#illwriteatragedy

[tahitiwoke]

CHARACTER FOCUS  →  ROMAN. / feat. @illwriteatragedy

trained from a young age by phil, roman became an adopted son to him over the years; roman is by far one of phil's major motivating factors, something maria capitalised on in order to get phil to agree to take the director's job. phil has tampered with evidence, altered covert government files, essentially hidden roman from the governments over view in the hopes that it would offer him a clean slate if he chose to leave shield. as someone who grew up with a father who did not want him there, when roman came into his life, he had no clue what to do or how to interact with him. he treated him much more like an adult than he should have, but as the years went on, phil grew into being the father he should have been from the beginning. there is no one more important to him and nothing he would not do for his son -- even if roman doesn't want him to in the first place.

#illwriteatragedy #ROMAN. #MY SON WAS A HARDWORKING MAN. #CHARACTER FOCUS. #I PLAY THE MAN I AM. #love u enjoy ur hangover xoxo

[brutlist]

     𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 , 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 . if he hadn’t needed to twist back towards his toolbox , he might’ve not known he’d been there at all .     “     ---     roman .     “     the boy pours in like a heavy fog , sometimes . you put your eyes to one thing , and then , just somehow settled in . heugh removes the bit , places it back in the drawer with a metallic mutter once he’s pushing it shut .     “     was just gonna call and see if you wanted any of the tamales the valasquez’s left me . think that woman’s starting to like you two .     “

@illwriteatragedy​ // sc

#illwriteatragedy #illwriteatragedy . 009 #ah shit here we go again

[mknbrd]

‘are you okay in there?’

natasha tells her the kid is someone akin to phil's son, and bobbi finds herself in the bathroom wiping the puke off of her face. there are things she will not talk about, now — not that the whole thing was built off of her bare-bones schematics, not that she hasn't slept in three days, not that they should technically be in prison for doing a black market neurosurgery. there is a price to pay here, and she will pay it, because no matter how much she's been put through in this situation, everyone around her's got it just about ten times worse.

so yes, she gives herself her ninety seconds of behind a closed door weakness, and then the kid asks are you okay in there ? and bobbi pulls it back together as fast as she'd fallen apart. now is not her time. she flushes the toilet, wipes her face, stares at the sunken eyes watching her back in the mirror, and then shuts the water off.

" yeah, " bobbi says as she opens the door, pieces of her psyche roughly pushed back into place and held together with duct tape and hope. " why wouldn't i be ? "

#emetophobia / #illwriteatragedy #WE'RE ALL GONNA HAVE A GREAT TIME --

[utilgitt]

@illwriteatragedy

"honey, you're thinking too hard. i can see smoke coming off the top of your head."

#illwriteatragedy #illwriteatragedy roman 01 #threads

[exspiritment]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 .

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟷    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

NAME  :   spirit harris

EYE COLOR  :    hazely, greeny.

HAIR STYLE  /  COLOR  :    naturally ginger. dyed bleach blonde. self-cut into shaggy layers and bangs.

HEIGHT  :    5'5".

CLOTHING STYLE  :   she's either in clubbing dresses (black silk slips, velvet rompers) or pajamas (sweat shorts and hoodies/crewnecks, men's button-ups, etc)

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE  :    idfk? nose, smile.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟸    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

FEARS  :   abandonment/rejection, confinement

GUILTY PLEASURE  :   worth nothing she doesn't feel guilt easily. that said, sexting with someone she shouldn't.

BIGGEST PET PEEVE  :   being underestimated or misunderstood, especially in a business scenario.

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE  :    she wants to survive living a pretty simple existence. don't get caught, i guess.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟹    :    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP  :  "head hurt"

THEY THINK ABOUT MOST  :    a small white room.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED  :   if she's not getting laid — why she went to bed alone.

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS  :  her charm.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟺    :    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES  :    single dates. she wants to be the center of attention so bad.

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED  :    loved.

BEAUTY OR BRAINS  :    beauty.

DOGS OR CATS  :   cats, but they're on thin ice

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟻    :    𝐃𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE  :   all day every day.

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES  :   ehhhhhhh???

BELIEVE IN LOVE  :   not the way you and i do. her conception of relationships and what she wants/deserves is so, so twisted.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟼    :    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE  :   no. that would be an interesting scenario, actually.

