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( Work has shifted me over to nights now and I am a zombie. Night time is normally when I do all my wiring so now it’s just me driving a truck in the middle of nowhere with my muses bickering. Anyways, here’s the typical update of I’m still here but not here? Motivation is meh? Life and work suck it out of me so I go get lost in video games and naps. I only offer little to no activity with some love on top. Hope y’all are okay and if not we can have a community scream/cry this weekend. )
multusmousai:
The ‘if’ sounded like a stretch, but Leo let it slide, humoring the other’s request and grabbing a couple of bottles for him and one for himself. Though now he couldn’t help but think if he should be concerned about – well, whatever it was that kept Greyson busy out there.
Now that he thought about it, maybe he should be a little more freaked out about what the guy said the moment he walked back into the living room.
“…wait, you didn’t really get yourself in trouble, did you?” He found himself asking, just as he was about to hand over the beer to him. Dear lord he hoped Greyson didn’t do anything dangerous.
There's a distinct pause due to Leo's question, his hand slowly dropping back to his side instead of reaching for the beer. Lips pursing together, Greyson cocks his head. "Trouble always follows me around; sometimes I cause it... sometimes it just-..happens."
He sighs, realizing Leo's going to want more information, which he couldn't blame the guy. Pocketing his hands, Greyson takes a couple of steps back as if any extra space would soften the blow of his confession.
"I was chasing old leads, and I found someone. He wasn't too keen on answering my questions, so I dipped into his mind and made him." The glance back at Leo is short, gauging his reaction to decide if he could leave it at that.
@wickedvendetta : “I don’t like people, but you’re an exception.” (For Clint) meme: grumpy affectionate starters
People like Clint for a variety of reasons, and find him horribly annoying for many more. He’s used to that, being the one that’s sort of middle-of-the-road in terms of likability. That said, he’s hugely fond of animals and they love him almost without question, and… well, where do slightly feral humans fall on the list?
When Clint had met Greyson, he’d immediately taken to him with a sort of unexplainable protectiveness, and he’s glad that it’s gone both ways… even though he’s a little terrified of what the other man could do to someone.
He affectionately bumps Greyson’s shoulder in response to the statement, shaking his head. “There are lots of wonderful people out there, you know. You just have to find your pack, the people you like running with.” Clint smiles. “You’re part of mine, I hope you know. You’re stuck with me, no take backs, no do overs. I’m keeping you.”
Some days he feels very much like a stray Clint took pity on and lured into the house with a day-old cheese pizza slice. Which really wasn't far off from the truth. Why someone like Clint, a man of honor and a straight-up superhero, would latch onto scum like him was a true mystery. But it happened, somehow, and Greyson was grateful for it.
His nose scrunches up at the idea of finding more people and growing a pack, shivering at the thought of anyone else being present and seeing the sides that so far only Clint has seen. "No thanks."
"You're all I need and want in my pack," Greyson leans on him, a faint hint of a grin, "Well, I'm planning on keeping you, so I guess this means we're stuck together like superglue, right?”
A series of headcanon asks to delve more in-depth with what makes the muses tick! Questions range from the obscure to the obvious so as to dig further into a muse’s life and habits.
Be sure to specify muses for multi-muse blogs!
Coral Fragments: How well does your muse deal with stress? Do they do anything in particular to help them deal with it, and if so what do they do?
Rosy Fog: What are their immediate views on romantic love?
Rosy Haze: Do they react well when they develop feelings for someone and if not why?
Rosy Touch: How do they show affection nonverbally? Are they likely to show affection with their words as well?
Apatite Chatter: Are they the friendly sort or do they prefer to let others start off interactions with them?
Apatite Tic: Does your muse have any sort of verbal tics or impediments?
Garnet Shadows: Is your muse apt to stab someone in the back in any way? If so, would they admit to doing so or would they lie to cover it up?
Garnet Shine: How devoted are they to their loved ones? Would this devotion delve into the obsessive side?
Garnet Core: What sorts of things would they be willing to do for friends? For family? For their significant other(s)?
Amethyst Terrors: Are their nights plagued with past memories or nightmares in general? What do they usually entail if so?
Amethyst Calm: How do they usually sleep, in what position? Do they like plenty of pillows, blankets and/or plush toys?
Makeshift Stone: What does their internet search history usually include? Are there any parts of their searches that they’re embarrassed by?
Cracked Cement: Are they adept at using technology of any kind or do they typically need help with it?
