#sanctuarymade

[analyticallymindedaa]

she's a ten but she's got a Thing for cowboys

"—"

"save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

send 'they're a 10 but...' and finish it in my muse's inbox. // accepting.

#she's such a dumbass with such a Thing for cowboys and i for one love that for her #look at that lil shit grin #i just think she deserves to kiss a cute cowboy that's all #(and why wouldn't she it's got all the things she's about. there's the arms and the voice and the competency? leave her alone) #this is dr. jemma simmons — please leave a message – ic answer. #sanctuarymade

[notladylikes]

he's glancing down at the wound in his shoulder with absolute disbelief, and there's a momentary look of 'oh shit' spread across rebekah's visage. she cringes at the sound that comes out of his mouth, one revealing the sheer amount of pain he was in.

"you SHOT me?!"

so maybe this wasn't the best idea.

"uh....oops?"

she says, trying to play it off like it wasn't intentional. ( okay, it wasn't entirely intentional. he was being kind of an ass. she doesn't do well with confrontation, let's be honest. ) she forces him into the front seat of her truck, grabbing paper towels and whatever else she can find to try and stop the wound from bleeding profusely. it was just a little knick in the shoulder, but the way blood seeped out one could swear it mimicked a headwound.

"to be fair," she says, starting to ramble at this point, a hint of fear swirling around in her belly. this could go bad very quickly if they don't get him some help. "you got in the way of my bullet. and y'know, i did manage to hit the guy on the second try. he's not goin' to put up much of a fight anymore." she says, shifting the rearview mirror to give @sanctuarymade a view of the freshly laid out corpse that's behind their vehicle.

"i mean, seriously. who let that fucker have a gun?"

she's applied pressure and is now climbing over him to get into the driver's seat, a quick shift and now the engine is roaring to life underneath the hood. "any hospital in particular you fancy? or are we in a 'get me somewhere as quick as you can' kinda situation? cause like. i can call somebody to come and get mr. gonzales back there."

#threads. rebekah mason west. #dyn. benji mitchell. #sanctuarymade #chaos reigns baby.

[aercanum]

∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them .  from benji, for eddie .   |   non - verbal prompts   |   @sanctuarymade​​

it’s arguably the kindest way benji could’ve shut him up, but eddie still very nearly flinches away when the man reaches for him.  any and all rambling stumbles to a stop, silenced by a broad, calloused palm.  his heart stutters over a beat in his chest, a momentary hiccup of panic, blood roaring in his ears, before he settles again when his body catches up with what his mind already knows.  (  benji’s safe.  )  of course, once he is settled, the urge to lick benji’s palm, cackle while he inevitably recoils, is a strong one. 

grabbing onto benji’s wrist, securing him in place to ensure maximum gross out, eddie surrenders to the urge, because he’s nothing if not a creature of impulse.  he’s quick to drop the pilfered wrist, to scoot back and away, nearly tipping backwards off the picnic table in his haste to escape potential retribution.  eddie rights himself with a dizzy giggle, bouncing to his feet.  “sorry the intricate art of forming a perfectly balanced party didn’t enthral you, man.”

#‹ eddie munson. ⌜ answered. ⌟ #eddie please #sanctuarymade

[coconvtfm]

@sanctuarymade liked this for a starter

fausto looked at his friend and then decided to just come out with it. "look, fine - fine! i admit it! i slept with your older brother. it's like five years ago. i did. i never told you because i didn't want to upset you." he explained and then winced, "but also with your younger sister a year ago. that i didn't tell you because then i really felt like a scumbag." he admitted and winced. "you can punch me if you need to, just avoid the nose?"

#sanctuarymade #fausto castiglione

[shieldretired]

@sanctuarymade ;; final destination sentence starters (still accepting) Seth said: "All I owe these people is to live my life to the fullest."

                             STEVE NODS. "Yeah, I get that." He doesn't know how he and his handyman started to talk about their military background – veterans will always recognize each other, he supposes – but they traded a few stories while installing the new, heavy-as-shit bathroom sink that Steve might have managed to lift with super-soldier strength but certainly not now. Currently, they're taking a break, sipping on the water bottles Steve got out of the fridge. "They don't get to live their lives anymore, so we have to do it for them." Because we couldn't save them hangs unsaid in the air. Steve didn't lose half his unit in the war — he only ever lost Bucky, but that has been terrible enough — but he's been a soldier in a terrible war and saw young men get torn to pieces regularly. He gets it, he really does. 

#sanctuarymade #★ ( v: post endgame )

[painscaled]

@sanctuarymade // plotted ; seth walker

VICTOR VALE does not have performance issues. He had Death chasing him in circles for several years ( and counting ) , brought powerful men to their knees , and spent weeks directing his companions to hack high grade systems to get information on this so called super soldier. He had not done all that and more to stand like an idiot in the middle of a quiet park on a Monday evening. Between the swings and jungle gym , he finds he can only stare at his target , shifting uncomfortably thinking about his next course of action. It was supposed to be easy — blast the man with a dose of intense pain until he lost consciousness , and shove him the trunk of his van. Kidnapping 101 , if he could say so himself.

