July 24 2014, 07:35 PM

underthemask

Sorry for the long wait on drafts, but I just do not feel like writing longish replies right now. I swear I will get to them eventually, though.

July 21 2014, 07:42 PM

Sexual Cute and Dramatic M!A List:

the-stolen-wife:

Sexual M!A’s:

  • Flesh: Muse is horny and wants to have rough sex(ex.being thrown against a wall and bitten)(Anon chooses time)
  • Drunk:Muse will stumble, and talk, slurred, as if they are quite intoxicated, along with hit on anyone, badly.
  • Truth potion: Muse has to tell the truth about anything asked for an hour.
  • Tell Me What To Do: Muse is a slave to Anon’s choice
  • Flustered:When Muse sees, ((anon chooses) can be an OC), Muse will stutter, blush, and act like a complete klutz around the so called individual, for 3 hours.
  • S & M: Muse wants to have S & M sex (Anon decides if Muse is S or M and with who)
  • Whipped Cream: Muse wants everything with whipped cream on it for 3 hours
  • Heat:Muse will be put into a hot room. Muse is tied to a chair and has to stay in that room for at least an hour. (Under the watch of Anon’s choice)
  • Take It Off:Muse takes off an article of clothing every time their name is said.(Anon decides how long)
  • Wish We Were Older: Muse is into child’s play for 4 hours
  • Vulnerable:Muse is left tied up in a public place, for anyone to take advantage of. (Muse cannot be untied until the 5 hours are up.)
  • Kitten/Pup Affection: Muse is a “kitten” or “puppy” to (Anon Deicdes), being submissive and has to crawl around on their knees, doing anything there Master(s) say. 24 hours
  • Name: Has an orgasm every time someone says there name. 

Muse can receive as many M!A’s as the Anon’s want to give.

Cute M!A’S:

  • Lean On Me: With the help of ___ (anon’s choice) your muse will get through something that scared them (the anon can specify or leave it up to the mun) for 3 hours.
  • Here’s To Never Growing Up: Isn’t that just adorable. Your muse will experience puppy dog love with ___ (anon’s choice) for 2 days.
  • Thunder: It’s raining outside and your muse is stuck inside with ___ (anon’s choice) and when the power goes out they cuddle to keep warm.
  • Sweet Nothings: Your muse is full of nothing but happiness and positive things to say for 24 hours.
  • Ariel: Oh no, your muse has lost it’s voice! But they have to tell ___ (anon’s choice) how they feel! If your muse gets a kiss from the chosen person within 2 days they get their voice back, if not well you’ve seen the movie.
  • Pure: Sex? What’s that? Muse suddenly has the mentality of a three year old, and can’t understand anything ‘adult’. Anon decides the duration.

Dramatic M!A’S:

  • Fear: Anon gets to name something, and muse will have an extremely debilitating phobia of it for one week. Bonus points if it’s something ridiculous.
  • Blue Birds of Horror: Animals, particularly birds, hate you for the next two days. They bomb dive and attack you with relentless force until you are safely inside.
  • Heathers: Your muse becomes a sociopath for 12 hours. If your muse is already a sociopath, he/she becomes empathetic to everyone.
  • Burn: Muse is severely falling in love with (anon decides who and duration.)
  • Cough Syrup: (tw) Muse becomes extremely depressed and is not in a good mindset and begins to have thoughts of suicide. (Anon decides duration)
  • Memories: Muse has amnesia. (Anon decides duration)
  • Stay: Muse becomes extremely sick and may end up in the hospital for (anon decides illness and how long)
  • Jealousy: Muse will be jealous, of (anon chooses) for a certain amount of time. Anon chooses, for what reason Muse is jealous. Also for how long.
July 21 2014, 07:37 PM
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental 'research.' After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in? || "Michael?!" She exclaimed once she had finally found him. "Oh my god!"

grace-alana-stark:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

grace-alana-stark:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

Mike’s head was still spinning, his vision blurred. He heard a voice that he knew he recognized. No…it couldn’t be. “Grace?” He shot up from the floor of the dank cell he had been kept in, frantically searching until his eyes landed on her. “What are you doing here? You’ve got to run; you’ve got to get out right now!” He tried to stand, but he couldn’t, the drugs in his system still affecting his balance. The fresh bruises and cuts didn’t help either. 

His brow furrowed. “That makes it sound like you wouldn’t be this upset if we were just friends.” He knew that’s not what she meant, but he couldn’t not point it out. It bothered him. “You’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to feel bad for me because what happened sucked. You are not allowed to think it’s your fault.” 

"Forget I said anything…" she muttered and stood up. Pacing his room, she let out a breath. "Mike, forget about me, okay? Let’s focus on you. You getting better."

"I could never forget about you," he muttered as she stood. "There’s not much either of us can do until my back heals up. Then, I can start moving around and getting back in shape." 

She nodded and kissed his cheek, hoping it passed off as friendly. Unfortunately, her lips lingered a second too long. “I need to take a shower. I’ll come back later, kay?”

He smiled softly, warmly, towards her. “Okay. I promise I won’t go anywhere,” he said, a bad attempt at a joke.

