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/ooc: This OC is from Mun's fic here, but the storyline set up in the fic will not correspond with the RP here! I'm taking this as a chance to really learn more about my character.
Hello all, I am Liliya Barnes! I'm eighteen, and I have recently reunited with my father, James Buchanan Barnes! I spent a lot of time (three years) searching for my father- my efforts were paused, though, when the Snap happened. When I returned in 2023, it took me three years to finally find him. It took a while mostly because he was constantly surrounded by press and security while serving as a Congressman.
But now, I live with the Thunderbolts! It's a nice little family. I haven't gotten to know everyone that well, but Bob showed me the Xbox! His games were fun, but I don't think I'll spend much time on them.
So far, I've learned that my father cooks very well! He also seems to be a bit close to Yelena, but I can't figure out how. We'll get there, though.
About Me:
I've seen a few other people on this site do this, so lets try it out!
DOB: unknown, sometime in 2003
Age: eighteen
Sexuality: unknown
Pronouns: she/her
Background: I was raised in the Red Room, and I escaped in 2016, at age 13. (Thanks, Natasha). A few of the older surviving Widows helped raise me, until I was Snapped two years later in 2018. When I returned in 2023, it took me three years to finally find my father.
Likes: That list of information is constantly growing! I've learned lately that I prefer baths over showers, and hot water over cold. I also like beef jerky and granola bars!
Dislikes: Liars. Bigots. Ballet.
Relationships/Mains can be found here
Ongoing/Recent threads can be found here
Rules:
NO NSFW (mostly sexual content)
Mun is demiace, and while comfortable with writing sexual content, they are NOT comfortable with interacting with others in this way. They are also 17! (almost 18, but still) Any attempt to initiate a sexual RP will result in an immediate block, no matter your age.
ALSO! Romantic interactions are okay, but as long as it has previously been discussed with Mun. They need to know your age, or AT LEAST your age range/group. This allows them to make a decision on who they want to interact with. They have every right to decline based on your age- don't expect an explanation. Thanks for understanding!
Mun isn't exactly sure of what they're doing when it comes to interaction, so I'll hand the mic over to them so they can explain the best they can!
/OOC: I'm not sure of how I should start RP'ing, so I'm gonna reach out, I guess. But don't hesitate to do the same!
To start an RP with me, I'm going to set up these guidelines:
1. Please DM privately with details on your muse, your rules, etc. Give me time to decide and to look at your blog. I'm not looking for any specific plots; instead, more of a free-flowing RP.
2. You may also jump into my asks, either anon or as your character. This is something I've seen other blogs do, so if you're anon, go ahead and put some sort of identifying emoji into your asks. This will become your "tag" and will be used to tell me who's who.
If not anon, please make sure all important info is posted/pinned on your page! Thank you!
3. I've also seen mentions of ask memes, so feel free to reach out with those as well!
Please LMK if you have any questions!
Edited guidelines for interaction, Jan 15th:
Obviously, no sexual NSFW, ask about romantic interactions.
feel free to just start rp with me on one of my open rp's.
If you don't have a pinned post with your muse, rules, lore, etc, it might be a good idea to jump into my DM's and let me know.
Last edited: 01/15/26, updated interaction guidelines
//Because I haven't made Peter suffer enough recently. Tw: major injury.
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Peter's had a rough night of patrol. Like, a really rough night. He had to handle a hostage situation on his own, and well, the criminals had guns and Peter had ended up getting caught by a couple bullets while protecting the civilians. One's in his leg and one's in his shoulder. The shoulder should be healed relatively soon, but his leg is bleeding heavily.
He starts to head home after the police come, but collapses in an alleyway before he can get to the tower, stiff and half-conscious as pain rips through his leg.
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Tags (absolutely no pressure and you don't have to be tagged to roleplay! Use any blog you want!): @april-barnes @emiliakane @potatogunkid-official @iwasmadetobeasoldier @msbrooklynstark @liliyabarnes @starrryghost @captainrogers-thepatriot @winter-solstice-soldier @unofficially-tonystark @definitely-not-ira @steve-g-rogers @the-winter-soldierr @man-of-iron @katiestark @cobaltbabybluebarnes
Liliya was walking down the street, a tote bag of groceries in hand, when she noticed a pool of blood on the concrete sidewalk. The trail gets thicker and thicker as the blood- she assumes- had started to flow faster.
So, of course, she pulls her knife out and follows the trail, tugging the bag over her shoulder. She skins her knees from how hard and fast she falls to the ground when she sees Peter, mostly unconscious, his leg bleeding heavily.
"Hey, Peter, c'mon. Stay awake, alright? You're okay." She breathes, immediately using her knife to tear a long strip of fabric from her baggy t-shirt, figuring she could always rehem it later anyway.
Hey! I think i recognise your blog, dont know where tho. I run the Bolter Starshooter blog and was gonna send an ask in character, but then read your rules. Should i dm you first with info (im more loosey goosy when it comes to rp, nothing really like planned)
Oh hi! Honestly, i wrote those rules when i first started RP like five months ago-ish. They have changed now that i've gotten used to the environment. Im just a lil too lazy to change them rn
I did a quick read of your pinned post, and nothing about it sticks out to me as a problem. So, feel free to send me an in-character ask! I don't mind at all :)
So I've been trying out photography lately! My dad took the first picture of me! I took the other two. The second picture is of the old cameras that I've gotten from people. The third is my dad!
