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[thelizardburt]

Peter Parker (Tom Holland variant)×Y/N - song to scene, All the Small things

It wasn’t fireworks or grand declarations.

No, their love was in the small things.

The kind that don’t make the headlines but stick like glue.

Like the time Peter showed up late—again—stumbling through their door with scraped knees and a backpack full of textbooks and a half-eaten slice of pizza.

They just rolled their eyes, but their grin said, I’m glad you’re here.

After a long day dodging villains, school, and Aunt May’s “have you eaten yet?” texts, Peter found the quiet moments with them were the only thing that kept him sane.

Their elemental magic simmered softly in the background like a campfire on a chilly night—warm, steady, real.

Y/N wasn’t exactly the traditional romantic type. No roses or chocolates—unless you counted the glowing ember they crafted into a tiny firefly and set free on his windowsill.

“Here,” they'd said with a smirk, “so you don’t get lost in the dark.”

Peter smiled like his heart was going to burst through his chest.

Because with Y/N, even the weirdest magic felt like home.

They had a million small routines.

They teased him for his nerdy jokes.

He marveled at their fierce, untameable power.

He gave them rides on his bike—sometimes faster than was safe.

They laughed and screamed at the wind, daring him to push harder.

He never did.

Because they was worth slowing down for.

Some nights, it was just the two of them, sprawled on the rooftop under New York’s glittering skyline, sharing stories and silence.

Peter loved those nights best.

When the world wasn’t asking for Spider-Man or magic or heroes—just two people who found peace in each other.

He’d hold their hand, watch their glittering scars catch the moonlight, and think, I got the best trip.

When things got dark—and they did—Y/N was his anchor. The fierce, radiant light that pulled him back.

And when Peter’s world threatened to spin out, they was there to steady the storm.

The tiny moments, the little gestures, the quiet battles won together—they were their love’s true superpower.

“Say it ain’t so, I will not go,” Peter joked one night as Y/N packed for a mission.

“Turn the lights off, carry me home,” they shot back with that playful fire in their eyes.

And neither of them meant it.

Because love like theirs wasn’t about going or staying.

It was about showing up. Every time.

So yeah. It wasn’t flashy.

No, it was all the small things.

The bedtime texts, the firefly gifts, the midnight rooftop talks, the shared laughter and scars.

And in a world full of chaos?

That was more than enough.

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield varient)×Y/N - song to scene, In Too Deep

The city lights blurred past the rain-streaked window of Peter’s tiny apartment. Outside, New York never slept, but inside, his world was spinning — faster, heavier, a cyclone he couldn’t catch.

Y/N sat across from him, their eyes reflecting storms he couldn’t calm.

They were trying. God, they were trying.

But sometimes, love felt like sinking.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the weight of a million expectations—not just as Spider-Man, but as the guy who wanted to be enough for Y/N.

He’d watched them wield the elements like a god(dess (depending on how you want it) —fire, water, earth, and air bending to their will. And here he was, tangled in his own human chaos, trying to match a power he barely understood.

They’d fought through the storms before. Now it felt like every little crack was widening, every whispered doubt louder.

Y/N’s hands trembled slightly, fingers tracing the scars they hid from most.

“I’m scared, Peter,” they said quietly. “Scared that I’m burning too bright for you.”

Peter’s chest tightened. How do you explain that it wasn’t about their fire?

It was about his fear of drowning in it.

He leaned forward, voice rough but honest. “I’m in too deep, Y/N. Trying to keep my head above water instead of going under.”

They nodded, a ghost of a smile breaking through the tension.

“We’re both drowning, in different ways,” they whispered. “But maybe... maybe we can keep each other afloat.”

Peter’s mind raced. The double life, the guilt, the crushing need to protect and to be protected—it all tangled like spiderwebs.

Sometimes he felt like he was failing them.

But Y/N—they saw past the cracks.

They saw the man who didn’t have to be perfect. Just real.

They both knew this wasn’t easy. It never was.

But love, real love, wasn’t about perfect moments.

