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razorfst · 2 months
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He  gave me  a  home  AND  a  purpose.  And  I  will  PROTECT  it  at  all  costs. ©️©️
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itsagentzero · 1 month
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Open to: m/f/nb and anyone so long as they are some shade of supernatural. Concept: Chris is a mutant with the ability to block other people's power/magic at will. Your muse has had some trouble accessing their power for whatever reason and pointed fingers at Chris, so now they're gonna have to figure out what's going on together.
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"Yes, I can block your power," he started plainly as he walked back into the room with an unamused expressión. "And no, I'm not currently doing it."
He wasn't the biggest fan of being accused of things he didn't do, but he figured the whole situation was troublesome enough for them to come directly to him for this matter. If there was someone out there with his same ability to block others, now he wanted to know about it... And keep tabs.
"In fact, I don't think I've ever blocked you specifically before... So whatever's going on with your act, it ain't me. But you've got me intrigued; when did this start happening again?"
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othunderous · 3 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑!
⚡️ independent, highly selective, plot driven portrayal of thor odinson of the marvel cinematic universe. 21+ only. read guidelines before following. written by bri. ⚡️
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walkitoffrogers · 11 months
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muse: Steve Rogers limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals   set: a coffee shop in Brooklyn, post-Endgame open to: other MCU/comics muses, multifandom crossovers, ocs, whatever! triggers: canon-typical, nothing specific
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Steve Rogers on the Moon. He honestly worried about where people got their information. He couldn't help smirking a little at the headline as he tucked the newspaper under his coffee cup. He was very much in New York City, had never left it, in fact, except for that brief business of returning the time stones. The people closest to him knew that, but he was keeping a low profile otherwise while Sam decided if he wanted to take up the Captain America mantle. He was glad to pass on the spotlight, but Steve of all people knew the weight of the shield. He wouldn't blame him if he decided not to pick it up. Either way, that choice was Sam's to make now.
Retirement didn't really suit him though. Idleness never had. It was always nice in those first days and weeks after a fight to suddenly have time for himself, and there was plenty of fallout from the Battle of Earth that needed attention. There was only so much running, boxing, sketching, and tinkering with the bikes Steve could tolerate though, and he could already feel the familiar restlessness creeping back in. At its worst, that feeling had him lying to join the army and letting a German scientist experiment on him, so he needed to find a way to channel it before things got that bad.
There was a half-finished sketch of his view from the coffee shop window on the drawing pad in front of him. It was his favorite place to draw, a local place with plenty of windows and not a lot of foot traffic after the morning rush. Steve's idea of a disguise was a baseball cap and maybe a pair of sunglasses if he was feeling extra, so it was better if he just stayed out of heavily populated areas. Anyone who knew him well could find him there though, and he never minded the company.
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putastakeinit · 2 months
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❝ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. ❞
Indie fandomless vampire slayer oc. penned by mango.
blog | carrd | template credit
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onebadwinter · 10 months
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"For him, it's like it's fucking effortless. Everyone loves him. Ooo Peter. Your life is so terrible. You poor orphan boy. You're a r e a l genius..." It's not fair!
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hidearchive · 10 months
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THERE'S GONNA COME A DAY WHEN YOU FEEL BETTER. you'll rise up free and easy on that day. float from branch to branch, lighter than the air. but just when that day is coming, who can say? an original character, by kc.
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fearlessmuses · 24 days
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𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵…
[ #𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀 ] --- ˢᵒˡᵈⁱᵉʳ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶜʸ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳ
brock rumlow / crossbones ( fc: frank grillo )
james 'bucky' barnes / winter soldier ( fc: sebastian stan )
margaret 'peggy' carter / captain carter ( fc: hayley atwell )
sharon carter / agent 13 ( fc: aj cook )
steven 'steve' rogers / captain america ( fc: chris evans )
please specify muse / or who for who
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escapedfromthevoiid · 4 months
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Independent and Multi Muse RP Blog Featuring Muses from Stranger Things, DC, Marvel, and Evil Dead
Low activity/Queue based
Discord open to mutuals for Plotting only
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razorfst · 7 months
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He  gave me  a  home  AND  a  purpose.  And  I  will  PROTECT  it  at  all  costs.
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deadkenndy · 3 months
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❝ courage is not the absence of fear, courage is acting in spite of fear ❞ - Carly Fiorina
temp credit. Blog | Carrd |
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trustrage · 4 months
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❝ You're going to lose. ❞
Indie Loki of the MCU. Centered in Thor (2011), Avengers (2012), and Thor: The Dark World. template credit. written by mango.
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rach1brry · 11 days
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I'M LIKE TINKERBELL ! I NEED APPLAUSE TO LIVE a private rachel "the siren" berry. written as a fandomless superhero character. canon divergent. headcanon based. interpreted by kita.
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astghazurk · 4 months
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୨⎯ "NEW INTERACTION CALL" ⎯୧
↳ LIKE if it’s okay for Jessica to interact with you and your muse!!
↳ REPLY if there is a specific relationship you want with her!! (Romantic, familial, friends, etc)
↳ Rt to spread!! ‧₊˚.
