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*| Stark.

tony rolls his eyes and shakes his head, running his tongue over his teeth and sucking until it makes a noise and he scowls. he feels bad– he really does. doing this to pietro is nothing short of stressful, he hates it, but he knows it’s for the best. right now, though? he doesn’t have the energy for it. he knows how much the boy hates him, and he gets it. he wishes it wasn’t this way, but it is, and pietro is better off for it. he shouldn’t take the bait, he knows that, and he shouldn’t stoop to his level, but he’s just so tired, so he snaps anyway.

❛ you sure seemed to like it at the time. ❜ it’s sharp, full of venom, and he regrets it the moment it comes out. it’s condescending and honestly just not his style. he scowls a little at the last comment, and it makes him angry, it really does. just the thought of that has him baring his teeth and he glares up at the boy. ❛ don’t be such a fucking child, maximoff. what do you think i left you for in the first place?? ❜

v e n o m o u s words lash out like a whip, the condescension in the mans tone is enough to reopen scabbed over wounds. a heart nearly healed, now ripped open yet again; by just a few words. fists clench with a white knuckled intensity, & despite standing tall in the face of such pain; his gaze does shift. turning elsewhere, the reddening of his eyes giving way to the light sheen of tears unshed. blinking rapidly to will them away, the speedster snorts. ❛ is amazing what you can enjoy when someone makes you think they are in l o v e with you. ❜ he spits, words just as venomous as the bite of a rattlesnake & twice as sharp.

those last words do it, another wave of pain hits & it feels worse than being shot. never would he have thought that something could beat that level of pain. light eyes shift back to tony, glare firm & set on his features as his arms come to cross against his chest. an effort of protection, a sign of distrust -- he's shielding himself at this point, a sign that he is s c a r e d of tony & the things he is capable of. though the cage of his ribs feels empty by this point, like everything had been pulled out. his h e a r t non-existent & his lungs no longer functioning. tony's words like someone had shot him, point blank in the chest with a bazooka. like his entire midsection had been ripped from him. ❛ i was not a child when you had me beneath you. but i guess that was just where you thought i'd be useful, right? i was n e v e r someone you loved, i was just yet another c o n q u e s t. another notch in your belt, the stupid kid with a crush. was it a bet? did someone bet you that you would not be able to bed me? how much did you get? how much was r u i n i n g me worth? ❜

#[ ahahahaha im done bye i just want them tO FIX THIS ]#[ why are you both so stubborn ]#[ why this ]#volxtiile #( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ undecided. )

*| @readyforyours

Wanda had warned him to slow down with his typing; she’d seen the i m m i n e n t disaster from a mile away when she realized that he tended to tap into his speed while typing. Claimed it was e a s i e r, & more efficient ---

[ text; rumlow. ] hey. got a minute? [ text; rumlow. ] i just need sex [ text; rumlow. ] oooooh my god no. [ text; rumlow. ] i typed ‘a sec’ !! i swear !! [ text; rumlow. ] my phone hates me.

& this begins the tale of how Pietro Maximoff travels the l o n g journey to realizing that his sister was right the whole time.

[ text; rumlow. ] I swear to God, I meant A SEX. [ text; rumlow. ] OH MY GOD. A SEC. A SEC. A SEC. [ text; rumlow. ] just a sec of your time, not sex or anything else !!

#readyforyours #( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ undecided. )

*| Stark.

tony does not want to be doing this. he doesn’t want to be here, he can think of at least twenty things off of the top of his head that he would rather be doing than this. take a shit is literally one of them. when maximoff comes speeding passed him, he doesn’t do much other than blink slowly, letting out a long sigh, nostrils flaring.

❛ maybe i’ll just cut off your feet and use those. ❜

honestly, he's not exactly thrilled that tony is the one he runs into; after e v e r y t h i n g that had happened between them; it had left a sour taste in the back of the speedsters mouth. after all, he'd been just a n o t h e r one of tony stark's conquests. the stupid teenager with a crush who'd gotten played & made a f o o l of. so the way the man reacts to his presence brings a wry smirk to his lips -- head cocking to the left as if reviewing his state of being ( or stewing on a comment better k e p t from rolling off his tongue. ) & with a scoff of a breath, he rolls his shoulders to let them pop.

