(( SUP mun is still alive but has extremely limited time to devote to rp blogs because she’s been hired to illustrate a children’s book!! ahHH but she definitely will be done in the next few weeks so activity will spike at some point in the very near future! ))
When Bucky reaches the bedroom and see’s Clint absent and his worry spikes sharply in the split second it takes him to glance around, then it falls away when he see’s a nose peeking out of his closet. Pacing closer and closer, he warily peeks round the corner and see’s Clint in his closet with the blankets, having made himself what looks like a nest perfect for him and Bucky huffs out a sigh of relief before setting the bowls down. He doesn’t care when some of the water spills onto the carpet, he only hopes it’s enough for Clint.
I wasn’t sure what was easy on your stomach and this form so I brought chicken. If you need more or anything else I can get it for you. James returns to his previous position and settles on the floor, not willing to invade Clint’s nest when he has made it his space. Instead he will wait until the fox decides what he wants to do, what he is comfortable with and what he feels safe pursuing. If that turns out to be eating and sleeping then James will watch over him for as long as he needed.
There’s a bathroom down the hall if you need to go, and there is a guest bedroom if my scent makes it uncomfortable for you to be here. James was trying to distract himself from the heavenly scent and how darn cute Clint looked all tucked up in there. His only heartache came from the situation and how he badly wished they had met under different circumstances.
Taking the time to relocate the nest piece by piece had helped, but the moment Bucky had returned, peering into the depths of the closet, all the work Clint had done to distract himself was knocked asunder. The scent of the chicken was a pale comparison to the Alpha himself, but Clint peeled himself away from the hollow and came out to meet what Bucky had gathered.
The Omega murmured a thanks and went at the food and water with a will, stopping only when both bowls were dry and finishing it off with a satisfied swipe of his tongue. Sleep seemed like the smartest option; after so long without food and finally getting something into his stomach, he would normally get himself cleaned up and render himself unconscious for a while. The trip here had been rest enough; nothing in the fox’s body was willing to curl up for very long. Instead it felt as though energy had been reintroduced to his system, making the remainder of his needs very, very obvious.
So his attention turned to Bucky. Clint heard the words, the offers and suggestions, and considered relocating to the other room to rid himself of the alluring, intoxicating scent of his Alpha— at least for a while.
But when his paws moved themselves, instead of taking him to the bedroom door, they took him closer to Bucky, stopping just shy of a few feet away and flicking his tail awkwardly, nose working as he selfishly drank in his smell.
Can you take this thing out, please?
Send me `Hail Hydra` for my muses reaction yours being revealed as a Double Agent.
James didn’t want to believe it, he wasn’t even sure he could believe it. Hearing those words fall from that mouth… he couldn’t believe it. His whole body felt cold, his heart was hammering fit to burst in his chest and Amna whined somewhere off to his side but he was unsure where she was.
“No… no no don’t you—… don’t you say that not you… not—… not you.” Not after all this time, the things they’d been through together, the things they’d faced and fought and beaten by being a team. He’d let Clint in, let him see the deepest, darkest most pained area’s of his soul and yet now it felt like all this time Clint had just been marveling at the damage his organisation had caused.
When he reached back for the wall, his legs gave way and even though there was a weapon in his hand, he couldn’t see clear enough to use it. Clint was still in the same spot, still cold and cruel and probably waiting on whoever was going to crash through that door and take him.
And James would let them. He wanted to forget this. He didn’t want to feel anything and he wanted, badly, to forget Clint.
He hadn’t intended on being so bold, nuzzling in and dragging the side of his face over Clint’s neck to mix their scents and just feel the fox against him, a move that satisfied his urges for now but also fueled the need building in his heart to have Clint accept him. He pulled away shortly there after, tongue flashing out to lick his jowl and help swallow down the nerves that threatened to choke him. How could something so beautiful, so small be unclaimed for so long.
What a terribly lonely life the fox must have led up until now. There was a spark that shot straight through James when Clint described how he felt and he fluffed slightly in pride. You’re not so bad yourself, he commented, trying to inject some lightness into their conversation. Before long Clint would be bogged down with sensations and James would rather at least get to know what he could and make him feel comfortable before that happened. He did growl though upon hearing how long he had gone without food before he nodded and rose up slowly.
