#questions for the ant mun

[antvnger]

Scott's autistic traits:

Close connection to Ant-hony

((OCC 4 Ant-Mun: one scene in Ant-Man And The Wasp when Hank and him were in a car together, Scott kept trying to get his mint tin, but Hank continued to swat his hand away))

Starstruck and flustered easily; ((OCC 4 Ant-Mun: In Captain America: Civil War Scott fumbled words, figetted commonly and messed up communications + ideas))

Slight stims and hyperfixations

Commonly repeating himself; ((OCC 4 Ant-Mun: a few scenes in Avengers: Endgame Scott would repeat words and stutter))

FYI: I am NOT an expert! i just an a silly acoustic being with an unhealthy obsession with the Avengers ((OCC: /MCU + Marvel))!!! and this is not a insult!! i just feel like he shows lots of autistic traits

thank you 4 coming to my Ted-Talk

*bows*

*Scott and Ant-Mun read the list*

Huh. ((Huh.))

What do you think?

((I mean *shrugs* you have ADHD, and apparently that and autism are like ��cousins” to each other. More or less. That’s how it was explained to me. I mean it’s possible.))

I guess. That’s pretty interesting, @knoxy0rat

*looks at Ant-Mun* Don’t you stutter and get flustered easily?

((Uhhh…I mean, yeah I guess yeah. ))

Don’t you have hyperfixations too?

((Well. Uhhhh….yeah))

Maybe our friends are right about you and me?

((….Possibly.))

Thanks for the clarification, @knoxy0rat Anybody else got any thoughts on this?

[butcherhell]

"    the  butcher  is  here .  he ' s  like  a  rabid  canine  ,  thrashing  at  everything  in  sight  .  be careful . "  

credits to kratos-sins, underesources, and skeletonenthusiasts for graphics. thanks!

BUTCHERHELL : an indie , canon - divergent portrayal of Sour Apple Studio's HorrorTale Sans the Skeleton (going by the name butch) not in affiliation or support of the muse's creator. free for anyone to interact with! not limited to just mutuals. functions using x-kit rewritten , operating as an ask / rp blog . established 6 / 24 / 25 . personals are free to interact via asks. roleplay for rp blogs only.

due to the nature of Butch as a character, please interact with caution - keeping in mind the following triggers: blood , death , body horror , self - destructive behavior , suicidal ideation and actions , severe manipulation , toxic relationships , unhealthy codependency , and eating disorders .

below the cut will be some blog rules, and tags, as well as stats in case our carrd is not functioning. please read fully! <3 ( mun : ant , he / any , est )

RULE COLLECTION NO . 1 : please do not godmod or attempt to kill butch. he will fight back. no metagaming either please, these are basics. in regards to ask memes or sending funny things to affect horror, these are always allowed! just don't use knowledge provided in his backstory/stats unless your character already knows that stuff. if your character doesn't, then they don't. effects can only last up to ten asks. be specific for the amount of asks you want it to last for. ask memes never expire! if you see it on the blog, send it in! ALSO, always reblog things from the source as to not flood mun's notifs. thank you! also, i'd personally prefer to plot threads rather than jump straight into them. sometimes if i feel motivated enough that's what i'll do- but plotting is my preference.

RULE COLLECTION NO . 2 : besides the nsfw present on the blog in the form of blood and gore, there will be no smut or sexual connotations. jokes are fine, as butch makes them himself. this is not set in place to limit interactions, i just know a lot of people thirst after him (as do i) but smut makes me (the mun) uncomfortable, considering my interpretation of butch is a questioning member of the ace spectrum. shipping is completely fine as long as there is chemistry and proper relationship - building. butch likes taking people out surprisingly! makes him feel normal. mun's only preference for shipping is nightmare x horror. i like their dynamic a lot

RULE COLLECTION NO . 3 : CROSSOVER AND OC FRIENDLY!!! COME INTO THE INBOX PLEASE!! as you can tell, mun loves ocs and different fandoms. as long as you have a verse or are willing to squeeze into butch's world, we're good to go! i know there's quite a bit when it comes to the utmv fandom, so it's okay to be hesitant. shoot me a dm and i'll tell you all about it! anyway, proshippers are the only specific dni for this blog. mun blocks freely! and of course, duplicates are completely fine as we know the multiverse has many versions of sans. i do not have any particular triggers, but if you do, please let me know and they shall be tagged! only blacklisted media for me is vivziepop productions. just a personal preference!

BUTCH'S STATS: Name : Sans / Horror / Butch Gender : Cis Male , he / him pronouns Sexuality : questioning ace spectrum DOB : August 4th Age : 30 Occupation: Mercenary / Baker Birthplace: Snowdin , Underground Current Residence : Omega Timeline Personality : relies on logic, caring, considerate, intelligent, loyal, short tempered, possessive, unpredictable, territorial, lazy, family oriented and cautious of those unknown. Likes: Baking, cooking, providing for his brother no matter what, music, good books, baked goods. Dislikes: those who are inconsiderate, wasteful people, people with god complexes Hobbies: music, reading, writing, journaling, scrapbooking Build : 6'0, 197lb. bulkier ribcage and thicker legs. Conditions: Chronic migraines, OCD, possible binge eating disorder. VERSE INFO: the current reality this horror resides in is a place familiar to many, the omega timeline. while him and many variants of himself and others reside there, he does bother to leave and pick up jobs occasionally. he works for nightmare on a regular basis, similar to a puppet on a string. the only reason he does this is to keep him and his brother safe. he often switches locations, going between his shared apartment with his brother and nightmare's domain, which takes the form of a castle. as for how he got in this mess: butch and his brother were 'rescued' by core!frisk after the collapse of their timeline, caused by the death of aliza at the hands of queen undyne. considering that wasn't supposed to happen, the timeline began to self-destruct as the monsters of the underground began to realize they were truly doomed. considering this to be a charitable moment in which core!frisk could provide a safe space and rehabilitation to the monsters of this timeline, they took, butch, his brother nicknamed gums, and a few other select monsters, having them transported to the omega timeline. and that was that, until one day, years after butch and gums had been rescued, he received a letter from nightmare offering to provide protection if he were to work for him. wanting to do anything to keep his brother safe, butch accepted. and now nightmare is pulling the strings on his life, keeping him tethered to a reality of death and gore.

