This is an independent RP blog of an OC character, that I have been working on for some time now. 
I’m laughing pretty hard too. These usually aren’t as much as they have been today!
So, I’ve been feeling more like RPing in Skype lately. I keep looking at my drafts like:
Maybe it’s cause I’m a bit stressed because I volunteered myself for a very last minute wedding that it tomorrow night….
Plus I have some great RPs going with notgoodenoughforodin and brokenprinceofasgard.
If you’d like my Skype; just message me!
Sorry to those of you who are waiting for my replies! I love you all!
As for the Sadist… Any man who referred to his bedroom skills as poisoned honey wasn’t likely to be tamed or controlled unless he chose to be.
Cup-hilt Rapier
- Dated: circa 1650–75
- Culture: Italian, probably Naples
- Medium: Steel, pierced and chiseled; iron wire; wood
- Measurements: Length of quillon 11 3/4 in. ( 29.85 cm) Length of blade 40 1/8 in. ( 101.9 cm) Length overall 47 1/2 in. ( 120.65 cm) Gr. width of blade 0 11/16 in. ( 1.73 cm) Gr. thickness of blade 0 3/8 in. ( 0.94 cm) Weight 2 lb. 1 oz. ( 936 gm) Hardness of blade 60-65
There’s an inscription on both sides of ricasso. On blade in groove there’s written “xx IOHANIS x BONGEN xx” while the other side features “xx IHN xx SOLINGEN xx.”
THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING I HAVE EVER SEEN *wheeze*
I just want to take a second to point out that when he says “Now give us a kiss” he literally looks like he’s saying his final goodbye to Thor and it kills him inside that Thor doesn’t know that this is Loki’s final goodbye but then it ends up not being the final goodbye Loki thought it would be and then shit happens and I forgot where I was going with this but I gave myself feels
She thanked the waiter with a smile and turned back to the soldier. “I’ve meet Bucky and spoken to him a few times. I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting or speaking to the Russian.” She felt that she was not missing out on anything there.
She waved her hand, “There is no need to apologize for them. I have every intention of speaking with Bucky at some point myself.” Did she say talking? Hmm… that was a nice thing for her to say. Maybe she would simply talk with him.
She took a sip of her water before continuing. “I take it that you object to this?” she asked, wondering just what the intent had been for this little outing.
He almost let a chuckle slip out at the emotion reflected in her voice when she spoke of Yasha. He wondered how the Russian would react to her. Probably trying to flirt and get her into bed, like he did with most women.
Winter pointedly ignored the feelings that thought evoked in him.
“Not object.” he disagreed slowly, “I’m just…” he sighed a bit, “I don’t like feeling weak…and you make me feel weak…” he offered, knowing that didn’t help clear things up. But he didn’t really know how to put his feelings into words.
She bit her lip and nodded slowly. She wasn’t certain what that meant, however, she was glad to know that he didn’t completely hate that she was here.
“I’m sorry that I make you feel uncomfortable,” she said the words quietly before taking a sip of her water.
She took a deep breath and continued. “I’m not sure if I should stay or not…..I wouldn’t want to push you into anything that you didn’t want to do…” she glanced away, not sure if she was ready for the answer.
