Born in the shadow of a monster, raised on whispers of conquest—Scarbo’s hands shaped me, carved my mind with fire and steel.
A child of the Skull, baptized in hate, remade in his image, Ripped from innocence, torn through time, given power beyond flesh. But heroes fear what they cannot break, so they took me, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s cold hands wrapped my mind in lies, Fed me dreams of suburban bliss, a girl I never was— A doll, painted in false stars and stripes, programmed to kneel.
Then came fire. Then came pain. Then came him.
Crossbones tore away the illusions, made me whole again.
We burned their dreams, left their corpses as warnings, Bonnie and Clyde with a body count, writing our gospel in blood. My father is dead, but his vision lives. A world on its knees, cowering before the Red Right Hand.
Reblog if you’re open to improvisational rp and just “winging it” with threads
Whether it’s the first interactions between the muses so the chemistry is still up in the air and it’s still unknown as to whether or not they’ll click before potential plotting, or the muses have too much minds of their own and run wild the moment you set them loose in a thread, plotting is hard and occasionally your pre-planned threads jump the track and go in totally different directions than anticipated thanks to the muses’ creative differences. Reblog this to let your rp partners know that you don’t mind simply jumping straight into in-character interactions and threads.