July 21 2014, 07:28 PM
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental 'research.' After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in? || "Michael?!" She exclaimed once she had finally found him. "Oh my god!"

grace-alana-stark:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

Mike’s head was still spinning, his vision blurred. He heard a voice that he knew he recognized. No…it couldn’t be. “Grace?” He shot up from the floor of the dank cell he had been kept in, frantically searching until his eyes landed on her. “What are you doing here? You’ve got to run; you’ve got to get out right now!” He tried to stand, but he couldn’t, the drugs in his system still affecting his balance. The fresh bruises and cuts didn’t help either. 

His brow furrowed. “That makes it sound like you wouldn’t be this upset if we were just friends.” He knew that’s not what she meant, but he couldn’t not point it out. It bothered him. “You’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to feel bad for me because what happened sucked. You are not allowed to think it’s your fault.” 

"Forget I said anything…" she muttered and stood up. Pacing his room, she let out a breath. "Mike, forget about me, okay? Let’s focus on you. You getting better."

"I could never forget about you," he muttered as she stood. "There’s not much either of us can do until my back heals up. Then, I can start moving around and getting back in shape." 

July 21 2014, 07:21 PM

Open

the-archangels:

Ramsey huffed out a breath. He was really hoping his savior would have personally taught him himself. He couldn’t be picky, he figured. The thought of using his powers to convince the other male to teach him came through his mind, but he decided against it, ultimately. He was already strained from the earlier time he used it. Not to mention he’d feel bad for tricking someone who just helped him. “Alright… I guess I’ll go there.” Ramsey nodded. “Thank you, again.” He offered the other male a smile, unknowingly doing a puppy dog face.

"The instructors will teach you everything you need to know. They certainly helped me." He nodded. "You’re welcome. Now, get out of the alley before someone else decides they want your spending money." With that, Mike climbed up the wall of the building and back onto the roof, running out of Ramsey’s sight.

July 21 2014, 07:03 PM

Open

the-archangels:

The moment the hero said those few final words, Ramsey figured it was the best opportunity to ask for what he wanted to ask for. “So, you should teach me how to defend myself.” He suggested, though it was more of a plea. It was a long shot and he knew a hero like the one in front of him wouldn’t have the time to teach him, but it could pay off in the long run. “I can help you fight crime. I’m not as hopeless as I look.”

Mike’s hands curled into fists. He should’ve known Ramsey would suggest something like that. “I’m sure you have plenty of potential, but I’m no mentor. I don’t usually do this kind of thing- deal with muggers in the streets. My mission is much more dangerous. I just happened to be around. But, if you want to learn to defend yourself, go to the Krav Maga Martial Arts Studio on West 14th Street and 7th Avenue. They can teach you a few things.” 

July 21 2014, 06:49 PM
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental 'research.' After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in? || "Michael?!" She exclaimed once she had finally found him. "Oh my god!"

grace-alana-stark:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

Mike’s head was still spinning, his vision blurred. He heard a voice that he knew he recognized. No…it couldn’t be. “Grace?” He shot up from the floor of the dank cell he had been kept in, frantically searching until his eyes landed on her. “What are you doing here? You’ve got to run; you’ve got to get out right now!” He tried to stand, but he couldn’t, the drugs in his system still affecting his balance. The fresh bruises and cuts didn’t help either. 

He knew she was lying again, but this time he didn’t have to call her out on it before she revealed herself. His heart sank when she explained why she was truly upset and he cursed softly. That was something she never should have seen. “Grace, look at me.” He reached forward and placed his hand on her cheek, directing her to make eye contact. “This is not your fault. It’s mine and mine only. I put myself in a vulnerable position. I took that risk. What they did to me does not fall on your shoulders. It falls onto mine. Hydra put in a lot of work to make sure no one could find me. The fact that you did is a miracle in itself.” 

Grace looked down, but when he placed a hand on her cheek she made eye contact. As he spoke, she nodded. “I’m sorry… For crying like this,” she sniffled, wiping at her eyes. “We’re not even officially together,” she muttered under her breath.

His brow furrowed. “That makes it sound like you wouldn’t be this upset if we were just friends.” He knew that’s not what she meant, but he couldn’t not point it out. It bothered him. “You’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to feel bad for me because what happened sucked. You are not allowed to think it’s your fault.” 

