george and john but theyre colorful and gay #pridemonth
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george and john but theyre colorful and gay #pridemonth
Looking for SentryAgent or Bob/John. I would also be interested in WinterSentry or Bob/Bucky. I would be looking to write as Bob, so this is a search for a John or a Bucky.
I have a few vague plotty thoughts but I am keen for us to come up with something together. Please don’t be a passive or echoing plotter.
As a writer, I typically hit novella for bigger scenes and more relaxed moments I prefer shorter multi-paragraph replies. I have no real triggers, so I am hoping to match up with someone who is interested in exploring gritty themes and not shying away from the MCU’s darker moments.
Smut is fine with me or we can FTB if you aren’t interested.
I love these characters and their bonds outside of romantic scenes, so I am more than willing to write as side characters and explore these relationships, such as Olivia. I would also like to find someone who is equally willing to write these side characters, with us taking turns to write the Thunderbolts becoming a family.
I can reply daily to multiple times daily on discord due to WFH at the moment, so please only reach out if you can also respond regularly.
I’m 25+ so I am only looking for 20+ writers.
Email is preferred but I do have discord and I am willing to use that too, just let me know.
Like if you are interested and I will DM you. Please do not like this advert if you aren’t a roleplayer.
Bob
Big. Brown. Fluffy. I swear hes a Maine Coon. He wandered onto my property a few weeks ago. He didn't look very hungry, or lost, or like he even had a care in the world. He looked like he owned the place, prancing about it all regal like. A king over his dominion.
He perched himself upon my porch rail and just looked at me. I felt like he was judging me, the way he narrowed his eyes, crouching down on the rail for a better look. Eventually, he grew uninterested in my presence and made a small circle around his position on the rail before hopping down.
There on the porch floor he sprawled himself out, soaking up the warm rays of the sun. It shimmered off his fur, and his tail pat against the floor in contentment. He looked like quite the happy kitty.
Such a big brown boy he was, with nary a care. Every morning it was the same with him. He even ate the scraps I left for him on the porch at night. Mornings were spent leisurely sun basking, ignoring one another, and just being at peace with the world.
One day I took a book and a seat in the sun, intent on lazing away my morning with a bad romance. To my shock, the cat took offense to my book that day, and leapt up onto my lap. He was not a light thing, had to be 25 pounds at the very least. He kneaded my knees and stuck his tail under my nose and meowed. Even his meows were big for a cat. Like tiny roars. I had half a thought this were some hybrid of bobcat and house cat from his size and his voice.
Eventually, he turned in my lap, forced a nuzzle against my chin, and even bit a moment at my beard before twisting around again. Pet me, he demanded. So I did.
I scratched his ears and raked my nails over his back and to the base of his tail, causing him to stretch up on his toes with delight. His purrs were loud as well, like a rumbling engine. He was big all around. Nothing scared him. Not the shot of a gun or the roar of a truck. He was content in his kingdom, and nothing was going to deter him from his comfort in it.
He plopped himself down in my lap, ever purring as his tail ever patted, and I was finally able to go back to my book.
I don't know where he came from or why he was here of all places to be, but I enjoyed his company. Besides, I had been thinking of getting a cat recently.
I named him Bob.
He was practically the size of a small bobcat anyways.
It just keeps happening
doodles!!!!!!!
colorful george and john!!!!!!
tiny tw for blood & body horror(?)!!!!!!!!
doodles!
its the “spot the pedo” game! play it with your friends!!
(BIG HINT: IT’S THE TWO FUCKING BASTARDS FROM 2013 AND NOT FUNKY BLOCK MEN THEY JUST HAVE SIMILAR DESIGNS AND I AM TRAUMATIZED!!!)