yeah too late
ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
imagine that howling at the moon
Truly a ferocious predator.
Guys, hey, guys. Do you remember that time that Coulson called Natasha and she ended up forming the Avengers? Remember how she did that by digging up Bruce Banner and introducing Steve to him then was the voice of reason when Tony and Steve were bickering and then how she brought Clint back from being mind controlled so that they can be a team? Remember that? Remember how the Black Widow out smarted a god? Remember that time she kept her shit together when the Hulk attacked her, even though she was really scared? Remember when she knocked an alien off his flying scooter and figured out how to drive it despite it being extrateresstrial tech, then got her ass up to the top of Stark Tower, found Loki’s staff and saved the world from being invaded by turning off the machine?
Remember how she was the central character of the whole freaking movie?
Anyone else remember that? I sure do.
#and remember how they didn’t sexualize her #remember how she was independent and didn’t need a male crutch #remember how when loki implied that she needed a man she completely tore him down #remember how natasha romanov doesn’t take shit from nobody #especially not a man
and yet all they asked scarlet was how difficult was it to get in her suit
She couldn’t help a snort at his first reaction. She was tensed and stressed but that was just ridiculous, the way he said those words without even giving it a thought. She knew she was being cruel, but she deliberately brought up a few memories of a very steamy moments between her and Adam, knowing perfectly well that Charles would pick them up from the surface of her mind. She wanted to retaliate on him for all the stress and nerves of the past days, when she couldn’t bring herself to tell him. It wasn’t fair of her though, she realised and shook her head, switching back to here and now.
"It’s not a joke. It’d be a lame one." She commented, watching him get up, seeing how shocked and tensed he was, how he was processing the news. But when he turned to her again, his words attacking and harsh, she frowned.
"Oh great, so that’s what you’re going to tell me?" She asked, her tone raising slightly. She was always quick to anger, and now he managed to do just that. "Reprimand me? Great. That’s so helpful. Why did I even bother telling you." She huffed, annoyed and hurt some too, getting up to her feet as well.
"And for your information - I was as careful as possible. I’m not stupid. You might have never gave me a sex talk but I know how things work, thank you very much." She snapped. "But now tell that to my fucking mutation, because as always, it chose to do whatever it fucking wanted!" She snarled, her voice raised much more than she really wished to. And as usual, even though she had much more control over herself now than when she was a kid, her powers manifested her emotions, turning the tips of her fingers into small claws.
Charles visibly winced at the sudden, deliberate push of Ronja’s memories, hastily slamming a mental barrier between them to shield himself from the worst of her cruelty. He knew he was being ridiculous in thinking that Ronja had never experienced such a thing — it was hypocritical of him at the very least: Charles had lost his virginity at 16, and to someone far less important than Adam was to Ronja.
He forced himself to stop, to breathe, his hands clenching sporadically by his sides. So her mutation was responsible? It made sense — Ronja’s ability to adapt and evolve would naturally have fought against any contraception attempting to stop her from reproducing. It was fascinating — or it would have been, if it wasn’t Ronja. His baby daughter, having a baby.
He suddenly felt terribly old.
Her barbed words stung — Charles sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. She was right that he had never given her the full ‘birds and bees’ talk, only a lack-luster explanation as to why his girlfriend had spent the night, or why the woman in the park had a giant tummy. He’d given her books, of course, though upon reflection, he could understand her resentment. A fact-by-fact book couldn’t possibly offer support and advice, a friendly shoulder to lean on.
Noticing the sudden appearance of her claws, Charles willed his tone to something less sharp, struggling against the frustration still burning a hole in his chest. “Does Adam know about this?”
"Of course he knows!" She said almost indignantly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "He was delighted and assured me million times how wonderful those news were and how happy he was even if we didn’t plan it! I told him first thing when I realised and…" She suddenly stopped, her heated voice breaking and her expression changing. Oh. That… Well, that probably wasn’t the nicest thing to tell Charles. And in such tone, in this kind of argument. This words would hurt him, sh realised and she regretted them immediately. Lashing out her anger was a one thing but using the sensitive matter of their relationship like this… It was just unfair.
"I just… " She sighed, knowing there wasn’t backing out from this now. And she wanted to explain to him why too. Perhaps… Perhaps their relation could still change for the better? Maybe current argument wasn’t giving best hopes for that, but they had better moments! Christmas, for example, and then when they went skiing in February… She wanted better times for them again.
"I knew you would react like this…" She started again, her whole posture and body language changing again, turning passive and compliant. "I was afraid you’d react like this, dad. It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t plan this and though I still fucked up to some degree… I was afraid to tell Adam too but he hugged me, you know?" She looked up at him vulnerably. "And you just scold me and you always do just that… Scold me…"
ooc: You know. It’s just occurred to me. When you’re roleplaying on a blog with a canon character…
Theoretically, you are writing a super indepth, crazy, non-linear fanfiction and developing your character of choice to new levels and heights with all the whacky things you put them through and the crossovers you do. This is all just one, gigantic fanfic.
And it is a masterpiece.
|★★★★★ YO! Five star blog. Send this to those who you think are not only quality in character but beautiful and quality out of character too.|
Thank you so much <3
I need to bring this blog back to life
and myself, to be quite honest
but I will, I will
Thank you <33333333333333333
Don’t scroll past this, you guys.
I return! Not fully healed yet, with exams to pass still, but I’m much better than I was and finally able to crawl out of bed :D
I’ll be trying to do all my replies but if you are no longer interested in our thread (I know, my hiatus was quite long), please, please let me know! I don’t want to write in vain.
On the other hand, if you were waiting to RP with me - now is a good time, whether you want Ronja or Apollo.
Threads I have in drafts:
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