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN  :   not when she was younger, but certainly nowadays.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟽    :    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVORITE COLOR  :    black.

FAVORITE ANIMAL  :   rabbits.

FAVORITE BOOK  :   can't read like that.

FAVORITE GAME  :  png.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟾    :    𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE  :   12/23

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE  :    25

TAGGED BY:  @hammurabicomplex / @crimewriter TAGGING: @diicktective @illwriteatragedy @tahitiwoke @ruinaa @natophonetic for trevor @jupiter3 for emily @d1c4af for vanya @feralego for pippa

#study.

[queensupe]

@illwriteatragedy​​ gets two idiots stuck in an elevator

she’s  tucked  up  into  the  corner,  the  golds  of  her  armor  mixing    &  REBOUNDING  off  the  reflective  surface  behind  her.    her  floor  is  a  lit  circle  on  the  wall  when  he  presses  his  own  several  beneath  it.    the  ascent  only  whirs  for  a  few  halting  seconds  before  something  shifts    &    judders  to  a  grinding  stall.    they  hang  for  a  moment,  long  enough  to  understand  that  they’re  trapped.    

❛    -----    this  is  the  kind  of  shit  that  only  happens  in  MOVIES,  right?    ❜    maeve’s  laugh  is  a  bitter  rinse,  both  arms  stacking  back  across  the  crimson-gilded  swirl  of  her  breastplate.    

#illwriteatragedy #( & verse: the seven [ main ] ) #love me noel

[buckytm]

@illwriteatragedy​ said: 🔪  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  kills  to  protect  your  muse.

EMOJI MEME STARTERS

❛   ----- no! ❜  it happens before he can stop it, a candle snuffed out in the blink of an eye. his arm outstretched, fingers curling to grab something, anything to stop it.  

( what have you done? ) 

his stomach plummets out of his rib cage, heartbeat raging against it. james rushes forward after the gunshot crack fills the room.  he looks at up at yuri, standing there, back down at the red spilling out everywhere, the lips turning blue. 

there’s too much blood, everywhere, warm & wet against his knees on the floor. when he touches his fingertips to the man’s neck he already knows that they’ll find nothing, just quiet, just the last lingering moments of a life.  

❛ it’s okay,  ❜  he says dully, even though no one has asked.  he doesn’t have to look to know that this was done with his gun, that he is a weapon who has now honed another weapon.  swallowing sticks in his throat. 

( how will he tell natasha? )

❛  it’s okay, ❜ james repeats; he turns his attention to his son.  he starts to raise a hand, stops when he sees it slick, crimson.  ❛  --- tell me you’re all right.  ❜

#illwriteatragedy #( & verse: the price of love ) #character death cw #death cw #thanks for this one I hate everything

[amelorates]

❔

multimuse ask meme!

mirian. pals! she can babysit. it will be chaos, she won’t be good at it, but it will make her heart very happy

mars. just beat him up

#illwriteatragedy #ooc. #GKSJLHDGKJDHGK #i also think roman and gale would get along idk

[soulmissed]

@illwriteatragedy​​​​​

august idles outside the kitchen, nose buried in his bear’s fur, dragging his socked feet. he contemplates bolting back to bed and hiding under his covers ‘til sunlight pours into the room. (can’t run for help every time fear makes itself a home inside his heart. i can be brave. i don’t need help.) 

as usual, lightning quick fear overpowers backwards courage. 

poking his head into the kitchen: “ roman? ” voice hardly above a whisper. “ i, um. had a bad dream. ” a look of apology fills his worried face. it’s late. much too late to be anywhere but his bed.   

#illwriteatragedy #story of a boy. #i'm doin starters @ a snail's pace but yooo

[tahitiwoke]

five times kissed bc i didnt send it to you but i suppose its my time to be hurt

ONE | HE WAS A GIANT.

