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Alice watched him as he replied. He meant what he said, as usual. His question made her pause for a moment. Would a logical approach be best? He was quite emotionally driven. But he was a reasonable man.
“I wish to die.” Realizing what she said had an alarmingly morbid tone, she held up a hand to stall his response. “Eventually.” She sat up to face him as well. “I have witnessed the lives of many mortal creatures, whose lifespans varied greatly. I have come to... dread, being alone, left behind when others have gone on where I cannot. Even Miss Kettu’s people who hold the superstition of reincarnation, which is hopeless to me. I have no soul. When all others are gone, I will be alone and eventually, I will simply be no more.” While she was not one to employ mannerisms of fear or worry very often, her hands gripped the cover and her gaze stayed low.
“You make me want to live.” (Alice)
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So calm in her presence, a very subdued and contented Pietro lay against Alice, listening to her talk. But at this comment, his eyes opened and his brow furrowed softly. “You are living, Alice,” he said softly. “You don’t have to be alive to live. This is living right now. You are experiencing life. Is just the same as anybody else does it.” Just because she wasn’t technically a living being didn’t mean she wasn’t having experiences, learning, and sharing... just like he was. Just like anyone else. “Is there something else you want? Something you feel you haven’t experienced yet?” he asked, wanting to help her have the best life experience she could.
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Alice leaned in to him when he touched her because if felt nice. “If you wish I can time you. Or we have arrange for Mr...” it occurred to her that he still disliked Stark a little late, “Vision, to sort out a high speed track.” One arm slipped around his waist and she looked up at him with a curious expression, watching his face. “You are too important to risk you contacting such quantities of uncontrolled electricity. I do not think I could even handle such, without proper preparations.” She blinked, though it was a aesthetic action rather than a necessity. “Even still, it would be unwise.”
There was a faint color change in her eyes as her processors rooted through old files. When she was “socializing” she often put herself into the equivalent of power saving mode, so as she directed her CPU to other tasks, non essential tasks were slowed. Her hand, which had gently been grasping his shirt went still, and the color of her eyes dulled. After a few moments the color restabilized and she nodded, “There was record of a few of my sisters,” as she had come to refer to other dolls of her make, “using themselves as makeshift cores for their ships in emergencies. Unfortunately once such was done they were unsalvageable.”
Her attention drifted for a moment again, and the passive smile she often wore faded as her face became expressionless. Alice has yet to master sorrowful expressions unless actively attempting to display them, rather she would go blank.
“Please do not get yourself hurt by trying to competitively chase lightning. I would be emotionally wounded if you did.” (Alice)
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“I will be okay, I promise. It will be safe lightning chasing.” He chuckled a little, not knowing how exactly to make it safe. “Maybe I don’t chase actual lightning, but I look up how fast it goes and then try to beat it. Is better, no? Safer? Don’t worry.” Pietro went to Alice and rubbed her back, kissing her temple. “I would never want to wound you, emotionally or otherwise.”
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Yard implements do wonders.
no flamberge here, got a pocket knife tho?
I NEED SOMETHING THAT CAN DEAL A JAGGED THRUSTING WOUND AS WELL AS SLASHING DAMAGE
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Eva gave a wry grin at the mention of Wanda. That girl had a lot of potential, quite clear to an old instructor like the spellslinger. She was a good kid. “Oh I’m very good at a large number of... positions.” She quirked a brow as she smirked.
Listening to his explanation of the process of drinking, Eva snorted. She shook her head, rather amused by the man. “After drinking so much faewine, this stuff is bland as hell. And weak.” She shrugged, “Enhanced metabolisms have their down sides.” Walking around the bar, she came to stand beside him, plucking up another tumbler, and poured out the same scotch he was drinking. “But a little tea water never hurts.” Her smile was teasing and she gently tapped her glass to his before taking a sip.
“Yeah, foxy gets a bit overbearing at times. ‘Eva that’s not safe’ or ‘Eva don’t put that in your mouth you don’t know where he’s been’. Absolute killjoy at times. But you can’t beat her medicines, even now.” She shrugged one shoulder and took another swallow, slowly savoring it before she let it burn its way down her throat. “What I cant figure, though, is why you let her stay here. I mean now she’s involved with your android friend, but before that. This isn’t really her scene, but she can’t help but help y’all. Especially with Steve being involved. Old friends. But grapevine says you and boy wonder don’t play nice. So what gives?”
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“Eva. Alright. It’s nice to meet you, Eva,” Tony said, raising his glass and taking another sip. “Yeah, she’s good at that. Nagging, I mean. ‘Tony, don’t say those things. Tony, don’t look at me like that. Tony, don’t use your thrusters around my plants,’” he said, rolling his eyes. When Eva brought the bottle over to herself in an unconventional fashion, however, Tony groaned. “We already have an opinionated woman who can move things with her mind here, but… I’m sure there are other positions you could fill,” he teased.