❛ you would have to catch me first, s t a r k. & i am not so naive as to let you put your hands on me again. it was n o t h i n g short of a mistake the first time as it is. ❜ the bitter comment slips free before he can even think to stop it; his heart s t i l l aches for the way they had been. the way he had felt so fucking right in the elder mans arms, but those days are g o n e --- better left behind a locked door, pietro had learned his lesson. ❛ besides, is not like i i n t e n d e d to come to you. of all people. i would rather die; again, than be here talking to y o u. ❜

#[ yup that was basically what it was ]m #[ bc piet was really sad & upset & jealous bc all he wanted was tony to love him ]#[ & be with him & i remember it turned into a thing ]#[ so here have pietro being a bitter jerk ]#volxtiile #( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ undecided. )#[ ah the smell of angst ]#[ do u smell it ]#[ it's coming -- like a storm. its coming. ]

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*| Clint.

“I’m not old. I’m 37…”

He swats away Pietro’s hand, leaning away to fend off more flicks. Maybe he wasn’t at the prime of his life, but Clint was still a long ways away from getting a senior citizen discount. And with all the new medical technology, 30 was the new 20 so Pietro really should get his facts straight before calling anyone old.

If Pietro couldn’t even try to be honest about Clint’s age, then Clint felt no reason to believe him for more serious topics. No matter how ‘adorable’ Pietro tried to be with that stupid cute smirk, Clint couldn’t believe him when he didn’t seem to want to listen to Cho in the first place.

“You’re just trying to use me to get free food.”

Clint scowls as best he can, attempting to look as grumpy and as serious as possible. A sharp contrast to the man laying in the hospital bed. Still, Clint couldn’t help but wonder if Pietro had any money in the first place. According to SHIELD and Wanda, the twins had taken to stealing for survival so a job was out of the question. Were the Maximoffs even considered 'official’ Avengers yet? Were they on the pay roll? Something made Clint doubtful and he guessed it made him slightly more sympathetic to Pietro’s request.

An exasperated sigh escapes his lips and despite just dismissing Pietro’s request, he backtracks.

“You are lucky I’m in a generous mood. But Doc first. Pizza later.”

fingers tap impatiently against his legs, pulling them up beneath him; elbows propped on his knees so he can drop his chin into the palm of a hand. fingers now tapping against the stubble across his jawline with a forced huff of breath through his nostrils. eyes shifting from this to that within the room; only returning to clint with the accusation -- a faux look of shock pulling across his features & his free hand placing to his chest.

❛ i am not! is very offensive that you would think so lowly of me. ❜

but the smirk pulling at his lips would tell a different story; truthfully it is a curse to receive nothing for your troubles. he'd died protecting clint, & yet SHIELD still decided to procrastinate on paying him & his sister their dues. the only grand thing; was that his speed allowed him to steal things a lot more easily. a missing cart of groceries was never questioned when one moved too fast to see.

clints next words actually gain a true look of surprise, genuinely flustered now if the red tinging his cheeks is any indication. honestly; he was only joking at first. but as if on cue, thanks to the mention of something fattening & greasy enough to fuel him for a good while. his stomach growls loudly. gaining a further flush across the bridge of his nose.

❛ ah.. alright. doctor first. ❜

#( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ perhaps slowing down is not so bad || arrowedagent )#arrowedagent

*| Deadpool.

“I would’ve had a bullet in his fucking skull, if you dick-faces didn’t butt in, like you always do! I get it, ya’ can’t find any schoolyard bullies to harass, so you take my hits!”

❛ is amazing how low you think of the avengers. it is not for lack of those we need to capture -- but rather lack of desire to see you kill needlessly. now, if you are done being a child -- i do need to head back now; to my team. ❜

#blackandredequaldead #( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ son of m. || blackandredequaldead )#[ pietro don't be a douche ]

*| Stark.

and the cogs come full stop, as he interprets the joke. so little has he thought of pietro, the man who hates him most, that he figured such humor unlike him in his presence. he can’t help but smile a bit, the shock soon overcome by a sense of understanding. he’s spent so long despising tony, even the faintest glimmer of hope would make his day. he turns back to the holograms, gears ever so slowly beginning to turn once again. nothing could stop him from tinkering, it would seem.

he, too, relaxes, and he comes to a halt in his work. he gets up from the seat, clapping hands together so that the sound echoes for a time. he looks around the room, trying to form a plan. in order to develop, he needs tests and trials, theories and formulas—–none of which he had. yet.

