Soft Affection
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🎀 Play with your muse’s hair
✋ brush fingers/hold hands
👉 Gently poke or prod yours
💐 give a gift
🎎 sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours
🛌 take a nap with yours
🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other
🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item
☺ stroke your muse’s cheek/face
🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing
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hraunwyf:
“Oh, hell yeah.”
Granted, Loki doesn’t know what the fuck the thing is that Badger’s drinking, either—but she’d feel it if it were going to do something hurtful, right? Oh, yes. She cares way too much about her wild, feral boyfriend to let him go drinking exploding potions willy-nilly. And even if it is one of those… well, she’s right here. Semi-omnipotent cosmic garbage fire. She could fix it.
For now, she’s just going to watch him, green eyes alight with amusement and delight. Nothing ever has to make sense with Badger, which just makes it so, so much easier to feel good around him. “How’s it feel, baby? Your guts trading places?”
The stuff’s a little tangy, a little acidic, and maybe, making him a little--(Buuurp)--gassy, but other than that he’s not sure what it’s supposed to do. Maybe nothing. Maybe it was a big hoax, or maybe he’s about to go on a magic-fueled peyote trip. He really can’t wait to find out.
“Don’t know, Babe, but I hope they’d warn me first! I like them the way they are. Can’t have my stomach pumping blood, it’s already doing most of the thinking! Yuk, yuk, yuk!” He’s waiting. And waiting.
And . . . still waiting.
“Hey, maybe it’s a dud?”
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Badger shrugs, propping the shovel on his shoulder and catching up with a light jog before slowing to match the other’s steady and determined pace. He could do laps around the metallic man, if he wanted, but he figured that might be a step too far, for now.
The Badger can pick his battles. He just tends to choose more than he should.
“Wowza, what bit your tin butt?”
@dumbpatrol
“Hey, wait up–! I brought a shovel, since you wanna dig your own grave, Larry!”
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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
❛ what are you doing? ❜
❛ what , you’re going to kill me? ❜
❛ fuck ! put the gun down ! please , come on ! it’s me , alright ? ❜
❛ what are you doing with that ? ❜
❛ please .. don’t do this anymore ! ❜
❛ let her/them/him go or i’ll blow you away ! ❜
❛ wait ! okay … okay ! okay , i’ll tell you , whatever you want to know .. ❜
❛ you point that thing at me you better pull the trigger . ❜
❛ alright , alright , alright .. i’ll talk ! ❜
❛ please , just let me go , i won’t tell anyone … i promise . ❜
❛ let me out of here ! let me go ! ❜
❛ you’re not getting away this time … ❜
❛ actually , i think i better get going … it’s late and … ❜
❛ come on ! fight back ! fight back ! fight back you coward ! ❜
❛ come on , hit me ! ❜
❛ do it ! pull the trigger ! do it , do it , do it ! ❜
❛ come and find me … polo ! ❜
❛ i don’t want to hide anymore , i don’t want to be afraid anymore … ❜
❛ you keep saying you’re going to stop but you don’t ! ❜
❛ how many more people need to die before you’re satisfied ? ❜
❛ why are you doing this ? ❜
❛ don’t come any closer , that’s far enough . ❜
❛ if you don’t pull the trigger i’ll pull it for you ! ❜
❛ i thought that you were in danger … ❜
❛ you’re dangerous … i , i just don’t want to end up dead .. ❜
❛ i promise i won’t hurt you … ❜
❛ can you please stop screwing with my mind , god ! ❜
❛ i don’t want to be here anymore , please , can we go back ? ❜
❛ um …. i’m not sure i want to go , thanks anyway .. ❜
❛ that sounds dangerous …. i’m in . ❜
❛ i don’t know , it sounds awfully dangerous … ❜
❛ stay back or i will rip your head off ! ❜
❛ i think … this is wrong , no . i can’t just stand by and watch it . ❜
❛ do you think you would ever hurt me like that ? ❜
❛ i can’t be with someone who could hurt me like that … ❜
❛ this is not love ! it is obsession ! a sick one at that ! ❜
❛ are you following me ? what … what do you want ? money ? ❜
❛ please … i have money , just let me go . ❜
❛ i don’t think you realize how the dangerous this game is .. ❜
❛ it’s not just a game ! ❜
❛ if you’re in some kind of trouble , you can tell me . ❜
❛ come on , it’s just a game , what could go so wrong ? ❜
❛ are you the one that’s been watching me ? stalking me ? ❜
❛ actually , do you mind if we just stop/pull over here ? ❜
❛ what are you doing ? you missed the stop back there ? ❜
❛ hello ? is someone there ? ❜
❛ you’re scaring me … ❜
❛ okay , you’re really starting to scare me … ❜
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“ that makes no sense! i think i love you? “ from mr. nobody ;)
“It makes perfect sense, ‘No--you’re just not thinking about it hard enough!” Is he going to explain? Absolutely not. If Nobody can’t keep up, that’s his fault. If Nobody can’t keep up with his new nickname either? Also his own fault. He goes cartwheeling away, and then does a somersault, perfect form, landing back on his feet with the grace of a ballerina and the sharp grin of a predator.
“Just follow the stars, one-two-three--You’ll get it then.”
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“ you’re beautiful!! “ baby doll tells badger, petting his head. “ your hair is so pretty! like a princess! “
Hair is kind of a touchy subject for Badger, sure, but he sits as patiently as he can with his legs folded in front of him and lets Baby Doll play with it anyways. He’s always liked the longer hair, around his neck and wild as it pokes out in every direction. Even if it’s long enough to get someone’s hand in it, he never once dreamed of cutting it any shorter.
It’s a pride thing, maybe, or maybe he just likes the strands tickling the back of his neck and twigs getting knotted in his hair. Likes the extra sensory feel of it. It’s a comforting weight.
But he tolerates Baby Doll’s examination regardless, as he tolerates most thing, with a sort of vague inattentiveness and mild dis-interest. “Thanks, Baby Doll-a-roo. I grew it myself,” Badger doesn’t think his hair is particularly beautiful, but if a kid could see it, then maybe it is. Badger doesn’t think much of his appearance in any way, mostly, because he’s the mask and the mask is him.
But something about this is still nice. Maybe its the open curiosity and awe on Baby Doll’s face, unlike most kids and even most adults, who shoot him dirty looks for the way he’s dressed or the cut of his hair, or the way he talks. Or just run away screaming. Makes him think of having a little sister, maybe, or someone for Emily to play with if she ever came out. He’s never really thought about having a sister before.
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