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@reactony
// WHAT TRAIT MAKES YOUR MUSE LOVABLE?
People love you because you're a Brain
You radiate a quiet intellect, and it's your great mind that draws people to you. You're extremely well-read, and your vast knowledge makes you an excellent conversationalist. You have a smaller group of friends (you go for quality over quantity), but they're all just as smart and intellectually stimulating as you are. Get all of you in a room, and you could solve most of the world's problems before lunch! Sometimes your intellectual pursuits take you away from having a robust social life, but your intellectual contributions more than make up for a lighter social calendar.
TAGGED BY: @medicfate !! THANK YOU TAGGING: @aintashes @greatpowcr @warfallacy & YOU, feel more than free to snag this from me if u want to do this
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Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I’m doing.
#About me
Iron Man. That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. I mean it’s not technically accurate. The suit’s a gold titanium alloy, but it’s kind of provocative, the imagery anyway.
psa. if we’re mutuals, we’re automatically friends. u don’t need to say things like “sorry to bother” or “sorry im annoying” bc ur not. ur my friend. u can come to me for anything. u need help? im here. wanna chat? hmu. just wanna gush abt your muse? go for it. we’re friends. ily.
“you did good, kid.”
Y'all: Why isn’t this character a perfect individual!!!
Me:
:// WARFALLACY
@reactony ❤︎’d!
THEIR TENSION IS PALPABLE as the lingering silence drawls further and further out , naught but sizzling sparks and the crackle of the fire welding metal slates together to be heard in the space that surrounds them . perhaps in another lifetime , they could have been FRIENDS ———- but the past comes back to haunt / like a moth drawn to a flame / and bucky can’t seem to escape the mess he’s made ( IT’S HYDRA’S DOING , he tells himself … but his reflection in the mirror says something different ) .
❛ you didn’t have to do this , y’know . ❜ HIS VOICE IS QUIET , near indistinguishable against the quietude that plagues them both . but he is heard , and gaze reaches tony for the first time since he’s began tinkering with the remnants of his arm . guilt gnaws its way up his throat , aching and cruel to the formal soldier —- a forcible reminder of everything he has done / would have done / will have done . and when they finally make eye contact , the pain in his chest constricts ; lips drawn taut as he’s reminded once again of the nightmare that still ensues .
( does he know he has his father’s eyes ? )
❛ listen ———- i know that steve insisted , but . . . i don’t expect you to do anything for me . ❜ no , not for someone like me .
this, everything about this is uncomfortable for tony. he´s never been good about acknowledging and handling feelings the healthy way, that´s just not his shtick. fake it until you make it, is that how the saying goes ? so when barnes looks at him, his gaze full of things tony doesn´t even want to come close to know he looks away, focusing his attention down to the remains of the metal arm and away from the complicated - down at what he knows inside out. down at what he knows how to handle. even if said arm belonged to the guy that killed his parents, squeezing his mothers neck until she stopped breathing. jesus.
he clears his throat, right. the thing is, he isn´t even sure if he´s BLAMING barnes - this all would´ve been a lot easier then. he could´ve just refused to help, could´ve vent his anger at the guy, screamed at him - put all the blame on him and close the case because barnes had killed them, he killed mom but he didn´t.
he didn´t and now tony is stuck in this hellish limbo of confusion, with his chest eternally too tight with feelings that have nowhere to go. and god, this is exactly why he doesnt deal with that kind of stuff. he sucks at it.
❛ yeah haven´t you heard ? i don´t really listen to anyone. you can ask the capsicle. it´s been the topic of more than enough briefings. ❜ there´s a pause in which he acts like he´s stumbled on a small problem with a wire, but he really just takes a deep breath collecting his thoughts. ❛ i do what i want, barnes. always do. ❜
surprise bitch
: // AINTASHES
there’s moisture in the air, misty rain darkening the soil beneath his boots and dampening his hair against his face. the trees wave him on like swaying giants in the wind, the sky a muted gray. signs of a storm are all around him—– and not a single building in sight. daryl decides to retreat into the brush, away from the road he’s been walking along for the past couple of hours. at least in the trees, he might be able to settle for the night.
it’s when the wind picks up and the rain really begins to fall that he sees it: some kind of warehouse, bland, desolate; whole. a fence surrounds the place, effectively separating it from the woods. but it’s only a fence, and he climbs over it easily. as soon as both of his feet are on the ground, however, a sense of dread seeps into the bowman’s chest and a chill runs through his body ( and it’s not from the freezing rain ): there are several walkers around the building, held hostage by bear traps and barbed ropes. one is even trapped in some sort of hole in the ground, impaled by what looks to be random metal parts. the more he looks around, the more wires and traps he sees, littering the field between the fence and the building.
perhaps this place is not so desolate after all. ( —– he just knew it was too good to be true. )
but what other option does he have ? freezing to death in the woods ? maybe these traps are old, and whoever was in there is long gone. either way, it’s worth a shot. what has he got to lose, at this point ?
by the time he cautiously carves a path between deathtraps to the building itself, daryl is soaked to the bone and shivering; but he can’t just walk in, no matter how desperate for shelter he is. crossbow at the ready, he makes his way around the outside until he finds a side door, carefully pushing it open and stepping inside. the room he enters is dark. too dark to see anything. but there’s a light coming from down the hallway—– he decides to move toward it slowly. / @reactony
he´d been planning on having such a relaxing evening, with freshly caught meat sizzling above the fireplace and a cool drink in his hand - only the sounds of the storm to keep him company, drowning out the occasional walkers´ groan from outside. it´s borderline luxury these days, not having to listen to the sound of the dead all day or live in complete silence ;; god he misses his music ;; but alas, everybody knows that tony stark isn´t allowed to have nice things for long.
it´s hard to miss the red light blaring to life on his console, his last line of defense - a last warning telling that the warehouse´s breached which really, had been a long time coming. it´s bordering on a miracle that no one´s found his little sanctuary until now so in reality ? tony´s not surprised that it happened tonight. he would´ve preferred a warning in advance, absently wondering if the storm had messed up his sensors outside - but still, not surprised.
he doesn´t bother with the fire, the intruder´s probably already seen the light anyway besides - it might prove as a nice distraction, with the shadows of the shelves dancing on the wall - so he just grabs his modified handgun and quickly moves over to the other side of the room, hiding between the storage spaces just as the door slowly creeps open.
at least it´s just one, if he can trust the reading he gets but the relief doesn´t last long. the guy clearly isn´t stupid, slow and sure in his steps - cautious, with a just as tight grip on his crossbow as tony has on his handgun. silver lining though, he can´t actually see in the dark so all tony has to do is to wait until the other walks just a few more steps ahead, taking in the room scanning for any life - ignorant to the one right behind him.
❛ did no one ever tell you that breaking and entering is wrong, big guy ? ❜ he quips after cocking his gun, the sound of the safety being turned off equivalent to the thunder outside after the tense silence. ❛ drop the crossbow robin and don´t move. ❜
me ? having a free day tomorrow and thus finally having the time to actually write things on here ? YOU BET.
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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.
i actually dont feel very well rn so i´ll drop off for the night ;; you can reach me over on dis.cord @ GRIM#0561 if you want to talk/plot bc i´m always up for that shit but other than that, i´ll see you all next time !!
sometimes you gotta run before you can walk.
