischief ◄
“I’d rather join Cap’s daughter.”
“don’t we all. BUT too bad, you’re with me, kid. now really, quit the complaining and get on it. even barton moves faster than you.”
► 12 minutes younger ◄
“Barton would try to get it out by any means necessary… Amputate maybe. Or maybe use his arrows.” She scoffed, thinking of the sight. Wanda pulled her hand back, fussing around and trying to remove the splinter herself.
pietro cringed, letting his sister’s hand go as he thought about the many ways barton would attempt that. “why don’t we just go find tweezers ?? would that not be easier ??” ( probably the least painful way too. ) he asked as he watched wanda struggle with the splinter.
► captain ◄
“Pietro.” The captain replied, firmer. “I’m here to help you. I need to know what’s going on.”
“i miss home, okay ?! i just miss home,” pietro said, volume increasing, but not loud enough to be a shout. he avoided the captain’s eyes and said quieter, “i told you it wasn’t important.”
He’ll Never...
There’s a spattering of dust across her cheeks, speckled in the ends of her hair. Her clothes aren’t old, but they look old. Her cheeks are hollow, eyes dark, her knuckles are scattered with half-healed cuts, each one surrounded in a mix of blood and dirt.
She’s a ghastly sight to behold, feet pushed hard into the ground even sitting there. As if she’s always reading to run.
She can hear the approaching footsteps. Her teeth grit, her feet push into the ground harder. The footsteps get closer and closer. She pretends not to notice them, but she does. The thud thud thud is too hard to ignore, her ear perk to the sound. They stop near her and the owner stands there.
“Hey, kid.”
Familiar. Too familiar. Her shoulders tense, hands curl tight as she pushes herself up off the park bench. Her feet are dragging her away. She doesn’t stop them. She left for a reason. She wasn’t going back. S.H.I.E.L.D would have to take her kicking and screaming if they wanted her back. Not even Clint Barton could convince her.
She feels the snag of fingers around her wrist. Gentle, but she snaps away from it like it burned her. She whips around, mustering up the dark glower she could. He doesn’t seem all that fazed, just lifts his hands as if to show me meant no harm.
“I’m not here to take you back. I just want to talk.”
She doesn’t want to talk. Not at all. Not about the Avengers, not about S.H.I.E.L.D or Sokovia or Hydra and definitely not about Pietro. Clint was the last person to see him alive. Pietro died saving him. It makes an ache curl inside her, slipping through the cracks in her armoured heart.
“You didn’t stay for the funeral.”
Her jaw tightens enough that anybody else would be worried about breaking a tooth. She’s not worried. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t speak. For a few moments at least. He’s staring at her, desperate. (He wants to help.) She knows this, whispered in the back of her mind.
“How could I?”
Her voice is deep, thickly accented, scratchy in her throat. Unused. She doesn’t remember the last time she’d actually spoken. She didn’t talk to the people she passed on the street. She stole to survive so it wasn’t like she talked to people behind registers. She barely registers the voice as being hers.
“He’s your broth–”
“I know exactly who he was.”
There’s a sharpness in her tone. Sharp like a scalpel. He flinches a bit, barely noticeable. (Wanda notices.) There’s a tremor in her hands. She curls them tight. It happens so often that her nail slips right back into the deep crescent crevices in her palms. She twists on her heel, ready to walk away.
“Wanda, I just want to help.”
She whips around fast. (fast. fast like him.)
“You can not help me.”
She can’t stop her mouth, her mind. It’s a volcano. Here’s the smoke.
“You what? You want to talk? To be my m-my therapist?”
Clouds of ash are rising.
“Pietro is dead. The last person I had. Is dead. He is gone and I cannot get him back. I have lost everything. Everyone. I have nobody.”
Lava. Molten and burning and clawing up her throat. It’s burning. It’s choking.
“He was my brother. My twin. What were you expecting me to do? Sit there with people I do not even know and watch him get lowered into ground that is not even home? I can not have that as my last memory of him. I will never see him again! And he’ll…h-he will…”
She’s trembling all over. Tears are pooling in her eyes, blurring her sight. Her fingers are curling from her sides, reaching for a messy old necklace around her neck. A locket. Her’s from him. Old and weak and mock silver. She can’t look at Clint anymore. She looks anywhere else. The street lamp. The wayward garbage thrown aside by those to big to bother worrying about the planet.
“He’ll never see me again…a-and he won’t see me get married.”
Her voice is choking, catching on sobs that force her way out of her throat. Tears roll down her face and she swipes at them with messy hands, leaving streaks of damp dirt on her high, hollow cheeks.
“He’ll never know my kids.”
Clint is up. Moving slow. A warm hand touches her shoulder, slowly guiding her into his arms. She claws her fingers into his arms, sobbing hopelessly. (gone gone gone.) Pietro didn’t deserve to grow up with parents and grow up too fast. He didn’t deserve the wracking nightmares Hydra wrought. He didn’t deserve to die. He didn’t deserve to never grow up.
And, somewhere, in the shattered selfish remnants of her mind, a voice whispered that Wanda didn’t deserve to grow up without him.
okay im gonna work out, shower, then do my drafts so i can queue them because i will not be on tomorrow !! i might be able to answer IMs but other than that i wont be doing anything on pietro until THURSDAY