[fartemis-crock]

TELL ME

2014 meme as a treat for the mun thx

What are you to me (check all that apply)? [] A stranger. [] No one important. [] An ant under my boot. [] A pet. [] A toy to mess with. [x] A source of entertainment. [x] Someone I would like to fuck. [x] Someone of romantic interest to me. [x] Other (will specify).

Where did I meet you? [] In a club/at a bar. [] On the streets. [] I found your lost dog and brought it back to you. (Actually, I just used that as an excuse to come up to your door.) [] I stole someone’s phone and found your contact information. [] In a graveyard. [] In your apartment, making myself at home. [] In your kitchen where you found me rifling through your fridge. [] In your bed. It was comfortable, by the way. [] That one time I was swimming in a pool of blood. [x] One of your friends arranged a meeting with you. for mercenary work -finger guns- [] I don’t even care where we met. [] Other (will specify).

I think you (check all that apply): [] Are a waste of molecular matter. [] Are strange, odd, and/or weird. [x] Would look good covered in blood. [] Would make a nice hood ornament. [x] Would taste good with a bit of red wine. [] Are easy prey. [] Are not worth my time. [] Need to get me a pie before I shank you. [] Are obnoxious. [x] Are fun to tease/mess with/scare. [] Try too hard to gain my attention. [] Are asking for trouble. [] Are wasting my time having to fill this out for you. [] Are my worst enemy reincarnated. [] Are late. Where’s my sandwich? [] Are one of life’s greatest mysteries. [x] Other (will specify). confusing

If you kissed me? [] I would smile and laugh. [] It would be a quickie. [] It would involve tongue. [] It would be aggressive. [x] I would softly bite your lip. [x] I would explore your neck and jaw. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember what happened last time? [] I’d say that’s awkward… [x] I’d be shocked. [] I would slap you. [] I would push you away gently. [] I would shove you away harshly. [] We wouldn’t. [] Lol no. [] You would lose your tongue in a few seconds. [] Other (will specify).

If you were caught in an explosion, I would: [] Laugh in amusement. [x] Tell you to stop being a drama queen. [x] Check to see how injured you were. [] Get upset that your blood got on my clothes. [] Steal your wallet while you’re distracted with your broken limb. [] Take your kidney while you’re passed out. [] Pick you up and hang you by the legs in a nearby tree. (To ensure you don’t get hit by a car?) [] Leave you there to die. [x] There was an explosion?

If I saw you right now, I would: [] Steal your kidney. [] Stab you with my knife. [] Poke you in the eye. [] Move into your apartment to piss you off. [] Make you take my dog for a walk and hope you give her a bath as well. [] Give you a hug while I whisper death threats in your ear. [] Push you into oncoming traffic. [] Tell my boyfriend “That’s the one who gave me a black eye!” [] Yell at you. [] Do nothing. [x] Other (will specify). purposefully annoy you.

What I want from you (check all that apply): [] A good laugh at your expense. [] One of your limbs. [] To test this questionable liquid substance. [x] A kiss. [x] Sex?? [] To be my bitch. [] My money back. [] To kiss my ass (figuratively). [] To kiss my ass (literally). [] To get hit by a car while I film it. [xxxxx] A sandwich. [] A conversation. [] Your blood. [] Your soul. [x] A date. [] To just shut up. [] To just go away. [] To give my dog a walk and a bath. [x] Your wallet. [] Other (will specify).

[guardian-rocket]

Who are your top 10 favorite muns to write with and why? If a mun is a multimuse also tell which are your favorite characters to write with and why?

(The order in which you list the people doesn't matter unless you want to assign them specific places.)

Question Master

Top 10, here we go... @antvnger Puppy-Mun is the first I am putting on this list first because of all the threads and ideas I've ever had on here the thread I've been doing with them (Space Heist) is the largest single run I've had so far. We actually had an entire 4 part mission and went to Knowhere. I feel like Rocket and Scott made some real progress in becoming friends and I love that. Every post they make is gold. They're nice to their anons and I generally enjoy interacting with them OOC and hijacking their random posts. They're also genuinely funny, which I feel is very important for someone portraying Scott. I already loved Ant-Man but Puppy-Mun makes me adore him even more! They also often tag me and I love that 💕

@byondtheveil Rei-Mun (Birb-Queen) is #1 OC in Rocket's world and my Rocket muse simply adores her. I always look forward to reading her replies and she's a great person to talk to and shoot the breeze OOC. We both love thrifting IRL so it's fun to just spam her DMs about my latest finds. Her character Rei is literally one of the most endearing original characters I've ever come across. She's well thought out and has connected with Rocket in a way most muses can't do. With her I have been able to explore Rocket's comfortability just popping on and off Earth and get some much deserved down time. @papetoonfox Papetoonfox was a RP partner I had many years ago. We haven't interacted much on tumblr but we got a RP going on Discord that I am fully engrossed in. Our conversations OOC often puts me in stitches and we have so much common interest it's so easy to just get lost in our own little nostalgic world of Y2K aesthetics and retrowave vibes. They're also very encouraging with me about my art and they produce some of the coolest music I've heard from anyone I know. I love their portrayal of Fox and so does my muse.

@stripesofbrooklyn They were one of the first to interact with me OOC when I started getting more active again and I feel we check in on eachother both ways pretty regularly I am confident to call them a friend. Our muses have great chemistry together and Rocket always loves hearing from them no matter what strange shenanigan they might be getting into. Rocket fully admires and trusts their Steve and is someone Rocket would go out of his way for.

@spidermanxnoir / @jeff-the-gnome-king First they get super points just for playing my favorite version of Spider-Man (Noir) and our thread which started off without any plotting has turned into one of the most epic adventures my Rocket has ever had. I think Rocket's gotten pretty attached to him as they've gone along and genuinely think he's cool. Looking forward to them retaining an ongoing friendship. Being able to tie or franchises together has been a ton of fun and I think we write beautifully together. Also they're super chill OOC and I love bugging them with my latest ideas. @the-mjolnir-owner This Thor is one of my best friends on Tumblr. They are often sending me posts in my DMs to see about Rocket and Thor and I just love their characterization. We also have a lot of fun discussions about Thor and the Guardians and I feel they capture Thor very well in their writing. Just in general they're an absolute joy.

