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//I can't sleep so hit my DM if ya'll wanna plot and rp.
Starter for @born-to-be-mischievous
It was not the sort of mission that the Soldier had been expecting.
When his handlers had awoken him from his long, icy slumber, he had sat there in his private, hidden chambers, strapped into his chair, and accepted his orders. He was to train a promising recruit - not a spy mission, not an assassination, but a training. Another Soldier, perhaps, or a partner to work alongside him. It would be fruitful for the both of them, he had been assured, in order to keep them both well coordinated, and at their best - the more they learned about one another, the more they learned about the enemy in the West, the more efficient they would be. So, they had cleaned him up and outfitted him in the best tactical gear they could, and escorted him to an actual room on the base where this training would commence.
The complex was sprawling and deep in the Siberian wilderness. The Red Room, officially, didn't exist, but so did a lot of things that the Soviet government chose not to discuss. He himself was a myth, after all, a legend, a boogeyman conjured up by the intelligence community at large. Here, they could train countless operatives - Widows, Soldiers, anyone else that the Kremlin needed to continue their clandestine war against the West. But if they were to have him train this woman, then she was something special indeed. To be kept out of the ice, given a room on the base, like a man rather than a weapon - it was important. This was important. He knew he would likely still be stored away when this was over - he was meant to be used as needed, efficiently.
He'd been instructed to dispense with his mask, and instead, was ordered to the training room as is, face on full display. They'd trimmed his hair, and so, he stood here in the training ring. All around him were weapons he was familiar with - anything suitable for hand to hand combat, including himself. Later, there would be active mission training in the field, training in tactics - but today, the request had been to test her combat skills first - and see how they fit together.
MCU RP
Looking for an MCU RP yet again!
I’m looking for a Bucky or Sam to write against my Steve or Natasha. Open to all kinds of themes: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, A/B/O.
If you’re interested, either send a DM or contact me on Discord at Stevie#5551. Please only message me if you’re 18+!
Hi! I’m looking for some long term rp partners!
I’ve been roleplaying for about 7 years now, I write third person paragraph format. I’m not too picky when it comes to plot so please lay down all of your ideas! I am currently looking for:
•Bucky/Natasha
•Bucky/sam
•Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow (+ the winter soldier)
I also have several ideas! I’m most interested in plots with a lot of angst and hurt/comfort. I like plots involving hurt/comfort, angst, Nonsexual ageplay, abuse recovery, multiple AUs, canon, and many more situations! if you have something in mind, let me know! If you are interested, ask me questions on here, or message me on tumblr (dirtmuse) or discord (Mushroom#3962)
WELCOME BACK TO THE COLD.
[promo credit to @roserenewed / @imbicilite!!! thank you for this masterpiece <3]
1x1 Roleplay Call
Hiya, been on/off Tumblr for years. Looking for some long term RPs.
I'm not a fancy roleplayer, I don't do the graphics and designs, I'm just here to write. I have over 9 years writing experience, consider myself lazy lit, and reply fairly often. Usually every day.
Multiship, mostly looking for Buckynat and Romanogers. I also like IronWidow, Clintasha, and rarely LokiNat.
I do Not write smut.
I'm happy to write with OCs!
Open to Natashas
“I’m not the same guy I was before. The guy from the red room died.. A long time ago. I’m sorry.”
// would anyone like to rp?