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maelstrom-muse:

Nosewise let out a clear, high-pitched bark at the command, his eyes not leaving the treat in Blake hand’s as he did so. When the second command came, Nosewise shifted himself so that he was laying on his side entirely, head pressed against the gravel ground. His eyes were still on Blake as he let out a few small, pitiful whines, to really sell it.

“Good boy, Nosewise!” Ada couldn’t help the squeal of encouragement that left her lips as Nosewise got up from the ground, and inched closer to Blake’s hand. Ever a well-behaved dog, he did not try to get too close to the treat - only sniffed the air in its proximity expectantly.

The male was buzzing with anticipation. Boy, was he ready to see this dog do some tricks. He couldn’t help himself from smiling as the dog put its utmost effort into playing dead; a feat that-... really does sound odd out of context.

“A good boy is right!” Blake would say as he relaxed his posture, leaning down toward the dog. “Awh, come here you..” He’d say, extending his arm with the treat in hand. “You deserve this, Nosewise. You worked hard for it, that’s for sure..” Blake would say as he let out a soft laugh before glancing to the woman beside him, giving her a soft smile.

And yet for some reason, he didn’t feel like looking away...

maelstrom-muse:

“No, no, it’s… uh…” Polarity removed the gloved hand from her mouth and attempted to steel herself against any more outburst. “It’s good - it’s, yeah. Good. Brings out your eyes.” A few quick, not-quite-reassuring nods followed her statement.

“Oh, I’m well aware,” she went on, a confident smile on her face. The exact nature of the photoshoot wasn’t known to Polarity; she was told it would be some tropical themed one to promote a beauty cosmetic, but stopped listening after she saw the draft designs for her costume. A two-piece swimsuit with a matching cover-up, modest yet tasteful, and in the same color schemes and motifs as her suit. It was gorgeous, and she couldn’t wait for the day the campaign got released. “They, uh, put some more thought into mine, though.”

Brown eyes glanced to the time on her phone screen. She had gotten here early on purpose - more time in hair and makeup meant more time to look perfect - and hadn’t seen another soul until Hughie emerged from the dressing room. Not even the beauty team had arrived yet. “You are incredibly early - you know that, right? Nobody ever usually beats me to these things.”

A discouraged set of nods, followed by a snarky “Brings out my eyes, right..” would be the first sign of his distaste for her attitude. He’d listen to her, a brow raised above the other as he would cross his arms. Not only did she make fun of his outfit in the most roundabout way, but she continued to drill into his head that her outfit was better. That she was above him in this situation. “Wonderful. No, yeah, that’s great for you..” Hughie sighed before catching his own tongue.

‘Need something eye-catching to distract people from the neck up..’ He thought to himself, and god did he want to say it out loud. But he was far too much of a wuss to say it. Campbell would shrug as he looked at her, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “I like being early. Just.. a habit I get from my dad, I guess.”

To > ???: OH

To > Hughie 😵‍💫: I thought your name was something else lol

To > Hughie 😵‍💫: ...but how did you get my number?

To > Polarity 🧲: YOU LITERALLY FUCKING GAVE IT TO ME.

To > Polarity 🧲: like two days ago?? do you seriously not remember?

To > Polarity 🧲: Polarity. It's Hughie. Hughie Campbell?

To > ???: Nice to meet you, Hughie Campbell👋! It's always great to meet a fan🤗. Hopefully I'll see👀 you at one of the meets next month? I'd still like to know🤔💭 how you got this number📱 though.

To > ???: Is it circulating♻️ on some forum🖥️??

To > Polarity 🧲: Okay, I don't think you're-..

To > Polarity 🧲: How about this, complete this pairing. Annie January AND...?

" You remind me of when I was a kid." (Gunpowder to Hughie)

Shifting on his heels to face the man that stood behind him, the lanky male would tilt his head as his eyes caught who had spoken to him. Was that.. Gunpowder? Holy fucking shit... what is he doing here?

“I’m-...I’m sorry,” He’d begin, shaking his head as he tried to make sense out of what the Supe had just said to him. “What-..What do you mean? Why me?”

To > ???:👋Hey there, magnet🧲! I’m actually going to be having series of a meet and greets🤝 next month at comic💥 shops around Manhattan🗽🏙 - check your nearest one at polaritymeetsthegeeks.com🔍! I’d love to meet you then✌️💓! And also - how did you get this number? 🤔😊

To > Polarity 🧲: Polarity. It's Hughie. Hughie Campbell?

maelstrom-muse

open starter || polarity

open to: any

muse: polarity maggie newton (chloe bennet)

possible connections: other supes, others on the seven, vought employee, acquaintances??

@indiestarter

“Hang on - that’s what they’re making you wear?” she had to stifle a laugh with her hand. “It’s - well, interesting.”

overpricedwisdom

There Hughie stood - in all of his Hawaiian glory... the stifled laughter only making him feel worse. He... actually thought it looked quite nice.

Thought, past-tense.

“Ah, well.. is it that bad? Annie said she thought it looked nice...” Hughie responded as a defeated laugh would escape his lips, disappointment filling his features as he placed his hands on his hips. “You’re gonna have to wear something like this too, y’know. It’s a Vought photoshoot, I’m just supporting Annie. She asked me directly to join in.”

To > Polarity 🧲: Hey Mag-.. Polarity, can we talk?

#reserved starter #1x1 #the boys roleplay

maelstrom-muse:

“Of course I don’t mind,” Ada replied with a smile of her own. She then looked to where Nosewise was, and whistled for him to approach. He did so quickly, but at the raise of Ada’s eyebrow, he slowed his pace down and sat a respectable distance away from the stone bench. His big, brown eyes were focused on the treat in Blake’s hand, though he stole an occasional glance to Ada as if expecting further instruction.

Her eyes still on the dog, Ada leaned over to Blake, her shoulder brushing against his lightly. “He knows speak, roll over, and play dead,” she said in a hushed town, so Nosewise didn’t mistakenly get alerted and perform one of the tricks. “Take your pick - although my personal favorite is play dead.”

Blake was impressed by how good of a listener the dog was. For how much energy it contained and how young it appeared to be, the pup’s discipline was impressive. The huge brown eyes that stared at the treat in his hand practically made him feel obligated to hand it over to him right that second.

He’d inch his head towards her as she whispered to him, a gentle smile taking place upon his lips as he listened. With a small nod, a narrow arm would extend to hold the treat out towards Nosewise; yet out of his reach. “Speak!’ He’d begin; shortly after following up with a “Play dead!”