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@amazongoddcss asked:“ why are you asking me for help? ” ENEMIES TO LOVERS, LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN
“MY CURRENT TEAM IS. . .GOING THROUGH A LOT.“ he doesn’t have a lot of options, and for once, he feels he had dragged natasha around enough to give her a break from him. it’s best if steve keeps his distance for a while until they can regroup. “I could use the extra hand and I’m aware of your. . .skills.“
What calms your muse down after a bad day? ways your muse says i love you. the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep. something your muse could never forgive. how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.
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What calms your muse down after a bad day?
Not thinking about whatever made his day bad—although Tony isn’t really a “calm down” sort of person. He’s more a “rev his brain up to forget about it” sort of person. Healthy? No. Effective? Also no. But I never said he was emotionally intelligent or particularly mentally healthy.
There are a lot of distractions that can get him out of his head for a bit, work being foremost, but also, intense exercise, vigorous sex, a loud party, fighting some bad guys, getting into an emotionally heated disagreement with someone he has issues with (AKA he doesn’t care what they think of him afterward), something that could give him an adrenaline rush, like driving his car way too fast or taking a new suit out for a test flight (maybe before it’s really ready). Yep, model of mental health, he is.
Ways your muse says I love you:
He’s a big fan of the grand gesture—which could be anything from having a message of love skywritten across the sky, crashing some satellite debris into the atmosphere just to have a shooting star for them to wish on during a romantic rooftop dinner or spontaneous trips to exotic places all the way to buying out entire restaurants for a private dinner, filling the house with roses, or giving expensive jewels or other gifts. The man likes a grand gesture, okay? But there are smaller ways, like having dinner there and ready when his significant other gets home from a difficult day or giving a foot massage or having a nice bath ready with candles and champagne. He likes the big showy things because he wants big reactions but that doesn’t mean he isn’t there for the little things too.
The thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep:
It depends on whether some world-ending event has recently gone down, in which case, he’s probably thinking about how to prevent the next one. When he’s more relaxed, he’s probably thinking about improvements to the suit or his significant other but it could be any number of things from SI business to a trip or some rising baddie in the world. He has a lot to think about!
Something your muse could never forgive:
Being unfaithful. Cheating behind his back is a hard no. Betrayals of other types are also high on the list but it depends on the person and the betrayal. The more intimate the betrayal, the less likely he is to forgive it.
How your muse responds to being helped/taken care of:
That really depends on who’s doing the helping and caring. Generally, I’d say he’s pretty bad at asking for help, but accepting it, maybe a little better if it’s offered not as something he needs but as something they want to do.
Being cared for by a significant other is different. It really depends on the level of closeness in the relationship, though. The more intimacy and trust built, the more likely he is to open up and allow someone to care for him emotionally. Less trust and intimacy, and he might only let them care for him physically and keep the emotional stuff off the table. And if he has no trust built with someone, or he actively distrusts them, he would fight them helping or caring for him tooth and nail.
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"OMG, you're her!" Wanda said, excitedly.
"You're Wonder Woman!!!"
Unmasked
@amazongoddcss plotted starter from 37 years ago
Bruce hated these galas. He always had, even when he was a child and had to make appearances at the few he could remember his parents throwing. It was important, he knew that. The Waynes had always been a great help to the city of Gotham and Bruce was no exception. However, putting on a suit and tie and mingling with politicians and the wealthy was hardly his chosen way to protect this city.
As he gave a few smiles and shared pleasantries, Bruce’s mind was somewhere else entirely/ Of course, this was true most of the time for him. But lately, he couldn’t help but think about the day at the Gotham City Fair just weeks before. There’d been an explosion, screams and the ferris wheel he’d happened to be on was quickly about to crash. He’d been caught with his guard down. Even if he had acted, it wouldn’t have been quick enough. He couldn’t have saved the dozens of people on that ride. Lives would have been lost if it hadn’t been for her.
He hadn’t even seen where she’d come from, but when he felt the ride stop its fast drop to the ground, he locked eyes on her. The dark haired woman was holding the ride up, allowing Bruce time to climb out of his seat and begin helping others out before she was able to let go. He’d been determined to find out who she was, figure out how she did that... Thank her.
Bruce hadn’t even been able to get a name or utter a word to her. By the time it was all over and he had a chance to find her, she was gone. He hadn’t been able to get her off his mind and tonight, surrounded by Gotham’s finest and elite, was no different.
