"Hey, need help with somethin'?"
{Independent AU RP Blog for Lance Bruner. Open to RP. Not an OC.}
PLEASE READ Lanny AND Verses BEFORE INTERACTING.
{Mun & Muse are 21+}
{Will get NSFW. Expect triggers.}
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Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip
Lance licked the stinging split on his swollen lip, wincing slightly – which only caused his eye, and subsequently, his head, to ache and throb once more, “Eh, no one important, Modes. It was just a scuffle.” It was a lie, but he was good at lying, great at it, when he needed to be; he just hoped that Modeus couldn’t tell, what with his demon-y instincts and stuff.
He’d almost been home free, except when he did come home, Modeus was already inside… he’d been happy to see him, before he remembered he’d just been in a pretty bad fight.
“Woah.” ice blue orbs peered at Dick in awe, as if the acrobat had accomplished some great feat by not letting him fall over in his little... drunken escapade, “It’s a day to celebraaaaate, Dickbutt~”
Dick shook his head as he gazed at him “I have not, what are you talking about Lan”
“Try what --” he yelped as he was lifted up and away, almost wanting to shout - it wasn’t his own safety he was worried about but she could have seriously been hurt just then. Exasperated, Lance huffed, lax in her hold, not even shivering despite the snow and... the apparent lack of most clothing he wore, even with the blue tint to his skin, “It wasn’t stupid, I build things every year by myself...”
“Well...” Lance started, apparently gloating with pride for something (who knew what this time), returning the hug - quite fiercely, even. Embracing Kurt and lifting him, almost seeming like he was about to spin in a circle with him before giving in and setting him back down, “-- work probably isn’t the best answer, right? But, Kurt, could I get those smacks in the form of spanks?”
Blondie waggled his eyebrows, dimples showing as he grinned at the mutant. Leave it to him to shamelessly flirt even when he was in some kind of trouble.
@thebamfblueelf
“A friend of mine tried to annoy me with bird puns, but I soon realized that toucan play at that game.”Â
“No, I don’t know the guy.” the blond agreed, nodding slightly, “But unless you’re intimate with him and know him inside out, you can’t say that you know the guy either, hm?” Lance pulled his arm back, setting his chin in palm, “And you have more important things to worry about - like kicking ass and getting the lead.”
Terry snorted somewhat disbelievingly. “You don’t know the guy.” The teen shifted through the last few papers, “Like what not getting myself killed?” The question held a sarcastic ring derived from they all tended to through themselves into.
The blond pouted; drat. Well, it could be worse, he supposed -- ew, it got worse, “Do I have to? My head’s probably harder than the helmet...”
“Fine, then we can take my bike, but I’m driving.” Terry shot the other a look that said clearly he didn’t trust the older male with his beloved motorcycle.
“What the hell -- JASOOOON!” Lance threw his arms in the air, fretting -- but also pissed off; apparently so much that he didn’t even notice Wally calling Jason his older brother when Lance was the oldest, “I’ll... spank him later -- come here, let me look at that...”
"Who did this?" whoever it was, couldn't have gotten far - it had to have just happened for Wally to already look like that.
“Your big brother with the red condom for a helmet.”
“I’m ooooobviously talking about allllll the booze you’ve gulliped! Galloped? Wait, that’s not the right word at all --” in the middle of his rambling, he started to tilt like he was going to fall over; not that he noticed.
Dick shook his head as he gazed at him “I have not, what are you talking about Lan”
“Um...” Lance started, then went through a series of sassy expressions, “Pfft, you’ve been drinking!” the blond accused, but grinned about it, still looking pleasantly cheeky, obnoxiously grinning once more.
@notyouraverageacrobat
“Dick Grayson is a wanker! This has been a PSA!” if that didn’t call him, he didn’t know what would.
When Kurt looked at him, Lance offered a proud shit-eating grin - laughing lightly when Kurt finally said something. Settling his hands on his hips, the blond rested his weight on one foot, cocking a brow, “I missed you, too; do I get hugs? Feisty hugs? Hugs and a smack upside the head? As long as I don’t get a hug and a knife in the gut, I’m up for most hugs~”
@thebamfblueelf
“A friend of mine tried to annoy me with bird puns, but I soon realized that toucan play at that game.”Â