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It’s that time again! For my new followers/rp partners: This is not a call out. This is me making sure I have the most updated and accurate list of Baz’s active threads. This is also a way for my rp partners to let me know if they need to drop something, or if I’ve misplaced  a thread.

This is a reoccurring thing. A post like this will be posted once a month. Because I like being helpful and I like everyone being on the same page to avoid unnecessary stress for all parties involved.

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If our thread is not listed here and you still wish to continue it, please send an ask letting me know. If our thread is listed and you no longer wish to continue it, please send an ask letting me know.  I will NEVER EVER bitch at you or hold it against you if you need/want to drop a thread. 

Thanks my sweetlings!

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Lunch Time

Lunch time. The one time of the day when the hanger is...mostly empty.  Just a few mechs here and there. Working through lunch because their behind. But Baz never has that problem. She’s never behind. Granted its because she can fix things twice if not three times as fast as the others here but....ehhh whose counting. 

It’s a small ego boost. Getting to watch them bust their asses, while she enjoys the finer things in life. Like lunch. Lunch that mom is actually home this week to make. Which means a roast beef, homemade jalapeno mayo, onions and Gouda cheese stacked a mile high between rye bread sandwich. Oh and pickle chips. Can’t forget those.

                    S c o r e. 

A lunch like this deserves a much better view than her work bench, so she goes to find somewhere better. Somewhere better may or may not of course be just inside one of the docking bay doors. Nice view of the middle of no where landscape that surrounds HQ. Feet swinging off the edge, as she carefully pulls out her sandwich; giggling like a pre-teen that just got tickets to the latest and greatest concert.

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7 & 17 !

Ask me about my OC! Status: Acceptin’

7: What does your OC look for in a friend? Do they value friendship a lot?

Baz doesn’t really ‘look’ for friends. Friends just end up landing inhis proverbial lap and stick around. And some how or other manage to worm there way in enough for him to care about them.

Yes. He values it a lot. One reason he doesn’t have very many.

17: Do they have any guilty pleasures? They embarrassed about them? Do they flaunt them?

Not really no. Baz is sort of well…he likes what he likes and the rest of the world can fuck right off.

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@fubvr liked this for a starter

Loki strode through the apparently deserted corridors of the SHIELD facility, allowing the illusion he had cast upon himself to give him the appearance of a SHIELD agent melt away as he walked. He was fully aware that this was almost certainly being recorded by multiple cameras at once, but he didn’t care. What he was about to do would be obvious once the organisation realised it had been tricked into an emergency evacuation of the facility, and it had been too long since he had taken credit for his deeds. 

Working in the shadows was becoming dull, and he would much rather have the knowledge that he was not dead discovered on his own terms rather than being discovered by chance. With this in mind, he deliberately made the transition from illusion to reality much more showy than needed; unnecessary green shimmering surrounded his form as it changed much more slowly than it would normally. 

He allowed himself a small smile but this quickly faded as he turned a corner and spotted a figure in the corridor in front of him. He let out a hiss of frustration but did not break his stride. He has allowed more than enough time for a full evacuation to take place before making his way inside the facility, why was this woman still here? One human was nothing he could not handle, but nonetheless, it made him question whether he should have been so arrogant in assuming his plan had no flaws. 

“What are you doing here?”