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This special ballistic missile is like taxi to Red. She uses it to travel from place to place! . . Wait till you see the final model! . . #wipart #ballisticmissile #sovietweapon #missle #3dgraphics #conceptdesign #retrogames https://www.instagram.com/p/CEy4rpJH0kq/?igshid=2iuc5t459wdp
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In the second the Trickster’s feets touched the floor again, he looked arround him, curious. He wasn’t exactly surprised to see that midgard was still a grey, depressed world. Well, it was not like if he were expecting anything else from those dull creatures.
He started walking slowly, his green eyes looking up to the sky. It was pitch black, all but for some solitary starts which were shinning with a white light. Ah, if only the mortals knew. If only they knew how much more than they could even imagine was out there, how much more than they could even start to understand was waiting to be discovered.
Though not by a midgardian of course. Their small lifes, less than a blink for a god, and their limited bodies wouldn’t allow them to do what was meant for gods.
Loki smirked and shook hid head. He had sneaked out of Asgard, wanting to make another visit -the last one was centuries ago- to that ignorant realm which rested pacefull between the eight of them. He started walking through the streets, all empty but for some mortals who don’t spare him even a glance. If only they knew….
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send me a (≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ for my character’s reaction to yours crawling into bed with them.
He doesn't know how he knows it, but when the bed creaks and dips he knows for a fact that it's Bucky. It might have something to do with his familiar weight, or maybe even his scent, he's honestly not sure. He just knows. Not that there'd be anyone else clambering into his bed, anyway, even if only because it's just the two of them at home.
"-—Bucky. You okay?"
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come tell me what you think of how i rp my muse, i can only publish.
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{text; Bucky} Hey. Just wanted to see how you were.
{text; Bucky} Remind you it’s okay
{text; Bucky} And you have people who love you
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Meme [15]
[text] How much are you attached to this plant you gave me?
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Send me ✉ and I’ll randomly generate a text message you’ll get from my muse.
[text >> bucky] let's adopt some pet
I want the K
Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number (NSFW version)∟ 14. Suck Along the Hips
Steve kisses his way down Bucky's chest, first of all, nose skimming over his stomach as his tongue traces the line of his abs. He comes to his hips eventually, and he decides to make Bucky his own; he doubts anyone else'll be seeing his hips now, but just in case they need a reminder—-
-—he sucks marks at equal distance along the line of his hip bones, eyes flicking up to try and meet Bucky's gaze as his hand strays lower, fingertips skirting Bucky's inner thigh.
