Betsy Wouldn't Like It

I make things. Im good at making things. {Indie Melvin Potter MCU/loosely 616 RP}

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MY SON HAS RETURNED

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Daredevil Vol 2 #67

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guardiandaredevil:

Continued from here

thatwsntverynice:

Melvin grazed gritty fingertips across the bandage above his brow that contributed to the nasty bruise around his left eye. Shrugging, he averted most of his attention to finding new homes for the tools scattered about, “Shelf fell.” Which it did, after his head was bashed into it to get a point across.

Daredevil frowned and listened to Melvin gather up his tools. The man was very capable in his own workshop and he had a hard time believing that a shelf just happened to fall on him. “Melvin, why did the shelf fall?” he wondered. He knew that he was guilty of a few shelves falling in here before he understood. Now, he wanted to make someone else understand that Melvin was to be left alone.

Melvin anxiously glanced back at the red suit to only whip back around and clunk some brushes and rasps into the cups they escaped from “...I bumped it,” Very hard, “Its ok...” His voice wavered a touch as his mind revisited the instance in the only broken bits he could remember. 

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send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

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poshelnakhui:

honestly i have no explanation for his graphic. uh. enjoy? i just. this is where you have lain your affections, dear followers. this right here. i don’t even know why you tolerate me tbh. i brighten your dashes with crack and broken English from my angry Russian babies. and without further ado, let me thank the peeps that make my tumblr experience pree dang awesome. in no particular order (and probably forgetting a large handful):

vladimir’s crowd

silverheartsilverskin, bloodtrade, jameswxsley, kingtakesbishop, gaothefortunecookie, salonblowout, thatwsntverynice, cuterthanmurdock, sarcasticsuit, bullscye, triialbyjury, eversorisms, paysnice, thedevilsdare, bowforthebothofus, ofrossiya, mxskedman, thefrxncis, nelscns, thecodesoftheater, thedevilscourt, actualdumpsterchild, notartitself, fisked, morethandarkcorners, theblinddefender, itsdarkcorners, bratvoskhod, worldonfxre, wcrldaflame, ontheriight, dareidiabolus, cxnfidante, encoreunenfant, questionsofmoraliity, mxttmurdock, fxggynelson, thedevilsnurse, integriitas, theworldfellapart, ourladyclaire

ivan’s peeps

compatiior, fclswrthstrk, agenths, issuesuntold, wingmanriley, heromaterial, iamwarmachine, themechxnic, getinthefunvee, ofalloys, indvstries, dontcallmerupert, qualitycontrolproblems, tinkeringtony, correctionimswiss, mramoriisms, humanitys-last-line, gemsandgin, thefutureofwarfare, ofironflesh, hecalledmeflowers, ironstane, ironmechanics, createsdestruction, tiimore, voluptuarist, jarvisismyfuckingcopilot, rustcdiron, virginiapxtts, poiivres, theworkbehindstark, selfobsessedstark, starkstxr, tetsujiin, wiseass-mechanic, reactored, ironinmyspine, followingisnotmystyle, coinsurgery

special mentions

avariiitia, supcrbia, vanitxte, distortedfabrications, dontalwayswannaberobin, seriouslydontfreakout, arewethegoodguys, kniivesandlint, assxmilate, hawksvane, hawkinthenest, fortiiss, influencedbyfear, phobiis, ofdarkreign, valorxs, hooopers, xstrange, metalsided, wxngman, feathersofiron, militantly, bandaidsandbattlestaves, tech013

and everyone else i follow is here on my blogroll !!

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Fill In These Things About You

Name: Forest

Birthday: January 31st

Height: 5'4"

Eye color: Blue.

Hair color: Dark Red.

A random fact about you: I study taxidermy and used to work in a carbon fiber garage. Somehow the former got me a job in the latter?

Favorite band: Rammstein.

Favorite song: ATM its Fairly Local by Twenty One Pilots.

Favorite food: Breakfast.

Favorite season: Fall.

Favorite animal: Possums, hyenas, Armadillos, vultures.

Favorite movie: Hellboy, Pacific Rim, Dom Hemingway.

Are you currently in a relationship?: Nope.

If so, are you happy with them?: N/A

Anything you need to work on?: Being more open and not so timid.... Probably stop talking myself down as well.

Who ended your last relationship?: Me.

Are you friends with your ex?: Hell no.

Do you prefer someone shorter or taller?: Typically, taller.

Dark hair or light hair?: Dark Hair but idgaf.

Smart or attractive?: VVVVVV

Is creativity attractive?: Fuq yas

Do you care how much money they have?: Nah.

Your last phone call: Seester

Your last text: Mah Sister from another Mister.

The last thing you ate: Chickan Minis.

The last thing you drank: Shweet Tea.

The last song you listened to: Crayola Doesnt Have A Colour For Your Eyes by Kristin Andreassen.

The last book you read: The Girl Who Played With Fire (currently reading Nick Offerman's Paddle Your Own Canoe)

The last movie you watched: Hercules.

What is your heritage?: French, german, Irish- different flavors of vanilla.

Do you play any instruments?: Nop.

What are you pets’ names?: Scout, Abbot, Boo, Kavi, Arya, Tucker, Lucy, Sophie, Gideon, Dakota, Todd, Sweetie, Molly.

Your favorite board game: Life or trivia pursuit. Or is that considered a card game?

A random childhood memory: My god father is a paleontologist and I woke up one morning with boxes and boxes of fossils in our kitchen. Thats how I knew he came into town late last night.

Places you would like to visit: Anywhere other than America.

Your favorite color to wear: I gots black boots, black shirts, black pants, black socks, even got's yaselfs some black hats n scarfs. Not enough black? Well don't worry, haves some black jackets.

