Stormbringer

Looking for partners for at BTS discord rp!

Hii random people!  My friend and are would really love to start a small discord rp group, and are trying to find people to play all seven members of BTS.  We’ll be taking J Hope and Jimin, so all others would be open for whoever is interested!  

We are super chill people that just super love BTS, open to all kinds of plot lines, ships and anything else that comes up!  If you’re interested you can drop me a message here or hit me up at Disaster Lesbian, RN#6730 on Discord!  Hoping to here from you!

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Looking for partners for at BTS discord rp!

Hii ARMY!  My friend and are would really love to start a small discord rp group, and are trying to find people to play all seven members of BTS.  We’ll be taking J Hope and Jimin, so all others would be open for whoever is interested!  

We are super chill people that just super love BTS, open to all kinds of plot lines, ships and anything else that comes up!  If you’re interested you can drop me a message here or hit me up at Disaster Lesbian, RN#6730 on Discord!  Hoping to here from you!

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“I know more about space and the rocks in space. You came from a space planet? So what, who doesnt?” He followed Thor around. All knowing Starlord telling Thor about space rocks. “Pretty sure the radiation off some of those rocks could fuel a city, but you know. I know stuff like that. You know what.. thunder? ” He realized how dumb he was starting to sound. He really wanted Thor to stop being so Thor, and so smart, and stupid good looking and well, Thorish. Even his stupid name sounded powerful. “Ever see rocket shoes? Pretty advance stuff.”

Midgard might be very dear to Thor's heart, indeed, he'd left quite a bit of it here, worked into the very ground of it.  But Asgard had been dear too, and now he was too busy mourning it to be grateful to be back here, among old friends.  And strange new ones too, apparently.  "Lord of Stars, I have seen things that are much beyond anything you could imagine with your half-Midgardian brain," Thor said, stopping for a moment and turning his head to the heavens, a pensive look on his face.  "I don't need rocket shoes, I can fly, quite easily.  Would you like to see?"

Who says I need to take anyone?  I’m going like I always do.  By myself, arriving in style.   I mean, unless you want to be my bro date.  I’m cool with that.

It took a good minute to realize exactly what sketchbook was lying on the ground, and sure enough, Steve immediately found himself more desperate than ever to get his sketchbook back. Thor was a friend of his, but the other man liked to tease him every now and then. Steve wasn’t stupid. He saw the signs. And if the other man got ahold of the sketches inside his sketchbook? 

Well, it certainly wouldn’t be the best thing. That was for damn sure.

Not that Steve had any innaprorpriate sketches of anyone he knew. However, the sketches he did have were those of very famous models and actors, and to see them in such of light might’ve been surprising, if not a little inappropriate.

“I do mean that, Thor. C’mon, give it back.” Akin to how a child might reach out for a bag of candy, Steve held his hands out for the sketchbook, only for Thor to open it. Steve’s eyes widened. “It ain’t – that ain’t you. I mean, I know it looks like it’s you. It does. It isn’t you, though. It’s, uh. It’s an actor.” Despite his weak attempt of an excuse, it was the truth. 

Blushing, Steve then tried to reach out for the sketchbook again. “Thor, I mean it. Give it back. I ain’t kidding, pal. I have commissions inside that sketchbook that I need to have done by the end of the week. If you give me back that sketchbook, I’ll – I’ll draw you something. Anything. Just give it back, c’mon.” 

Thor knew that Steve was maybe a little too innocent at times for his particular brand of teasing, and even though he knew he teased a little too hard sometimes, he couldn't stop himself.  The way Steve's face kind of fell was kind of adorable.  But it also meant that Thor gave in way too fast, because he couldn't resist a face like that.  

He sighed dramatically and passed the sketchbook back.  "Fine, you win.  It's because you're too damn cute, it's so annoying," he said, but was grinning when he did.  "It's cool though, if you want to use me as a model.  I have the time.  And you know," he said and flexed, wiggling his eyebrows.  "This kick ass body.  It should be immortalized."  

Thor's eyes widened, the smile on his face getting a little more wolfish.  "You'll draw me anything?  Like, you'd immortalize my hotness in ink?  I can be down for that," he said and leaned a little closer, winking.  Thor really enjoyed Steve when it came down to it he did, even if the guy was occasionally totally oblivious to how hard he'd hit on him from time to time.  He reached out and squeezed Steve's shoulder.  "Chill out man, it's all good.  Do you need a drink?  A joint?  I can hook you up."

No, being that responsible seems boring as fuck.  I’m good with how we both are right now.  I get to live the good life and Loki gives me shit.  It’s all good.

It started off as a simple mistake. Steve hadn’t meant to keep losing his sketchbooks. Sure, he had dozens of them stacked away in his apartment – hidden beneath the folds of his clothes, the stacks of books  and amongst the cutlery in his kitchen – and yet, it kept happening. Over and over again, he’d lose his sketchbooks. Some of these sketchbooks had useless scribbles in them. Others, however, had sketches of commissions people had paid for him to draw. It was quite the conundrum then when, one day, after mailing a considerably r-rated drawing to a paid commissioner, he saw one of his sketchbooks on the ground.

It was there, clear as day and out for the world to see.

Quickly reaching to grab it, the blond snatched it up just as another person did so. 

“Uh, I’m real sorry–” he started, “but that’s my sketchbook. I’m gonna haveta ask you to let go of it an’ give it back. Please.”

Thor knew that there were plenty of things he did that made him a...well, questionable human being.  And maybe taunting Steve was one of the worst ones.  But the guy was too damn sweet, he made it so easy. He wasn't trying to overtly be a dick most of the time, but when he found Steve's stuff lying out, particular the sexy stuff, which wasn't often, he couldn't help but want to study it a little.