On his feet, the size difference became that more apparent but James moved slow so not to startle Clint. I can get you something to eat, please don’t run. I would rather you didn’t further any discomfort you may run into when I’m not here. With that, James disappeared out the room and down the hall to the kitchen. In times like these, there was an emergency section in his fridge. He was unsure what fox’s ate but he hoped Clint’s wouldn’t mind some chicken. He changed back into his human form for ease, pulling the chicken out of the fridge and setting it in a bowl then adding a large amount of water to the bowl attached.
Shifting back, the wolf then carefully picked up the joined bowls and padded slowly back to the bedroom.
Admittedly, the light comment did help a little, and had Clint a more expressive form the blink he’d given James in response might’ve been accompanied by a tiny upturn of his lips.
I told you, I’m not going anywhere tonight.
Watching James rise and tower over him had more of the same effect, driving the fox’s heartbeat up another level higher, and as the wolf left the room, Clint very nearly followed. He stopped himself at the door to the bedroom, one paw hovering in uncertainty. Or was it impatience? Beating that back didn’t take longer than a few moments, after catching a glimpse of James shifting into the much more convenient human form, and he turned back around to re-enter the bedroom, applying his thoughts to reorganizing the nest.
James had been kind to give him the entire bed, but it was a little too open for Clint— he’d much rather prefer something with walls, something that felt much more protective— like the closet. Clint sniffed at it from the surface of the bed before he started dragging the extra pillows and blankets, glad for the distraction and hoping the change wouldn’t irritate the Alpha. For some reason it didn’t quite appeal to Clint to make the wolf feel even more at fault, at least not until his head was cleared after today and he could see things for what they were.
I wasn’t exactly willing, James snapped, showing the first hint that there could be a temper underneath the kindness. It was a sore subject and James was no monster, yet he had never divulged such stories because yes it painted him like one. He was trying though, trying to show he was caring but his past screamed anything but. He drew in a breath, still not moving for fear of pushing the other away. All he wanted to do was help and for a moment he was bitter. Bitter towards the humans that had fucked him up so that he couldn’t even mate properly.
But Clint didn’t shy away from the touch, he didn’t move away and if anything else, he fluffed up more so James took that as a good sign. He was adorable that was for sure and James finally made some more movement, shifting his tail across the floor as he regarded Clint. With how shocked he sounded, it was clear he did not have a high opinion of Alpha’s. Of course. I didn’t knot you or claim you with permission, if you don’t want to stay here then we can work something out to make sure you live the way you want to. What happened was… it was my fault and I apologise so deeply for that so yes you have a choice.
He heard what Clint said, but all he mostly got was that the Omega was going to tolerate for him for the night and without thinking, he ducked his head under Clint’s chin and let out a soft whine, nuzzling in and tilting his head to almost attempt to spread his scent along the Omega. I’ll take care of you.
The snap had Clint shift back instinctively, just about half an inch, but it wasn’t enough to tempt him to dart back underneath the bed for cover. Instead, he let his ears angle backwards in the bare hint of irritation, since the animal deep down inside him knew that thresholds hadn’t yet been explored to their fullest. James was, at least on surface, kind and generous, but he clearly had some anger underneath the rest of it.
The anger seemed to melt away almost immediately, and then Clint’s entire body was on fire.
The fox went frozen at the heavy, direct contact, unable and unconsciously unwilling to jump away from James, even though the flight in his toes dearly suggested that he should. It was a loving gesture, not an aggressive one, but it was more than that, and he couldn’t help but lean into it. The sudden contact with the Alpha left Clint panting openly, trying to fight down the whine that made it out into the air just a little bit anyway.
Y-you feel really good— The words were quiet, reluctant, but also coming from everywhere except his head. It took some very clear focus to gain control of himself after that, but his request was still as quiet as before. I should— I haven’t eaten in a day, did you say you had food?
Ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ ｃｏｍｍｉｓｓｉｏｎｓ ｎｏｗ ｏｐｅｎ
In order to raise money for repairs and bills while on a job search, I’ve decided to put my writing talents up for hire. Strange right, well I have just completed a 4 year university degree and scriptwriting was my highest graded class. I’ve been writing for about 4ish years and roleplaying for 2 and a half. All of these have helped me improve and one thing I’ve noticed?
There’s always that one scenario or one kink or one idea that you’ve always wanted to see happen to your favourite OTP but it’s still not around.
