Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours!
For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!
Family/Platonic:
✩ Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.
✪ Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.
★ Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.
✬ Making them their favorite hot beverage.
☼ Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.
☀ Singing them to sleep.
☆ Getting them something they need before they ask for it.
☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.
✥ Play fighting!
❃ Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)
Shipping/Romance:
♥ Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.
♡ Kissing the corner of their eyes.
❥ Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.
❤ Whispering sweet nothings in their ear.
❦ Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.
❣ Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.
ღ Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.
ℒ Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.
￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.
Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.
Sexual/NSFW:
✖ Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.
✗ Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.
♦ Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.
✚ Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.
✦ Giving a sensual massage.
♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.
▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.
▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.
► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.
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There’s a knock on the door. An arrangement of white roses and hyacinths is dropped off on Marv’s doorstep. With it is a small card that reads as follows: ~I am deeply sorry for your loss. I would like to offer you my humblest apologies, for I was not aware my presence at the funeral would cause you such distress.~ A.U.
He opens the door and stares at the flowers for a long time, his face scrunched up in confusion. Finally, he stoops to scoop them up, his eyes scanning the card. “Oh.” That’s all he says, and his face offers little clue as to what that single word might truly mean. But he does take the flowers and when he closes the door as he goes inside, he does so gently, with no sign of anger.
The anon doesn’t even have to specify what the revenge is for. He knows. And the thought alone ages him a thousand years. “Revenge? Against a god?” He laughs bitterly and shakes his head. “I can barely force myself to wake up in this world and remember I’m alone morning after morning after morning. I have no hope against a god.”
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A week after Marv returns home, he learns a very startling truth about something that happened while he was away. (But not until after some long awaited hanky-panky >.>’ )
So after almost three years away in space, learning about his Kree heritage, going on daring rescue missions and seeing all sorts of wonders, @speshulmarvel finally returns to Scar for a (mostly) happy reunion.
-He gives the redhead a watery smile as she sits next to him and pats his back. His eyes are ringed by dark circles and he looks like he’s been crying- I’m so worried about her, Mags. The nightmares come every night and I don’t think I’ve seen her without a migraine since I got back. -He sighs heavily and stares into the horizon- I’ve begged her to see a doctor but she insists it’s normal... I don’t know what to do.
WITH A GOOD GIRL THAT DOESN’T GO THIRSTING AFTER EVERY OTHER PERSON
((OMG I JUST FIGURED OUT THAT THE ASK ANSWERS ARE IN A DIFFERENT PLACE THAN THEY USED TO BE IM SO SORRY. This is in response to the shipping ask meme.))-He smiles gently- “Look, I know Scar has a colorful past but that doesn’t matter to me. I know she loves me, and I love her. We’re together now and nothing can change that.” -His smile fades to an uncertain frown- ...Right?
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Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!
❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc
ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!
☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc
❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc
❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual.
“Well if you love it, then I think you should keep doing it.” He cleared his throat and fiddled with his fork. “And I’ll get a job too. Of course.” He actually had quite a bit of Kree money, hard won victories of a war he wasn’t ready to talk about and spoils he felt far too guilty to spend. So it was all stashed away, just waiting. But he didn’t want to tell Scar about it. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, he just wasn’t sure that she would understand why he couldn’t just exchange it for Earth currency and use it, especially when it was for their son. She couldn’t understand how many other sons had to suffer for him to even have it. Maybe someday he would tell her. But not today.
“I could probably get something really decent in like… Construction.” He flexed a bicep playfully.
“Well don’t feel like you’ve got to rush back into the workforce,” she said, chuckling at the thought of him working construction. Whoever hired him would probably save a fortune on power tools. Then again, Cory had a bit of a clumsy streak from time to time, so maybe things would even out in the end. Or maybe all that had changed from the time he went away.
“Maybe spending time at home with Grayson would be a good way to get acclimated to Earth again.”
His whole face immediately lit up and he sat up straighter in his chair. “Like… A stay at home dad? I would love that! Oh man, i could strap him on my back and go to Target and drink coffee while I shop for a new blender!”
There was absolutely nothing ironic about his words. He really was THAT excited about the prospect.
