#hcgwild

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💖💛 💚 💙

[[ THANK<3 ]] Send a heart and I’ll tag at least five people who

💖 : Inspire me

@technoheart @evilheinz @mayhemics @hcg-wild @tornhonored

💛 : Make me laugh

@alice-underlend @hcroworth @transcendingspaceandtime @kolyatkrics @queenlybxnes

💚 : Brighten my day when I see them

@junkrat-explosions @legacy-hero @hellwrcith @making-rcpairs @badtothebomb

💙 : Support me (This one is going to be a repeat I think haha!)

@alice-underlend @hcg-wild @kolyatkrics @transcendingspaceandtime @scarslookgood

[augmentedbrilliance-blog]

called out;;

couldnt resist this from @hcg-wild

[ text; Rutledge Mako ]: only if you promise not to kill me

[ text; Rutledge Mako ]: you have an impressive track record. i dont want to be a name on that list. ok? please? thank you.

[robotfamiliar]

@hcg-wild ( X )

He peeps, as if grunting with effort....

Ganymede eventually gives up, settling down and letting himself drift down to the ground... His chest is heaving, as if that really took a lot of energy to do...

[mykcnos]

@hcg-wild has stepped up.

“You know, for such a terrifyin’ dude-- believe me, I’m scared shitless-- you’d think they’d make yer’ wanted poster more... You.” 

[nxtjoel]

Jamison had achieved a great vantage point as he called fro Mako to enter. His eyes had a bewitching glint in them as he heard the other’s heavy steps. As he saw Mako enter he smirked to himself and jumped. “Geronimo!” The deranged Aussie yelled as he then landed onto his bodyguard. “Ello~” He cooed in Mako’s ear.

@hcg-wild

[ikcrvs-blog]

Closed @hcg-wild

Skillful eyes scanned the dark, his footsteps fairly silent in all but the occasional stumble over debris and the curse the followed it. One moment he had returned home, bored with the mortal plane, the next he was wandering a wasteland. He wasn’t sure if it was just this place that was left barren or not, but he hated it already. It seemed so empty; how could he have fun when there were no humans to mess with?

Scowl touched his lips, eyes glaring at his clawed feet. There was no way he’d ruin his good clothes here... A sound made him pause, head cocking to the side and eyes calmly glancing around. Unfortunately the spot he’d wandered into was so full of junk it’d be easy to hide there. With a swift swipe of his hand a blade materialized; slender fingers curled around the cold, black hilt and he adjusted his position to prepare for a confrontation. The plasma blade cast green light over him, matching up perfectly with the green smoke that freely flowered from the gapes in his chest cavity.

Nothing about him spoke normal, so he was curious as to what kind of reaction he’d draw up... Or perhaps it’d be too dark for a human to tell.

Hopefully it was just a human.

[xmisericors]

continued from here  // @hcg-wild

“Maybe I am simply eager to have your attention,” she mused in return, her cheeks rosey from being flustered. So bold! Hopefully he mistook her blushing as a result from the cold air. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I wish I had gloves though.” 

The doctor took careful steps through the snow, more than happy to be by his side. “The snow is beautiful isn’t it?” Angela said a few moments later, brushing some of the snow off his back as well. “At least until it piles up in front of your door.” 

[xmisericors]

✉

Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did. 

< txt : ❤my hog   >  Jamison found my stash of herbal tea bags and now I keep mysteriously running out. Is there anything you could do about that? 

< txt :❤my hog >  I like the way you hold me, I wish I could spend more nights with you. 

< txt : ❤my hog >  I think about the muscles in your arms a lot, is that bad? 

< txt : ❤my hog >  If you ever want to use my bath .  . . 

< txt : ❤my hog > I wish there was more I could do for you, for your homeland, for your family and friends but I am so limited with what I have. I wish I could help you. 

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< txt : ❤my hog  > Jamison has a cut on his lower butt-cheek that he won’t let me heal. He said something about having a cool scar- but I am afraid it might be infected. Could you give him some medicine for me?

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