He picked up a glass of wine, taking a sip before he was about to make his way out to the balcony for some air when he caught sight of her. It was her. He was sure of it. She hadn’t been wearing a mask, not like he normally did. He’d gone over the situation so many times that he’d practically memorized her face. Beautiful. Powerful. Kind.
Without even thinking about where he was or the people he was surrounded by, Bruce made his way through the crowd towards her. Once he was near her, he murmured behind her, over her shoulder. “You’re a hard woman to find, you know.”
👀Favorite thing about the muse’s appearance? 🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse? 😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse?
Mun Talks About the Muse (one of my favorite pastimes tbh) || Accepting!
👀Favorite thing about the muse’s appearance?
I was going to say his eyes, but it’s not. Although they are gorgeous eyes. Look at them.
But it’s his eyebrows.
They are just the most darn expressive feature of his entire appearance, and he just wouldn’t be Lance Hunter without those eyebrows.
Sometimes they almost seem to disappear…
And then…
they can be so…
wonderfully…
expressive.
I’m fond. :D
🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse?
He deserved better than canon Hunt*ngbird. He was basically routinely lied to, manipulated, and gaslit by his ex throughout their entire relationship, which culminated in him being knocked out and kidnapped by his best friend when he got into the middle of the coup the two of them were planning. He had extremely legitimate reasons to doubt whether Bobbi ever loved him at all, or whether instead he was just a convenient shag on the side while she used him as a pawn in the work that really mattered to her. He also had extremely legitimate reasons to feel hurt, angry, furious, betrayed, bitter, and indignant about what happened. But instead of ever resolving any of that (which I could possibly have gotten behind), they swept it all under the rug and just threw them back together again. Which makes canon Hunter weak-willed and codependent and ultimately glorifies a relationship that I would tell anyone I cared about to run away from, fast. It’s also, I think, really out of touch with his character. He’s got some self-respect, after all.
I was in recovery from psychological abuse myself when watching AoS, which probably made it hit home particularly deeply. It’s taken me a long time to even be willing to write them attempting to reconcile, and I can really only do it with one dear friend and long-time RP partner.
(Why don’t I tell you how I really feel? -facepalm- Sorry!! People who love canon Hunt*ngbird, you see something there that I don’t see. Do you. Just value yourself enough not to let anyone treat you that way, please.)
😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse?
He’s so very different from me. And I’ve been writing him long enough now that a lot of it comes naturally, but I still struggle in the areas where we are most different - making sure that he is witty enough, flirty enough, that his dialogue is studded with an appropriate quantity of wry pop-culture references (I probably fall short here XD). He’s so much more extroverted and quick-witted than I am; I probably tend more toward earnestness. :D
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Bad Idea- Peter Parker and Diana Prince
Is it too big? Peter observed his reflection in the bathroom mirror, giving his best ‘casual’ smile. In his arms was the largest pizza box he’d ever laid eyes on. Alright, it wasn’t really a pizza box. He’d been up until 5:00 that morning putting together something he could transport a valuable piece of art in, as inconspicuously as possible. Well, the result was somewhat inconspicuous, if you believed people can order 30-inch-diameter pizzas.
Inhale. Exhale. Smile. Don’t look odd. Peter stepped out of the men’s room at the Flugelheim Museum, and started heading up the stairs. All he had to do was find a way to replace the stolen painting he’d recovered from that cat burglar. Piece. Of. Pizza-shaped. Cake.
Corndog - Allie and Diana
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The fair was one of Allie’s favorite things. He loved it all. The sights, the scents, the food and the fun. There was just something about it that evoked the kid in him and he reveled in that. Here he could be goofy and have fun without worrying about others judging him like they typically did.
He’d just purchased a delicious corndog and was about to head down the midway of the fair eating it. He figured he could check out all the games while he stuffed his face with fried goodness on a stick. Of course, plans didn’t always have a way of working out quite the way you wanted them to.
Just as he was about to take a big bite, his attention on the games down the line, he felt himself collide with someone else. In an instant, the scrumptious abomination on a stick hit him in the nose before it broke off and fell to the ground. He blinked, glancing quickly down at the lost food that he would mourn later before he noticed the beautiful woman that he just bumped into.
“Wow, I’m sorry.” He shook his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips before he continued. “What a way to meet, though, huh?”
Ditching the sad remains of his dinner, he offers her his hand. “Alexander Knox. I promise I don’t always run into people with my corndog.”