It was about holding on when the water was up to your chin.

Peter reached out, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from their face.

“We don’t have to drown alone,” he said. “Not ever.”

Y/N’s eyes shimmered—fiery, fierce, and vulnerable all at once.

“And maybe that’s the bravest magic of all,” they breathed.

In a world that never stopped pulling them under, they found the strength to swim together.

Not because it was easy.

But because some loves—like theirs—are worth every second spent fighting for breath.

Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire varient)×Y/N - song to scene, Uptown Girl

They're all stars and chaos and shimmer.

Y/N walks like thunder in heels—well, not literal heels. They prefers scuffed boots that have kicked in god-tier demon skulls. But still, they walk like someone who knows the moon personally and once flirted with a volcano.

And Peter Parker? He’s a dork with a backpack full of tech, a wrinkled math paper in one hand and a granola bar in the other.

But he’s got a plan.

Yeah, okay, she’s probably fought literal dragons.

He’s fought, like… carjackers and the occasional interdimensional goo thing.

Still counts, right? Definitely.

He first saw them balancing on the edge of a rooftop, conjuring a tiny whirlwind to dry their hair, singing softly to themself.

And just like that—bam, heart gone.

They noticed him two weeks later when he accidentally tripped on a rooftop antenna trying to “casually lean.”

They didn’t laugh.

“Spider-Boy,” they said. “You always this smooth?”

He swore his heart did a backflip.

He knew they was way out of his league.

They literally glowed in the dark.

They spoke eight ancient languages and once slapped a god.

Peter… knew origami. Sorta. Kinda.

But he showed up anyway.

He brought them pizza. They levitated it.

He cracked bad puns. They smirked and zapped him with static magic—just a little.

They didn’t ask for pearls or fancy things.

They asked about his Aunt May. About his science fair project. About him.

He promised he’d name a star after them.

They rolled their eyes and whispered, “Too late. I am one.”

And they both laughed that night.

Peter knew all their exes were the brooding, world-saving, trench coat-wearing types. You know the ones—heroes with shadowy pasts and dramatic capes and glowing swords.

Meanwhile, he had… a hoodie and anxiety.

But somehow?

When Y/N walked into a room, they looked for him first.

Peter didn’t need the world to know.

He just needed them to say it.

And one day, they did. Quietly. Casually. Like it wasn’t going to change the shape of the galaxy.

“In case you’re wondering, Spider-Boy—yeah. You’re mine.”

Now?

Y/N’s still the elemental queen/king of chaos.

He’s still scrambling to make rent.

But when they’re together? It's fireworks, firestorms, and forehead kisses.

He’ll swing across the city just to see them.

And they’ll burn through dimensions just to bring him a sandwich.

Because sometimes the backstreet guy does win the uptown girl/guy.

And when he does?

He never, ever lets go.

[thelizardburt]

Yes m'lady

forward my shambling soldiers and slay without thinking. let blood flow into every crevice of this rotten land

[thelizardburt]

Apple bottom jeans~

[thelizardburt]

Down the witches road - made into a scene. Y/N × Logan Howlett

They didn’t fall in love.

They fought into it—like wolves in a storm, teeth bared, hearts bleeding, neither willing to yield.

Their love wasn’t gentle.

It was carved into bone.

The first time Logan met them, they was barefoot in the woods.

The moon hung low, swollen and silver.

Y/N stood inside a circle of stones, hands raised, eyes burning with all the elements—Fire. Water. Earth. Air.

And something older.

Logan almost turned away. Something about them was too... bright. Too fierce.

Too much like hope.

But they looked up. And that was it.

Their eyes met his, and the spell began.

They didn’t fear him. Not the claws. Not the rage. Not the past soaked in blood.

Instead, they called to it. Spoke to the beast with the same voice they'd used on thunderstorms.

And Logan, for once, didn’t want to run.

They walked the Witches’ Road together.

Not metaphorically. Not symbolically.

Literally.

It appeared only to the damned, the chosen, or the broken enough to deserve it.

