#shieldied

[thirt13n]

the lighting in their motel room is passable at best ---------- a scattered few lamps that look better suited for a 1970’s era sitcom than they do a rentable room in the present and a lack of a mirror has lead her to make a beeline for the bathroom upon their return, the door slamming shut behind her in a not - so - subtle suggestion that he should give her a wide berth for a little while. or at least until she’s gotten herself halfway cleaned up and passably presentable.

the combination of those requirements have resulted in her perched on top of the bathroom vanity with her med kit laid out in front of her, and a leg draped across the sink as she leans into the warm white light of three sixty watt bulbs to fully assess the damage done. the cut along her cheek is superficial, at least -------- it’ll make for an easier wound to tend at the end of all this, meaning she can focus both her attention ( and the folded and wetted hand towel she’s wrecking ) on the split above her eyebrow. she had never had the intention on being there on the ground with him; their initial agreement being that she would serve as his sentry while he got in and out, but plans as they so often do, end up changing at the very last minute.

she doesn’t hear the door open; completely missing the click of the lock releasing as it gets drowned out by one of her low and intermittent rounds of ‘fuck’s as fingertips attempt to blot and wipe without making it worse. ( the saline certainly doesn’t feel great, but it’s better than the alternative. ) and when previous attempts to pull her attention fail, @shieldied makes sure his “you better let me help you with that,” comes in crystal - clear between her commentary on her situation, and it’s only then she registers his reflection behind her in the mirror.

“it's okay, i’ve almost got the bleeding to stop,” her mirrored eyes shift in his direction and soften slightly, but nothing else seems to want to move or acquiesce to his suggestion. “and i’ve stitched myself up in smaller places with way shittier lighting.”

#shieldied #ic » plaintext ; answered. #verse » marvel. #arc » re : shieldied. #me??? jumping right into the angst /and/ injured share piles?? #/never/ #they both deflect way too much i want to shake them #blood mention cw #timed drop » queue.

[doctordonovan]

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

it’s hardly the best of places to walk alone, yet there are few places where such an hour comes tenderly or without threat. dawn is still hours away from slicing through heavy city darkness && sunset has long since been washed from waking memories, too urban of a space for the stars to manage more than occasional and weak flickers. maeve is far from naive when it comes to the ways of the world, of the dangers held amongst constant noise…

yet her work, too often, requires the privacy daylight can never offer. still it’s a good thing the cold has never affected her too badly - jacket a little too thin for standing still, bright brown eyes stuck on something in the distance even as slightest of noises alerts her to no longer being alone. ❝ careful, @shieldied. ❞ somehow scientist has no need to properly turn to know exactly whose steps seem to echo. ❝ you’ll scare the poor fox. ❞

#shieldied #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // answered asks #𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗟: // heroism all around us #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I need to message you to plot!! #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // but super excited for maeve to interact with steve

[consumare]

one thing that really stands out for me is how you capture hannibal's voice. he has such specific mannerisms and a unique way of speaking that comes across so clearly in your writing. i'm always in awe

what is something about my portrayal[s] that sticks out?

this makes me SO HAPPY to hear. honestly, writing h.annibal has been so fun for me and the fact that it actually sounds like him just makes me so !!!! so thank you <3

#shieldied

[angerworn]

------@shieldied: ❛  nobody’s  getting  hurt  on  my  watch .  ❜ (here.)

------" SOME OF US can't afford to have that mindset , handsome . " fingers curled around her drink , gaze stuck on the rim of the beer bottle as if the answer to some unknown mystery were unfolding right before her . she'd spent a lifetime twisting herself inside - out , more than that , making herself into something unrecognizable . she could see the reflection of the little girl she'd trapped in her heart a long time ago - wrapped in iron and thorns , when she peered into the mirror but when she blinked that girl was gone .

once upon a time she would have agreed with him . she couldn't work that logic now .

" i've seen too many of the things that go bump in the night to believe that people can be saved by good intentions . " best - laid plans and all that . morgan pressed her lips into a thin line and exhaled the breath she hadn't been aware she was holding . " but if you can keep that up ... keep yourself intact while you really ... really keep people safe , then do it . i mean , i'm not trying to rain on your parade . "

and really , she wasn't .