“alright, all that aside, you and i need to do a bit of testing.” he rubs idle hands together, a few ideas coming to mind. “first things first, let’s get you toasty.” the implications of this word were limitless, and potentially oh so fun.

❛ you are just set on making innuendos today; no? ❜

brows lift as lips turn in a smirk; pushing himself up from the seat & pushing it out of the way. pietro has never been the type to sit still for very long, never more than a few moments at the most. breathing out; the speedster brings his arms up over his head -- stretching out his joints; if he needs to run - for even just a short amount of time, he likes to stretch out. not that he'll pull a muscle or get a cramp, but for comforts sake.

❛ you suggest that i get toasty after pointing out that my clothes might catch on fire. is not helping my current thoughts of you, you must really want to see me naked. not that i blame you. ❜

bringing his arms behind him, he leaned back enough for a series of pops to sound -- all the way up his spine as the vertebrae realigned & cracked into place. rolling his shoulders when he straightened, two more pops sounded to announce the popping of his shoulder blades.

❛ i hope you know -- that i will not be letting you live down these innuendous comments. also, i will be telling many people about your apparent desire to see me naked. ❜

it's all in good fun, the jest -- truthfully, it shows that pietro is becoming comfortable & relaxed around tony. there is no more animosity in his gaze at this point; just amusement & something much like the faint glimmer of acceptance. he will not go so far as to say ( or at the least, admit ) he likes tony --- but it is a feeling close to that. he's not hate or anger free - but the man before him is not the main enemy. no; not anymore. tony is willing to help him, despite all the reasons pietro has showed him that he shouldn't.

#ircnclad #( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ even my best; wasn't good enough. || main )#[ Im still waiting to see civil war like murder me pls ]#[ i need to bE MURDERED B C IM SO ]#[ SALTY ABT THE FACT I HAVENT SEEN IT ]#[ but also okay pietro needs to stop being a lil perv ]

- || @volxtiile

if there is one thing that people should ever expect from the tornado that is pietro maximoff; it is destruction, but also --- the gust of wind when he passes through. they should also learn to duck out of the way, for safety's sake. or they should at least try. at the moment, he's speeding through the halls, this is his practice. this is how HE learns to dodge people & train himself when no one else will volunteer to help.

he only stops when he zips right past stark; knocking a few papers off the desk & sending them up in a gust of wind; slowly do they flutter down towards the ground around a sheepish looking speedsters feet. the crooked smile upon his lips is accompanied by a half shrug. glancing down to the papers, then back up to tony.

❛ you should really invest in a paperweight. ❜

#[ i wasn't sure if you wanted to continue the thing we'd worked up before ]#[ or something new?? so i just -- left this vague. ]#volxtiile #( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ undecided. )

** Stark.

his arms, too, fold among an exposed chest, one that once carried his magnetic heart. the thing that made him the iron man, in accordance to the world. that was gone, he was a new man, one ready and willing for change, by any means. he walks closer to him, careful in his stride, for he was as exposed now as a turtle with no shell, ready to be picked clean by anything faster than him. he did his best to not fear this man, for as a snake to a human, the fear was mutual.

“well—–i make no promises about a lack of needles.” an attempt to joke, as he quickly realizes how terrible it may sound. “—-kidding, i won’t stick you with anything.” he moves away from the speedster, tracing a hand along a metal workbench as he fiddles in his mind, mental tinkering and creating of what could possibly be.

tony gestures towards the center of the room, a circle pad where suits would often assemble themselves. “stand right here, please. the doctor will see you now.” he takes a seat in a rolling chair, letting his momentum force it to slide a ways. “jarvis, buddy, full-scale model, please.” a light shone from seemingly nowhere, encasing pietro in a transparent glow, taking in each and every feature available. “—–i doubt you’ll be wanting a thing of armor, but the funny thing about moving at the speeds you do is that there’s a lot of friction to be caused by that. the clothes you have on now, for example, could burst into flames if you tried going all-out. what we want is a suit that harnesses that energy and puts it to better use than setting yourself on fire and running naked through the streets of new york.”

the poorly attempted joke does little in sense of calming him; it must be apparent in the way he tenses, the clench of his jaw & the way his head lifts; almost DEFIANT in display when paired with the grasp of his fingers against the fabric of his shirt. calm does not settle until stark has issued his retraction of the earlier statement, & while it is hard to trust a man he's spent most of his life hating, he watches the elder man with curiosity; thinly concealed interest lighting pale eyes. he can tell there is mental tinkering happening; can practically SEE the cogs of the engineers mind turning.