Their footsteps left scorch marks and frost behind. Y/N's fire, his fury. Y/N's calm, his chaos.

They danced in ruins.

They kissed in the mouths of dying volcanoes.

They clung to each other during magical storms that peeled apart the sky.

And oh, was it worth it.

They bled for each other.

They killed for each other.

They changed for each other.

Y/N learned to live with the monster who growled in Logan’s bones.

Logan learned to listen to the song of their magic, even when it made his skin crawl with memory.

They didn’t always walk side by side.

But when they were apart?

They'd whisper into the wind, and somewhere, he’d hear their voice.

He’d shout their name into the dark, and somewhere, the stars would burn brighter.

They wore his dog tags in their spell satchel.

He carved their name into a tree older than the first spell ever cast.

When the world cracked open—again—and the sky turned black with cursed smoke, it was Y/N who stepped through first.

And Logan, wild-eyed and growling, followed.

They fought through illusions. Through nightmares. Through versions of themselves that had given up.

But neither of them surrendered. Not this time.

They were too far gone. Too far in.

Too damned in love.

The final trial on the Witches' Road was death.

Of course it was.

They was supposed to leave him behind.

He was supposed to walk into the flames without them.

But Y/N stepped into the fire with him.

And Logan—Logan took Y/N's hand, looked the gods dead in the eye, and snarled,

"Then burn us both."

The flames licked their skin.

The spell tried to unmake them.

But their love was older than fear.

Older than magic.

And when the fire died down, they were still standing.

Bruised. Bloodied. Bound by something no force could undo.

They emerged from the road not as they were—but as they chose to be.

He still had the claws. Y/N still had the scars.

But they had each other.

They never stopped walking.

Even now, sometimes, if you listen deep in the forest on a moonless night, you’ll hear their footsteps echo on stone.

The Witch and the Wolverine.

Still chasing fate.

Still dancing with death.

Still daring love to come and try again.

[thelizardburt]

Once upon a December - as a scene. Y/N×Remy Lebeau

There was snow. Of course there was snow.

It fell in lazy spirals, as if the sky itself was dreaming—dusting ruined balconies, broken stone gargoyles, and the forgotten ballroom of a castle that shouldn’t have existed anymore.

Y/N stood in the middle of the great hall, boots echoing on frost-laced marble, staring up at a cracked chandelier that once glittered like stardust.

They didn’t remember being here. But their bones did.

And then... the music started.

The waltz drifted from nowhere. From everywhere.

From the corners of their memory that still bled magic.

And just like that—the ballroom came to life.

Ghosts in golden gowns spun across the floor, smiles frozen in time. The air shimmered with candlelight and sorrow. Their fingertips tingled. Their heartbeat stuttered. They should have been scared.

But then they felt it—

A hand at their waist.

Another gently capturing theirs.

Y/N turned.

And there he was.

Remy LeBeau.

The Cajun devil with eyes like blood and charm like velvet.

Except here, under the haunted moonlight, he looked like something remembered. Like a dream long buried under ice and war and fire.

“Chère,” he murmured, voice soft as snowfall, “May I have dis dance?”

They didn’t answer. Just nodded, breath fogging in the cold, eyes wide with that strange ache of knowing something without knowing why.

They danced.

Y/N didn’t think someone could feel like warmth and danger at once, but here he was, gliding with them through ghosts.

His coat brushed their thighs. His breath fanned their cheek.

The tips of his fingers were a little too cold.

And his smile was a little too sad.

But they didn’t let go. Neither did he.

Outside, the storm howled silver and sharp.

Inside, the chandeliers wept wax onto marble.

Y/N blinked—and for one terrifying second, they saw it.

A different ballroom. A different war. A different lifetime.

Remy bleeding beside her, calling their name in a language older than French.

Their hands glowing, outstretched, unable to reach him in time.

“I lost you,” Y/N whispered.

Tears stung, not from pain—but from memory.

A memory they hadn’t known was theirs.

“I died for you,” he said, voice rough and reverent. “But not enough to forget.”

And the world tilted.