July 21 2014, 05:42 PM
  •  A. If you could get away with one murder in your lifetime without any legal, social, or emotional repercussions, would you kill someone?
  •   B. What is your first thought when you receive a message on Tumblr, are you excited for the idea of someone from potentially the other side of the world wanting to talk to you or fearful that someone will criticize you?
  •   C. Have you ever looked down on someone because you thought your religious views were superior?
  •   D. Would you rather know everything the universe has to offer but in exchange lose all emotions or remain the way you are now?
  •   E. If you could live and be healthy without sleeping or eating/drinking, which would you cut out of your life?
  •   F. If you could take on the exact body and form of anyone else on Earth, who would it be?
  •   G. Would you rather burn or freeze to death?
  •   H. If it meant it would solve all world hunger, war, disease and bigotry, would you spend the rest of eternity in Hell?
  •   I. Was the first crush in your life something you had or something someone had on you?
  •   J. Could you live without having sex ever (again) in exchange for eternal youth?
  •   K. Have you ever watched a full length pornographic movie?
  •   L. The Beatles or The Rolling Stones?
  •   M. If you could have the ability to manipulate matter or energy, which would you choose?
  •   N. What was the worst nightmare you ever had?
  •   O. Would you rather spend one year with your one true love just to never see them again or the rest of your life with second best?
  •   P. All the sequels/remakes/adaptations/rip-offs in movies nowadays, good or bad?
  •   Q. Would you rather be dirt poor and emotionally fulfilled in life or be rich beyond imagination and emotionally dissatisfied for life?
  •   R. Do you have any (secret) feelings of bigotry to any group of people?
  •   S. Would you rather be the only person in the world that can read minds or have everyone else in the world be able to read minds except for your own?
  •   T. If everyone in the world would automatically only know one language, which language would you choose?
  •   U. If you were old enough and not in a situation where it would be inappropriate, would you sleep with one of your (past) school teachers/professors?
  •   V. A world without religion, good, bad, neutral?
  •   W. The men's rights movement, legitimate cause or laughable, and why?
  •   X. You can eliminate one of your five senses to substantially strengthen the others, which one and would you do it?
  •   Y. Do looks mean anything to you? Don't lie, could you fall in love with someone you thought was ugly?
  •   Z. Can you understand the mindset and logic used by the opposite spiritual opinion? An atheist understanding the belief in a higher power and vice versa.
July 21 2014, 05:42 PM

Kinky Questions, make my muse uncomfortable—go! (1-78)

mynamesenzo:

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July 21 2014, 05:41 PM
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental 'research.' After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in? || "Michael?!" She exclaimed once she had finally found him. "Oh my god!"

grace-alana-stark:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

Mike’s head was still spinning, his vision blurred. He heard a voice that he knew he recognized. No…it couldn’t be. “Grace?” He shot up from the floor of the dank cell he had been kept in, frantically searching until his eyes landed on her. “What are you doing here? You’ve got to run; you’ve got to get out right now!” He tried to stand, but he couldn’t, the drugs in his system still affecting his balance. The fresh bruises and cuts didn’t help either. 

Mike groaned as he woke up, the soreness running throughout his whole body the first thing he noticed. The second thing he noticed was the presence of someone else in the room; he had gained a sense of when he wasn’t alone during his time being held captive. “Hey Grace.” He didn’t have to open his eyes to know it was her. When he did open his eyes, however, he noticed that her eyes were red. “You okay?”

She sniffed and nodded. “Y-Yeah… M’fine. Allergies,” her voice cracked and gave up lying. “I saw your back, Michael. I’m sorry,” she shed another tear before wiping it. “If only I found you sooner…”

He knew she was lying again, but this time he didn’t have to call her out on it before she revealed herself. His heart sank when she explained why she was truly upset and he cursed softly. That was something she never should have seen. “Grace, look at me.” He reached forward and placed his hand on her cheek, directing her to make eye contact. “This is not your fault. It’s mine and mine only. I put myself in a vulnerable position. I took that risk. What they did to me does not fall on your shoulders. It falls onto mine. Hydra put in a lot of work to make sure no one could find me. The fact that you did is a miracle in itself.” 

July 21 2014, 05:35 PM

Send me a ‘kiss’ to see where I’d kiss you.

fyeahaskmemes:

hand | forehead | cheek | ear | lips | neck | elsewhere

July 21 2014, 05:09 PM
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental 'research.' After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in? || "Michael?!" She exclaimed once she had finally found him. "Oh my god!"

grace-alana-stark:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

mynamesmichaelbrookes:

Mike’s head was still spinning, his vision blurred. He heard a voice that he knew he recognized. No…it couldn’t be. “Grace?” He shot up from the floor of the dank cell he had been kept in, frantically searching until his eyes landed on her. “What are you doing here? You’ve got to run; you’ve got to get out right now!” He tried to stand, but he couldn’t, the drugs in his system still affecting his balance. The fresh bruises and cuts didn’t help either. 

He knew she was going to stay and the thought comforted him as he fell to sleep. When she did look under the layers of gauze and bandages, Grace would find rows and rows of whip marks across his back, some already scabbed over and some barely a day old. The dried blood that had dripped from the lines had been washed off by the doctors. Mike slept soundly through her little investigation, not waking until a few hours later. 

Grace placed back his bandages on and took a seat next to him again. Unable to help herself, she cried silently. If only she got there earlier maybe he wouldn’t be hurting so much. If only she was fast enough, he wouldn’t be lying on that bed with all those injuries. When he woke up, she tried to wipe away her tears and hoped her puffy red eyes weren’t as noticable.

Mike groaned as he woke up, the soreness running throughout his whole body the first thing he noticed. The second thing he noticed was the presence of someone else in the room; he had gained a sense of when he wasn’t alone during his time being held captive. “Hey Grace.” He didn’t have to open his eyes to know it was her. When he did open his eyes, however, he noticed that her eyes were red. “You okay?”