#runninginblind

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

Send 👕 or 'shirt' for receiver's reaction to seeing sender wearing their shirt

“Strange…” He let out a rasped chuckle from what a sight he was seeing, adding a low whistle to it. “Why does that shirt look so goddang familiar to me…?” That single brown iris eyed his lover up and down, almost like a meal from the way the hem of his shirt hung by Scott’s thighs.

“I don’t recall my closet door being open.”

[redbritishsniper]

Send me a ✘ for my muse's reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch. (Chris)

Natasha simply shook her head but a soft smile formed on her face as she was greeted by the sight of her lover asleep on her couch upon returning to her apartment from the supermarket. He insisted on making dinner for them so she went out to buy the ingredients for him.

She set the bags on the counter before making her way towards the living space. Natasha sat on the table and watched his sleeping figure with content and love in her eyes. Finally she poked him in the stomach with the tip of her foot. "Chris darling. Wake up."

[stop-pressing-e]

@running-in-blind requested me to draw their OC with mine in his alter ego side and I enjoyed it. Thank you darling!

[seducing-french-gentlemen]

Small hands clutch at his fathers jacket sleeve as blue eyes look around in mild fear

"Pa... I don't want ta go ovah dere... they are scary."

@running-in-blind

"Scary?" The younger Rogue chuckled softly. "My dear, what is so scary hm?" He kneeled down, petting his son's hair. "You're a big brave boy, aren't you?"

[four-blu-engies]

@running-in-blind

Buck grinned when he saw the Scout. “Hey, pardner. You as good at baseball as th’ other Scouts? I’ve been dyin’ for somebody t’ throw a few pitches with. Need t’ work out th’ old arm, y’know?” He lobbed a baseball, underhand, to the younger man. There was an old, worn mitt under his arm. As he pulled it out and put it on his left hand, he grinned sheepishly. “Go easy on me. I’m not as young as I was, okay?”

[hellroused]

in an effort to take down some of the more... niche teams from mann co, gray mann had started to manufacture bots that resemble the members from the nearly endless teams. laramin, the seven-foot demon from hell, was no exception.

his robotic body double laid dormant in the rubble. it hadn’t moved in forever since the sheet metal crushed him into the pile of debris; it was a miracle that it was still in one piece. it would lay there for what would seem like millennia before an outside force removed its sheet metal blanket.

suddenly, the larabot sprung to life. it hopped up on its own two feet - odd, since most medicbots only have a wheel for legs - and pulled out its only offensive weapon: the syringe gun.

@running-in-blind​ // from here

[sexbonk]

   “Haha! BabyBLU..”    @running-in-blind​

[blu-balaclava]

Winged Spy - RP

@running-in-blind

Continuation of this

For a moment, Jean-Pierre could only stare at Scott as he processed the younger man’s reaction. He had been expecting a more negative response. Maybe some screaming, or at the very least a “what the hell are those”. They were the reactions he had gotten the few times anyone else had discovered his wings. To have the Scout sound... excited, as if Spy had shown him a cool trick, instead of accidentally exposing an inhuman mutation, was confusing. 

He looked down at the feather in Scott’s hand, and yes, it was indeed one of his own feathers. It was no surprise it had drawn Scott’s attention, being much bigger and better cared for than any bird feather he was likely to find in the wild. 

“Je perds des plumes?” He said, still in enough shock from his teammate’s unexpected reaction that he didn’t realize that he had reverted to his native French. “Je me demande ce qui a pu causer ça?”

He realized that he wasn’t paying proper attention to the situation, something would normally get him killed, and he quickly snapped his attention back to Scott. “Yes, that is one of mine.” He confirmed. “Now you know why I always wear my suit, even when it is ‘freakin’ hot’. I would appreciate it if you kept it to yourself, though. If I wanted everyone to know about my wings, I would not keep them covered all the time. You may keep the feather if you wish, but don’t tell anyone where you got it, d’accord?”