@butwithmoreme I know our thread is fairly new/short but I literally hear Tony's voice in their writing, it's so damn good. As Rocket's mun I will hold a special place in my heart for anyone who doesn't just write him off for being a little shit. The fact they're being science bros together makes me so happy. @spideymn A big stand-out as a great writer. Sounding repetitive here, but I hear Tom Holland in their dialog and they feel very in character. A shining standout, and my muse likes him because he's a helpful kiddo. Happy to see them interacting together. @beatfreesmysoul They're my #1 music buddy right now, and I enjoy dropping into their DMs to be annoying lol. It's so great to have someone here to talk tunes with because I genuinely am a big music nerd. I love that they send me memes/tag me for that stuff too. As a Rocket RPer I often feel a bit sidelined so they make me feel included on things which I super appreciate. Our thread taking place earlier in the storyline is great too, kinda fun to undo all my muse's character development and let him have 'issues' he needs to work through and I love that we can explore or character's developing friendship.

@gctbusydying I am pretty sure they're my first Kitty Pryde and honestly, worth the wait. Interacting with them feels like we're jumping right out of the comics. I think that Kitty is canonly one of Rocket's favorite ladies and their friendship is important to me. I know I MOSTLY adhere to MCU canon but I've read the comics too (albeit a long time ago) but when it comes to Kitty I'm like -slams fist on desk- FRIENDS. I know we haven't had a TON of interaction but I hope it keeps going.

[indoraptorgirlwind]

Who are your top 10 favorite muns to write with and why? If a mun is a multimuse also tell which are your favorite characters to write with and why?

(The order in which you list the people doesn't matter unless you want to assign them specific places.)

Question Master

I got to 8 since i'm so shy i barely reach out to new blogs but here are some i've interacted with and spent a good time with their muns <3

@antvnger

I absolutely love their representation of Scott and the mun is so awesome and kind and had also helped me a lot gain confidence ^^

@ruben-the-spider-oc

Ruben mun, my love! He's my best friend irl and i love him so much. He understands me since we're both introverts and he is so gentle and calm. So glad i met him <3

@spideymn

Spidey mun is the best! She's a bless to have and her Peter is honestly so accurate and kind as well :)

@og-ant-man

No one could do Hank better than them. They know perfectly how to play him and i love their humor in our interactions [:

@inz-lokisdottir

Inz mun is so sweet and kind, i love her oc, Inz. I saw her on Scott's blog and decided for Kit to give Inz a visit and omg. Mun's awesome :D

@maddielang16

While we had a pretty short rp in DM, i love her so much. She understands me in a lot of things and we vibe so well, she's a love of a person >u<

@guardian-rocket

I've barely interacted with them as Groot, but their writing is so good and i don't think there's anyone who understands Rocket as well as them! I hope i have the time to interact with them again :]

@askazara

I've interacted with her as Owen Grady, and let me tell you, she's so fun and vibing! I love her energy B)

I'm just so grateful to have these people around and interact with them, thank you so much guys 🦖💙

[neonsoundbite]

Who are your top 10 favorite muns to write with and why? If a mun is a multimuse also tell which are your favorite characters to write with and why?

(The order in which you list the people doesn't matter unless you want to assign them specific places.)

Question Master

// Thank you! I’m still pretty new to the scene so I don’t have 10 people.

@antvnger was how I got into this in the first place, the portrayal of Scott is so good and Ant-Mun is a pleasure to talk to. I hope we can get a thread going soon.

@bxnnxrxd has so much love for their muse, and I’m really enjoying our thread so far and can’t see where it’ll go next! Bruce is my favorite character and I enjoy talking about him. I’m also really happy you enjoy Bruce and Lucille’s relationship, they mean so much to me.

@waspofhope is so sweet and I’m enjoying the writing and OOC conversations we have. Thank you for your interest in my OC (and those lovely edits!)

@spideymn I haven’t interacted much with outside of RP, but I’m having a lot of fun with our thread and the asks!

@masteredlegacy Hearing about your different verses is so interesting and even if we’re still working on something, our muses seem to connect already!

@silently-judgingyou I also haven’t interacted with much OOC but I’m excited to see where this thread is going!

Thank you all for making this a really great, positive experience for me so far. ☺️ //

[macabrec0uture-arc]

👀✌👋👗✂⭐❄💧

Send me a symbol for my muse to answer these questions about the mun! 

👀 Do the mun and you get along?

“Absolutely fucking fantastic, well what were you expecting to hear? We disagree on some things and relate to others. Next”

✌Is there anything you dislike about the mun? 

“Other than her appalling fashion sense, I wish she was more confident and less scatty, perhaps one of the others should write her a schedule. If people don't like you Mori, fuck them, metaphorically”

👋 Do you and the mun agree on something? 

“There are some people who are simply idiots and fucking rude for no reason and that everyone should be who they want to be, never ends well suppressing who you are”

👗 How is the mun’s fashion sense? 

“Like I said fucking awful, she says she dresses for practicality and whilst I think it's lazy I can't argue with her. She has to wear looser clothes and cut labels out of things her body doesn't like, she likes to describe the sensation as I quote ‘ants’”

✂ Did the mun ever do something to make you jealous? 

“No; if anything she wishes she didn't worry about things as much as she does like I don't”

⭐ Is there any genres the mun enjoys writing but you don’t enjoy being part of? 

“No”

❄ Did the mun ever force you to do something you didn’t want to do? 

“This quiz, rather be on the beach. Other than that no, if I don't want to do something she usually doesn't write it”

💧 How often do you annoy the mun? And with what? 

“No, I don't think I do and she said I'm not one of the annoying ones. Although she doesn't like my comments on her fashion, the rest she doesn't seem to mind”

[xfortunearcana]

What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore? || FC or story first when you develop an OC? || What is your favorite canon muse?

QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN

What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?

// El capitalismo me saca tanto el alma que no tengo idea de qué trends tenemos ahora (?) pero si hay algo que siempre me gustó era cuando se hacían mini-plots/fandoms originales (como por ejemplo... cuando existía el de el Sistema Solar, o el de los cuentos de hadas). Lástima que entonces me daba mucha pena participar lmao (ocupaba que pasaran diez años para empezar a hacer lo mismo a una escala más chikita con mis besties /sobs bc i love u guys)

FC or story first when you develop an OC?

