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Wait?! Where Am I? - (Open Starter)
Peter squinted his eyes underneath his mask, a headache instantly brewing at the suits malfunctions. “S-sorry!!” He grinned beneath his mask, vision completely obliterated. He was looking to get back to Stark Towers but it wasn’t going well.
Meditation Can’t Fix That... (OPEN TO MUTUALS AND NON MUTUALS)
Stephen was meditating when he’d heard a loud knock. Before he had a chance to stand up, he’d heard it again, more frantically. Annoyed, the man had marched to the door, ready to tell his visitor to bug off. He hadn’t had company in awhile, so it was safe to say he was surprised to see a familiar face at his door. Covered in blood?!
“What happened?” He demanded more than asked.
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(This starter is for Canon Characters only *in the marvel universe*! It is open to Mutuals and Non-Mutuals alike! You don’t have to use gifs, or crop anything! I’m not a picky Mun <3 Can have more than one thread as well!)
(Have an OC? Give this post a like instead of reblogging and I’ll keep a mental note to throw down a starter for OCs!)
The Last Question - OPEN TO NON-MUTUALS
Tony was trying his best to get out of that damn press horde. They were constantly up his ass, needless to say, he was tired of it. Rolling his eyes he looked back into the crowd one last time. “I’ll take ONE LAST QUESTION. No more after that for god’s sake.” Tony groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
From: Anonymous - Open Starker (I mean Starter)
Peter started feverishly laughing as he reread the card in his hand.
'To: Mr. Stark' Good start, there was no way he would figure out who wrote it.
'Hello sir, my name is Bubblebooberry. I am deeply in love with that fine tooshy. In fact, I would love it if your fine tooshy was smashing my ultra fine tooshy into hell. Can I get a yeet?' Peter started laughing even harder.
'On a more serious note, you are very handsome, sir. Since this is Anonymous, there is no way of you knowing who this is from. It isn't as if you have seen my writing. Wait... I don't think you have? Anyways! Your personality matches your body, it's absolutely brilliant.' Peter's face went a bit red at that part, but he continued reading.
'Sincerely, Bubblebooberry with the ultra fine tooshy.'
Peter’s eyes went a bit wide as he heard someone entering the house. He set the note down on the table and shot a web onto the side of the wall so he could watch from outside of the building.
{Closed}
Loki looked surprised when he saw a face he didn’t immediately want to punch in the Avenger’s Headquarters. “Strange.” Loki greeted the other quietly, noting the bags under the others eyes.
He furrowed his brows, raising his hand to touch the other’s shoulder. “Are you alright? They will work you to death if you allow them...” He would know.
@xstrange
Private Party - (OPEN STARTER)
(This rp is only open to canon characters: Mutuals not required, this could be our first interaction if you like, don’t be shy <3 I don’t bite : please note that mun may take awhile to respond sometimes <3 )
Stephen set his glass of whiskey down, a huge grin on his face. “I can dance.”
His breath reeked of alcohol, you’d be a fool to think he was sober. If the smell wasn’t enough to prove it, his dance moves sure would. He would NEVER in a million YEARS be caught dead dancing like he currently was.
“I’d like to see you try to top that.”
Something Strange - OPEN
Stephen frowned, stunned when he saw a familiar face stumbling through his doors all beaten to hell. “What... happened to you?” He remained still, staring at the other from across the room.
(Canon Characters only please~)
“You’re looking rather pale.” ( @peter parker )
Peter slipped his mask off after seeing all of the bad guys had been obtained and it was just him and Mr. Stark. His head snapped up at the sound of the other's voice, a bead of sweat dripping from his face. "Maybe a little dehydrated." To say a little was an understatement, Peter could barely stand he was so exhausted and sweaty.