They danced faster.

The music swelled.

And everything hurt in that beautiful, beautiful way.

Y/N pressed their forehead to his. Their fingers curled into his coat.

And Remy—Remy held them like he’d been made to. Like their name had been etched into his ribs by fate itself.

“You glow,” he said, “Even when the stars forget how.”

“You remember me,” Y/N whispered.

“I never forgot.”

The ballroom began to fade. The ghosts bowed and vanished into glitter.

The chandelier sighed, heavy and eternal.

Snow fell through the ceiling like stars falling home.

Y/N's arms were empty.

Remy was gone.

But only for a moment.

Because this time—this lifetime—they remembered too.

And when they opened their eyes again, in the real world, in the here and now...

There he was.

On a rooftop in New Orleans, coat flaring in the wind, red eyes soft and hopeful.

He offered them a hand, a card flickering with kinetic light between his fingers.

“Fancy a second dance, mon ange?”

And with a tear on their cheek and fire in their bones, Y/N took it.

Because not even death, time, or forgotten ballrooms could keep them apart.

[thelizardburt]

Golden hour - a recreation of the song into a scene.

Y/N×Bucky Barnes (y/n has elemental powers, btw)

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It was just two lovers.

A beat-up motorcycle. A borrowed car. Maybe both.

Y/N had one boot on the dashboard, glittering elemental scars catching what was left of the sun. Their hair whipped around like a lioness caught mid-roar, except they was laughing—head thrown back, eyes crinkled at the corners.

Bucky watched them from the driver’s seat like they'd carved themself out of a constellation. Like they belonged more to the sky than to this cracked, healing world.

Blonde was playing.

Somewhere in the background, Frank Ocean’s voice melted into the cotton candy skies.

They were driving nowhere fast, radio too loud, hearts louder.

The windows were down. The moment was golden.

Pink and orange bled across the horizon like someone had spilled a watercolor tray across the clouds. And even though the sun was setting, Bucky swore they glowed. Not metaphorically. Literally. Elemental magic shimmered across their freckles like tiny suns trapped in skin. Their birthmark pulsed soft silver beneath their eye, like it was listening to the music too.

A missed call buzzed from Bucky’s phone. He didn’t look at it.

Y/N leaned over, voice syrupy with amusement, “That your therapist or Steve?”

“Close. Sam.”

Y/N snorted. “What’s he gonna do, scold the Winter Soldier for being in love?”

He didn’t answer. Just smiled that broken-but-healing smile he only showed them.

Because yeah—he was in love. Messy, terrifying, fall-through-the-cracks kind of love. The kind that makes time slow. The kind that makes you forget the blood on your hands because someone else is reaching for them anyway.

Y/N looked at him, golden hour light painting their eyes in fire and honey, and he thought:

“I don’t need no light to see you. You are the light.”

He parked the car on some hill that didn’t even have a name. It was the kind of place people don’t write postcards about, but they should’ve. Because up there, with the city sighing in the distance and stars starting to stretch, the whole universe felt quiet. Like it was giving them permission.

Y/N kicked off their boots, feet up on the dash again, and tossed him a look. “This moment?” they whispered. “Let’s make it last.”

They were all elemental scars with a stardust soul with a war-torn smile.

And he—cybernetic arm and heart full of ghosts—was theirs. Fully. Finally. Fiercely.

They leaned their head against his shoulder.

He rested his cheek against their hair.

Time slowed.

The radio changed tracks, but neither of them moved.

They turned, kissed his cheek with a spark that felt like lightning and home.

“Hey, Barnes?”

“Yeah?”

“You know I could destroy a mountain, right? Snap a building in half?”

He smirked. “I’m aware.”

“So why do you still look at me like I’m delicate?”

He paused, then grinned soft. “Not delicate, doll. Divine.”

And in that soft dying light, they smiled with their whole body, their whole soul. Because no one had ever said that to them before—not like that. Not like they meant it.

He watched y/n, radiant and reckless, with glitter for skin and thunder in their veins.