// La mayor parte de las veces escojo el FC primero; pero en ocasiones como... por ejemplo, los zodiacos o los OCs de DR, primero hago mis bullet points de info extra, luego la historia completa (y hasta eso, la historia siempre tiene probabilidades de que la modifique en base a interacciones o headcanons), y luego el FC; porque son muses para los cuáles necesito el concepto antes de visualizarlos.

What is your favorite canon muse?

// ... Justo ahora, y aunque no lo haya usado aún??? Zagreus. SHOUT OUT EPIC THE MUSICAL AND HADES BRAINROT FOR THIS! Empata con David Hoover y Hay Lin porque llevo mucho tiempo escribiéndolos y son como staples en mi lista de muses canon.

@fakeredshoes

[poorly-drawn-buona-giorno]

Hrrnnghfhf Baby wanna do a stand swap too ]]

[raakxbecomedeviant]

How l o n g is the peepee? -ant mun

Raakx froze, narrowing his eyes. “And why do you need to know this?”

//flaccid = 4.2 inch length, 4.1 inch girth, erect = 7.3 inch length, 5.2 inch girth knotted = 6.5 inch girth

[naturalbrutality]

💞 are you a bottom?

In the spirit of Sinday questions;

"-...bottom of what ? I'm one of the top of my class you piss ant. Now get the fuck outta here, I don't wanna kick your ass with my **** out but I will.."

hint hint hint possibly

mun-note; So i'm generally speaking from my muses CURRENT experience.

[antvnger]

Who are your top 10 favorite muns to write with and why? If a mun is a multimuse also tell which are your favorite characters to write with and why?

(The order in which you list the people doesn't matter unless you want to assign them specific places.)

Question Master

Hhhhhmmmm. Umm. Ant-Mun, is this for you or for me?

((It’s for me, Scott. I got this. Okay *rubs hands together* let’s see here. This is gonna be really hard because I have some good ones here.

In no particular order:

@stxrksarc Iron Mun. A creative genius, a sweet soul, and one of the best friends I’ve ever had the honor and privilege of making on this sight. ❤️💛❤️🐜

@inz-lokisdottir Inz Mun is the sweetest! I love talking with her ooc and I love the stuff we come up with. Scott and Inz go so well together and it’s a lot of fun. Inz Mun is a lot of fun.

@arandomnerdsrp358 my Cassie. A wonderful person through and through and I enjoy the threads and random asks we come up with. We have a great Scott/Cassie going here.

@og-ant-man Pym Mun. Their Hank and my Scott got off on the wrong foot at the start what with Hank grounding Scott from the suit, but over time, they worked it out and developed a good relationship. And Pym Mun is awesome in general.

@thegrandharveyspecter Grand Mun. I never expected Scott to make friends with characters from Suits yet here we are. Grand Mun is a great writer and really has Harvey’s character down pat. I love it.

@indoraptorgirlwind Kit Mun. Like this person is fun in general. All across the board, keeping Scott in his toes and it is a pleasure seeing them in our inbox.

@guardian-rocket Rocket Mun! This dude is awesome. Like seriously. Excellent writing, incredible grasp of the character, and just an awesome imagination. And props for the best tumblr website ever.

I can’t pick between the two so I’m throwing my Lokis into one bullet point. @benevolentgodloki and @askthesecondgenerationavengers you guys are awesome!

@spideymn and @silently-judgingyou you’re relatively new to my RP scene but I’ve enjoyed every interaction with you so far!

@born-to-be-mischievous I just love seeing you on my dash. You’re incredible and I enjoy seeing whatever you give us))

[mobiusxyearslater]

Rekindling (A Sonally Story)

A/N: This whole thing takes place about two years before the whole AU/Your Dork starts off for context. ~Mun @t-vict101

On a cool night in New Mobotropolis, Princess Sally Acorn is walking back to her cottage from the Tommy Turtle Memorial Hospital. She witnessed her friend, Bunnie Rabbot give birth to her firstborn daughter Annabelle. The whirlwind excitement and joy practically drained Sally’s energy, it was time for much-needed rest. She quietly walked along the dirt path still thinking about her new niece, how cute she looked, and how happy Bunnie and Antoine looked. That’s the kind of love that could last lifetimes. Sally starts to wonder if she could feel that way someday. Well, she did at one point, the only person she felt happy with was-- 

“Hey there Princess! You’re out late!” Sally heard a voice pipe up.

She looked forward to see the source of the cheery voice, well who else could it be? The one and only hero of Mobius, Sonic the Hedgehog, sat there on her porch giving her a soft wave. Sally stared at him for a few moments unsure of what to do. The last time she saw him he was off fighting Doctor Eggman and saving the world once again. That was almost half a year ago. But that was how Sonic was. There was no tying him down after the job was done which led to their romantic relationship being more on and off if anything. 

The ironic part was that their last break-up wasn’t because Sonic wasn’t around. It was because Sally was too busy juggling her life between her duties on the council and her duties as leader. Sonic did confront her about it which led to a big fight then eventually they agreed to go their separate ways. There was a twinge of guilt in Sally’s heart because of that and seeing Sonic there acting as if nothing happened. All Sally could do is muster up a small chuckle as she looks at the blue blur.

“Well, you know me. I’m always busy with one thing or another.” she joked as she took a seat next to Sonic, who gave her a chuckle. 

“Oh, boy don’t I know it! So what was it this time?” He playfully props his chin in his palm, “Council meetings? Ribbon cutting? Oh! A big speech in front of the entire kingdom?”

Sally gives him a small nudge and shakes her head, “Oh shut up. If you have to know, Bunnie and Antoine just had their baby tonight..”

“What??” Sonic perks up, “Those two have a kid now? Man. I feel like I miss out on a lot.”

Sally chuckles and shakes head, “Well that’s what happens when you’re gone for months on end.”

Sonic chuckles and scratches his head, “Heh. Well, I do come back once in a while though so it’s not all bad.

Sally let out a small chuckle and nod looking out to the moon, “Yeah.. I guess so.”

The two sit in silence just watching the moon. There was a feeling that someone should say something but neither of them did instead soaking in the atmosphere. Somehow, someway, the silence was relaxing for them both. No one brought up the past or having to suffer the awkwardness of reliving the whole thing over again. But there was one burning question that rattled in Sally’s head. Of all places to go in the middle of the night, why hers? Sonic still had his parents, his Uncle Chuck, heck he could just crash at Tails’ place if he really wanted to. 