" it's all the in the back swing, slugger, " phil says with a laugh, readjusting roman's grip on the sammy sosa wooden bat - it's pint size, one he had to get at a walmart because the ones he had at home were practically the size of roman himself. the boy pulls his arms back and tries for a practice swing, one-two-three times, and with a fresh determination, adjusts the yankees cap phil had pushed onto his head before they got to the cages.

like this? " yeah, just like that. come on, now, chin up. focus and don't dare look away, 'cause that's what gets you -- taking your eye off the ball. " from the other side of the batting cage, carol whoops and shouts go roman! and shoots phil a wink. he's a good kid they tell each other at night when he's gone to bed. he's a good kid with a good head on his shoulders and he's got a hell of a life stretching out in front of him.

there's a long break before the next ball flies out the ejector and a longer pause between the shunk of the piston, and the crack of roman's bat finding leather. naturally, phil goes wild. " that's what i'm talking about! " they applaud obnoxiously and phil kisses the top of his head, ruffling his hair.

TWO | WICHITA LINEMAN.

things go wrong. it is the nature of the beast, it is what happens to people like them in this job and maria tells him this was always going to be the risk, that if anything were to go wrong, it may as well be now when nobody is in too deep. are you in too deep? i heard he's living with you. but phil knows now what he didn't before: he can't live without roman.

when maria mentions transferring roman into someone else's caseload, he grabs her wrist, keeps his voice low so as not to wake the sleeping boy in the hospital bed that looks so obscenely large next to his tiny frame. if you take him away from me, i'll burn your fucking house to the ground. he's my boy. the pause had been volatile. had been hard to process, for both of them, but when he let go, she had nodded. okay, she had said with an oddly proud look on her face, okay. get some sleep, coulson, you look like shit.

he waits until she's gone before he turns back and kisses roman's forehead, careful not to jostle any of the wires attached to him; when he sinks back into the too-small, shitty uncomfortable plastic chair, he opens a book and starts to read.

THREE | EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME.

she's not coming back, is she? roman stands in the threshold of the bedroom doorway, looking into the dim light cast by the bedside light; phil is awake with a report scattered over the duvet - not a usual move, but the living room still has a lot of boxes from the move, both his things and roman's - so needs must. he looks over at roman, over his glasses. he's always been a precocious kid. he's always been a good kid -- thirteen years old and already half a man.

a sigh pushes out between them, phil rubbing at the frown cutting into his own forehead. " no, slugger. she's not. " there must be some sort of sadness, some heaviness that he has not managed to cover quick enough because roman pads into the room then, in his pyjamas that look a little smaller than they did last week. (they'll go shopping tomorrow. he'll get him new clothes, and they'll have ice cream and he'll say to the waiter my son was wondering if you had the chocolate milkshakes again?) it is careful the way he puts his hand on phil's shoulder, but in a strange moment, he's almost the caretaker -- roman leans over and presses a kiss to phil's forehead. it's okay, dad.

FOUR | COURAGE, MY BOY.

jess watches the young man on the edge of the wellwishers carefully; he's hung far enough back, stood beside a red-head she doesn't recognise, that it shouldn't really draw her attention as much as it does, but the utterly devastated look on his face catches her breath. it's a deep sorrow - the kind she feels herself, in some small way. her brother was not the most forthcoming person. never mentioned friends or girlfriends -- or boyfriends? no, it doesn't seem the grief of a lover. it looks... christ, it looks like the grief of a son.

(that makes her baulk, makes her immediately dismiss the idea. because phil would have told her, surely, and their mother if he had a son. he would have mentioned it.)

somebody presses a folded flag into her mother's hands and says we thank your brother for his dedication to his country -- fucking steve rogers shakes her hand when he says it. she does not know what phil did for a living but it seems overwhelmingly important with the sad, sorrow filled face of captain america staring over at the white stone marker. the boy she'd been watching - twenty-ish maybe, she thinks - steps up to that marker after the priest disappears kisses his fingertips, pressing them lightly against the front, just above the words chiselled into it.

PHILLIP J. COULSON. FRIEND, BROTHER, SON. THE RIGHTEOUS SHALL GO INTO ETERNAL LIFE.

FIVE | ONE SMALL VICTORY.

phil is running a little late -- he doesn't mean to be and he texts roman to say he's on his way as soon as he leaves the office, apologises for the delay and that dinner is his treat. that he cannot wait to meet the mystery girl. he's so eager, in fact, to get into the restaurant that he even tosses the keys to the valet with a cheerful don't scratch it, chief and takes the steps two at a time upstairs to where the hostess had told him they've been seated.

the girl is facing away from him and carol forces a smile when he walks in, but roman stands. roman stands and hugs him and phil kisses his temple, " hey, slugger, sorry i'm late, i had a nightmare at the office -- "

phil turns then, to greet the girl and say hello and has his mouth open to introduce himself but -- he knows the face. he knows the exact shade and shape of the girl in front of him and she looks equally thrown off, looks slightly nauseas when roman says josephine, this is my dad, phil.