" you be the good guy ... i'll be whatever else the world needs . "

#「 speech 」 — ❛ love would have conquered hate٬ hate٬ hate. ❜ #「 verse 」 — ❛ main٬ our temple & your tomb. ❜ #shieldied #shieldied 1 #idk what this is i just wanted a starting point #if it doesn't work lmk #she was feeling lethargic ig?

[nursc]

@shieldied asked [ 𝐥𝐢𝐞 ] : receiver is trying to convince sender they're feeling fine.

perched on the counter, long legs swinging back and forth, a cup of tea precariously balanced on her lap, christine makes a disbelieving noise at the back of her throat. just for emphasis, she repeats it, slightly louder this time, so ‘mister i’m fine. stop worrying’, has no excuse to pretend he didn’t hear it.

it’s not the worst lie she’s ever caught. no, he has some experience with it, she thinks. the way he holds her gaze, body standing up straight, with just a touch of looseness around the hip, so she can’t accuse him of holding back the pain; it’s such a perfect replication of someone who is feeling fine that it catches her eye.

lying to a nurse. these fools really thought they were the second coming of meryl streep.

❛⠀⠀i see. you are fine. so you won’t mind helping me around the house. i got some wobbly shelves behind you. ⠀ ❜

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : a little assortment of angsty and hurt/comfort action prompts for rp purposes.

#shieldied #˗ˏˋ ― don't thank me. ， 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜. ´ˎ˗ #christine: don't test me i have 15 things around this house that need fixing

[eatenlives]

STEVE ROGERS: YOU SEEMED LIKE YOU NEEDED TO TALK. 'really? and here i thought i was hiding my feelings so well,' charlie tries to keep her tvoice light and airy, but fails in her undertone. she can't meet steve's eyes, can't look at him and try to pretend she's okay like she always does. he didn't deserve to be lied to like that, not when he was trying so hard to help. hands clamp together, fingers intertwining to fend off the tremor that never seems to cease. 'not sure if i can talk,' charlie finally responds honestly, glancing at steve from the corner of chestnut eyes before they fall back to the ground. 'how would you feel about sitting in comfortable silence?' @shieldied.

#shieldied #CHARLIE. #ANSWERED.

[yes7erdays-a1]

is that what we're doing here today?

❛⠀⠀do you have a problem? ⠀ ❜ ⠀ sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by colorful bits of paper, candy, and terrible poetry she painstakingly wrote in swirling cursive, clara was determined to bring a little bit of home to this holiday season.

besides, steve was the one who asked for help. it seemed only right he help her make the crackers. her plans for the day included sipping hot cocoa with gaskell for company. the least he could go to thank her for her sacrifice was get some paper cuts with her. ⠀ ❛⠀⠀’cause if you changed your mind about helping the kids in the orphanage, i got a great book recommendation for you. ⠀ ❜

MISCELLANEOUS PROMPTS

#answered. #shieldied #clara: do i need to break out christmas carol?

[frser]

' we miss people as simple as that ' the fire plays upon features as the shadows from the woods around them are made evident. there's a chill within the autumn air , jamie has learned that these nights only call for the kind of restlessness that seeped into bones , and would come with the gentle ache of nostalgia. war , it does things to people - changes them in ways that one cannot fully comprehend.

' i never thought man was built for war ' words uttered in a hushed manner though ? he does not mean to cause offense , ' perhaps our honor and loyalty are too well plucked upon ' chin averting upwards as he looks at the sky above them. ' we've lived ten lifetimes '

in the shadows he sees the outlines of his men , the hold upon his heart tightens. ghosts are memories that are not to be forgotten pieces of ourselves that are in others. jamie has always believed as such. ' nights i find can be the most challenging ' / s. @shieldied

#shieldied #. verse / unknown #whoops jamie just getting deep #i didn't know where to place this so i placed this in our own verse #use charlie icons from his king arthur film :)) #or make him king arthur #jamie will gladly be by his side :))))

[venturousheart]

What made you pick up this character?