the gesture coaxes a small; amused smirk to take place upon the speedsters features. stepping up to the spot suggested, a slight widening of his eyes showing surprise at the seemingly disembodied light. no fear was shown for FEAR had long since left the pool of things he could still feel. at least not towards a harmless light; the things done by hydra were far more terrifying & horrifying --- fresh in his mind & so a mere light shining from nowhere to encase him in its soft glow was something mildly relaxing.

words spoken now gain his full attention as he blurs, returning just a second later with a chair from across the room. the back of it facing tony as pietro drops himself to straddle the cushion; arms crossing on the top of the back, chin rested on his arms. blue eyes watch the other; no longer glaring nor poised like a snake watching its victim, ready to STRIKE. his posture has long since relaxed, head tipping just slightly to listen with apparent awe & overwhelming curiosity. he will never say that he does not still resent this man, it's been over ten years of hating him. it will not fade away easily. but the way he watches, the way he listens without a word should show well enough that he is TRYING to forget what has been ingrained into his very dna when it comes to his thoughts of tony stark.

lips turn upward at those last words, smirk now far more playful than before; head tips, platinum stained strands brushing his forehead & now falling into the line of his vision.

❛ mr. stark --- if i did not know better, i would say you are thinking of me running around naked now. is very inappropriate to think in such a manner. ❜

& that is how you make an attempt at a joke.

#ircnclad #( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ even my best; wasn't good enough. || main )#[ piETRO PLEASE ]#[ he's such a little shit im sorry ]

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** Dear sister.

It’s uncomfortably tight, the embrace itself, but she’s never been more happy. It’s like a weight is lifted somehow, a terrible ache in her body abating. Every muscle in her relaxes in a way she never thought possible and she just wants to MELT into his touch. Before she knows it, tears are springing to her eyes and she’s sobbing out of pure joy. It’s an unadulterated kind of happiness, weeping for all their missed time but joyous for how much more they would have together.

It’s almost too good to be true, Wanda’s mind working overtime to process his presence. And the fact that he’s holding her in his arms, despite how much she’s shaking. After a moment or so, she pulls away, forcing herself to look at his face through blurry eyes. It takes everything in her to just barely contain her tears and force a wobbly smile. He’s every bit as handsome as she remembers and she finds herself wanting to memorize every inch of his face. The slope of his nose, the shape of his lips, the way his curls fall just barely into his face.

Letting out something halfway between a laugh and a sob, Wanda reaches forward to brush those very curls out of his face; lingering as she does. Tracing his temple and cheekbone, her hand settles just below his cheek. He’s real. He’s so very real. Pietro is here. He is ALIVE.

❛ Welcome back. ❜

their hug is tight; as if trying to merge themselves into ONE ---- & pietro has never been so happy to see anyone in his life; his world had stopped so suddenly when he'd put his life on the line -- months of darkness, of nothing but a limbo that was cold even to someone like him. tears escape down his cheeks, soaking into the fabric of her jacket & he can't find it in himself to worry about such a trivial thing at this moment.

when she backs away, when she looks to him -- he offers a weak smile, shaky with the emotions coursing through him like rapids over a cliff; it's rocky & dangerous to traverse. but there's no worry; no concern because with her.. everything is okay. HE IS OKAY.

her fingers push back unruly strands; guiding them back from his face & when small; delicate fingers linger -- tracing his features & assuring that he is INDEED there; he is not a figment of her imagination nor is she one of his. he's there, she's there ---- they're both okay & they're back together & it feels like a miracle too good to be true.

❛ i missed you, so much.. ❜

#( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ but around each other; they melt. || wandica )#wandica

** Clint.

“ yes on training you. “ despite his desire to bring the man some comfort and make him feel comfortable clint won’t promise him something he isn’t willing to give for a multitude of reasons, only one of which is that he’s too young. when clint was his age he had quickly fallen into bed with anyone that had smiled at him prettily and been nice to him. it was him being desperate for affection, willing to do anything for a kind touch or glance because his entire childhood had been spent afraid and hurt and running. but he wouldn’t lead pietro down that same path, and he needed to learn some self control himself, to not just sleep around because in the end he almost always regretted it. and just the attention from this young man made him grin, the idea that someone not only wanted to be around him but looked up to him? oh, that did wonders for his ego, and clint wouldn’t act on what pietro wanted from him because of this. because right now. right here. he couldn’t actually manage to differentiate wanting someone and wanting the affection they gave him.

