#smilingwrxith

[skxrbrand]

Staring at the new glitterified Skarbrand.

"... Love the new look! :D"

SWINGS HIS AXE AT HER.

[ratwhsprs]

@smilingwrxith || cont.

More than once he found himself just… staring. Idly watching, trying not to get wrapped up in what could have happened. It wouldn't help. He'd taken to keeping his gear on around her, but he knew she could tell where his gaze was.

Was there guilt there? Yes. He couldn’t help that either. For as long as his rats had kept an eye on her in that dark, windowless room, he'd never found a way in. Never found a way to get her out. Never found a way to help her… so she'd had to help herself.

Was the mark on her chest part of it? He thought it was a bruise at first, but her healing capabilities wouldn't have left that for this long. He posed a query to the dusty air, not sure if he'd be ignored or brushed off… so he listened attentively when she replied.

His blood chilled. She'd been stabbed? In the heart? But if she “woke up anyway”, did that mean she'd been rescued? …or did it have something to do with her abilities?

“I don’t… think you ever did. I've never seen that mark before now,” he said quietly. “... does it still hurt? It doesn't look comfortable.”

[therxtking]

Cont from X with @smilingwrxith

He can smell it alright, it’s clear as his nose twitches. His instinct is to try and stop her from running, to hold and comfort his friend, checks her for injuries, but he stays where he is. “Hey, it’s okay…” He starts softly. Something is wrong, very wrong, something happened in the months they’d been apart. “I can take care of myself, remember? I… Missed you. Didn’t expect to find you out in these parts but I’m glad I did… Margaret… Are you alright?..”

[byanyan]

@smilingwrxith asked: ♡ (not me wondering how much has changed for this Verse of Marg-)

what byan thinks of your muse

●●○○○ | appreciation for their fashion sense ●●●●● | affection ●●●●● | interest ●●●●● | loyalty ●●●●○ | trust

low | ●●●●● | high

ㅤㅤ" disappeared for five years 'r not, came back different 'r not, marg's still my big sis no matter what. be awful hypocritical'a me if any'a that changed just 'cause she got worse. "

a beat.

ㅤㅤ" ...please let me take ya shoppin' though, i'm beggin'— you've always had a decent foundation with the punky vibe, but it could still use a little work. a bit'a love, y'know? "

[velvet500]

👌!! (I know we're alright kinda there but I LOVE WHERE THEY'RE GOING SO FAR I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT-))

SIMPLE SHIPPING MEME!!

A PLATONIC relationship between our muses!

I love them, your honor. They're so goddamn funny together and also just a couple of weirdos. I could see Coyote coming clean to Marge and maybe even opening up to her about their past. But also, they should get into trouble together. It would be funny.

[masterrofmagnetism]

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜ Said while already lighting a blunt-

A sideways glance followed by a raised eyebrow. His tone of voice would not betray his stoic demeanour.

“Not unless you don’t intend to share. I know manners are a lost art with your generation. I am surprised you asked.”

[replicae]

💬 :3

Send a 💬 to hear how my muse feels about yours.

"Marg? Oh, I like her. You wouldn't think it from looking at her but that's a smart little cookie right there. Absolute barrel of laughs." Zeno chuckles. He meant what he said about her. Marg was a unique person and it might have been funny to others that the finely-dressed businessman could get along so well with somebody who was anything but. She was wild, had a devil-may-care attitude towards what anybody thought of her and it was precisely that what made him like her so much. "Trouble is, she's got a penchant for ruining my nice white suits. She likes getting bloody every time I send her on a mission I'd rather not do myself but she always pulls through. A bit of dry-cleaning is nothing compared to that and honestly, she makes things fun. Never a dull moment with her around. If only my food could say the same..." Zeno's suits were the only thing in danger around Marg. She had a habit of grabbing food, particularly the unhealthy stuff like pizza and snatching a bite right out of his hands. He remembered all the times he did that to people when he'd been younger and supposed it was the universe's way of karma or whatever the hell they called it.

[velvet500]

"where did you learn to do that?"

↪ MORBIDCURIOSITY ...[REMASTERED]

"I'm a vampire. Like the ones that were all over TV and internet in the 2000s. I'm not immortal and I don't need to drink blood to survive, but I'm a vampire. Got crazy reflexes and a cool motorcycle to show for it, though." Their tenor laden with sarcasm as they momentarily broke their focus to talk over their shoulder at Marge.

Coyote's aim hadn't failed once as they played darts incorrectly. A handful of darts and all of them had been skillfully thrown into the bullseye, crowding and leaving a smaller and smaller margin for error. "Careful, Midge. I might creep up from behind and bite you on the neck... Okay. I may have lied. I gained such dexterity by watching a bunch of Bruce Lee movies as a kid."

"Okay, I was partially telling the truth. I did watch a lot of Bruce Lee movies." The final dart barely fit into the remaining space as it hit the board. "Yeah, bitch." A loud exhale.

They walked over to pull the darts out of the board. "Natural inclination plus I've had a lot of aim practice from my hours at the range. I could probably launch a ping-pong ball square into the center of your cleavage from across the room. Want me to prove it?"