"What?" Thor asked, putting on his best completely confused expression.  "You don't mean this do you?" he said, flipping the page to Steve and grinning.  "I think this looks more like my intellectual property than yours, really.  You see the contour there?  Around the sexy, sexy nakedness?  Clearly modeled after me," he said and grinned.  He flexed a little and winked at Steve.  "Come on.  You were thinking of me."

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Valkyrie sat at the bar, hoping something would happen. It had been a slow Tuesday night, with her job feeling pointless. There were no fights, no underage children trying to sneak in, and certainly no harassments of any kind. She hated boring nights with a passion. It left her feeling antsy and ready to fight. Seeing a suspicious figure in the corner, she walked over to observe. “And what exactly do you think you’re doing here?”

Thor had more or less worked his way through most people in town by now, which meant repeating a few times here and there.  But some men and women didn't just fall into his bed as easily as he thought they should, which was really a pity.  Not that Thor minded, he still got around plenty, and that was all that mattered. But he still wanted the ones that got away, and he couldn't help but grin widely when he saw one of them sitting at the bar when he came in.  That hot cop, the one that wasn't obviously a lesbian.  Val-something.  He sidled up to her, giving her the most sultry smile he could manage.  "Oh other than sitting down next to you, buying you a couple of drinks and then giving you the ride of your life?  Nothing much."

“Being cute and innocent would be a pretty lame superpower. I would rather have super speed.” She decided, that seemed like a cool superpower, though she understood that Thor was offering her a compliment. “Maybe,” She shrugged, “My mother always used to say that I was very in tune to people’s feelings, I think that helps too. A lot of people I work with don’t exactly enjoy expressing themselves.”

Mandy shook her head emphatically, “I don’t think that’s true.” It saddened her to hear Thor talk so negatively about himself, even if he disguised it as a compliment for Mandy. “I just don’t think you’ve found your calling yet. Everybody has a purpose, everybody is here for a reason, maybe you just don’t know what it is yet.” She offered a small shrug, glancing from the screen to Thor as she spoke. “Please don’t kill anyone, I don’t want that on my conscious.” She said with a light chuckle, fairly certain they wouldn’t go through with it.

Thor let out a soft laugh and shook his head a little.  "I don't know I think it works as one.  You know how most people in this world are.  They're kind of gross and fucked up, you know?"  He gave Mandy a soft kind of smile.  "I get that," he went on.  "I know I want to say things to you that I don't really say to a ton of other people."

He bit his lower lip and shrugged, kind of like a pouting child.  Thor never really knew how to take people actually thinking he could do something more with his life.  "But you know there's got to be some people that don't have a calling right?  Some people have to be destined for shit.  It's just how life is."  Thor sighed softly letting his attention drift to the screen again, shooting a few more people and grinning.  "I might kill someone for you.  I like you.  And you mean a lot to Peter."  He pursed his lips and then let out a laugh.  "You know that shit about you getting to people that actually hate sharing their emotions?  You make me wanna tell you stuff.  Like...I don't know.  I think I'm into your brother.  Like more than I should be.  And I don't know what the fuck to do with that."

“That sounds a lot like defensive to me.” She replied with a snicker, before dropping the subject. It did seem odd to her how defensive he was of his deadbeat roommate, but that was for another day’s prying. “I think he was always crazy.” She frowned, “Besides, I have a job, and my own income, which I don’t believe the woman in that song had.” She huffed. 

“It would make me feel better if I believed you.” She laughed humourlessly, nodding to one of the waiters as she walked through the door and they were showed to a small table. They knew her here, just one of the perks of being a high ranking person in government. “Uh-huh, we should make it a public health initiative, sex with Thor Odinson will cure all of your woes.” She muttered sarcastically, waiting until they were both seated before continuing. “I think the best thing you can do for his career is disappear.” She told him matter-of-factly, though, for once, her voice carried little malice. “Of course, your brother doesn’t want that, no matter what you do.” She let out a sigh, “If you really want to help him, maybe you should ask what he wants from you. You take his money and you take his bailouts, but you’re barely around enough to call yourself his brother. He cares about you, I’m sure your support would be valuable.”

"Yeah whatever," Thor said, and tried to say it with a cheery note in his voice so that Amora would just drop it finally.  He didn't need anyone talking any shit about Peter.  There were some things that were sacred, even to him.  "Yeah a job and income from my brother, who you're definitely fucking.  I think that blurs the lines a little, don't you, Amora?" he said, the amusement finally back full force, twisting his lips up and grinning wide and easy.  

He had to admit she had a point there and then shrugged.  "You know I don't go actively looking for trouble and shit.  It just kind of follows me," he said as he sat down.  "And don't knock it, if more people got laid more often, they wouldn't be so damn cranky all the time."  Thor expected from Amora what he got from most people.  That he should shape up and get a job, keep his head down, all that shit.  He didn't expect for her to just bluntly tell him to leave.  "Oh," he said, strangely almost hurt by it.  "Well fuck," he said and then let out a soft kind of laugh.  "Yeah, that would dot he trick wouldn't it.  Get the black sheep of the radar.  And trust me, I want to get out of this shit town just as much as people want me to get out of it."  He felt his jaw tightening and he let out a huff of breath.  "I already know I can't be the brother he wants, I'm just...not fucking capable of that."  He shrugged and picked up a few sugar packets so he had something to do with his nervous energy, flicking them between his fingers and then sighing.  “Whatever, I guess I could try harder.”

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