I followed you because you are an awesome rper. And you play two of my favorite marvel characters. So it's like a double win. :D
here have my favorite gif of those two <3
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I followed you because you are an awesome rper. And you play two of my favorite marvel characters. So it's like a double win. :D
here have my favorite gif of those two <3
"I may have been admiring you not so secretly, Dami."
"…thank you for letting me know, I suppose?" He replied slowly, blinking in surprise.
"Though it does make sense that you would choose to admire me." Damian replied, a smug smirk quirking his lips upwards. "I suppose you too, Timothy, had certain…desirable attributes."
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-for a diary entry about your muse.
"Red casebook entry #4098.
Timothy and I attended a gala tonight. Well, I suppose I should say that he and I arrived at one. We departed midway through the event. As we were leaving, I accidentally caught Father’s eye. He looked disapproving - a normal expression for things regarding Timothy. I thought, upon seeing that emotion on his features, that I would change my mind and stay at the party. But I did not feel guilty in the least. In fact, I felt strangely angry, and became determined to leave faster. Even now, my opinion has not changed.
I am uncertain why this is. I have never particularly liked going against Father’s wishes, but…I… -Tt.- What am I saying? I sound emotional and sappy like Grayson.
I will be deleting this.”
timothyluthor started following you
Dave flicks his shades up, eyeing the darkness around him. A random jump had dropped him in the night time of an unknown city. He slips out of the alley way and almost bowls over someone. "Shit! Sorry." His shades go skittering across the sidewalk.
"Get over it, Damian..."
"What the hell, Timothy!? How is it possible that you have the nerve to suggest I merely ‘get over it?’ Ugh!” Damian snarled, gesturing wildly. “You, of all people, should know that I do not overlook things easily.”
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♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection
((Because Damian denies there are any ‘tips’ on getting him to like you, (saying “I do not like anyone”) I have to answer this one. If you want his romantic affection, you have to listen and pay attention to him. Almost everyone assumes that he keeps everything bottled up, but that isn’t entirely true. He drops subtle hints about being upset/angry/sad all the time, and it will certainly help if you are able to pick up on them. Damian would definitely be very pleasantly surprised.))
♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures
"I have an abnormal liking for extremely warm weather. As a child, the league never stayed in one location for long; but one of my favorite locations was the desert. It is, without a doubt, the habitat that I find most adequate. Thus, on warm days, I make an excuse to be left alone and wander onto the manor’s roof. And I may do so without a shirt."
♞ for something that my muse wants to do
"I have always wanted to do something dreadful at one of those terribly boring galas I am forced to attend. Not one of Father’s, of course, because that would make him very angry. I do not know what I would do, but the press would be ravaged.”
♟ for something my muse admires
"…the ability to express oneself. It is something I have never been able to do."
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Damian had heard the soft knock on the door. After being confined to the manor since his revival, he heard everything that happened within its walls (Father said it was for his own good. Damian said it was torturous confinement).
Without a sound, Damian went over to the entryway of the main corridor, where the front entrance of the grand home was, and peered around it. He saw Alfred standing at the door, which was opened just slightly, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Pennyworth." He hissed, attracting the butler's attention, "tell me who is at the door." Damian never asked for things nowadays. He wasn't intending to be rude, it was just that...he wasn't all there.
Alfred looked alarmed for a brief moment, before he cleared his throat and replied, "it is young Master Timothy, sir. Though I have explained that you are not feeling well and are unfit for company."
Damian's eyebrows furrowed. Did he know a Timothy? Yes, he did...he thought so, at least. He had to investigate. "I demand you let him in."
"Sorry but no one is allowed in during lunch time. That includes all guests of employees, members of other companies, and sons of other companies' bosses simply due to our terms and regulations." And Tony squints his eyes at the receptionist that was steadily looking away. "All meetings are through appointment and appointment only unless you are the military and you are prepared to go to court."