Sally cleared her throat, making Sonic’s ear twitch. “So, you just randomly decided to pop up here?”

Sonic sweats a bit and gives off a nervous chuckle, “I guess I made it too obvious huh?” He looked at her shrugs, “...I guess I just missed you.”

Sally quirks a brow tilting her head, “Is that right?”

Sonic huffs at her tone and tilts his head, “What’s with that tone? I really did miss you.”

Sally chuckles and pats his head, sighing out tiredly, “And I missed you too.”

Still unable to get a read of what she’s thinking, Sonic wags at her at a finger, “...Why do I feel there’s a huge BUT coming up.”

Sally frowns and sighs out, “But… This feels like a pattern..” 

Sonic gives her a confused look, “What do you mean..?”

Through her tiredness she starts to pet through the blue hedgehog’s quills, “...This. Us. You leave for a long time then come back saying you missed me. Old feelings come up and we try again. Then…”

Sonic watched Sally as her words tiredly trailed and looked down to the ground. He always loved Sally, that fact is the solid truth, but being committed was a whole different ball game. Thinking about her words more, he started to see the pattern too. Sure his feelings were genuine at the moment but he’s always changing his mind about them. He started to think that maybe Sally wanted more than just part of him. Maybe she needed all of him, just like he wanted all of her. Maybe just maybe, him leaving for months after each attack isn’t fair to her at all. 

Sonic huffs out a chuckle and slides his hands behind his head, “...You wanna hear something funny?”

Sally rubs the tired out of her eyes and looks at him, “What’s that..?”

Sonic rubs his nose a bit, “While I was gone I actually dated someone for a small while.”

All Sally could do is huff in response, “So you can here in the middle of the night to tell me about your exes to your ex?”

Sonic nudges her a bit, “Just listen for sec. While I was away, I actually dated Amy for a small bit.”

Sally’s brows perk up hearing the news, “Wow. You actually let up and let her catch you huh?”

Sonic shrugs letting a small chuckle, “I did. I was always running and she was always there. I figured that was something I wanted or something. At least I thought I did.”

His words slowly trailed off as he thought about his time with Amy. The pink hedgehog sure was a spitfire. Wherever Sonic went she gladly went along with him for support. He figured giving her one date wouldn’t hurt. Then it turned into two. Then it turned to something exclusive. Their honeymoon phase was sweet but soon after Amy found herself in a bit of a rut. Hopping from city to city, fighting badniks left and right, she was all in on that no doubt but she wanted something more. At first, she thought Sonic was that solution, but when she had him that feeling never really went away.

Sonic sighs out softly circling his thumb in his palm. “So she dumped me. She said something about traveling around to find her purpose or something.”

Sally stared at the dejected hedgehog and softly petted his head, “You’re number one fan dumped you. That must’ve been a blow to the ol’ ego of yours.”

Sonic stifles a small chuckle letting himself relax under Sally’s touch, “Yeah it was but I get it.  It was fine for a while but I guess somewhere down the line. She realized I couldn’t give HER what SHE needed.” He lets out a sigh and looks up at the sky, “...I am proud of her though. Whatever she decides on doing for herself, she’ll be great at it.”

Sally nods in agreement and lets out a small yawn, “Yeah. She’s too determined to let herself fail at anything that’s for sure. She’ll probably be the best.”

Sonic shakes his head and looks at Sally, “Alright, enough about my dating life. What about you? Anyone in your life?”

Sally huffs out a chuckle and shakes her head, “Not really. There have been dates here and there but my busy schedule made it way too difficult to really settle into anything.” 

Sonic snickers a bit, “Woo boy don’t I know it--” he stops himself when he watches Sally’s face slowly fall into a frown, “Come on Sal. I don’t blame you for your hectic schedule.”

Sally gives him a look and crosses her arms, “Isn’t that the reason you dumped me the last time?” 

And there it was. That sting of awkwardness they worked so hard to avoid has finally come to the forefront. The silence draped over them as they sat there with their thoughts. No one knew what exactly to say at that moment. Sally realized she still had her hand on Sonic’s head and quickly pulled away looking away.

Sonic took a deep breath, “I know I gave you grief about it before. I just thought we could be how we used to be when we were 17.” Sally opened her mouth to say something but Sonic held up his hand. “Which I realized now… It can never be like that. I guess… I was…. I dunno.. Anxious about everything changing. You and Rotor on the council, Bunnie and Ant having a kid, Tails being the next inventor of the century, even Amy…” He takes a deep breath and kicks the dirt a bit, “...Seems like everyone is running this race and I'm dead last.”

Sally hums a bit pondering about his words, “...I guess… You’re feeling everyone is outgrowing you…?”

Sonic’s ear twitches and lets out a small pout leaning his chin in his palm, “....Maybe yeah…”

Sally lets out a small laugh and Sonic gives her a pouty look. She nudges him playfully, “Oh stop. I’m laughing because you’re the hero of Mobius. Everyone loves talking about you and practically wants to BE you.”

Sonic huffs out and crosses his arms, “I KNOW! I know I just… feel like I can do… more… Like I could do more for the world, my family, our friends, even you--” 

Sally’s brows perk up at the last part Sonic started to say but cut himself off. It was kinda strange seeing him so vulnerable. Usually, he had a real cocky attitude with everyone and was the brightest in the room. Honestly, this was a side of him that she tried to bring out a lot of the time but he would always brush it off like it was nothing. He seemed almost embarrassed that he was saying all of this out in the open, especially saying it to her.

She softly puts a hand on his shoulder, “...Hey. It’s normal to feel that way. Almost everyone feels that way sometime or another, right?”

Sonic sighs out and looks at her, “Yeah but it’s ME we’re talking about.”

Sally huffs and stands up, “Yeah and I know you better than you think. You’re a guy who takes action. You’re always putting others first before yourself. You’re a hero that inspires everyone to be the best versions of themselves.” She holds out a hand to him, “...Now are you going to stop moping and do something about it?”

Sonic stares at her hand remembering those were the words he said to her years before. He huffs out a chuckle before grasping onto her hand and standing up, “You got me there. And you’re right, like always.”

Sally chuckles and shakes her head, “Of course I am. I’ve known you way too long to be wrong.” 

Sonic chuckles a bit and watches her make her way up to her front door. He leans on the porch rail and tilts his head, “So I’m guessing I shouldn’t keep you from your beauty sleep any longer huh princess?”

