#hearhimwhisper

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hearhimwhisper

      I'm looking for Medusa. Which way is she?

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Heya, Black Bolt--er, you're here for Reed right? And no fighting?

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           ɪt is not a good feeling to hear words like that from a loved one,            although he imagines that it must be a worse feeling to have to            say something like that. blackagar blinks slowly, frown growing.            he wishes that he could offer words of comfort, but he knows that            can not happen. 

           ɪnstead, he moves silently along the bedside, his arm wrapping            around her. he gently tips her chin with his thumb to lift her head            up. running his thumb along her cheek, he shakes his head. her            heart is far from empty. if anything, it’s overabundant with love.            blackagar learns this everyday from her, over and over. a light            smile finds its place on his face, and he shakes his head again.            her heart is far from empty, he will reiterate, and hold her just            a little more closely than before; there isn’t much more he can do.

             Medusa pressed herself into him, taking in a deep breath and letting              it out with a shaky sigh. She knew that what he was communicating              to her was true, but she still couldn't help but feel this way. She had               lost so much so quickly, and what she had gotten back was severely              damaged. Their trust in each other, their son, their brother. Their family              was so damaged, but it was not beyond repair...              Tears formed in her eyes, but before they felt she shut them. She was              Queen now, still -- would be for a short amount of time, until Blackagar              and their people were ready for their King again... she must be strong. 

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✿ → Why did you pick your Muse?

okay, let's rewind all the way back to the conversation of me and sam having.

i told sam i didn't know much about bruce banner other than the movies and i already knew that it didn't feel right? there's gotta be something more to him than that's going on. so sam went on a long talk about hulks, bruce, and jen and her likes and dislikes with bruce banner's portrayal. this made me want to read the comics from the beginning cause i really wanted to know how it compares.

so i downloaded the first issues in the 60s and sassy bruce banner is really great. the movies follow the early issues and that's understandable. i still think they made him too heroic, too meek, and bruce has always been a little fucked up from the beginning.

the more i read, the more i got attached to him. he's very different from my other muses i had before him: johnny storm, ted kord, foggy nelson (not so much henry russo)... and at the same time not really? his strength to carry on through the toughest of shit, to say 'fuck you' to the face of death, to stand tall even when he feels like he's going to break. all that is great, those are all the characters i admire the most and love to roleplay.

personality wise, he's very different. i'm not much of a sarcastic person in real life to be honest. sure i'll make some sarcastic comments here and there, but i'm not oozing it. i make really bad, rather childish jokes or just laugh at everything. so bruce is definitely a different turn.

i dunno how i got attached to him. the more i wrote for him, the more i connected with him. he's a great character with so many dimensions and knowing me, i love giving characters different dimensions and digging the bits and pieces out of them. 

playing him is really fun, though. i enjoy his different sides and how he reacts to different people. hates all the people who hurt him or his family in the past, obsesses over the women in his life, and caring to a select few. 

so yeah. there you go.

how about you, gerg?

[vidithearchive]

Dadimus Boltagon: RRRRRRR I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN

brother dearest please die: YOU DON'T MEAN THAT

Dadimus Boltagon: I MEAN EVERY SYLLABLE

brother dearest please die: THAT IS NOT NICE

Dadimus Boltagon: I AM NOT NICE

brother dearest please die: STOP BEING NOT NICE

Dadimus Boltagon: NEVER

brother dearest please die: YES

Dadimus Boltagon: NOLO

brother dearest please die: NOLO???

Dadimus Boltagon: THE OPPOSITE OF HUMAN YOLO

brother dearest please die: WHAT IS HUMAN YOLO

Dadimus Boltagon: I

Dadimus Boltagon: AM NOT SURE

Dadimus Boltagon: SOMETHING STUPID

brother dearest please die: IS IT LIKE THE OREO

brother dearest please die: OR YOYO, MAYBE

Dadimus Boltagon: IT SEEMS TO BE A SAYING AMONG CHILDKIN

Dadimus Boltagon: A PROCLAMATION

brother dearest please die: WHAT IS THE PURPOSE

Dadimus Boltagon: AS I STATED, MOST LIKELY SOMETHING IDIOTIC

brother dearest please die: OH

brother dearest please die: WHAT ABOUT "SWAG"

Dadimus Boltagon: SOME SORT OF SOCIAL STATUS I BELIEVE

brother dearest please die: VERY INTERESTING

Dadimus Boltagon: NOT INTERESTING HUMANS ARE STUPID

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hearhimwhisper replied to your post

ur playing a zombie???

yes 

i'mma eat ur brains 

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hearhimwhisper

                 Inhuman. Strong -- threat. These all rang out                  to her as she looks upon the larger man. She                  has met another Inhuman before but he was                  easy to detain. This one? She is not so sure                  she would survive an assault from. 

                   Instead of allowing such thoughts to process                    through her features a simple, "Hello." is said. 

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hearhimwhisper 

                  The Queen  had not been sleeping well of late.    The combined                        strain  of  her  duties  and  having  Max here had been weighing on                        her heavily.   More than she would have liked to admit.   So as she                        lay in her bed, eyes heavy but mind reeling, the sound of footsteps                       approaching were as clear as a bell. Picking a robe up off the floor,                       Medusa moved to greet the person.        It was probably one of the                       healers,   coming to tell her about Max.   Though at this hour,   she                       couldn't be sure.     When she opened the door,     she greeted the                       person with a stern voice.                     ' Really, It's very late -- '                        When her eyes met her husbands, she stopped; her whole body                       frozen to the spot.   Of all people,     she was not expecting him.