Well now it can be. I will take any prompt for any ship, the fandoms I know the best are
- Marvel (ALL MARVEL)
- Teen Wolf
- Assassins Creed
- Tomb Riader
- Harry Potter
If your fandom isn’t there, not to worry! I’ll do my research into any character/fandom that I’m not familiar with.
Examples of my writing can be found here on AO3 or any of my roleplay accounts.
Now, prices. Prices are more suggested donations as I know money is not easy to come by (trust me I know) so suggested donations range from:
- $1/£1 - $5/£5 for 100 - 700 words.
- $5/£5 - $10/£10 for 700 to 1500 words.
- $10/£10 - $20/£20 for 1500 - 4000 words.
- Anything above that can be discussed in terms of how many words and chapters you are wanting.These are up for discussion. Come to me with your fic request, a suggested donation and a way to contact you when your fic is complete and chances are the answer will be yes. I accept and use Paypal, it protects both users!
So don’t be shy! The only things I will not write are any characters under the age of 18 (if they are in canon I shall boost their age), anything involving Justin Bieber, One Direction or Disney channel shows. Other than that, suggest literally anything you like! You’d be helping me out and getting something for yourself.
And if you do help or even just reblog this, I sincerely thankyou for taking the time, and keep the look out for the days where I’ll offer fics for free! <33
In just his boxers and with a smudge of whitening foam at the corner of his lips, Loki refuses to acknowledge anything but contempt for the archer though an isolated portion of his brain would like to more readily focus on the plunging v of his inguinal region.
"Your form offends me." Close enough.
"Mhmm." Clint mumbles, as though Loki’s point is a valid argument.
The archer doesn’t seem to realize— or care, really— that he’s only partly dressed in the presence of what some might consider a “guest”.
"I’ll make sure from now on that I only leave my bed with a full suit on. For your convenience. Since you never seem to want to leave.”
(continues to glare even after he’s vanished past the threshold of the kitchen)
Returns only after about six minutes with coffee in his hand, Loki’s not gone, so Clint just leans against the divider between kitchen and living room and sips like a dainty thug.
"I take it I did something."
(( So I’m old news. I’m such old news that my grave’s already aged a bit and multiple music festivals have trampled over it to the old-fashioned dislike of whatever society came before them. There was a time a looong time ago (actually just about a year) where I might’ve wondered about myself becoming, one magical day, one of the top Clints that people really loved going to for interaction.
It never happened, and I’ve accepted that it won’t, and I’ve become a great deal happier and have been able to focus on my life for that fact. I was bitter about it for a while, sure, because let’s face it: popularity, or, at the very least, acknowledgement, is a huge deal in the tumblr roleplay zone.
But y’know what? I’m over it. I’ve been over it for about half a year now, and I couldn’t be happier. The only really important thing that being old news means is that the people who really matter come out of the woodwork and become very bright.
[ hibernamilitis ] I don’t think I’ve ever known someone as kind, generous and down-fuckin-right genius as this lady. We have somewhere around twenty AUs for Clint and Bucky, and each one is unique and dramatic in its own way. None of them end happily, but that’s just because we are such kindred spirits that we can never plan a happy plot without consciously saying “STOP THIS IS FULL OF DEATH”. I mean, that never stops us, but still. You are literally the one person in the world I feel comfortable talking about nearly anything with, because I know I won’t be judged and I know you might even be able to relate. I love you so much, and I really hope we get the chance to actually hang out together again the next time you’re in the states! Or I’ll just come to Scotland. EITHER WAY.
[ the-blacksmith-in-armani ] Not only was Tony my Clint’s first legitimate ship, but his mun is one of the first people from tumblr I became friends with. We’ve done so many things with our muses both on tumblr and through Skype that I still value their relationship as one of Clint’s most important, among those he could never, ever do without. I’d never even considered the whole Ironhawk ship before we met you, but it’s remained one of my favorites. Additionally, your patience and well of professional advice has helped me through so many obstacles of my just-starting illustration career, and I couldn’t have done any of my biggest jobs without your help!
[ itsbeenalongnight ] Basically you own my feels. I love how our muses met arguing over a girl, devolving into snarky backs-and-forths, and became an actual item because originally it seemed like such crack. At this point Clint can’t do without Arthur; their relationship has become one of the most legitimate he has, and I can’t believe I ever regarded it as nothing but crack. Also, I think I probably have one of those “we’ve never met but based on your personality I may or may not have a high-school-cliche crush on you” sort of things.
