★ = room for improvement
★★ = not bad
★★★ = pretty good
★★★★ = a badass at everything you post
★★★★★ = are you even human? DAMN.
Submit a video to my muse, and watch their reactions!
Some of the most successful (in notes) original memes from inboxideas
→as of 29 December 2013 (memes are in no particular order)
WARNING! - Some of these memes maybe NSFW and/or triggering to some. You have been warned.
Send me a ☒ and I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-50 to see which text my muse will send to yours (it’s a mixed bag, so proceed with caution)05 ;
[text] Can I borrow you for like three hours Saturday night?
[Text] Tell me where to meet you.
[text] Well, where are you?
[text] The lobby and to the elevator.
They arrived at SHIELD. Coulson was standing there next to a table that had several old parchments lying on the top. His arms crossed and a stern look on his face. “An agent shouldn’t be necessary to escort you to do your assignment,” he advised as they moved into the room. “Fury wouldn’t be pleased if he knew…”
"It won’t happen again." Loki replied simply as he sat at the table. He understood the implications of his remark. If Fury wasn’t pleased that meant Odin would be notified and he could revoke his freedom.
Natasha walked in and crossed her arms, looking at him. She couldn’t mouth off and say ‘Who said it was necessary?’ because then that would mean she was with him for another reason. “Agent Coulson,” She greeted simply, staying back and letting Phil deal with Loki.
She couldn’t let them know they were together. But she stepped forward and leaned over Loki’s shoulder to look at the documents. “Looks like you don’t get to paint your portrait until your homework is done,” She whispered, making motions over the parchment and then getting up and looking at the other agent. “Anything for me to do? Or am I just here to make sure he does his job? You already gave me one babysitting detail. And remember how that turned out… Monaco Raceway and Hammer Industries.”
Put “Is this you?” in my askbox and my character will respond to yours finding an old picture of them!
Natasha blinked and looked at him, snatching the picture back. “Snooping around were you?” She asked, narrowing her eyes. “I don’t like that… But… yes.” She sighed and handed it back. “The ballerina in the center is me. Yes. I can do that still.”
Loki took the paper, gazing down at it for a moment before taking her hand in his. He raised it to his lips before leaning in and kissing her softly. “I’m going to take us now.” He called up on his magic as the swirl of colors enveloped them swiftly bringing them to an alleyway of London’s city streets.
Natasha nodded and moved closer to him, before she was kissed and smiled up at him. Holding onto his hand, she looked up at him and wasn’t sure what was going to happen. She wasn’t used to it completely yet. And she doubted she ever would get used to it. When she felt her feet hit solid ground, she looked over at him. “So… I’ll never get used to that feeling,” She admitted, looking around. “And wow. London… without customs check. Nice.”
Soon it was time for her to leave. Loki stood with his parents as they watched them prepare for their journey home. The footman helping the King into the carriage. He look so tired. He hoped that once he got home, he would recover quickly. “I will see you next summer,” Loki promised as they said their goodbyes. “One way or the other. Have a safe journey, Natasha.”
Natasha had two small bags with her as she watched her father be helped into the carriage. She looked over to Loki and nodded. “You will,” She said. “And before I leave, this is for you.” She handed a small bag to him and smiled. In the bag was a black handkerchief with a gold embroidered border of horse shoes and an emerald green ‘L’ in one corner. “I figured you may like to have something like that,” She said. “I will write to you when we arrive home. Thank you for your hospitality.” She got into the carriage and sat across from her father, looking out the small window to Loki and his parents.
"I think you would be too… How many five-year-old’s do you have?"
"Three" she chuckled, "and the others are just as wild"
"I always forget how many you have," She admitted. "it’s always interesting to be reminded how many little ones you’ve got in your family."
"I think you would be too… How many five-year-old’s do you have?"
"Yeah, it’s Steve." He nodded and continued quickly, trying to cover his sniffles. "I have… Uh," he stopped to pull the cat out of his jacket. "I have this cat and they kind of have this rule against pets on campus but…" He held up the cat. "I couldn’t leave her."
"I just need help hiding her and I know I can trust you." He smiled hopefully, hugging the kitten to his chest again.
She blinked and looked at him, tilting her head more. When she heard him sound stuffy and like he had a cold, she furrowed her brows. Especially with what came out of his mouth next. “How you know you can trust me?” She asked, not realizing she was falling back into her broken English from school. “We did not talk.”
Natasha stepped closer though, and looked at his jacket. “I will help you, but you will do favor for me in return,” She stated. “It’s how it works.”
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age (if you’re comfortable!): 22
how old were you when you first started playing? I’m not entirely sure but I’ve been roleplaying about six years online so I’ll just say 16
OCs or canons? Both. Both is good.
females or males? Female.
favourite face claim: I don’t have one.
least favourite face claim: Again, don’t have one. But when people use well known FCs like Scarlett Johansson for OCs, I always think they’re Natasha blogs.
worst rp experience ever: I haven’t had many bad experiences on here. I Have some bad ones in chat rooms with godmodding, bullying, and just a whole lore of conflict
fluff, angst, or smut?: ALL THREE!
most overused FC: Uuuuummm….. No clue!
worst character you’ve ever played: I think I do well with all my characters. But hey. Everyone thinks they’re pretty good.
at what time of day is your writing the best? I don’t know that one either. I would think in the daytime. Not the bright morning, not the late evening… I”m tired.
are you anything like your muse? I would like to think so. Natasha’s a badass!
worst thing about RP (in general or on Tumblr): Whiney people, godmodders, Mary Sues, and pushy and exclusive RP groups.
To end on a good note — best thing about RP?: Meeting people and being creative.
When you want desperately to respond to your serious para stuff, but you’re too [stressed/writer-blocked/sick/depressed/etc/what-have-you] to come up with replies for anything more difficult than smutty/fluffy/light stuff.