clint nods, leaning against the wall to give pietro some space. “ you don’t have to hang out with me but if you just need someone to train you and i’ll do that. “ feelings weren’t a weakness, not ever, but how do you explain that to someone who is so angry and hurt? if the bad emotions just made you soldier on. spite was a motivator the same as love. “ come to the gym in the morning. “

there is not a single part of the teen that wants to let clint train him; all he wants to do is run & run & run & never stop because he aches. to find a group like the avengers was more than he & his sister could have hoped for, to be taken in after what they had done? more than they could have ever asked. & clint had been the one that pietro had immediately connected with, had been the one he wanted as a mentor. but he falters in that train of thought here, because not only is he confused about his own feelings & what they are or why they're there --- clint has turned him down. so there is no chance to explore whatever might possibly happen between them.

taking in a deep breath, pietro resigns himself to being nothing more than a kid with a crush; unrequited feelings sting ----- but if anything, it gives him more of a drive to show clint who pietro maximoff really is & what he's capable of. he knows he's mature for his age, raising himself & his sister had done that for him. & he's bent & determined to show clint that. & then when clint is ready to try; if he ever is, pietro can be over his feelings & be the one to turn him down.

if he focuses on training, if he focuses on getting better & faster & stronger.. maybe he can catch someone elses attention; maybe he can move on himself & show clint exactly what he's missing by taking himself off the market.

❛ yeah, alright. i’ll be there. ❜

#[ wow piet suddenly got really determined & vindictive ]#[ um.. okay then this is not how you were supposed to end up ]#blndspxt #( ╳┊v.┊❝ become your legacy. || blndspxt. )

** Stark.

tony looks up from his table, goggles slung around his eyes. at first, they’re full of shock, if not pure confusion. it takes him a moment, but he softens a bit, knowing full well the twin’s hostility towards him. it probably took pietro all of his strength to come to him of all people. necessity can make people do things they don’t wish to, but he’s keen to make them know that he’s not a bad guy.

“i’m your man.” he pulls the goggles off of his face, resting them on the table. he kicks the stool out from beneath him, sliding his work aside. “banner— he may be helpful as well, i’m sure, but i’m the one with, well… most of the toys.” he brushes his hands off and makes his way over to pietro, eyeing the uniform he had. “well—-i’ve never been one for speed aside from in the case of aerodynamics, but… do you have any details on the experiments done to give you these gifts?”

as much as he wants to take off; to get out of here & forget he'd ever tried this.. he swallows his pride; arms pressed tight to his chest in their crossed state -- if one were proficient in body language one would think he was shielding himself. in all reality, he was; protecting this vulnerable side he was showing to whom he'd grown up thinking would be his biggest enemy for the rest of his life.

it takes but a glance at the insignia for the mans brand; or sometimes just seeing him is enough to trigger memories & nightmares. cold sweats because of the terror of that day, the surety that wanda would also be taken from him; that he would die himself -- instead, they'd been tossed into a hell like no other; orphaned & tossed out to the cold to fend for themselves. to fight for their lives while this.. destroyer; lived comfortably. shaking off the thoughts, & the flickers of painful memories..

pietro straightens his stance, taps the toe of his sneaker against the floor in an uncomfortable act of fidgeting ---- ❛ i do not think banner would be keen on helping me. he does not seem to like me too much. ❜ not that tony or steve, or anyone for that matter aside from, possibly; clint seems to like him much. with a deep breath, his gaze lifts from wherever it had drifted; light eyed gaze meeting tony's. there's a reluctant kind of curl of his upper lip; disgusted by the thought of remembering what hydra had done to him. but if it will help him control his powers, help him get faster & more efficient with his stamina & everything ---- he'll suffer through it.

❛ i do.. mostly i just remember being stabbed with needles; kept from my sister & forced into things i do not wish to remember. strucker was not the most honest man as you can guess; --- we were not given a rest between experiments; if it did not immediately show changes -- we were poked & prodded; injected with more of whatever it was that they used. -- was not fun.. ❜ there is a conscious effort to keep himself from showing the effect the traumatic memories have on him; fingers twitching & tapping against his arm in an effort to keep his mind on the right track. a harsh swallow; fingers coming up to push through his hair as he fidgets again. his gaze faltering back to the floor. there is no need for tony stark to know of his suffering.