Cory stiffened, serving spoon frozen above his plate. “It was…” There was a long pause where he mentally shouted a million unspoken feelings, emotions he had kept safely trapped behind distraction. Then he sighed.
“There was a reason he chose not to be a part of my life. I was stupid to think it was anything but a bad one.” He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, dropping the food in the spoon into an unceremonious pile on his plate. “Or that I could ever be good enough for someone. You know what? Let’s talk about something else.” He plopped down at the table. “You said you’re teaching dance? That’s great! Tell me about that!”
Wide-eyed, she paused mid-sip before slowly settling her glass down. So traveling all that way to meet his father hadn’t gone all that well, she assumed. Although curious, she decided not to press it. She knew better than anyone what it was like when a journey of self-discovery went awry.
“Oh, yes, um…” she breathed a nervous laugh. “Yeah I um, I started teaching when Grayson turned one and I decided to stop leeching off of the generosity of Erik and my parents. It’s not the best paying job, but it’s enough for us to be comfortable.”
"Well if you love it, then I think you should keep doing it." He cleared his threat and fiddled with his fork. "And I'll get a job too. Of course." He actually had quite a bit of Kree money, hard won victories of a war he wasn't ready to talk about and spoils he felt far too guilty to spend. So it was all stashed away, just waiting. But he didn't want to tell Scar about it. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, he just wasn't sure that she would understand why he couldn't just exchange it for Earth currency and use it, especially when it was for their son. She couldn't understand how many other sons had to suffer for him to even have it. Maybe someday he would tell her. But not today. "I could probably get something really decent in like... Construction." He flexed a bicep playfully.
“That’s alright.” He pulled himself to his feet and flashed a grin at her. “I don’t consider myself much of a purveyor of fine toy trucks, anyway.” He turned to look at the feast laid out on the kitchen counter and rubbed his hands together eagerly. “Well, shall we eat then?”
“Sure! I’d dish you up but I’m afraid I might underestimate how hungry you really are,” she said, wrinkling her nose with a smile. Once they were all settled at the table and Grayson in his high chair, Scar sat back a moment to take this all in. She’d made a fairly good spread in record time, Grayson wasn’t shrieking at the stranger in his home, and the stranger in his home had settled right back into the place he’d left behind. This all had to be too good to be true.
“So… Your dad’s an alien? How was it meeting him?”
Cory stiffened, serving spoon frozen above his plate. "It was..." There was a long pause where he mentally shouted a million unspoken feelings, emotions he had kept safely trapped behind distraction. Then he sighed. "There was a reason he chose not to be a part of my life. I was stupid to think it was anything but a bad one." He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, dropping the food in the spoon into an unceremonious pile on his plate. "Or that I could ever be good enough for someone. You know what? Let's talk about something else." He plopped down at the table. "You said you're teaching dance? That's great! Tell me about that!"
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“Anything is better than what I’ve been eating. Believe me. Kree food leaves… MUCH MUCH to be desired.” He grimaced, then crouched to be on level with the excited toddler at his feet. “Wow! How cool buddy! Is this your favorite truck? What does it do?” He reached out a hand. “Can I see it, please?”
The little, blue-eyed boy stared pensively for a moment. Then with a giggle he turned in his heels and ran the opposite direction. “No!”
“Ah yes, his new favorite word.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Get ready for a lot of that. I hear it’s a toddler thing.”
“That’s alright.” He pulled himself to his feet and flashed a grin at her. “I don’t consider myself much of a purveyor of fine toy trucks, anyway.” He turned to look at the feast laid out on the kitchen counter and rubbed his hands togehter eagerly. “Well, shall we eat then?”
“Scar! Scarlett!” Cory pulled off his helmet an tossed it to the ground as he ran off the disembarking ramp of his intergalactic ship. It was hard to suppress the overjoyed tears that pricked at the corners of his eyes at the sight of his heart, standing there on the landing pad, her dark, wavy hair shifting gently in the breeze churned up by the ship’s engines. “You came! I… I didn’t expect you to…” The tears came fully as he fell to his knees in front of her, grasping both of her tiny, fragile looking hands in his giant fists. “Oh Scar, I missed you so much!” He looked around, a perplexed look crossing his face. “Where’s Grayson?”