Brickwork Shadows: Is your muse good with their hands, or do they tend to be fairly clumsy?
Sapphire Depths: Do they prefer to think ahead or to leap right in and wing things?
Sapphire Beacon: What kinds of things inspire your muse and does your muse tend to inspire others?
Selenite Pillars: Does your muse think they’re mentally or physically strong? Is this belief true or only something the muse believes to be true?
Aventurine Calling: Do they believe in luck? If so, would they consider themselves lucky or unlucky?
Fluorite Cloud: If they had the opportunity, would they prefer to know what’s going to happen in the future or not? Why?
Fluorite Bearings: How strongly do they listen to their intuition? Is their intuition usually correct or incorrect?
Peridot Ghosts: What kind of things get them frazzled or anxious? Do they tend to handle them well or get swept up in the moment?
Moonstone Luster: Are there are any items they own that have sentimental value to them?
Diamond Kiss: What kind of clothing and accessories do they prefer to wear? Are there are any particular reasons outside of general comfort that they like wearing these?
Coal Dust: Can they withstand manual labor? Do they avoid manual labor as much as possible, and if so, why?
Prehnite Memory: How good is their memory? Has it always been like this or did something happen to make it this way?
Bismuth Hue: Are they sickly or get sick often?
Bismuth Aid: What sort of medication, if any do they have to take, if any? Do they refuse to take it, forget to take it, or do they prefer to keep on it?
Quartz Cluster: What kind of textures (e.g. silky, rough, slick, etc) do they prefer?
Jade Ambition: How ambitious is your muse and what are their current goals? To what ends will they go to to make those wishes a reality?
Jade Gain: How well do they manage their money?
Amazonite Comfort: What sorts of things bring your muse comfort in trying times? Are there any habits they have when things get difficult to help cope?
Amazonite Shade: Are they pessimistic, optimistic or somewhere in the middle? Was there anything that happened to them in their life that caused them to think in this way?
Topaz Storm: Is your muse the creative type in any way? How do they usually express their creativity?
Topaz Tears: Do they have any sort of outlet they use as a means to cope (e.g. writing, drawing, playing music, etc.)? How’d they get into it if they do?
Topaz Calling: Do they have anything that they have natural talent in? If so do they enjoy doing it or is it something they tend to forget about?
Ruby Craze: Are they a passionate person or do they tend to be more down-to-earth?
Ruby Light: Are they the sort to wear their heart on the sleeve? If not, why?
Citrine Focus: Are they able to multi-task or do they prefer to keep at one thing at a time?
Opal Wonder: How big is their imagination? Do they tend to share these ideas or keep them to themselves?
Opal Sky: Do they tend to get lost in their own thoughts/daydreams?
Personality Starters
(as requested by anon)
Starters:
❝Why do you have to be so stubborn?❞
❝I know you better than you know yourself.❞
❝You don’t have to be so rude.❞
❝You’re so dynamic, that’s what I love about you.❞
❝You need to learn to put yourself first.❞
❝Fuck love.❞
❝Well that was brutally honest.❞
❝Perfectionism only ends in disappointment.❞
❝I have to be perfect.❞
❝You don’t have to act so tough.❞
❝Why do you pretend not to care?❞
❝Don’t you believe in me?❞
❝I don’t think you’re as apathetic as you think you are.❞
❝I love your zest for life.❞
❝You’re really brave.❞
❝That took a lot of courage. Thanks.❞
❝Life really isn’t as great as you make it out to be.❞
❝Life really isn’t as bad as you make it out to be.❞
❝I don’t understand you.❞
❝You don’t understand me.❞
❝I know you’re only mean because people were mean to you but is this really what you want?❞
❝Your smile is contagious.❞
❝Why are you so self-critical?❞
❝Thanks for trusting me.❞
❝Of course I trust you.❞
( I cannot even begin to explain how horrid this week has been and it’s only Tuesday. Gods give me strength lmao. Please know I have not forgotten this little silly blog! The crazy shall return soon I hope. Hope y’all are doing amazing and if not, community scream/cry session is tomorrow! )
Comet Kohoutek by unidentified photographer
You probably have 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 to feel how you do.
You were 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 and 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 out of 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 you needed.
experienceandpatience:
This might truly be an unexpected stroke of good luck. At the very least, he had steeled himself to the possibility that his meeting with this particular informant would end up the same way as the previous dealings went - nowhere. Nothing but utter waste of time and resources. One out of a few deals and he’d get something significant, that was true. But he had never been this fortunate to get two key information in one meeting alone.