Knuckles going white as he digs his nails into his own palms , he raises and drops his own pain receptors on the off chance that he has himself to blame. No problems there. So why the hell was this guy just ... there — no hints of pain or agony.

There’s no way for him to retreat now , not without looking suspicious. Victor can feel his control of the situation slipping like gossamer threads through his fingertips. It is only the static on his earpiece and the message of backup tracking him from a safe house that jolts him out of his thoughts. ‘GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS APPROACHING.’ Whether they’re here for their runaway soldier or a certain pain inducing villain is yet to be known. It’s a risk , Victor knows , but he will do what he does best  — every step he takes toward the ex-soldier feels like grasping tightly at those strings of control. 

Raising ever so slightly on the tip of his toes , to close the three inch gap between himself and the super solider , Victor whispers ( and he knows he can be heard , at least if the records are to be believed. ) — “ Those guys have been following you.” ( a half truth ) 

“I want to help.” ( a lie ) “ — I know an exit through the sewer grate from here ( a truth ) ”

#between bad and worse. ➤ ( ic ) #VERSE: VENGEFUL #sanctuarymade #I HOPE THIS IS OKAY!! #pls let me know if you need me to change anything

[boundwrit]

@sanctuarymade​ said  :   “no one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”     [   benji   ]       /    physical contact starters .

a laugh stumbles its way out of her as she adjusts her shirt, and lacey squeezes his hips with her knees, flashing him a smile.  “ their loss, darlin’. ”  it’s been a long damn time since she’s kissed someone like that. she’s not even sure she can remember the last time… isn’t sure she wants to, come to think of it. the smile almost slips off her lips, but now certainly isn’t the time to get maudlin about things like that. not when she’s still buzzing with something that’s not quite adrenaline, her fingers and toes tingling with the feeling, and her hair’s in delightful disarray --- she pauses to blow a wayward strand out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear.  “ they’re missin’ out. ”  feeling… off-kilter, like she’s stuck on a tilt-a-whirl, like that had thrown her right back to the days of leland maye’s backseat and frantic fumbles behind the bleachers, and lacey’s more than happy to ride that giddy wave for as long as she can.

leaning back on her hands, fingers curled around the edge of the bar, she studies her latest dance partner with with a narrow-eyed scrutiny, even as her thousand megawatt grin never dims. he’s a skittish one, something his height and… broadness... and… general size belies, and she’s had to adjust her approach ever so slightly more than once, had even almost scared him off with a ill-advised, tipsy joke gone wrong. but if this is the end result… the work’s been worth it, she has to admit. not that she ever really had a doubt. the trick’ll be keeping a man who kisses like that on the hook. she figures it shouldn’t be too hard, given the way he’s looking at her right about now.  “ not for nothin’... ”  her hands find his shoulders and lacey uses him as leverage to haul herself up until she’s flush against him, arms draped over his shoulders and legs locked around his waist.  “ but the last man who looked at me like that… I got laid. ”

#sanctuarymade #sanctuarymade: benji mitchell. #‹ you’ve got mail. ⌜ answered ask: lacey buckner. ⌟ #she exhausts me

[troubldtwnarchive]

@sanctuarymade​ said  :   “ if it makes you feel any better, I never thought you had any authority. ”     [   jake   ]       /    i can’t with duke crocker .

“ I’ll show you exactly how much authority I’ve got when we get home. ”  clearly, he must be spending too much time with jake, because nathan’s sure six months ago he would’ve been scandalised with himself for that little remark. as it is, now all he does is take a pointed sip of his coffee --- lukewarm, because jake’s thoughtful like that --- and listen to parker choke on the bite of doughnut she’d just taken as she attempts to laugh around it. she doesn’t call him out for what a corny line that had actually been, just snickers a bit to herself once she’s managed to clear her airway, so nathan’s guessing he’d at least done something right in the execution.  “ but, shockingly, that doesn’t actually make me feel better, thank you, jacob. ”

#sanctuarymade #sanctuarymade: jake sullivan. #‹ you’ve got mail. ⌜ answered ask: nathan wuornos. ⌟

[eiiidetica]

“ what  the  hell  does  that  mean ? ” (from benji, maybe?)

"benji?" she shook her head once, "we don't have time for me to explain."

#sanctuarymade

[lovcdandlostold]

#nora o'connell – ft. jake sullivan. #sanctuarymade #sanctuarymade: jake #she's so fuckin tired #she loves her husband #submission

[storyofwhoiam]

@sanctuarymade​ liked for a one liner

“Mr Sullivan,” Amina smiled, “fancy seeing you here; to what do we owe the pleasure?”