They watched him, broken and brilliant, with hands that had hurt and still chose to hold them gently.

And just like that—

It was their golden hour.

Minutes stretched into hours.

Wounds forgot how to ache.

The world held its breath.

Because sometimes, love isn’t fireworks.

It’s a stolen moment in a borrowed car.

It’s “stay a little longer” whispered into a half-sunset sky.

It’s two war-torn hearts finally… finally…

finding home.

[thelizardburt]

*agent 1, 2 and 3 pulls out guns. Aimed at the two

1; "oh not so fast, gentlemen. We own the police."

4; "put the guns down. We were told not to cause a commotion, not causing a scene"

[ RP starter/intro for @foreverautisticbrainrot . . but anyone is more than welcome to reply as well ! ^_^ ]

{ ★ Settings . . a sunny park on a warm sunlit day !

You come acorss these three , two are having a conversation while the third seems to be busy writing in her notes . }

A: “ And yeah . . . he told me he'd send us the rest of Fawaz's squabs once they've hatched ”

Sh: “ That guy is deadass still alive to this day — ? ”

{ ★ You don't exactly understand what they're talking about . }

F: “ Shams , control your language for God's sake . ”

Sh: “ Yeah , okay Miss Egypt . Care to take this privileged mindset of yours elsewhere fancy ? ”

A: “ For the love of God you two , we're literally in public . . . ”

{ ★ well they do seem like an interesting bunch . . . care to approach ? }

PS !!! A is the taller one on the right , Sh is the one in the middle and F is on the left :D

[thelizardburt]

.....

3; "we work to mafia, hombrè."

4; "just apologise to them, you Кучка тупиц. You disgust me."

3; "or what? You'll shoot your ¿Con una pequeña pistola apuntándonos? Porque es patético."

[ RP starter/intro for @foreverautisticbrainrot . . but anyone is more than welcome to reply as well ! ^_^ ]

{ ★ Settings . . a sunny park on a warm sunlit day !

You come acorss these three , two are having a conversation while the third seems to be busy writing in her notes . }

A: “ And yeah . . . he told me he'd send us the rest of Fawaz's squabs once they've hatched ”

Sh: “ That guy is deadass still alive to this day — ? ”

{ ★ You don't exactly understand what they're talking about . }

F: “ Shams , control your language for God's sake . ”

Sh: “ Yeah , okay Miss Egypt . Care to take this privileged mindset of yours elsewhere fancy ? ”

A: “ For the love of God you two , we're literally in public . . . ”

{ ★ well they do seem like an interesting bunch . . . care to approach ? }

PS !!! A is the taller one on the right , Sh is the one in the middle and F is on the left :D

[thelizardburt]

4; "I apologise for their disgusting behaviour. They're never like this."

1; "oOoOoOoOoh~ and what are you gunna do about mE and my DiSgUsTiNg BeHaViOr?"

4; "I'll pump your guts full of lead. Now apologise to them, or else."

1; "else what. Oh you make me tremble~, the woman is probably a (bad name) anyway!"

[ RP starter/intro for @foreverautisticbrainrot . . but anyone is more than welcome to reply as well ! ^_^ ]

{ ★ Settings . . a sunny park on a warm sunlit day !

You come acorss these three , two are having a conversation while the third seems to be busy writing in her notes . }

A: “ And yeah . . . he told me he'd send us the rest of Fawaz's squabs once they've hatched ”

Sh: “ That guy is deadass still alive to this day — ? ”

{ ★ You don't exactly understand what they're talking about . }

F: “ Shams , control your language for God's sake . ”

Sh: “ Yeah , okay Miss Egypt . Care to take this privileged mindset of yours elsewhere fancy ? ”

A: “ For the love of God you two , we're literally in public . . . ”

{ ★ well they do seem like an interesting bunch . . . care to approach ? }

PS !!! A is the taller one on the right , Sh is the one in the middle and F is on the left :D

[thelizardburt]

1; "your lady, hm? Well, what if I said that if you don't tell us where the girl we're looking for is, I'll let (agent 2's name) have some... Fun with your lady."