Sally chuckles and shakes her head turning back to him, “Well that all depends if you’re going to keep me up all night.” She opens the door and gestures inside.

Sonic gives off a snarky chuckle as he walks up the steps stopping in front of her, “Oh ho ho! And what exactly do you mean by that princess?”

Sally rolls her eyes and pushes him inside of the cottage, “I mean you’re sleeping on the couch!”

Sonic pouts and leans back in her hands, “Aw but I could really use a nice big warm bed after months without one!”

Sally shakes her head, “You should’ve gone to your parents then.” She lets out a soft chuckle before shutting the door behind her, “You big dork.”

END

[forgcdstrength]

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

FACE-CLAIM: Sebastian Stan

STATUS: semi-active

ORIENTATION: panromantic bisexual

MAIN VERSE: post-Ant-Man

BIOGRAPHY:

I’m Sergeant James Barnes, Steve Rogers best friend. He - and now half the world, apparently - call me Bucky. Let’s just say that I’ve been around an exceptionally long time, and I don’t really remember half of how that time was spent - though I’m starting to realize that’s probably for the better, the more that I do remember. By now, you’ve probably seen the news’ coverage about me, but right now I’m just trying to lay low - sometimes in Avengers’ facilities, on my best days - while I sort out what the heck to do with myself. Most days I’m willing to talk to any of the Avengers and their associates - and you - about anything, so strike up a conversation, ask me a question, anything you’d like.

VERSES:

LITTLE BOY; BIG ATTITUDE: Bucky as a child.

TEEN HEARTTHROB: Bucky as a teenager

ONLY A MAN: Bucky before and during Captain America, up until he’s captured by HYDRA.

ONLY A SOLDIER: During his time with HYDRA - from the time they capture him until he rescues Steve from the Water.

RELEARNING BUCKY: post-CA:TWS (AU). At first no one knows where Bucky is, just that he’s disappeared. Then he reappears at Avengers’ Tower, moving in with the other Avengers. Officially anyway. Part of the time he still feels so unsettled that he drifts through New York City for days or even weeks at a time on his own.

BACK FROM THE WAR: After falling from the train, Bucky was found by friendlies instead of HYDRA and, after the war, is now living in NYC again, without the Winter Soldier having ever existed. (An Agent Carter verse because the mun can, so she will)

BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN: fem!Bucky (to be combined with any verse; please mention OOC if you’d like to do something in this verse. FC: Katie McGrath)

STRENGTH IN NUMBERS: any polyamorous relationships (to be combined with any verse; please mention OOC if you’d like to do something in this verse)

BOLDLY GO: Star Trek: security lieutenant

ROAD LESS TRAVELED: any other AU verses  

Note: I’m willing to RP at any point in the Marvel timeline, including pre- and-post-canon. This blog is officially canon-divergent from the end of CA:TWS, but I am willing to rp within CA:CW canon as requested.

Starter Call

[spiriitbox]

8,12,16,20, 25 las dems creo que las conozco:$

☁️Mun questions!☁️

8. Coffee, tea, or something else entirely?

me gustan ambas cosas pero el que se gana mi corazón es el té.

12. Ever tried any out there hair colors?

cuando estaba en la adolescencia lo lleve rosado, rubio, rojo y morado. actualmente lo tengo de color azul tirado a verde agua. siempre me tiño las puntas ya que me da miedo quemarme mucho el pelo :( 

16. Favorite movie?

trainspotting.

20. Vampires or werewolves?

por siempre team vampiros o/ 

25. Do you write on any other platforms?

antes escribía en foros y twitter, luego vino la vida adulta jajaja

[minaa-munch]

@furrymakerkid asked:  writing request for you sweet mun. Minato was too smart to know no feeling was good. How did he cope with it? He didn't have Jiraiya Kushina or his team in the beginning.

Here’s a short answer: He didn’t.

Warning: Kinda dark and maybe NSFW if you squint. Possible triggers may include blood, gore and morbidity [it’s war, ne? Although I’ve restrained my descriptions...er, tried to. I hope you can read it, @furrymakerkid]

Disclaimer: This is my interpretation. Yours may be different and that’s okay - to each their own.

Image credit: Rurouni Kenshin

The trees whispered in soft, breathy murmurs as a gentle wind meandered past their many, leaf laden branches. All was calm, almost eerily silent sans the constant patter of boots against the bare crumble of rock; hushed whispers that were broken by the faint whistle of weapons and the occasional intake of breath. The usually relentless, rough soil was wet, almost muddy; yet there had been no downpour in weeks.

The land of Tsuchi no Kuni wept, while the heavens above bled. The glowing embryo of the sun surrendered to a cocoon of fluffy cumulus, lofty rays bleeding shades of red and orange across the darkening skies as a massacre quietly unfolded below; a beautiful painting, if only in the nature of its innate, organized chaos.

It would be nightfall soon.

“...”

It didn’t matter who raided which settlement first. What mattered was the fact that both sides had to keep an even body count. The dictum regarding warfare they were taught in the academy hardly covered such tactics; a few measly lectures so that bright eyed academy students wouldn’t take the trade less seriously.

It was all fun and games until someone lost a limb on their first field mission. Minato, in that regards, had been rather lucky. Where most cadets would rely on a team to ensure the success of a raid, all he needed was a handful of kunai.

He had always been ridiculously fast - even by regular standards.

The metal loop settled comfortably against his palm as tan digits curled around the hilt, seamlessly pushing it through with one, smooth movement before wrenching the weapon sideways, slicing the unexpected chest like one would tear open a package. Bloodied entrails followed the blade’s wake; peeking out of the soft folds of uneven, torn skin as the still pumping organ convulsed uselessly against twisting branches.

It was a quick execution; a means he had devised after their last field run. The metal loop of his kunai swung easily around his index finger as the waste was swiped off with a sharp flick of the wrist. Blue hues barely caught the woman’s expression as she dropped to her knees; he was already moving, the chakra signatures from his earlier sensory scan twinkling like quaint little targets.

They would be quick kills, for Minato hardly had the time for mercy. A kunai through the eye for anyone stupid enough to look his way, the splattered remains of a skull of a nin ambitious enough to try and sneak up on him, whereas most of the others barely got a chance to blink before deft digits pierced their forms with relative ease. Pure chakra would bounce off his skin like a controlled gale, as his natural wind affinity reduced muscle to fleshy ribbons.

