the-scarlet-witchie:

The recent, mellow months had been good to her. Her hair had grown out in short, soft curls and the bright bleached-blonde had been dyed back to her natural brown. The worry lines that had been so harshly etched into her face, seemed to nearly disappear as she had been smiling a lot more recently. Her long, muscular body had admittedly grown a little soft again, but she didn’t mind. This was the new Scarlett and she loved it.

However, to say that she didn’t miss her team or miss the crazy missions they used to take on would be a lie. Her four uniforms seemed to stare at her each time she’d open up her closet, just asking to be worn. Maybe she’d consider going solo someday, but for now, she was enjoying the downtime.

Plodding out onto the balcony of her apartment, the cool September breeze chilled her bare toes and stomach. Goosebumps formed on her arms as she folded them against the cold, metal railing. It was almost October and she hadn’t heard any sort of plans pop out of the woodwork. It was a bit of a relief considering her last couple of Halloweens. She couldn’t help but wonder though, what more was in store for her in the coming days?

Reblog if you are a very insecure role player.

The recent, mellow months had been good to her. Her hair had grown out in short, soft curls and the bright bleached-blonde had been dyed back to her natural brown. The worry lines that had been so harshly etched into her face, seemed to nearly disappear as she had been smiling a lot more recently. Her long, muscular body had admittedly grown a little soft again, but she didn’t mind. This was the new Scarlett and she loved it.

However, to say that she didn’t miss her team or miss the crazy missions they used to take on would be a lie. Her four uniforms seemed to stare at her each time she’d open up her closet, just asking to be worn. Maybe she’d consider going solo someday, but for now, she was enjoying the downtime.

Plodding out onto the balcony of her apartment, the cool September breeze chilled her bare toes and stomach. Goosebumps formed on her arms as she folded them against the cold, metal railing. It was almost October and she hadn’t heard any sort of plans pop out of the woodwork. It was a bit of a relief considering her last couple of Halloweens. She couldn’t help but wonder though, what more was in store for her in the coming days?

I miss you all so much

Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

itxisxaboutxpower:

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when you miss roleplaying with a certain person but you don’t wanna go to their ask because you feel like you’re bothering them

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(Source: venicelocke)

((*cries because of all of Meg’s reblogs and because I miss all our shenanigans*))

averagebare:

fuck dating girls who are “naturally pretty.” date girls who are supernaturally pretty. date a hot ass ghost. date a fucking alien 

(Source: slayboybunny)

Man, I feel like a woman.

((If I were to do daily/weekly/biweekly flashback drabbles about any of my characters, is that something that any of you might be interested in reading at all?))