#whats good mf #V || MY HEART IS A VALLEY ( SHALLOW & MAN MADE ) #MY SON WAS A HARDWORKING MAN. #ROMAN. #illwriteatragedy

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     𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 , 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝 . he lets there reside a lull in their in between     ---     they both need it . that loaded silence . heugh wipes off a finger , two , with a dish towel dense and dark .     “     ---     i’m sorry you had to see that , roman .     “ 

@illwriteatragedy​ // sc

#illwriteatragedy #illwriteatragedy . 008

[quantumstarpaths]

@illwriteatragedy​ said: 7, 8, 9, 10

A PEEK AT WHAT’S INSIDE THEIR...

07.     medicine cabinet.

the regular, bandages, disinfectant, it’s well stocked, as a side effect of having a doctor for a partner. there isn’t anything too out of the ordinary, aside from whatever middle aged man things he/hugh may be on in modern. 

08.     wallet.

-money. not much, but some emergency funds. a $20, or something.  -cards it’s very spartan, nothing too much. probably not a picture, or a small one if so. it’s not really something very important to him, not really customized. 

09.     “junk” drawer.

paul...tries to be very neat. he doesn’t keep around a lot of what could be considered ‘junk’, and if he does it’s somewhere else, in a specific spot. things not being in their spots make him antsy. 

10.     pantry.

nothing terribly out of the ordinary. tea of various types (his favorite is green), hugh’s coffee, cereal, rice, etc. average.

#illwriteatragedy #* ANSWERED. #* HEADCANON.

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     "     𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 . how’d you get yourself a nice gal like that ??     “     ah ,  a tease of course , the crow’s feet crimping at an eye says as much as jacob heugh takes a moment to refill roman’s glass .     “     she what’s calmed you down so much ??     “ 

@illwriteatragedy​ // sc

#illwriteatragedy #illwriteatragedy . 001 #jacob heugh is climbing up into those years where he just likes to hear people younger than him talk about how in love they are #its so wholesome and ah #ahh

[wristful]

@withlwolves​ for roman 

    i’m not a fucking dead beat is the first thing waiting in the back of a mouth bleeding; cankersores line the inside of a cheek, the aftermath of a bad bite, and the wash of black coffee stings every one of them. fucking ridley. he’d laughed when willow said it but a few days to ruminate and it sits uneasy. the diner rustles around him and when roman enters, stevie bangs his knee against the underside of the table in his rush to get up and hug his uncle hello. 

        ‘  didn’t think you’d come.  ‘

#illwriteatragedy #withlwolves #V || I JUST DON'T CARE THAT MUCH.

[knxckhisassout]

i would just want the simple life. /from roman

     they’re laid out on the roof of her building, staring up at the sky. the lights of the city wash out most of the stars. carol tries to point out a few that she can make out and roman nods along. they’re up there for a while, talking some but mostly just watching the sky, when there’s a little streak of light. more than likely, it’s a plane or a satellite, or any number of man-made things. but carol gasps excitedly and nudges his shoulder, pointing out the shooting star. 

                    ‘ you have to make a wish. ’

     he goes quiet for a minute. taking the task seriously, as he does most things. when he finally answers, it’s very matter of fact. no wistful sigh, no dramatic hand gestures. just...the simple life. it tugs at her chest. she knows his life has been anything but simple so far, and it wasn’t on track to change anytime soon. not for the first time, she wonders whether he’s really better off here. but it’s not her place to weigh in on things like that, so she doesn’t. just reaches across the concrete to link her pinky with his. 

         ‘ that’s a good wish. makes my limitless waffles wish look like chump change. ’

#withlwolves #illwriteatragedy #v: big damn heroes (ain't we just)

[withlwolvesarchive]

like for a starter from roman !

#typically at #illwriteatragedy #but per my convenience im moving him here for now #STARTER CALL. #ooc