#oneofthetechs

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Flan

Flan: Curiosity

I don't know what muse this is for, but I'm guessing Jarvis? J is curious about him too, even if he doesn't admit it.

But if it's for Tony, it's mutual too. He's curious about who exactly this man is.

[themerrymutants]

Haphephobia

Send me a phobia you could see my muse(s) having

Haphephobia: a morbid fear of being touched.

//I could see it with Erik.

[themerrymutants]

♖

My muse has recently been in an accident that has left them blind. Send me ♖ for what they would say to yours when our muses meet next.

"I really fucked up this time," Danielle muttered wheeling herself in. "At least they're safe. At least I hope they are. I'm not allowed anywhere near them, they're worried I did it. Like hell I'd hurt the people who could fix me. Know anyone who can forge this like birth certificate, social security number, credit score etc? I'm afraid my birth certificate, if I even had one, was destroyed in one of the world wars, not to mention I'm wanted just about everywhere for a bit of everything."

Part of her figured he was thinking she'd gotten what she'd deserved for all of her crimes. Though another hoped he realized that she'd tried to protect them. Not that she could do it as well as she once had but hopefully it had been enough.

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"Erm…okay?"

"Are you okay?"

[captstella-archive-blog]

     "That's a kind of dumb question, don't you think? I don't know who to trust. I'm not -- I'm not good at this spying stuff. Give me something to hit over these shadow games, any day."

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✖ Tony

Send ✖ for my muse to do an impression of your muse

"Hi, I'm Matthew and I wear stiff suits and don't have any fun. Boooo."

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oneofthetechs replied to your post:

Okay, I’ll just move it to a proper threat, do avoid the ask thingy :0

Awesome opossum!

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oneofthetechs replied to your post:

Not sure if you want me to answer this :))

You are more than welcome to!

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Matthew jumped out of his skin at the sound of the scream, reaching for a gun he no longer had. For a few moments he wondered where he was and what was going on, who was being tortured, only to realize he'd fallen asleep in his new boss's office. It was him who was screaming like he was lit on fire and Matt found himself stumped, uncertain of what he should do. "Wake up," he said forcefully, moving closer and resting his hands on the other's shoulders. "'You're okay. I promise. You're safe!"

Your muse hears mine screaming in their sleep. How does yours react?

It was one of the rare times that Sam had gotten so tired that his body literally shut him down. He'd been lounging on the couch in his office with the door cracked, and during some point he'd seemed to have fallen asleep on said couch. Though it seemed the nights when his body had to force him to sleep, it was when the nightmares were the worst. When the immense survivors guilt tore him up. And so there he was, on the Grid, the pulsing blue light around him as he looked at his lost father's face for the last time.

And he wasn't just screaming... he was crying. Incoherently begging. Begging his father to come with him. Though when a hand touched his shoulder, his eyes snapped open, his body tensed, and in seconds his mind threw his body on the defense. He'd gripped Matthew's wrist, whipped up from his sleeping position, and turned Matthew around as he wrenched his arm behind his back.

It was only then Sam snapped to reality, seeing what he'd done that he quickly released the other. "J-Jesus fucking christ.... s-sorry..." he said, stepping back and running a shaking hand through his hair. Tears were still rolling down Sam's face, and he only just noticed. Also, it was probably far more apparent now that Sam was not your average CEO. This probably meant he'd have some explaining to do. Generally people like Sam didn't have the skins or instant reflex to disarm a person.