May 31, 2015
➳
Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.
“I’ll never understand you.”
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➳
Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.
“I’ll never understand you.”
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➳
Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.
“I wish I had never had the displeasure of meeting you.”
➳
Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.
“You don’t understand.”
Hat tipped to the barman as he entered, Sniper took a moment to breathe. Though it wasn't in search of alcohol that he usually came here, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the atmosphere: the murmur of voices mingled with glasses clinking and the occasional giggle at the television; the warm smell of yeast and cheap air freshener; the creak of old wood beneath your feet. He was about to take his usual secluded corner when his eyes drifted to the bar. Holy-- "Didn't expect to see you 'ere, lad."
So far it had been a quiet night, and due to recent events the Frenchman was grateful for that. It was dangerous he knew, to be drinking here alone with only the comforts of a whiskey bottle to provide any sort of companionship. Quite suddenly a voice he least expected greeted Spy’s ears from his stool within the uninhabited tavern, and for a moment he wondered if he simply had way too much to drink. But not even his imagination could hallucinate the look of curiosity he caught behind the Australians aviators as he studied him for possible explanations as to why he would be here. The blu highly doubted he was going to come up with any answers. “I am not in the mood to speak to you bushman.” He drawled as he looked back to his glass, irritably starring down its contents. “As you would say in that accent of yours, ‘piss off’.”
❥ ✈ B)
Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories.
❥ — a childhood memory
He could recall the adrenaline that pulsed through his veins that day- running from a voice that screamed the only name he knew. “Voleur!” His feet were aching and he was tired. He ignored the pain in his gut and enjoyed the wave of relief when he rounded the corner. His body was almost too big for the hole in the wall now- but he could still crawl through.The smile on his lips reached the sides of his face as he held his prize, a loaf of bread easily the size of his head. The sounds of footsteps retreating was music to his ears as he feasted on his well deserved treat. During moments like these, life seemed glorious.
✈ — an eye-opening memory
The first time he heard those three words, he couldn’t believe they were for him. “I love you.” Her smell would linger on his clothing for weeks after the night they had shared yet Spy rendered himself unable to mind. His lack of an answer coaxed her closer, crossing to his side of the bed. He could feel soft hair brushing against his skin, her lips poised into a smile hovering against his ear. “Stay here, with me.” Nobody before had dared to ask, and that made it all the harder to say no.
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I LOVE YOUR FUCKIN HEADER CAUSE ALL I THINK IS SPY IN FRONT OF A CULT GROUP GOING "one of us! One of us!" OVER AND OVER AND I JUST PPPPFFFFFFT
O my god.. well i’m glad someone’s enjoying it??
your theme is so pretty. uh. i came here to ask if your spy has a scout son or if that's, like, a hypothetical position you are hoping to fill in
[Thank you! I feel very fortunate I had a friend who was willing to do it just for fun and uMMM YES.
Though I’d need to know the scout well and it might be more auish rather then canon verse? I don’t know I haven’t really given it much thought– but at the very least it’s an au I’d absolutely love to explore.]
✎?
Send one for a headcanon I have for my muse
✎- Can your muse draw? How well/How Bad?
Y’know I haven’t actually considered this.. maybe? Perhaps that’s where Scout got it from.On the other hand I could also see him being dreadful at it, to his disdain. He’s got an appreciation for the arts either way.