It wasn’t needlessly cruel, per se; it simply happened to be the most effective in ensuring a kill. Besides, he had stopped feeling the warmth of skewered innards ages ago.

“Kami willing may you choke on your own blood”

The words drifted into the faint breeze that swept past their drenched fields; the scent of copper and compost intermingled into a sickly fragrance which sunk into his skin, down to his very bones.

Kami willing? As if Kami existed for people like them.

And then he heard it; a constant low hum that swelled to a certain crescendo, painting his subconscious in a murmur of static. Minato blinked curiously at his quivering fingers before casting a furtive glance around the field of littered innards and crimson. Hardly a soul in sight and yet...trailing off, blue hues returned to the tremble that had somehow seeped into his wrist. He couldn’t feel the slash decorating his palm, but he could definitely see the discoloration associated with poisoned weapons. Ugly strokes of yellows and blues bloomed all over his hand like pale, deathly flowers and he nearly dropped his weapon.

Fuck.

-------------------

“Er...it wasn’t your first kill, was it?” The question was asked nonchalantly enough, as practiced hands wound a roll of gauze around his discoloured counterpart. Minato shot him a flat, unimpressed look which was met with a barely concealed smirk as he tied both ends with a vicious tug.

“I mean...you never get injured.” He continued, as Minato retracted his hand, giving it an experimental poke. “Lucky for you, you got back in time otherwise you’d lose your good arm.”

He was making fun of him, wasn’t he? “Yeah. Lucky.” the blond replied, tone as dry as the man’s wit before he curled his bandaged digits, “What about the hallucinogenic side effects?”

Would it have even mattered if it had been his first kill? The nin had been alive one moment and then he just…hadn’t. Was he supposed to feel something special about that? Besides, he had attacked Minato first.

Regardless. It had been so long ago, he hardly remembered the face associated with the deed. Since his deployment at Kusa, he had killed so many more with seldom a thought that he couldn’t be bothered to remember what they looked like. His last count had been, what, thirty three consecutive solo kills in thirty minutes? That was more than one life a minute.

Mere statistics. It didn’t matter.  

“Noise huh? It's the first I'm hearing of it.” Cue the methodical tap of wood against an unshaven chin, “Say, ever considered signing up for the psych evaluation thing they proposed back at HQ? I mean...there's nothing physically wrong with you. Maybe it's in your head." He placed his brush down on the makeshift table before letting out a snort, much to Minato’s chagrin.

“If what they’ve been harping about at HQ was true, we’d all be classified as nuts anyways.” The medic laughed, his grey hair reflecting warm honey in the dim lighting of the medical tent. Bemused, he took off his glasses to wipe a tear, before shooing him away with gloved digits. “Get going, Namikaze. We need you on the patrolling grounds. The war will be over soon, ne?”

Coloured hues met dark counterparts, bleeding ink and whispering false nothings.

“Ne?”

-------------------

Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and the persistent whine in his head refused to shut up. Many an evening would witness the blond shifting his reading scroll to the side, just to press rough finger pads against his closed, burning lids.

He couldn’t recall the last time he had slept. Granted, Minato wasn’t one to sleep much to begin with; he was young, ridiculously curious and had the collective energy of twelve hyperactive gerbils. Still, he had always managed to clock in a few hours before, but this...

It was so damn loud. Minato couldn’t even concentrate for more than a few minutes before the constant low hum poked at his subconscious like a poisoned senbon. It tore at his mental-scape and sensory peripheral akin to flames consuming dry bark. Gone was his natural, healthy tan that had stayed resolute despite their meagre military rations, only to be replaced by a yellowish pallor, along with dark smudges underneath his weary hues.

A part of him was tempted to write to Jiraiya; the man always had answers to all the questions. They were in contact, of course, despite the state of the war and whatnot. Courier runs were few, but very dependable - but could he really divert the Jōnin’s attention from the frontlines where he was undoubtedly needed?

No, he couldn’t be that childish. Their local medic had dismissed his concerns too, so clearly it wasn’t that big a deal.

Right?

His seniors had different answers. Some blamed the weather, some considered the possibility that an enemy had contaminated their food supply [“I’ve been feeling kinda itchy myself.”] While some had nothing to offer at all. No answers. They figured he was finally losing his mind, after killing so many - in fact, most were still wary of him since even the older Chunin in their unit showed a little hesitance when it came to those child scouts who were no older than academy students.

But Minato? He operated on autopilot. For someone so young and without a hint of malice on his features, he was surprisingly cold hearted. Most of the new Chunin cadets steered well away from him, either in awe or fear whereas his older, more experienced counterparts often regarded him with complacent silence.

Not exactly friends, but comrades. They could probably share a few drinks together. Not converse though. Perish the thought.

The constant, low drone was driving him mad.

Arizuwa Yana; an experienced Chunin from the reserve strike unit apparently had a few theories. Said theories were dry at best, with little speculation as to the nuance of phantom sensations, though with plenty of promises of actual sensations.

Somehow, one thing had led to another and they had ended up intertwined together in one of the darker corners of the many, many tents in their unit. He was a few years younger than her, but apparently that wasn’t a problem.

Age didn't matter, gender didn't matter - nothing did.

The problem was that despite the hands ghosting his clothed sides, he still couldn’t feel anything; it was like his insides were frozen with nothing sans the constant thrum of sound for company. A frown settled between his brows at the thought as slender, yet calloused fingers tangled themselves within his hair, tugging with an odd sort of insistence.

It did nothing to quell the static he alone could still hear, could practically sense crawling under his skin like wild, feverish ants.

Static. It seemed that was the only thing he could feel these days.

And this…this wasn’t helping. Blue hues flickered to dark, older counterparts before tan digits removed themselves from the soft swell of her pretty face. “I’m sorry, senpai.” Is all he managed to say, not really sorry at all before the same fingers found her forehead, jutsu a mere whisper against her flushed skin.

Yana senpai was out cold in the span of a heartbeat. Dull orbs stared at her peaceful features for a few precious seconds before he rolled over, gaze fixed on the sloping ceiling and a forearm resting against his forehead.

Maa...what a waste.