A contact that had his target’s location and a personal encounter with the Winter Soldier himself.
With effort, Helmut kept his expression schooled. Calm. Collected. Nothing that would hint of the strange, unfamiliar rise in his heart rate. Excitement. Looking at the man before him was as good as seeing a light at the end of a dark, dank and lonely tunnel.
“HYDRA is an infection that should have been expunged from existence sooner.”
The comment left his lips, his voice shifting into a gentler tone. Sympathetic. Hands joined and fingers weaved together on the table, he feigned a deep sigh and a light shake of his head.
“I am terribly sorry to hear of your loss. These vile, lowlife creatures managed to worm their way into our land for years. They were responsible for a lot of pain and suffering my fellow countrymen had to endure.”
He let himself pause this time, a heartbeat or so, before glancing up at other once more.
“However, I am curious. I admittedly had doubts that this… deadly assassin truly exists, but here you are, sounding as if you have encountered him and lived to tell the tale. Perhaps he spared you? Or were you smart enough to play possum until you were able to get away?”
"I'm sorry to hear they caused such suffering for you and your country." There's a brief pause as a chill creeps down the back of his neck, studying Zemo's face in the hope he didn't know anyone personally involved with the hell they endured.
"Hydra has its claws in deep just about everywhere. They teach their children the art of infiltration as soon as they are old enough to understand the word. The organization is a horrid cockroach that deserves to be stomped out but-..." He trails off with a small shrug, doubting that reality.
Greyson chews the inside of his lip, debating the best answer for the new question on the table. Explaining the escape from a deadly assassin is next to impossible without revealing some truth.
He could wipe the moment entirely from Zemo's mind. But the man seemed like he had searched tirelessly for information like this, it didn't feel right to rob him of that, and if anyone was actually going after Hydra and the Winter Soldier-... it was Zemo.
There was the option to expose himself and play the entire moment out for him, but who knows how the reaction would be.
"Let's just say I have a really good talent at playing possum when I need to." Greyson lightly taps his temple, an action Zemo most likely wouldn't understand, but it left things open for interpretation or questions. "I stayed hidden for hours until I figured it was safe, and then I ran. No sense in going back to see the murder."
Eyeing the room, he releases a soft sigh, "Just means I now have the privilege of looking over my shoulder until he either finds me again or he gets caught."
favorite troy otto quotes 3 / ∞
experienceandpatience:
Ah. Just as he suspected. Karpov’s name was ever present in the encrypted files Agent Romanoff had released to the public, and the very few accounts he had successfuly deciphered so far pointed toward the implication of this HYDRA operative being an important part of the vile organization. Searching for the man was the next logical step to take to get to what he wanted.
Nevertheless, some things were always said easier than done. And was he ever grateful for the piece of information the man had provided him. A specific location. A lead.
Information worth every cent.
The warning brought Helmut to a quick pause, however, and his eyes darted up to observe the other. Interesting. A shift from the blank slate the man wore not a moment ago. A change in his demeanor – subtle but clear to Helmut’s eyes.
An opportunity. One he couldn’t let slip by.
“You seem… quite knowledgeable about the Winter Soldier, seeing as you are kind enough to warn me about this… ghost. Your words are leading me to believe it comes from experience.” A tilt of his head, eyes fixed on the other. “If my assumption is wrong, feel free to let me know.”
The tipping point was fast approaching. Greyson could only skirt the truth for so long before potential slips, and a man like Zemo would pick up even the slightest.
It was a risk warning him about the Winter Soldier, maybe it was his curiosity getting the best of him, but now he was facing down the consequences of that curiosity.
"It does." He's pushing luck, shoving it right off the cliff. Swallowing, he wet the corner of his lips, squeezing his hand shut under the cover of the table in an attempt to keep himself grounded. "I lost someone because of him, because of Hydra."
There's a pause, eye contact dropping away from Zemo as his mind races between their meeting and his encounter with the Winter Soldier. It's dangerous territory now, but he can't find it in himself to break away yet.
"The person killed helped me get a lot of this information. I took what he gave me and did what I could to uncover more. Anything to stop Hydra."
ah fuck. the very forseeable consequences of my own actions
@wickedvendetta sent to L. Anderson: ❝ I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified. ❞
GAME GRUMPS SENTENCE STARTERS.