1; "I'm sure he'd enjoy that, wouldn't he? Your lady seems like a fine woman."

4; "(agent 4's name) no. That won't happen."

2; "gentlemen, please, can't we just get along? The woman we're looking for has a bounty over her head and she's extremely dangerous."

[ RP starter/intro for @foreverautisticbrainrot . . but anyone is more than welcome to reply as well ! ^_^ ]

{ ★ Settings . . a sunny park on a warm sunlit day !

You come acorss these three , two are having a conversation while the third seems to be busy writing in her notes . }

A: “ And yeah . . . he told me he'd send us the rest of Fawaz's squabs once they've hatched ”

Sh: “ That guy is deadass still alive to this day — ? ”

{ ★ You don't exactly understand what they're talking about . }

F: “ Shams , control your language for God's sake . ”

Sh: “ Yeah , okay Miss Egypt . Care to take this privileged mindset of yours elsewhere fancy ? ”

A: “ For the love of God you two , we're literally in public . . . ”

{ ★ well they do seem like an interesting bunch . . . care to approach ? }

PS !!! A is the taller one on the right , Sh is the one in the middle and F is on the left :D

[thelizardburt]

4; "I apologise for them, I-"

1; "no, don't apologise. I'm captain here, so, here's what's gunna happen. You tell us where the girl were looking' for went. If not, I won't hesitate for him-" *indicates 3* "to sh00t you both. And trust me, he's trained in t0rtur3".

1; *removes sunglasses* "you-" looks to 4* "can stay out of this."

1; "now, care to cooperate?"

[ RP starter/intro for @foreverautisticbrainrot . . but anyone is more than welcome to reply as well ! ^_^ ]

{ ★ Settings . . a sunny park on a warm sunlit day !

You come acorss these three , two are having a conversation while the third seems to be busy writing in her notes . }

A: “ And yeah . . . he told me he'd send us the rest of Fawaz's squabs once they've hatched ”

Sh: “ That guy is deadass still alive to this day — ? ”

{ ★ You don't exactly understand what they're talking about . }

F: “ Shams , control your language for God's sake . ”

Sh: “ Yeah , okay Miss Egypt . Care to take this privileged mindset of yours elsewhere fancy ? ”

A: “ For the love of God you two , we're literally in public . . . ”

{ ★ well they do seem like an interesting bunch . . . care to approach ? }

PS !!! A is the taller one on the right , Sh is the one in the middle and F is on the left :D

[thelizardburt]

4; "I understand that your in the middle of something, but are you sure you haven-"

1; "tell us, or I let him shoot ya"

4; *sigh*

[ RP starter/intro for @foreverautisticbrainrot . . but anyone is more than welcome to reply as well ! ^_^ ]

{ ★ Settings . . a sunny park on a warm sunlit day !

You come acorss these three , two are having a conversation while the third seems to be busy writing in her notes . }

A: “ And yeah . . . he told me he'd send us the rest of Fawaz's squabs once they've hatched ”

Sh: “ That guy is deadass still alive to this day — ? ”

{ ★ You don't exactly understand what they're talking about . }

F: “ Shams , control your language for God's sake . ”

Sh: “ Yeah , okay Miss Egypt . Care to take this privileged mindset of yours elsewhere fancy ? ”

A: “ For the love of God you two , we're literally in public . . . ”

{ ★ well they do seem like an interesting bunch . . . care to approach ? }

PS !!! A is the taller one on the right , Sh is the one in the middle and F is on the left :D

[thelizardburt]

4; "hey you three!" *approaches them* "my apologies for anything I'm inturrputing, but we're looking for someone with pink and red hair. Have you seen them by any chance?" *flashes smile*

[ RP starter/intro for @foreverautisticbrainrot . . but anyone is more than welcome to reply as well ! ^_^ ]

{ ★ Settings . . a sunny park on a warm sunlit day !