-------------------

Jiraiya sensei,

How are things at the front lines? Yuuhei taicho told us that Amegakure had officially joined the fray and you would be deployed there soon. Gambatte, sensei.

Ano…sensei, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’ve stopped feeling things. It started out as a weird sort of numbness, as if I was looking at the world through someone else’s eyes. I don’t even feel the sting of a cut anymore.

I’m scared. Is this a good thing? Oh by the way, you won’t believe what I found about that fuuin combination you told me about that one time. If it’s truly what you say it is, the Nindaime might have been on to something. See, if you swap the earth and wind constructs then the combination gets altered. I tried something with one of my fuuin tags today and the results were kinda wonky but in a good way. Let me know when you get this and I’ll send you all the workings I did.

Minato

He purposefully left out the bit where a part of him wanted to hide behind the elder, shaggy white mane and all, and stay in the comfort of his towering shadow. He had wanted to, though - desperately, too. But his writing brush had paused, a lone drop of ink blotting the parchment and upsetting his neat signature.

That had decided it then, hadn’t it? Gloved digits had rolled the parchment in a neat scroll, bound it with a convenient little fuuin and handed it in for the next courier run.

His paranoia was silly. Kusa was one of their priority outposts; full of experienced comrades and they were armed to the teeth. They were as safe as they would ever be. Besides, he had a near perfect kill streak - no one in their right wits would target him; Konoha’s number one rookie genius.

He felt so horribly alone though.

You’re not a child anymore, Minato.

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Three weeks. No reply. The constant fighting was taking its toll on all sides; with dwindling numbers and increased recklessness. Their tiny little outpost presently served as the main rendezvous point between the frontlines fighting Iwa and the reserve forces that had set up camp a few miles away. The war would enter its final phase soon and everyone was too bone tired to complain.

Minato wanted to send another message, but if Jiraiya hadn’t had the time to respond to his previous letter…

Sigh. Clothed shoulders sagged a little while the side of his face met loosely curled digits, expression forlorn. Next to him, Inuzuka Saito quirked an eyebrow but said nothing. They were both stuck with watch duty, in case the platoon that had been sent out to assist their frontlines against Iwa a few days ago came stumbling back.

Initially, Minato had been a part of it too, but Yuuhei taicho had ordered otherwise. He and a few others would be used to sneak from behind and attack Iwa’s unguarded backs. His experimental jutsu was perfect for the purpose, and he had a near flawless strike record so far.

And in the off chance he failed? It would be...understandable. The wars saw their fair share of victims and the Memorial was an honour for any loyal, Konoha nin.

The very thought made him taste bile. Tan digits curled into a trembling fist at his knee, as frigid blue hues glared a hole through the encroaching shadows of dusk that surrounded their camp. Kusa was known for its rich forests; gigantic fauna and rivers that made it the perfect terrain to hide and lie in wait. Nightfall usually witnessed the shadows that clung to its natural, beautiful scenery slip from their places and creep inwards, bathing all matter; living and non-living, in its eerie, peaceful silence.

Yet he had not experienced any blissful silence in so long; the static was a constant thrum in his mental-scape, one he had learned to accept. The Namikaze would be damned if he lost what constituted as his sanity to a useless murmur of sound; he had not survived through the countless murders to plead death by insanity, had not endured the constant stench of rot and copper which hung around his frame like the scent of mustard oil that he used to maintain his weapons.

Had not sliced through flesh despite the whimpers begging for mercy--

Cue a shuddering sigh as eyes squeezed shut and he felt the urge to rip out his own hairs. Trembling digits inched upwards, intending to do just that before Saito’s voice broke the spell.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

Namikaze Minato was going insane. Maybe he had always been insane and by Kami, he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. Blue hues snapped open, staring listlessly at the dark and he swallowed thickly against his now dry throat. His frame tipped forwards; forearms resting against his knees as long, blond bangs hid his terrifyingly monotonous expression.

They would learn to loathe him, to fear him and he would slaughter them like the pointless sacks of meat that they we--

“Mail call!” A second interruption, though this time something actually managed to hit him in the back of his head. Fumbling hands barely caught it before it could hit the ground as the designated courier nin giggled, “Sorry, Namikaze.” Boots crunched against the leaf littered floor before he moved inside the camp, similar calls echoing in his wake. Minato blinked owlishly at the nin’s retreating figure, before shifting his gaze to the messy paper wrapping and miniature scroll that hung listlessly from one of the many corners.

It wasn’t from Jiraiya sensei.

Minato no baka,

Heard you were stuck in Kusa. That sucks ne? You’re surrounded by giant weeds and laughing shrooms. I’ve sent you some of those weird sticky quail egg things you like to cheer you up.

Guess who’ll be deployed soon. Me, that’s who! Maybe we’ll even be at the same outpost. You can show me all the nice napping spots ne? We got news the other day that the war wouldn’t last long. It’s been years already. I hope you’re still…you know, you. I miss you. Why did you stop writing?

Take care of yourself. Better not die or I’ll drag you back from the clutches of the shinigami just to kill you myself.

Kushina

Weird sticky quail egg things? Wait, was she talking about the sticky sweet beans he had accidentally spilled on her once?

“What are you grinning at?”

“Hm? Nothing, nothing.” And yet, there was something. He couldn’t help the silly little smile that tugged at his lips while his current patrol mate shot him a weird look. He was about to open his mouth to ask a second time, but then he saw the half open wrapping resting in the crook of Minato’s arm and made a quick swipe for it.

“Is that natto? Kami it’s been so long! Can I have some?”

“Sure.” Minato wasn’t even paying attention to the greedy fingers that had grabbed the miniature treats as soon as the words left his lips. Blue hues were still trained on the inky scrawl that denoted the kunoichi’s kanji. Kushina had always been an unpredictable little oddball. He didn’t even remember the last time he had written to her, but she clearly did. It made him feel strangely warm.

---And now he wanted to rip his own heart out and squeeze the treacherous, woeful thing until it would beat no more. Trembling digits rolled the scroll before a sweaty palm was pressed harshly against his aching forehead, the fingerless, leather glove providing little comfort to the uncomfortable warmth that stung his tightly closed lids.  

Kami...what was wrong with him?

As if Kami existed for people like them.  

Endnote: This took me far longer than I thought I would. Apologies! Ano, extra trippyness can be accorded to Koko, ne? She mentioned insanity, and since you had already tempted my inner crazy...