Tony watched her chug the entire bottle, blinking twice in disbelief. “Mmkay, so that just happened,” he said. He cleared his throat and set his glass down on the table. “Hey, I appreciate getting drunk as well as the next person, but it is maybe a little-known fact that you actually do need a liver to live. So. Just throwing that out there. Also, what the hell was that?” he asked in the same calm tone in which he had said everything else. “You call that drinking? You have to appreciate the alcohol. Make love to it a little. It’s numbing your pain, the least you could do is taste it before it dies a stomach-acid-related death.”
“Watch,” he said then as he tipped up his glass one more time, taking in a mouthful of scotch. Swishing it around a bit in his mouth, he finally swallowed before concluding with an Ahhhhh. “That… is how you drink alcohol. Not like some kind of… booze barbarian,” he said playfully. “That comes much later when things like judgment are thrown out the window in an inebriated haze. It’s a process. You gotta respect the process. No skipping steps.” Of course, having said that, Tony downed what remained in his glass rather unceremoniously before refilling it again.
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“Been called worse... or better, however you look at it.” Eva swayed up to the bar, leaning against it as she watched the man drinking. “Either way, you can call me Eva.” He wasn’t a bad looking fella, and she did like his liquor stock. Her mood was improving by the wicked minute.
“Ugh, feelings. Kettu’s always nagging about mine.” Eva eyed the shelf after being told to help herself. She spotted the jar with the highest alcohol content, and though telekinesis wasn’t her style, it was worth the hassle. She levitated the jar to herself and plucked it out of the air. The cap was off and on the bar top by the next second and she had the bottle upended, as it rapidly drained. After the last swallow, she licked her lip as she set it down, one brow raising slightly at him. She wasn’t the sort to be cocky, but she was the kind of woman who knew her finer points, and when to utilize them. The dark haired, tall, woman before him was not cocky, she was confident.
“Tell me when the real drinking starts.”
❝How much did you drink?❞ (Eva, for... someone marvel?)
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“Well, that depends,” Tony said, already pouring another drink. “Are you one of that little fox’s weird interdimensional friends or a drunken delusion? I can work with either, but... one means I’m well on the way to Sloshed Town while the other means I’m probably gonna need to pick up the pace.” Pouring out some scotch, he replaced the top of the decanter and set it aside. “You want something? I swear I don’t know why I bother stocking the bar in this place, nobody ever uses it but me. Buncha... ungrateful under-achievers with no regard for the finer arts of alcoholism...” he grumbled. “Seriously, help yourself. If I drink alone they call me self-destructive and make me sit through boring conversations about feelings,” he said, shuddering in melodramatic fashion, “but if I drink with you, suddenly I’m a normal socializing adult!” he said in a rather animated style and with a big grin, sipping his drink.
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Ren moved as Pietro approached, standing with his feet planted in a wide stance to take up the doorway as he squared his shoulders. “Gonna hafta veto that one. Look, we’re done with the catheter, so you can get to piss all by yourself now.” Since there was no second exit to the bathroom, no window, a single door. “But for your sake, you’re staying here. I intend to see you well again, soon. And I’m not letting your boredom fuck that up.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and watched Pietro with a steady gaze. “Wanda wants you back. Let’s not add to her trauma with stupidity.”
“i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” (Ren)
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Pietro got up out of the bed anyway. “I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my sister. You’re not Maman. I am done with this bed,” he said, pointing emphatically at it. “I need to move... so I’m moving.” He then went to walk past Ren defiantly, not quite sure if he could - or should - use his speed yet. He knew he shouldn’t be out of bed yet with ten bullet wounds that were still healing, even after two months of lying in bed, but if he stayed in that bed one more minute, he felt like he was going to lose his mind...
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His words were merely confirmation of what she already suspected, based on his physical appearance, and his behaviors. For a few quiet moments she calculated projected outcomes, before arriving at the best option, or what she hoped was such.
She set forth into putting her new plan into motion. Stepping close, the doll gently wrapped her arms around him, holding him and snuggling against his side. “Let me stay with you then. I do not think you should be alone now. Have you eaten yet? Miss Kettu did leave sustenance in the ice box for you.”
“how long has it last been since you slept?” (Alice)
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“About three days,” Pietro said, blinking his dry, red eyes lethargically. “Why?” He didn’t want to have to admit to her that he was purposefully staying awake to avoid nightmares. The way he saw it, she couldn’t do anything to help anyway. No one could. She’d either try to help or tell Wanda or Kettu and then everybody would be worried and fussing over him. No, he would just stay awake as long as he could. Nightmares couldn’t find him if he didn’t sleep at all...