[ talentedliarloki ] The most wonderfully perfect-sized cheese-numming mouse to ever be able to fit into the shirt pocket that I apparently only have in my imagination because that’s literally what I imagine when we do that bit. It has taken us months and months and months of never-ending plotting to figure out a legitimate way to bring Clint and Loki together without one of them losing too much blood to remain conscious. We could’ve just thrust them together for a drunk night of getting to know the bed better, but neither of us was okay with the easy way. Now I can’t wait to put our plan into motion. I also really appreciate you having us over last weekend to party hardy with you guys, and that you offered your home to us while we visited. I have your priceless signed GotG poster hanging up just above my bed so I can stare at it for years and years until I die of starvation.
[ bandaidsandbattlestaves ] Katttt. It’s so fun interacting with you and discussing comics and the Dresden Files together. You know a lot more about comics than I do and I always feel the need to check certain things with you to see if you know whether or not they’re canon. I’ve become attached to Bobbi as a character thanks to you, and most especially her relationship with Clint. Plus, y’know, you showed me there magic that is Fight Club. So there’s that, too.
[ onlytalia / morebullets ] JULES OKAY you and your sister are literally two of my best friends. On a scale of “local friends who I used to call my best friends until they called someone else their best friend” and “people I love so much that you could do that and I’d still refer to you as my best friends”, you’re.. that second one. It works. I’ve shared Artist Alley tables with you, walked down dangerous Atlanta city streets at night with you, and have run screaming away from human-sized green monsters that want to blow our faces off with you, and have sung Disney songs at the top of my lungs in a parking garage with you. You provide me with all the much-needed artistic critique I can ever ask for, and your knowledge of human anatomy and color has been extremely helpful. If I ever start asking for critiques too often, feel free to tell me to cool it!
[ awantedman / sunspotnitentia ] BABE you literally play the only versions of these two characters I interact with. Your Spidey is innocent without being innocent, genius while still retaining that silly nerd side of himself; your Jim is flirty, he’s funny, and he’s still the same risk-taking captain I’ve grown to love from the new movies. I’M SO GLAD I GOT TO MEET YOU LAST WEEKEND— I had such a fun time and I’m so sad it had to end. I’M KNOCKING YOUR DOOR DOWN NEXT TIME WE HEAD UP THAT WAY.
[ animaimperfecta / thejotunthunderer / isthattheonlywordonme ] You and I have so many threads! So many! You are literally the only person interested in every single one of my characters for their existence at the level you are. It’s your blogs I interact with most with Daryl, with Lavern, and with Dresden. I enjoy our threads a great deal, and I love that we have so many!
[ cutoffthehead ] RYAN. You are so cool. Like, so cool. You’re the person I get nervous about replying to because I think you probably have no time for me, but I do it anyway because it’s better to say hi to your writing idols than to not. Also, I think about the stripper AU a lot because arguing, sexually-tense Clint and Heugh are my alcohol.
[ oncedeadliesmith ] YOU SCARE ME. In all the good ways. You’ve always been one of those blogs to watch like a creep from a distance because your portrayal is just that awesome— so when you started interacting with Churchill on a regular basis, I basically fell in love at the first askbox meme. The one with dying-Churchill? Yeah, okay, you’re perfect and wonderful. And then not only are you a master with words and emotion, you’re also one of the most patient human beings on the face of the fucking uniworld. I value our interactions so much, and I’ll be perfectly honest when I admit that every time I feel like logging into Martin’s blog, I check on our threads with the most excitement.
[ forgerextraordinaire / cxpt ] KC— you are one of the sweetest people I know. I can always count on you to make me feel better when I need a bit of a pick-me-up, and you’re one of the quickest to come check on me if things look bad. I can be perfectly honest with you, I feel comfortable discussing the awkward topics— such as tumblr society, popularity, and other related things that just make us equally uncomfortable or angry. I love you lots, okay.
[ tonyandhisbots ] Wasa, you wonderful person you. Every time we talk it drives me up the wall with laughter and I’m just sad that you live in a place that won’t let you send me (cheaper) delicious pistachios.
Thanks, guys. My time on tumblr, as haphazard as it might be, would never have been the same without each and every one of you. Never change. Keep being awesome. ))
This isn’t a fun thing to wake up to in the morning. Clint is totally in nothing but boxer shorts, has a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, and stares for just a few seconds before stepping past to the kitchen because coffee will clearly remedy this visual nightmare.