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standbyspecialist:

The story had a certain degree of warmth to it, as anyone could imagine what that must be like to be tutored by loved ones and to learn applicable skills, especially ones that demanded some kind of talent…Wesley was indifferent, he wasn’t just “anyone.” And the story made sense. Yes, two became one. 

“It’s a shame you don’t have your own tailor shop, a proper place for work that isn’t a garage.”

The thought crossed his mind, why did Wesley care, he came off as the type that wanted their things and go. Not delve into the details of someone like Melvin’s life... 

“Shops are expensive...” He muttered, the designer liked his little cluttered garage. Although, the idea did come up now and then like a child’s dream, “An the garage allows me to metal work and run the heavy duty machines without disrupting others.”

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secretlypsychometric:

“I’ll need my hands to be free, or at least my palms…” She frowned quietly, fingers skirting over the paper as she attempted to pick up small tinges of memories. The girl was curious to see what he had been thinking about while drawing the design. It might give her a bit of insight as to what she needed. “But I do see where you’re going. It would be nice to have space for tools.” She had become more adept at picking locks and similar small crimes as her powers developed, Ara figured they may come in handy. “Darker colors would probably be best.” Perhaps something to hide more of her features, in case people paid attention to  business in the media and knew of her and her father. 

Melvin hummed and jotted notes as she spoke, using crude short hand to jot not only her details but his own thoughts here and there to the side. His drawings were very intricate and clear, unlike most of his hand writing. It took a lot of focus for him to write anything in a legible manner. So long as he could make out the notes later was all that mattered for him. Then, in the final sketch, will he rewrite things for the clienteles sake. “Any specific colours or theme?” He may have already inferred a possible colour palette from her attire in these last few visits, but he wanted to be sure. “I’ll have to do some mockups for gloves. People don’t usually want just their palms bare.” Archers, sure, but thats only three fingers and the inner arm. 

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ihatejamesbuchananbarnes:

my love: therxghthand, thexwhitextiger, thxphantomlimb, thefxckinsongbird, eir-goddess-of-healing// I love you, I love you, I love you~ thank you for bringing me into this trash heap

the shit squad: spectacularwebslinger, chelle-rps, scarlet-wandaxwitch, timelessjitterbug, natblackwidowromanoff, osuicidekingo, thatonetestsubject// the best friends I’ve made in a DAMN long time

the best of the rest: natashiisms, fallenandlcst, ireallycannotsee, katexeye, doctorbrycebanner, felicitystark, thebloodyballerina, onyourleftsoldier, meetalicebanner, buckybarneslittlesister, runawayagent, iconsiderthataprivilege, thatwsntverynice, starksfrequentlyassedquestions, violetxsilverxstark, mostcapable, ofheelsandiron, starkslittleitalian

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"Your arm is not supposed to bend like that."

ihatejamesbuchananbarnes​

Bend like what-    It must have been the adrenalin because he did not feel a thing until his eyes met the scene that was his own arm. In which he took in a sharp breath and quickly looked away again. The tiniest of whimpers trickling out as he brought his functioning arm around to cradle the one that was not so.     “Don’t think so either.”

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ihatejamesbuchananbarnes:

“Shh, shh… It’s okay.” If the years of combat experience had taught him anything, it was that injured civilians tended to panic. And… Well, it seemed in both of their best interests if he could somehow prevent that. With the threat neutralized, James turned to the injured designer and held his hands palms out in an attempt to show he meant no harm. “Just… Just let me come help you?”

He’s had his share of injuries, but nothing as extreme as the angle which his arm created. Blood and bruises he could handle with a straight face, but this was pushing his threshold. Like an injured animal, he cautiously eyed the stranger and slowly backed up till his back rested against a wall. Needing something to support himself on rather than run away and now that he’d found it he nodded for the other to approach, stifling a pained expression.

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"What the hell happened to you?!" - Guardiandaredevil

guardiandaredevil

Melvin grazed gritty fingertips across the bandage above his brow that contributed to the nasty bruise around his left eye. Shrugging, he averted most of his attention to finding new homes for the tools scattered about, “Shelf fell.” Which it did, after his head was bashed into it to get a point across.

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jameswxsley:

The only reason he was even at the little shop was to pick up something for his employer, who was otherwise indisposed for the time being. Not unusual, just not what Wesley liked. For as he made his way to the door of the workshop, he wore a look of low level contempt. Potter was a strange little man that set off something in him that he couldn’t name. Stopping at the door, he let out a heavy sigh as he looked toward the ceiling before opening it and walking in. What greeted him inside was nothing short of proof that he, perhaps, wasn’t entirely paranoid about the man.

Wesley crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the other man move around like a nervous shark. The little display approaching amusing for him, though once his passing interest was gone, he made sure to step further into the little workshop and close the door much louder than need be to shake the other man out of his strange little revelries. In place of a blank stare was a polite smile that held an edge to it as he moved closer to him–each stepped calculated and remnant of a large cat stalking its prey.

“Is there something wrong? Lose a–needle or something?”

He patted a palm at the back of his head as some weak attempt to help him think when the clatter of metal on frame made him jump. If he was in the right headspace he may have been more defensive. Instead glanced with hesitance over his shoulder and breathed uneasily seeing the guest. This had to be bad news, his fears had to be true- unless he forgot what day it was....

     “mn- no, sir...?” He shuffled to face Wesley, turning the phone over a few times in his hands. His head stooped out of instinct and caused his shoulders to drop. There was always something unsettling about the suited mans presence. As though he emitted an air to ward off insignificant beings. 

     “I-I haven’t heard from someone is all.” Melvin did his best to try and calm himself but on the others approach he had difficulty maintaining eye contact. 

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musesgonnamuse:

i want to make things RIGHT

let me fix THIS

i can DO IT

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