“With his stepfather.” Scar replied coolly, slipping her hands neatly from Cory’s grasp like they were made of silk. “They should be here any minute.”
“With his…?” His heart plummeted into the grass where it was eaten by a million fire ants. “What do you mean?”
“What, you don’t think she was waiting this whole time?” A dark shape emerged from the building behind Scarlett. One altogether far too familiar. “Not for a pathetic little creature like Cornelius Marvel.” Jonathan Crane sneered at the crestfallen man on the ground. “At least you have the sense to grovel for her good graces. It’s a shame you’re far too late for it to mean anything.” He laughed cruelly, hoisting a toddler higher onto his hip.
CORY’S toddler, the hero reminded himself. His son, and his girl. How could he lose to this…creature?! This was a nightmare!
“Indeed it it, Marvel boy…” Somehow Jon was able to slip into Cory’s psyche with the ease of a greasy snake, as always. “Or should I say, Disappointment ? Isn’t that right, /son?/” He gave Grayson a slimy smile and the toddler giggled.
“Daddy!” The boy cooed, waving his fists in the air.
“No…” Cory whispered in horror. “This can’t be real! Scar!” He looked up at the woman he loved with pleading eyes. To his surprise she returned his desperate look with one of her own.
“I didn’t have a choice Cory. Please forgive me…” Tears filled her eyes. “I have so many enemies and Grayson… I couldn’t hold them off on my own. I needed help and Jonathan was there. And you? Well, you weren’t.” She gave him an apologetic look that only served to make him feel even more pathetic. “I’m so sorry.”
Cory was immediately infused with n explosive rage at the sight of her tears and the deep bruises that he just now noticed covered her arms. Many of them surrounded what looked like puncture marks, no doubt from syringes full of fear toxin. He may not have been there before, but he was here now, and he wouldn’t let that monster hurt her like that anymore.
“SCARECROW!” He snarled, jumping to his feet. “Give the baby to Scar. NOW.”
“Oh, the little alien wants to have a go, does he? By all means…” Scary smirked and handed the child to his mother. “You’ll be no match for my-” The man was interrupted by a sudden blast of energy erupting from Cory’s fist and slamming into his chest. “OOF!” He grunted as he slammed into the wall of the building behind him and slumped to the ground, unconscious.
“You’re not the only who’s had time to learn new tricks…” Cory muttered, shaking the smoke off of his fist. He turned to a stunned Scar and once again took her hands in his with the most tender care he possibly could. “Scar, I know I wasn’t there. And I’m so sorry for that. I was an idiot. I never should have left you and Grayson. I missed you every day I was gone. Every second my heart beat away from yours was agony…” He reached up with his free hand and brushed her hair away from her face. “Please, can you forgive me and have me back? You deserve more than… Than /that./” He gestured in disgust in Jonathan’s direction.
“Oh Cory…” Scar looked up at him, her eyes wide with what he hoped was love. “I missed you too. We both did.”
His heart pounded as he lost himself deep in the amber depths of her irises. God how he loved her. He had waited so long for this moment too. His eyes shifted downward and he gazed at her full lips, wet and ever so slightly parted for him… “Scar…I…” He leaned forward, mesmerized by her sweet mouth.
“Shh, I know…” She leaned forward as well. Their lips were inches apart. He opened his mouth to invite her in and-Cory sat up with a sharp gasp, yelping as his head slammed into the ridiculously low ceiling of his bunk on this shitty cargo ship. “OW! FUCK!” He yelled, cradling his head. His outburst earned him more than a few irritated glances and harsh shushes from his fellow passengers and he muttered angrily to himself as he laid back down, overwhelmed by his sudden return to reality.
It had all been a dream. The whole fucking thing. He was still in the middle of dark space, a million light years from home. Scar was God only knew where, doing God only knows what. Hopefully staying the fuck away from that Scarecrow cretin.
“Every second my heart beat away from yours was agony?!” He whispered mockingly to himself. “Such a stupid line…” And with that he rolled over and curled into an angry ball, his body cradling his aching heart. Yeah, he was a million light years from home. One million light years, and lonelier than ever now.
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