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walkitoffrogers · 9 months
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muse: Steve Rogers limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: post-Loki, TFATWS S1E6 open to: Canon MCU/Marvel muses, OCs or fandom crossovers welcome if we've plotted/interacted before (i.e., limited to people he would know, please. New connections welcome in my other Steve starter!) triggers: showers of bitterness over Endgame!Steve and the TVA, may progress to thunderstorms as the barometric angst increases
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Steve had a lot of time to mull over his mistakes while he was with the Time Variance Authority. In hindsight, time travel was a mistake. His motivation was clear, but the attempt, he realized, was misguided. He couldn’t knowingly let Bucky be captured by Hydra, or leave Natasha at the nonexistent mercy of The Red Room, or let Thanos snap away half a universe if there was even half a chance he could stop those things from ever happening. Even knowing they were long shots didn’t change his mind. Steve had never been intimidated by long odds.
But as it turned out, the Time Variance Authority didn’t just let people meddle in timelines. It didn’t matter how good his intentions had been when he went back. The Avengers, apparently, were on thin ice with them already. It was always Steve's plan to return to his own time when he was finished. He had people who needed him there, and from what he understood, changing the past created new timelines rather than changing the future. (To be fair, he'd only understood a fraction of Scott, Bruce, and Tony's conversation on it. The mechanics of time travel were well above his paygrade.)
It had taken time to learn the place and its routines, time to figure out a plan. Steve always had a plan, and it didn’t involve sitting in jail for the rest of his life, being retconned from his own timeline, or playing along indefinitely with what was obviously a fascist organization. He'd gone along with Morbius's requests at first to buy himself some time to figure this place out, and every variant's life they destroyed added to the seething anger in him. He didn't know what the ultimate end goal of the place was, or why they considered it a sacred duty to protect the timeline, but Steve did know that people in power almost always thought they were doing good and that they rarely wanted to give it up.
The plan did, unfortunately, involve a time and space jumping god of mischief who also needed to escape. Long story short, Steve hadn't been sorry to help Loki tear the place down, and now he may or may not owe a favor to the trickster Asgardian. As far as he could tell, Steve landed in the same place as when he’d left, but it was immediately obvious that it wasn’t the same time. Nobody was there, for one thing, and the season had changed. He lowered his head and, quietly but with feeling, uttered a word he almost never said.
How much time had passed? If he was lucky, it was the same number of days that had passed while he was with the TVA, which would put him at around four months. He tried not to wince at the idea of leaving Bucky and the others wondering where he was in all that time and why he hadn’t returned. He hated to think what that had done to his friends on the heels of the Battle of Earth and its losses. He didn’t know yet that the TVA had strategies in place to keep anyone from even looking for him. Steve kept his head down on the walk home and tried not to draw attention to himself. He didn’t have keys or a wallet or a phone or even shoes, for that matter, so his apartment was his best idea. If it was even still his apartment.
The door was locked, the spare key not in its usual place, so after a quick, silent apology, he broke the lock and stepped inside with the hope that he wasn’t breaking into someone else’s home. It was a relief to see it was mostly as he’d left it, though it was clear someone had been there. He wondered if that person was Bucky. What he wanted more than anything right now was to talk to his best friend, to hear his voice and know he was fine. He briefly scoured the place for his phone and came up empty. He hadn’t had it on him when he went to return the stones, and it wasn’t where he’d left it. He dug out one of the burners from the emergency stuff and plugged it in to charge. Two years of being on the run and being friends with Natasha had left him slightly paranoid but prepared. He could disappear again if he had to, but with as hard as he’d worked to get back here, he hoped he didn’t have to.
Weariness insisted he sit down for a few minutes while he came up with a plan, so he grabbed a tablet off the desk and sank onto the couch to scroll through the recent news feed for information about what he’d missed. The date registered, roughly matching with what he’d expected, and sadness mingled with frustration and relief that it hadn’t been longer. He never wanted to be in another spaceship or another timeline, ever. Some lessons came harder to him than others, but he considered that one learned. The hard way, because apparently that was the only way he knew how to do it, but learned. He didn’t mean to fall asleep, and he jerked awake when the tablet pinged an alert to find that night had fallen. His head was clearer though, and he quickly scanned the update before rising to change his clothes. He pulled on a jacket and as an afterthought grabbed a baseball cap. He wasn’t planning to interfere, and he didn’t want to be noticed. Not tonight when all eyes should be on Captain America.
He did want to be there to see it though. He tucked the phone into his pocket and headed further into the city. There were already crowds of people forming along with the general chaos of news vans and police cars, and it was easy to fade in among them, just one in a faceless crowd. He couldn’t help a smile as he watched Sam’s speech from a distance, pride filling him for both his friends. He’d always known Bucky was a hero; now everyone did, and passing the shield along to Sam before he left, at least, had been the right move. He’d never had a doubt about that. He’d find a way to give his congratulations later though. Tonight wasn’t about him, and he wasn’t going to intrude on the victory. If Steve was lucky, it would never be about him again. He drifted to the edge of the crowd, glancing back once more before he turned and headed for home.
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notimminent · 10 months
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STARTER CALL because I am about to fight a dragon that is flying above a cloud of acid rain. Lengths will vary depending on how much Emma wants to talk.
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