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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.
“at least let me clean the wound!”
“you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.”
“i really think you need to see a doctor.”
“i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.”
“your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!”
“..i’m here if you need anything, okay?”
“stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!”
“listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.”
“i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.”
“how long has it last been since you slept?”
“have you even been taking your medicine?”
“i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.”
“let me take care of you, for once.”
“you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!”
“i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.”
“it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.”
“stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!”
“listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.”
“oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”
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Nonverbal RP Starters
I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!
Neutral
☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder
👉 Point to something for my muse to see
🤙 Bump into my muse
😊 Sit down next to my muse
🤨 Sit down across from my muse
📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse
✍️ Pass my muse a note
🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
Aggressive
🐺 Growl at my muse
😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse
😠 Death Glare at my muse
🙌 Push/Shove my muse
👊 Punch my muse
👖 Kick my muse in the shin
👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot
😵 Knee my muse in the gut
💀 Knee my muse in the groin
🔪 Point a weapon at my muse
🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture
👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar
💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily
Angst
👩⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound
🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick
🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up
👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare
🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare
😭 Hold my muse when they are crying
😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret
💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears
💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma
Soft
👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt
🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
🤝 Hold my muse’s hand
🤗 Pull my muse into a hug
🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee
🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand
🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it
👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes
😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them
🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek
Playful
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder
💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance
🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing
😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse
😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse
😱 Make a silly face at my muse
🤭 Tickle my muse
👃 Poke my muse’s nose
💪 Pick my muse up
Sensual/Sexual
💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss
💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss
💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss
❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss
🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
😉 Pull my muse in by the hips
😲 Smack my muse’s butt
💋 Kiss my muse’s neck
👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage
👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse
👀 Push my muse down on the bed
👄 Pull my muse onto the bed
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❣️ VALENTINES INTERACTIONS !
send one of these in to see my muse’s reaction ( add “ +reverse” for my muse to do the action to yours ) !
[ be my valentine ] to ask my muse to be your muse’s valentine.
[ ring in a box ] to propose to my muse.
[ box of chocolates ] to give my muse a box of chocolates.
[ romantic song ] to serenade my muse with a romantic song.
[ flowers ] to hand my muse a bouquet of their favourite flowers.
[ smooches ] to kiss my muse on the lips.
[ cheek kiss ] to kiss my muse on the cheek.
[ lingerie ] to gift my muse sexy lingerie.
[ dinner ] to ask my muse out to a fancy dinner.
[ breakfast ] to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed.
[ confession ] to confess romantic feelings to my muse.
[ love letter ] to give my muse a love letter.
[ chefs kiss ] to cook my muse their favourite meal.
[ oversized teddy ] to gift my muse a giant teddy bear.
[ cheesy ] to tell my muse a cheesy pickup line ( bonus if you include the line ).
[ chocolate strawberries ] to gift my muse chocolate covered strawberries.
[ rom com ] to have a rom com movie marathon with my muse.
[ jealousy ] to get jealous that my muse has a different valentine.
[ bake off ] to challenge my muse to a heart-shaped cake bake off.
[ slow dance ] to slow dance with my muse.
[ bubble bath ] to soak in a warm bubble bath with my muse.
[ rose petals ] to throw a handful of rose petals over my muse.
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Ren felt his heart beat hard in his chest at her words and he couldn’t help the way he inflated some. But damn if that didn’t bring the light to his world! His eyes fell closed for a second, simply savoring the words, the sound of her voice, the shape of each word, and the impactful meaning behind them.
“I will love you to my last breath and beyond, Wanda.” He swore to her, leaning down to brush a kiss at her hairline.
[For Ren] Could kill you, but is still a cinnamon roll
“Who? Me?”
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There was obvious concern on Alice’s face when he choked and she quickly reached around to pat his back, mindful of his fragility as a human. His laughter though, confused her even more and her face scrunched up in a pout. Then to complicate the issue, he was agreeing. Sort of. Completely? Humans were confusing.
She stared at him for a moment before she looked down his body in a rather clearly analyzing way. “Very well. You are my preferred biologic. However I have no experience nor programming files to access for sexual activities. I will have to... learn as I go.”
[For Alice] Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll
“Could someone please explain the purpose of calling people by pastries?”
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AS IS COMMON KNOWLEDGE ON TUMBLR RPC
DO NOT REBLOG RPS THAT YOU’RE NOT INVOLVED IN
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Taking her hand, he drew her near, placing his other on her waist. After a lingering kiss to her palm, he pulled her into a slow dance, as music played from all around them. “Anything you say, my queen.”
[For Ren] Could kill you, but is still a cinnamon roll
“Who? Me?”
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