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[ekbatdesebat]

Send “Halloween Wonderland” to enjoy a day at a huge Halloween-themed store | accepting

@agentvharrison​ “Halloween Wonderland” 

“This Ha-llo-ween, is it like the Christmas?” She asked hopefully as she lookd through the decorations with some puzzlement. “Will you make treats again? Like the peppermint fudge or cookies?”

[pride-of-azkets]

@agentharrisonofshield liked for a random starter

Idaeel, not normally one to fret so much about appearances, had slowly come to terms that there were others around her who had some semblance of a conception about the strange woman that had moved in the summer before without speaking to a soul, and sometimes had intense yelling matches with her young-adult daughter, which would end in the slamming of doors and long bouts of silence. It wasn't until one such argument, where her daughter had thrown out that the neighbors must think so highly of her mother's parenting and personality, what with all the yelling, that she finally concluded that she could not remain the shadowy neighbor any longer, unless she wanted one of these fights to be broken up by the police. The building was nice enough, after all--she was surprised her domestic disturbances hadn't drawn more ire.

It was because of this that she was traveling door to door in the immediate vicinity of her small, two-bedroom apartment to leave gestures of goodwill. There was the unit beside her and across, then the one downstairs, the first two being bestowed a bottle of nice wine and herbs from the windowsill garden she cultivated meticulously. The third neighbor's door she rapped on, holding bundles of neatly wrapped herbs and a bottle of wine, she had gotten used to this new show of apologetic single mom, trying to figure it out, 'we'll be working on it to keep it down. So sorry for the intrusion' despite not meaning it. Maybe this time she would... though it was unlikely.

[psyknife]

@agentharrisonofshield​: 🔪

The blunt side of the blade pressed against the woman’s neck. Kwannon kept track of her every step of the way, from the moment she’d stepped out of her car and sauntered up to Kwannon’s residence. Part of her had hoped she would knock on another door, but here she was. She’d dragged the woman inside, not wanting the agent to call out her name for others to hear. Kwannon preferred remaining a mystery. “One, how did you find my address, and two, what do you want?” There was no need for animosity, not when Kwannon couldn’t sense a lick of power radiating off of her.

[loptgangandi]

@agentharrisonofshield​ :  “My best efforts at attractiveness only succeeded at making me look vaguely like something you’d see in Cirque de Soleil.” 

hyperbole and a half

The acrobatic display of his face journey -- and his attempts to quell it -- might also make him a candidate for the Cirque de Soleil. He is trying desperately not to laugh, and mostly succeeds in looking like he’d just put a whole lemon wedge in his mouth.

             “ Do you ... ”  he ventures, then cuts himself off to stifle a smirk and try to convey some measure of sincerity.  “ ... do you want some help ? ”

[selfmademechanic]

@agentharrisonofshield​

“I thought there was a strict policy on agents visiting me in the middle of the day. Don’t tell me you have paperwork for me. I won’t hear of it.”

[therapardalis]

[Munday Meme from @agentharrisonofshield​.]

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✍ :  Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players started on interacting with your muse.

Be enthusiastic. Or at least be keen and engage with messages etc when you’re able to.

Have read my rules, and preferably the ‘about’ for the verse or AU you’re interested in.

Having a plot idea isn’t essential (I suck at those sometimes too) but it does help!

✔ :  What drew you to the character you currently play? What types of characters are you generally drawn to?

Answered here.

▲ :  What sort of information do you like to see on someone’s role play page that helps you determine whether or not you would want to write with them?

An age statement - so I know if they’re an adult or a minor. A specific number is good, but not always safe for those who are underage, so ‘18+’ or ‘minor’ will do.

A rules page, for reasons outlined in my own rules page.

An about page for the muse.

For multis, a muse list (and hopefully about pages for each muse.

Some IC content, so I can see if our styles are likely to be compatible.

⌘ :  Where do you get some of your inspirations for plots/head canons? Offer an example, if possible.

Headcanons ... Sometimes Thera just announces them in my head, like ‘oh, by the way ...’ It can be really annoying. Or we’ll see a photo on here and she’ll just be like, ‘well, actually ...’ (The last one of those was a four-poster bed, and yes it was exactly the kind of HC you might expect.)

Plots ... Strangely enough I tend to get those from holes in the canon material, or extrapolating from pieces of the canon. For example, in Thera’s FFVII verse they have ‘Ancients’ who are basically what they sound like, and I just figured if you were searching for Ancients you might employ archaeologists - so in that verse that’s what she is, and it leads to plot ideas in that vein.

[sah1x1s-archived]

@agentharrisonofshield​ asked:

❛ it was your fault ❜ (for Loki)

“But this time it actually was NOT my fault!” Loki shouted back at Vivian, his fingers curled into a fist out of frustration. “I can see why you think that I was the one who caused this but for fucks sake, it was not me this time! Someone else is trying to make it seem like I am the one hurting people.”

“Viv, I think you know me well enough to know that when it is me doing things like this, I don’t shy away from taking credit for my deeds. This time. It really. Was not. Me!” Loki almost all out growled at the woman as he tried to contain his anger. 

[normallyxstrange]

@agentharrisonofshield​ | verse; untitled | title; nothing good here (Sylvie & Vivian)

     There was no such thing as downtime for Sylvie. As the right hand of the vampire queen, she was always supposed to be alert, ready for anything Nancy could call for—and Nancy would call. Unless absolutely dire or important, by her standards, she wouldn’t do a damn thing for the first hour or two after sunrise. Those were Nancy’s quiet hours, where she awoke to the night, grabbed herself her first drink of blood for the night, and got started. In those few hours, Sylvie had a bit of time to herself.

     So immediately after sundown, she went to the bookstore. Certainly not a hotspot typical vampires would flock to, but like Nancy’s evening routine, it prepped her the night to come. She found it best to ground and calm herself before facing whatever may come. Books always gave her that. 

     Like always, she went to the discount book bin at the front of the shop. The owner claimed to restock them daily, and sometimes he did, but she found herself checking regardless. A bargain was a bargain, after all, but there was rarely anything that caught her attention and held it for long.

     Perusing the titles, she was aware of another woman in the shop also searching the bin. Sylvie said nothing to the seemingly preoccupied woman until she was very nearly shoulder to shoulder with her.

     “There’s nothing good here,” she simply stated. “Nothing fictional, anyway.” All useless self-help books, with occasional cookbooks tossed in for good measure. “If that’s what you’re looking for.”