"talk about a dick-measuring contest... I don't know who I'd rather have come out on top." clint's laughing to himself. "tony... probably. though this bunny guy doesn't seem that awful."
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GET TO KNOW THE MUN
NAME: JellyCream for the most part or either Jelly or Cream
PRONOUNS: She/her but I don't mind They/them
METHOD OF COMMUNICATION: Mainly Tumblr (inbox/DMs) and Discord
EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS: Um I've actually lost track of it at this point but- I'd say I've begun roleplaying circa 2005 through several platforms and forums back when they were more of a thing. On Tumblr specifically I started somewhere between 2007 and 2009 but been more consistently roleplaying since 2013-ish, with a few other places on the side but that's mostly narrowed down to Discord now.
RP PET PEEVE: Oh god so many through the years... I'd say when a mun can't fucking hold IC matters apart from OOC and makes it everyone else's problem and ruin it for everybody, especially after claiming they have no issue with IC =/= OOC, y'know, like a liar-- I absolutely saw this shit happen and it caused such a fucking collapse on a nice friend group that used to exist before that.
PLOTS OR MEMES: I'm okay with either
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Upon observing, my replies tend to be of medium lenght most of the time, plus small text (<s>) which makes it appear shorter. But I can work with any lenght depending on what me and my partner are going with.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I'd argue that in order to write a character you have to put a bit of yourself into them at the very least, no matter if canon or an OC. Gretel isn't my only muse, and of course I'm not as hellbent revengeful as her lmao, but I can lowkey relate to the thought of feeling so wronged and injusticed that the premise of throwing the concept of 'bigger person' and such through the window and go fuck all can be tempting at times. On the other hand there are muses like my Faz Ent. guard/employee 'Banshee' (over at @jammedmuses ) who is extremely nurturing and I write kinda like someone I wish I had as a friend IRL growing up.
Tagged by: @classico-fazbear
Tagging: use those raccoon hands of yours and steal it from me
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You blinked for a moment as you stared at your wheelbarrow. How many pumpkins did you have by now? Who knows! All you knew was any minute now, Shane would be here, and you were going to let him pick out as many as he wanted from the harvest. ( he came at the start of the season - paid up front to have first picks. something about wanting to do something special for marnie and jas. who were you to say no to that? ) Your eyes seemed to move to the entrance of the forest and your free hand seemed to move to push your hat further - an attempt at getting the light out of your eyes. Your other hand kept its grip tight on your sickle, as you turned your attention back down and did one last chop on the stem of the last grown pumpkin of the harvest. As if on cue, you heard the faintest sound of leaves crunching, and as you brought yourself up, you hoisted the crop with you.
Turning towards the entrance of the forest again as you settled the crop into the wheelbarrow, you saw a head of purple. ( purple? blue? you still couldn’t tell what color his hair was. but you sure as hell recognized the tattered jacket. you’d make a note to yourself to look into at least getting him patches. )
“ Shane? “ You called, pausing for a minute for him to get closer. As he did, you gave a bright smile. “ Shaaaane! Over here! “ You raised a hand to wave, and you seemingly bounced on your feet. “ Your pumpkins are all ready! “
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"y'know, an old buddy of mine would always tell me the ladies love a married man, but… i hear divorce is all the rage these days. and fatherhood, apparently." wink. he gives a big ol award winning toothy smile.
"what i'm saying is, i'm the ideal man. i mean, i always have been, but i just keep getting more handsome, don't i?"
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