Liliya hadn't had nightmares in a while, so she wasn't used the feeling of waking up screaming, her throat sore, and her bedsheets damp with sweat, tangled with her legs.
She's shaking as she sits up, fumbling blindly for the lamp, clicking it on. Small sobs fall from her lips as she pulls her legs to her chest, face against her knees.
She doesn't even notice her door creaking open or the footsteps on her floor- not until she feels the mattress sinking underneath someone's weight, their hand on her shoulder.
NPT: @theoneandonlyblaze @winter-solstice-soldier @buckybuck-barnes @ifucksteverogers @that-is-americas-ass1918 @your-fav-russian-assassin @johnwalker-usagent @bob-not-void @official-redguardian @avastarr-official + anyone else who wants to interact!
//So sorry for being so inactive lately! Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to it soon enough.
*Blaze was right next to her, and for the first time, seemed to look… sad. Not pity, maybe… remorse? Or… maybe he had empathy for her. Yes… he understood what it was like to be tortured by nightmares. Him and his sister haunted by the same things. He didn’t say anything, all he did was leave his hand on her shoulder, In an attempt to ground his friend. (Don’t ask how he got in… he fr probably just broke in-)*
*he nods understandably. Scooting a little closer just to let her know he was there. Sitting in silence. Waiting to see if she wanted to talk about it or not.*
She hesitates, not even knowing how to start talking about it. Blaze barely knows anything about her past. It wouldn't exactly be fair to start dumping it all on him.
So she leans her head on his shoulder, taking a few deep, shaky breaths to try and steady herself, arms still wrapped around her legs.
*He gently squeezed Liliya’s shoulder, then leans to place his head on top of hers.*
… you know… I had nightmares… bad ones… ‘bout my parents. I missed them dearly. But never showed it… eventually though… it calmed down… I still get them from time to time… but it gets better…
*He said, his voice taking a much softer tone than normal.*
Thought I'd finally get to making starters instead of just answering them!
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Peter's been at this gala for an hour, and he's been feeling like something really bad is about to happen for about half of that. That probably has something to do with the group of large, shady-looking men by the bar, two of which have been non-discreetly staring at him for the last ten minutes. Peter draws deeper into the crowd and taps someone on the shoulder. "Hey, uh, I think we have a problem."
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Tags (absolutely no pressure and you don't have to be tagged to roleplay! I'm just pulling from what I can remember of my mutuals list!): @april-barnes @captainrogers-thepatriot @emiliakane @gwen-stacy-256 @inkystarspider @iwasmadetobeasoldier @justjamesrhodes @katezarrowzz @liliyabarnes @msbrooklynstark @official-buckybarnes @potatogunkid-official @starrryghost @winter-solstice-soldier @your-fav-russian-assassin
Peter's Spidey sense is going insane, which is weird because he doesn't see a gun or anything. He forces himself to smile at the men. "Can we help you?"
Peter nods to her. "Right, no one will hear." The man says, "this is a very sensitive subject, we don't want to risk anything."
Peter nods. "Okay, then we'll come with you." When the man starts leading them, Peter leans closer to Liliya. "I think we're at the 'kick ass' portion of our night."
For once in her life, Liliya's glad she's wearing a dress. Especially glad because it's the one Lena gave her. Meaning it gives her pefect access to the holster on her leg for her knives.
Her fingers twitch, ready to grab her weapon, but wanting to wait until provoked.
Peter raises an eyebrow, trying to act naive. "I thought you wanted to speak in private." The men have started to close in a bit. Peter isn't sure how much they know about him, meaning he can't use his webs. He does see a chair in the corner, though... He's stopped enough street fights to know that those can pack a punch.
Liliya barely even reacts; she doesn't even flinch. Her shoulders tense, just slightly, but she keeps calm as she stares down at the man.
"Who do you work for? Do you know who I am?" She takes on a tone she'd never really heard from herself before- confident, dangerous. She doesn't like it. Especially because she's using her background as a threat.
"Funny. I'd ask you to remind me who just beat your asses, but we're running low on time." Liliya huffs out, not hesitating to bang his head back against the wall, knocking him out. She glances at the other guy, and he looks scared shitless.
She decides not to hurt him, instead taking their guns. "You know how to shoot, Peter?"
Liliya hadn't had nightmares in a while, so she wasn't used the feeling of waking up screaming, her throat sore, and her bedsheets damp with sweat, tangled with her legs.
She's shaking as she sits up, fumbling blindly for the lamp, clicking it on. Small sobs fall from her lips as she pulls her legs to her chest, face against her knees.
She doesn't even notice her door creaking open or the footsteps on her floor- not until she feels the mattress sinking underneath someone's weight, their hand on her shoulder.
Liliya hadn't had nightmares in a while, so she wasn't used the feeling of waking up screaming, her throat sore, and her bedsheets damp with sweat, tangled with her legs.
She's shaking as she sits up, fumbling blindly for the lamp, clicking it on. Small sobs fall from her lips as she pulls her legs to her chest, face against her knees.
She doesn't even notice her door creaking open or the footsteps on her floor- not until she feels the mattress sinking underneath someone's weight, their hand on her shoulder.