“Hey, look, don’t worry about it, okay? It’s alright. I should have stopped bugging you when I realized you weren’t feeling like talking.” So yeah, he’d have to admit he was partly responsible for what the guy did. Least he could do was make it up to him, so he put his foot down from the coffee table and got to his feet. “We cool now, right? Can I tempt you with a cold bottle of beer maybe?”
Mental manipulation and justification rarely went together, but if the actions were done just right, no one would know who to blame, and that's how he liked it to be. It was an art form that he both mastered and just as easily fucked up. Emotions made shit too complicated.
"Cold beer sounds good right now," It's a mumbled reply, Greyson still mid-pace across the room as he thought about what happened, how he would even explain his outburst.
"Maybe a couple actually, if you got them. I'll grab you some replacements next time I'm out. If I ever leave the house again." He joked, but there was a little seriousness in the statement.
experienceandpatience:
“A decent amount. Unfortunately, not quite enough.”
Of course he knew better than to blame the man before him. After all, with the extensive search he was conducting, inforrmation no matter how small still proved to be valuable information. However it was still intriguing to see how the informant seemed so tense, so uncomfortable in his presence – as if he were hiding something from him. A thought that sparked a hunch and prompted him to voice out his initial accusation.
Nonetheless, Helmut remained calm. He had completed the necessary perimeter checks before the meet. As far as he knew, he was safe from possible ambush. Then whatever the man was hiding, it was personal, and certainly not his concern.
“Let me attempt to negotiate one last time.”
Lifting his hands up in the air to show the other that he was unarmed, he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a stack of cash, which he placed on the table between the two of them, and pushed it toward his direction.
“I’m willing to pay you double of what I promised if you tell me what you know about Vasily Karpov. The last HYDRA operative who handled the Winter Soldier.”
-
Money is a powerful motivator, even in the face of uncertainty. The added cash on the table is even more of an indication of how serious this meeting was. A brief moment of hesitation crept up, casting worry that he was getting in over his head, opening up a can of worms that he had managed to outrun for years. It was an uneasy sensation that he did his best to push down, sitting tall in his chair, keeping composure like the professional he was selling himself to be.
"Vasily Karpov," Greyson replies with a slight tremble, clearing his voice to rid it. Cracking one of his knuckles, he switches attention from the money back to Zemo, doing his best to remain calm about the topic. "I know he oversaw the Winter Soldier program, which I assume you already know. The last known location I've managed to find is in Cleveland, Ohio. He's done a good job laying low, does minimal to attract attention to himself. What you'd expect any Hydra snake to be like."
Like himself.
"Listen, it's not my place nor policy to ask questions, but-... I would strongly advise against chasing after the Winter Soldier."
Is it Clint curling up next to Greyson and gently petting his hair? It is.
It's not uncommon for Clint's kindness to be met with grumbling protests and occasionally outright refusal. Looking back, very few would understand the amount of work and progress the two had made. They shared countless talks of boundaries, insecurities, fears, moods; all intense hurdles addressed just for the sake of feeling comfortable with tenderness. Greyson didn't understand Clint, why he was so stubborn and dead set on giving him a chance. It was odd, and sometimes, he questioned the man's sanity.
Over time, those initial hesitations began to fade. There was something incredibly relieving about being able to lean on someone else, to feel a tender hand in such a harsh world. No matter the battle ahead, they both had each other to turn back to, and that was something Greyson was unbelievably grateful for.
By the third pass over his hair, Greyson has fully melted against Clint as if all the week's built-up tension finally released. It's a rare peace, and he'll take it, even if it's only for a few hours. A content sigh is all that breaks the silence between them, eyes closing as he wraps both arms tightly around Clint, nestling in and sealing the man's fate to their current position.
@multusmousai: “there is something you’re not telling me.” [Zemo]
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The question doesn't surprise him. Anyone with a decent amount of common sense would grow suspicious of his information and methods. It was the natural flow of how these exchanges went, but something about Zemo's tone put him on guard. A slight shift in his shoulder, tension rising as he stood his ground. Any movements Zemo considered nervous shuffling would only cast further doubt. Greyson's life had always been one with secrets and lies, and he knew how to counter them when they came back to bite. Being selective with his information meant safety and security, and that's all he craved.
"I've shared a decent amount of information about Hydra with you; I can see how you would be cautious or doubtful in my intentions. I have no reason to lie to you, though. There's no catch or secret agenda, I hate the fuckers just as much as the next guy, and anyone going after them deserves a little intel."