Canon questionnaire

For me it was the swell of mystery around Clara. It was 10 years back so I can't quite remember but I think I picked her up before Name of the Doctor aired (it was on Twitter and now that account doesn't exist any more so I can't be 100%). Clara had so much mystery and so much potential and I did actually like her. She just seemed like so much fun and she still is so fun to write, even though she has changed and I have changed her so much over the years!

#shieldied #ooc (( feegle's rambles ))

[thirt13n]

the warmth of the day still lingers in the roof's concrete even as the sun is on it's way down behind the city's skyline, what was initially meant to be a brief bit of recon ( brief by their standards, anyway ) threatening to keep the pair of them here long into the night. it's @shieldied's turn on the binoculars ( his vision unquestionably better than hers in that time in between blue hour and true twilight ) while she takes the opportunity to soak up some of that residual warmth sitting gingerly on gravel with her back against the ledge --------- even if it makes her feel a bit like a turtle sunning itself on a rock.

the pair are silent save for the rustling coming from the black duffle bag zipped open beside her extended legs, the intention being ( at least initially ) to locate a matching pair for herself; one with infrared to help make up some of the difference between her eyes and his. but something else she comes across becomes slightly more important than joining him in staring at a set of yet - to - open doors.

"babe look, just in case this went late, i planned ahead," she pauses her rummaging after a few moments, triumphantly producing two large zip - loc bags with a grin that manages to cut through the dying light ------- one bag full of red licorice, and the other a well - intentioned attempt at trail mix that feels more like she raided the minibar back in their room with zero discretion. "i made us dinner."

🤍starter call.

#shieldied #verse » marvel. #arc » re : shieldied. #rowan look its actually short #i actually did something short for them #there was a soft vs. angst debate for 2 seconds and i resisted #im just going to keep shoveling steveshare fluff at you soz #they really are the 'every mission is a date' couple

[doctordonovan]

[ NOT ALONE ] : during a moment of intense distress for the sender, they wordlessly reaches out and takes receiver's hand, both as a gesture of gratitude for being with them, and a gesture of self-comfort.

there's no need to announce her presence:   there never truly is.  as quiet as she is  -   footsteps coming with a dancer's gentleness,  unimposing as ever  -   maeve has no doubt he's aware of her even before door shuts behind her,  clicking unceremoniously.  her presence is a statement in itself after all.  a wordless,   careful,   offer if he so wishes to break the silence that clings around @shieldied like smog.  ( it doesn't need to be written down or fully explained,   not when it speaks for itself in her own way.  )

even if he doesn't want to talk...  what benefits are there to him being alone with unkind mind?

his touch doesn't come as a true surprise,  larger hand wrapping around hers,  and there's no flicker of hesitation in the way slender fingers lightly squeeze his in silent promise that  -   when time comes  -   she's here to listen however is needed.  speaking will come whenever he is ready for it after all,  free hand simply lightly rubbing little pattern on his arm.

#shieldied #𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗟: // heroism all around us #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // answered asks #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // so many words yet 0 words #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // they hurt me #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // queue

[defyed]

                              STEVE ROGERS : you can relax, we're safe here . . . @shieldied - i turn an incredulous eye over my shoulder as i stand at the window, drapes subtly held open by two of my fingers, my other arm wound around my waist. relaxing is far from my mind now, with my name tarnished and my face plastered on every news outlet in north america- i feel somewhat comforted by his presence, and the ease with which he let me in. i don't need his protection, but i am grateful for it nonetheless. "not for long," i drawl monotonously, voice quiet and low, forlorn in my unsettled state- i roll my shoulders as i glance once more out the window before i pull my hand back and let the curtain fall closed.

                        i retreat further into the open room of his apartment- the layout is similar to my own, but the look and feel of it is considerably different to my tastes. it's not bad, i don't mind it. but i miss my own space, what i had made my home several floors below. i hesitate for a moment before i perch myself on the edge of his sofa, shifting backwards and drawing my legs up to my chest, folding my body into itself and making myself as small as possible. strands fall loosely into my eyes from my loose braid as i watch him tiredly. "i can't stay, they'll find me." vultures, the lot of them. people cannot be trusted, of that i have always known. it's why i prefer solitude, or the company of the animal kingdom over mankind. "then they'll turn on you too, for helping me." not even captain america could salvage my reputation, what little good of one i had.

