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“As honest as someone in our line of work can be. You have principles and you stick to them. That’s worth something Illya.” 

She sighed and shook her head “You’re a fantastic judge of other people’s character. But an awful judge of your own. I know it’s going to be hard but please try not to be so hard on yourself, for me?”

”Have I? Is that what you thought when you first saw me following you and Solo? That I am an honest man?” Illya chuckled, trying to hide behind his smile that he was not a fan of this conversation, of the depth that it required. He spent his life hiding, she was slowly breaking his barriers apart and it was frightening. 

”Because I am the best judge of my own character.”

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“Cute but deadly”

“I am not cute. I agree with the deadly bit, but I am a damn good agent, not a puppy.” 

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Send “Cute but deadly” if you think my muse’s appearance is deceiving

Originally posted by acetrainerkayla

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Reblog if I can throw a random RP starter sentence at you.

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We Don’t Have To Plot To RP!

Just send me a meme or something and we can go from there!

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Gaby slapping Illya (  ಠ 皿 ಠ) \ (◡‿◡✿) 

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just some dancing gaby

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ok but imagine illya at a cute little diner and he’s sitting at one of the booths but his knees are scrunched up and he keeps hitting the table bc he’s too damn large and he knocks over all the ketchup bottles and napkin dispensers with all his shifting around or imagine him sitting on a stool and his feet are firmly planted on the ground while gaby keeps spinning on her seat and swinging her legs and bobbing her head along to the jukebox and illya just wants his damn pancakes so he can go home already

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“i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au

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Information on newly appointed U.N.C.L.E. agents.

Source.

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Your muse finds mine in the woods covered in blood, cuts, and bruises. Send me "Hey, are you okay?" For my muses reaction to being found by yours

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Reblog if you are a non-exclusive Role Player.

Non-exclusive means you are happy to play with duplicates of the same characters.

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When you owe about twenty different replies but your muse is only willing to focus on one or two threads

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[Napoleon is] like a self-absorbed cat that fluctuates between deciding whether or not to pester the dog it is living with in the same household to violence. But being too curious about the dog itself to follow through, and then becoming too reluctantly attached to the dog to scratch it anymore. Despite the fact that the dog, at best, reluctantly tolerates the cat, and does that dog sighing thing where it just lies there and the cat crawls all over it exploring. (x with bonus ficlet)