#whatimprojecting

[buckytm]

@whatimprojecting​ asked: 🛡️ a  starter  where  my  muse  protects  yours  from  a  fight.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  protect  mine. )

EMOJI MEME STARTERS

bullets ping through the air, a barrage that dots out the wall behind them. bucky flings his arm up as he charges into the fray. casings ricochet away from the metal plates as he sucks  &  dodges his way toward his team member.  

❛  --- get down!  ❜  he shouts. weapon up, bucky takes two shots of his own. their opponents fall, one out of the gallery  & the other crumpled behind a makeshift turret.  he drops his gun down to his hip  &  cocks a solid left hook across his body to make swift contact with a jaw.  

❛  hang in there.  might wanna fire up that force field while we’re thinking about it.  ❜  

[trustedsense-archive]

💡PUNCH!! @whatimprojecting

A low grunt pushes past the Spider’s lips when the force of the other’s punch knocks him back a good couple inches. ‘ Amazing you’ve managed to land a punch... good job you want a cookie? ‘ Green lenses narrow at the other before Peter shoots a few webs at the others face.

[hipstcrviking]

[text] we’re perfectly in sink

[TXT] speech-to-text is brilliant isn’t it?[TXT] alright then

[MMS] -he sends a picture of himself standing in a sink, the angle is awful and he looks to be in a restaurant kitchen-

[rockingthe45]

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? (tell me what the elderly keep on hand these days)

                                   ★ ☆ ★ Character Headcanons: open ★ ☆ ★

Steve reaches into his pockets and pulls out a number of small objects, “Phone, knife, wallet,” he gently touches the next object, “compass.” 

He reaches into another pocket, “small sketchpad, pencil, and a couple of mints candies.”

[buryme-withmyspurs]

sentence starters II  “You know those days when you’re like ‘this might as well happen’?” [[woooooo]] II @whatimprojecting​

"uh-huh, sure,” she says, grabbing him by the back of his arm so that she might pull him to his feet and keep him steady.  “but today ain’t it, pardner.  go on ‘n brush your shoulders off.”

[praevii]

“I think I’ll manage.”

“Ready to give it a try, then?” Dr. Octavius smiled and detached the soft sensors from her fingers so Robbie could have a turn controlling the soft silicone arm on the lab table. “We’ve gotten the basic movements down, but it lacks finesse.” There was an array of objects laid out next to the arm- a child’s wooden shape-sorting puzzle, an empty aluminum can, a metronome. So far success in handling them via the control sensors had been limited. She’d figure it out, but it wasn’t as responsive, strong, or dextrous as she would’ve liked. “Just let me know if you need a hand.”