You come acorss these three , two are having a conversation while the third seems to be busy writing in her notes . }

A: “ And yeah . . . he told me he'd send us the rest of Fawaz's squabs once they've hatched ”

Sh: “ That guy is deadass still alive to this day — ? ”

{ ★ You don't exactly understand what they're talking about . }

F: “ Shams , control your language for God's sake . ”

Sh: “ Yeah , okay Miss Egypt . Care to take this privileged mindset of yours elsewhere fancy ? ”

A: “ For the love of God you two , we're literally in public . . . ”

{ ★ well they do seem like an interesting bunch . . . care to approach ? }

PS !!! A is the taller one on the right , Sh is the one in the middle and F is on the left :D

[thelizardburt]

All the chibis together (some have small changes)

Thank you all for participating 💖

@thelizardburt @gachaepic @gemfoxplayz @gkemoon2-alt @teddierust @hayati-gacha @thestarivaeclipse

[thelizardburt]

4; your all idiots. There as witnesses right there. Ask them.

[ RP starter/intro for @foreverautisticbrainrot . . but anyone is more than welcome to reply as well ! ^_^ ]

{ ★ Settings . . a sunny park on a warm sunlit day !

You come acorss these three , two are having a conversation while the third seems to be busy writing in her notes . }

A: “ And yeah . . . he told me he'd send us the rest of Fawaz's squabs once they've hatched ”

Sh: “ That guy is deadass still alive to this day — ? ”

{ ★ You don't exactly understand what they're talking about . }

F: “ Shams , control your language for God's sake . ”

Sh: “ Yeah , okay Miss Egypt . Care to take this privileged mindset of yours elsewhere fancy ? ”

A: “ For the love of God you two , we're literally in public . . . ”

{ ★ well they do seem like an interesting bunch . . . care to approach ? }

PS !!! A is the taller one on the right , Sh is the one in the middle and F is on the left :D

[thelizardburt]

3; (pulls out gun) "let's just shoot her. Problem solved."

1; "and get ourselves killed?! Oh, that's a great idea! Lets kill our bosses daughter because you got bored and get ourselves killed! Great idea, this is why I'M Captain!"

2; "found the eyepatch."

1; "any footprints?"

2; "no."

1; "find footsteps. NOW!"

[ RP starter/intro for @foreverautisticbrainrot . . but anyone is more than welcome to reply as well ! ^_^ ]

{ ★ Settings . . a sunny park on a warm sunlit day !

You come acorss these three , two are having a conversation while the third seems to be busy writing in her notes . }

A: “ And yeah . . . he told me he'd send us the rest of Fawaz's squabs once they've hatched ”

Sh: “ That guy is deadass still alive to this day — ? ”

{ ★ You don't exactly understand what they're talking about . }

F: “ Shams , control your language for God's sake . ”

Sh: “ Yeah , okay Miss Egypt . Care to take this privileged mindset of yours elsewhere fancy ? ”

A: “ For the love of God you two , we're literally in public . . . ”

{ ★ well they do seem like an interesting bunch . . . care to approach ? }

PS !!! A is the taller one on the right , Sh is the one in the middle and F is on the left :D

[thelizardburt]

1; "she can't have gone far. Search for her! And that bl00dy eyepatch!"

[ RP starter/intro for @foreverautisticbrainrot . . but anyone is more than welcome to reply as well ! ^_^ ]

{ ★ Settings . . a sunny park on a warm sunlit day !

You come acorss these three , two are having a conversation while the third seems to be busy writing in her notes . }

A: “ And yeah . . . he told me he'd send us the rest of Fawaz's squabs once they've hatched ”

Sh: “ That guy is deadass still alive to this day — ? ”

{ ★ You don't exactly understand what they're talking about . }

F: “ Shams , control your language for God's sake . ”

Sh: “ Yeah , okay Miss Egypt . Care to take this privileged mindset of yours elsewhere fancy ? ”

A: “ For the love of God you two , we're literally in public . . . ”

{ ★ well they do seem like an interesting bunch . . . care to approach ? }

PS !!! A is the taller one on the right , Sh is the one in the middle and F is on the left :D