#m: amina #sanctuarymade #sanctuarymade: jake

[analyticallymindedaa]

i have a lot of updates to make like updating my muse list and cleaning up pages and all that shit but if anyone wants to see the shitposts that will be on my multi

#several bad puns later – out of character. #my carrd is at least mostly-ish up to date? #it's still missing a lot of muse info but at least it's like. got their names and very basics? #shhh i'm gonna work on it more later + try to actually get jemma's done now that i know how to do carrd more lmao #tbd #i'm going to bed now this isn't what i planned on doing but it's where we are tonight lmaooo #a lot of my muses are interconnected w each other tho and a lot on them are on this blog #(the ones that i write at least cricket/sanctuarymade writes the others)

[notladylikes]

she's been feeling rather awful lately, run down and completely out of good spirits. the blonde blows her nose on a piece of kleenex she managed to swipe before her two year old would seemingly destroy the entire box. having the sniffles with a child who likes to tear things apart is not the easiest of tasks.

but alas, when @sanctuarymade comes over, there is a light in her eyes that was not there before. maybe it was due to going a little stir crazy with only having a toddler to talk to ( and vivian wasn't the best conversationalist ), or she was just realizing how much she missed and enjoyed his company. victoria goes in for a hug, thankful the contagious stage of whatever illness she'd managed to acquire, probably thanks to the kids at her daughter's daycare, was mostly over and done with.

wyatt speaks, and the words are music to her ears. "since you missed the concert ,  i thought we could have one of our own." she's glancing up at him with wide set eyes, excitement brimming just beneath the surface.

"y'mean you'd go to that trouble for me?"

she says, releasing him from the bear hug she'd forced him into, taking a step back to allow him further entry into her home.

"cause you know i'd absolutely be down to do a lil' something with you at any point in the near future."

#threads. victoria grace delsin. #dyn. wyatt jessup. #sanctuarymade #!!! #them putting on a concert in her living room? #my heart it's full

[aercanum]

∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick .  from ford, for eddie .    |   non - verbal prompts   |   @sanctuarymade​

​​“i’m telln’ you, man.  i’m fine.” 

he’s not fine.  he is very much not-fine.  slumped over the bar at kincaid’s, practically drenched in sweat, shoulders shaking as he’s racked with chills... eddie’s had better nights.  but he refuses to surrender to his traitorous body’s pleas for rest --- he’s got a campaign to plan and he’ll be damned if he bitches out now.  now, if the words on the pages of his notebook would stop swimming around like that...

there are hands on him.  pushing his fringe, plastered to his forehead with tacky sweat, back to feel the clammy skin.  resting between his shoulder blades to stop him from swaying backwards.  eddie wrinkles his nose when someone lifts a cup to his mouth, bumps it against his bottom lip and keeps it there until he drinks.  the water goes down fresh and cool, soothes his parched throat,  but he lifts a hand to swat at it when the cup comes back into his line of sight.  “said m’fine, wayne.”  that... doesn’t sound quite right.  he is at home, isn’t he?  no one else would be administering such tender care, would they?  a chuckle, a not quite, kid.  eddie huffs.  “not a kid, old man.”

(  things get a little blurry after that, his vision flickering around the edges like an old reel of film, and he wakes up the next morning with no memory of how he climbed the stairs to ford’s apartment. )

#‹ eddie munson. ⌜ answered. ⌟ #sanctuarymade

[analyticallymindedold]

@sanctuarymade​ sent: 🍻 + “ is there someone you have a crush on ?”  from jake (when they're smol) / drunken confessions / accepting.

jemma will later blame the warmth that climbs up her cheeks on the alcohol running through her system, on the several beers she’s had by this point. all the same, though, she can’t help the giggle that bubbles past her lips. they’ve slipped into one of their hiding spots on the sullivan property -- this one being one of the haylofts in a barn on the end of the property furthest from the house -- and jake’s gotten the alcohol and she’s leaning against him and she’s content. she’s not worrying about going back to oxford, about all of the work on her dissertations she has left to do, she’s happy to just stay here in this moment. jake’s always been good at creating that peace within her.

dark brown eyes look up at the golden-haired boy that’s been her best friend for most of her life, a different kind of warmth in her gaze before forcing an eyeroll.   “jake. i am a teenage girl. of course i have a crush on someone.”

she looks back down before he gets that unbearably adorable offended look and she breaks and tells him it’s you, you moron. instead she settles back against him, murmuring again, “‘course i’ve got a crush on someone… don’t really matter though, since he don’t like me back that way.”

#sanctuarymade #sanctuarymade: jake #hardly an ugly duckling – young. #this is dr. jemma simmons — please leave a message – ic answer.

[fiendish-insanity-in-the-written]

QUIZ TAKEN FOR: CLARE ARCHER

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RESULT :

Vampire

'You have locked yourself in from the sun, too afraid to face the light... too afraid of what it may illuminate about yourself.'

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