#metalarmedman

With each number he clapped his hands and watched as the dancers went from one position to the next. This was all part of their warm-up and knew that once they were done they could start on the production that was now six weeks away. The company had told them to expect a new dancer and yet looking over the group he saw only the same faces he saw day in and day out. Which meant their newest dancer had decided the rules didn't apply to him. Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention and for a long moment Jace thought about ignoring him or turning to face him. Normally, he would've locked the practise door after start time since everyone knew what time they were expected to be there. Since they were expecting someone new he thought he'd leave it open. "Practise starts at nine sharp. Not nine oh one, not nine thirty, nine sharp."

@metal-armed-man​ gets a starter from my themed interaction call! 🌹 bridgerton

      the carriage creaks as it rattles down the cobblestone roads. the sun has only just set & she knows the ball is well under way but her brother had been adamant that they make a FASHIONABLY LATE entrance. it would draw attention, for sure - he would know how to stir up the ton in a manner of speaking. besides, he had assured her, it would leave so many with questions given the already elusive nature of the Morgenstern household. they had only just returned, after all, & after a year abroad following personal family tragedy, it would be quite the topic of speculation if either of them would even be attendance at all. ‘ we mustn’t appear too eager, sister, ’ he had chastened her as one of the ladies maids had twisted her hair up into elaborate braids & set them about with ribbons.

      the dress she had for tonight wasn’t in the English fashion, or even the neighboring French - no, she might cause a bit of a scandal with the hint of her collarbones in the Italian style dresses she had been outfitted with but making over her entire wardrobe in a rush was distasteful. besides, there was a healthy mix of German dresses in her vast wardrobe & really that was part of the allure. her family had been abroad for the last few years & had delayed coming back after her father’s untimely death - it would be out of place for her to instantly conform to the expectations of society.

      she was a Morgenstern, after all, even if she carried the name Fairchild. her brother might be LORD MORGENSTERN, but she was no less atypical.

     true to form, the footmen are surprised when the ornate carriage comes down the road. she knows they must make quite a statement with their Transylvanian horses. those had been a gift from one Princess Valerious after her brother had been his charming self at an All Hallow’s eve ball thrown some time ago, & the large, black horses looked striking against all of the others by comparison. she lets herself be helped down from the carriage while her brother takes care of handing over their invitation to secure them entry, & just like that they’re whisked back into the society that had been away from for so long. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 ❔ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜!

Steve Rogers obviously, though I kind of want to explore their friendship pre-serum? i don’t ever see a lot of that going on and think it’d be interesting to see.

Alice Turner. I have a marvel verse for her where she actually becomes a friend of pre-serum steve during the 40′s and ends up kidnapped by Hydra for her mutation. It’s in the queue with more details but there could always be discussion about it as she ends up around post snap or even when there are big cataclysmic events.

Celina Ebbing. She isn’t officially on my google doc yet but she’s a witcher oc where i have a marvel verse for her as a failed super soldier experiment bent on revenge and that could definitely be interesting? maybe she crosses him a few times as the winter soldier?

Archer. honestly, archer interacting with marvel characters has been hilarious for me so far and i think he’d get on bucky’s nerves A LOT and i’m honestly ready for it.

The punch landed square on the bag. One right after another, they kept coming as hard as they could as Steve punched the punching bag in fury. The flashbacks of him hitting the ground violently were the only memories he had of the incident. He was told once the shield cracked in half he collapsed and went unconscious. Once he awoke two days later, he had no memories of who he was or where he came from. Gritting his teeth, Steve kept punching the bag with an anger that matched no man before him. His shirt was soaked with sweat and his hair was tussled from being pushed back. 

Anger flowed through him the more he hit the bag. Not only were his memories stolen from him but he had strange people surrounding him calling themselves his friends. They were crowding him and acted as if this was normal as if he would get his memories back tomorrow. They didn’t understand how empty he felt. No knowing who you are ate you up and left you guessing at your whole existence.

Steve punched the bag hard one last time and suddenly the bag exploded as it came loose from the ceiling, flying half way across the room. He sighed as he wiped his brow with his forearm. That was the second one to do that today. Just as he was going to go over and get a new bag he heard a noise. He whipped around and saw someone standing there. It was someone he didn’t know. Or at least didn’t remember. “Who the hell are you?” 

@metal-armed-man​: “You stole another of my hoodies, didn’t you?”

@metal-armed-man​: 4,11, and 13 ( the be honest meme )

4. How do you explain rp to someone in the real world?

honestly I don’t tbh. if I do, I just call it “my writing hobby.”

11. What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

when people tell you what kind of person, or partner, they are? believe them. people have each & every rule for a distinct reason. adjust your parameters accordingly, & be more understanding.

13. Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?