#ircnclad #( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ even my best; wasn't good enough. || main )#[ ive been good friend. a ls o this is la t e im sO SORRY ]

- || @ircnclad

❛ stark --- ❜ disdain taints his tone; no matter how long he's been coming around this man, the anger still burns. he k n o w s better by this point; knows that HYDRA were the ones to kill his parents -- the ones to lie to him; to warp & craft his mind into the v e n g e f u l thing it was now. to make him into a weapon against their greatest enemy. & yet the anger is still there; still burning -- flames l i c k i n g at his insides; fueling him with the hatred that'd been ingrained in his mind since he was ten & read THAT name written on the side of the shell.

❛ i-- require your assistance. ❜ admitting he needs h e l p to someone like tony stark makes disgust curl in his gut; b i l e rising in his throat which he swallows down with a thick gulp. ❛ i would like to get faster. you are the only man i know of who might be able to help me properly. ❜

#ircnclad #[ sliiiiiiides this to you on a platter ]#[ i hope this thingy thing is good enough ]#( ╳┊VERSE┊❝ even my best; wasn't good enough. || main )

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GENERAL:

name: sam birthday: september 22nd sexual orientation: demisexual drink?: occasionally smoke?: may spark a ciggy here & there

tea or coffee?: tea but not hot -- it has to be iced believe in true love?: yeah, a little. afraid of the dark?: more of what lurks within it. pick an animal: cat

FAVORITES:

music: anything rock. kind of addicted to andy black’s “we don’t have to dance” pc game: sims 3 or occasionally fnaf actress/actor: actress ; hayley atwell || actor ; wentworth miller / dominic purcell / brandon routh

food: mac & cheese or pizza or mac & cheese pizza person/people: @captainofcold ; a.k.a the source of my happiness. honestly, i don’t know what i’d do if i’d never met my angel. she really has become my saving grace. type of weather: i like the weather where im not freezing my ass off neither am i sweating buckets but i live in texas so its usually one or the other colour: blue

QUESTIONS:

what is your special talent/skill as a roleplayer? i like to think i have a talent for getting down dialogue, no matter the character or the accent. i have this need to convey their voice accurately. i want people to tell me they hear my muses voice in my writing. that’s the biggest compliment for me.

what is your favorite type of roleplay genre, and why? as much as i’d like to say fluff --- i favor angst. that heart-stopping, gut-wrenching, eye-watering angst that makes you want to curl up in a corner & cry.

why did you pick your muse? okay lemme tell a story here ---- i’d watched all the marvel movies to date; so naturally i had to watch aou when it came out & the first scene -- as soon as pietro uttered that FIRST line; that first ‘you didn’t see that coming?’ --- i was in love. i knew i had to write this character, i had to try him out & see what kind of a person i could flesh him into. & here we are. like idk almost six months & two blogs later; he’s still here.

if you could write any other muse - but know you don’t have the muse for him/her - who would it be? probably vanessa carlysle or deadpool tbh or joker or scarecrow from dc

what would be your warning label to other roleplayers: can’t keep a conversation going for shit. but tries & is really loyal once we get closer.

what is your favorite verse of your muse? um.. probably my walking dead verse because of how much time i’ve spent working it out.

what crack!ships do you have for your muse? pietro/happiness --- no but, pretty much pietro with tony or bucky, or rumlow, or clint, or natasha... anyone.. really..

what is your senpai blog for someone who plays the same muse as you? i don’t really have any honestly, i’m way too insecure to even follow much less interact with them. sigh.

one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: that pietro didn’t die & was put into the regen cradle / brought back.

oh and i’m tagging @withusnow @blndspxt @kidgrimcs @captainofcold & anyone that wants to do it?

#( ╳┊ooc┊❝ the nerd king speaks! )

#( shoot me. i get home & what's the first thing pietro wants to do? )#( sorry i should say 'who' bc he's not a what )#( pietro you're supposed to hate tony not have this weird thirst for him can you not )#( i just opened your blog back up; this time around you're keeping your legs closed. )#( & your dick in your pants. )#( even thought i wouldn't exactly say no to some ships-- )#( though not thought )#( ╳┊ooc┊❝ the nerd king speaks! )#( should i do a ship/exclusives call? in case people are interested? )#( no. no piet no. this time around is not gonna be all about ships. )#( so shut your face. )#( don't mind me. just arguing with my muse. )

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