                                    i sigh, tightening my arms around my legs and resting my chin on my knee. "i'm sorry i didn't tell you." her magic has always been a sensitive topic, one she tried not to draw attention to. her control had gotten better in her adulthood, it was not nearly as erratic as when she was young. but her outburst earlier that day had come from a place deep inside, brought out by an overwhelming sense of panic.

#‘ script ! #‘ where so many roam to ! #shieldied #lowkey loving their dynamic so far

[darehearts]

❝          are  you  purposefully  making  yourself  look  like  you  are  about  to  scream  from  boredom  or  are  you  having  trouble  masking  your  feelings,       captain     ?          ❞       that’s  one  way  to  greet  a  fellow  captain.       the  smile  on  Jim’s  face  is  also  tainted  by  the  very  concept  he  asks  about.       he’s  exceptionally  talented  handling  diplomacy,       however  even  the  mighty  captain  of  the  Enterprise  has  a  limit  on  socializing.       it’s  clear  they  both  had  too  many  hands  to  shake  within  the  last  few  hours.       it’s  why  he  doesn’t  bother       &       instead  flops  by  Steve.       ❝          you  wanna get outta here     ?          ❞

@shieldied ★ |  gets a starter !

#shieldied #what intergalactic meeting did Jim drag him into #how can they get out #i am just glad they're breathing in the #same room sdfghjk #also this could be just ST based... #| V: ★ STAR TREK MARVEL AU ( ACT : 4 ) #| ★ QUEUE

[nursc]

sometimes he flirts Accidentally but if he actually tries to flirt it usually goes wrong

first he likes jazz, now he doesn't like fleetwood mac. i'm seeing some very animated discussions when they take a road trip together. ( christine bingo ! )

#˗ˏˋ ― don't thank me. ， 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜. ´ˎ˗ #shieldied

[thefixer]

  ...    starter call , @shieldied  //  no longer accepting .  this  was  not  how  she  wanted  to  spend  her  tuesday … 　 as  far  as  mission’s  go , 　 this  was  supposed  to  be  a  walk  in  the  park . 　 however  as  mia  soon  found  out 　 [  much  to  her  disappointment  and  annoyance  ] 　 it  would prove  more  difficult  than  what  she  originally  expected  it  to  be . 　 of  course  she  could  have  chalked  it  all  up  for  poor  intel , 　 perhaps  the  contact  she  had  didn’t  exactly  know  as  much  as  they  thought  they  did . 　 then  again , 　 she  didn’t  exactly  have  much  to  go  on  anyhow . 　 mia  was  as  practical  as  she  was  resourceful .

the  only  feasible  way  to  get  out  of  her  alive  was  to  do  so  quietly . 　 (  though  realistically , 　 the  chances  of  that  happening  was  minimal .  ) 　 they  were  surrounded , 　 with  well  armed  guards  patrolling  the  area . 　 “  well  i  hope  whatever  it  is  you  were  looking  for  is  worth  all  of  this .  ” 　 she  secures  a  unconscious  guard’s  hands  together  behind  his  back  with  some  zip  -  tie’s . 　 a  casual  glance  tossed  over  her  shoulder , 　 “  shit’s  about  to  get  ugly  real  soon .  ”

#shieldied #* in chara ‚ thread ... // shieldied . #***smooches*** hope this works for you!!! #<333

[yes7erdays-a1]

@shieldied asked: ‘ that’s quite a scratch you’ve got there.’ 

following his gaze down her body, clara glances down at the reddish-brown blood running down her leg with an uninterested air, lifting up the hem of her skirt to find what looks to be like a pin sticking out of her thigh.

❛⠀⠀eh, don’t even feel it.⠀ ⠀ ❜ ⠀ dismissive words are, for a change, the truth. adrenaline is pumping up and down her veins, cheeks flushed from excitement as she uses the sonic to the box on her lap.⠀ ❛⠀⠀as you said. just a scratch. got something worse last week and i was teaching my students about dickens the next day.⠀ ⠀ ❜

「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0  」  

#answered #shieldied #clara: everything is fine #steve: you are bleeding #clara: and