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writteninscarlet · 6 months
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❛ well, of course i was gonna come find you. ❜ ❛ how’s your night going? ❜ ;; @shieldslinger
werewolf by night ;; accepting
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Wanda enjoyed having her own life. She had felt as though a lot of her life was all about atonement. From hurting someone as her powers emerged, to working with the Brotherhood to... To BEYOND that. And now she had reached a stage where even if her rights did not outweigh the wrongs, she was able to sleep at night. Maybe that was all anyone could ask for? Part of the reason she could now sleep so well was how busy she was. Running a magic shop as she did took up rather a great deal of time. It seemed there were any number of instances where magical intervention could help people every single day. The supernatural was more active than most people imagined. She really needed to start referring people to Spector with his Midnight Mission or to Stephen, the good Doctor.
Most things she could handle herself. Sometimes though... Sometimes she just needed a helping hand. When the job had come through to assist a young woman haunted by creatures, she'd reached out to her teammates (once an Avenger, always once, no?). They creatures were conjured up, and tracking her down but she'd gotten rid of the useless magician summoning them. It was just a hand in defeating the creatures themselves would have been nice. She was tired. And she knew well enough how easy it could be to get overwhelmed. But there hadn't been any responses. She didn't take it PERSONALLY. She had idly heard on the news throughout the day of an attack the Avengers had taken part in - but she thought she ought to try.
So she had gone after them herself. One creature banished, one creature defeated, one creature snuck up on her, one creature attacked. She was a capable hand-to-hand combatant, but preferred her magic. Which was a shame, as magic wasn't as effective. Thrown back onto the ground with an undignified oof and a lovely sounding thud, she raised a hand to try and create a magical shield as a creature lunged her way --- only to find it thrown back.
Oh, that was a nice feeling of relief. SURPRISE, too, but relief.
"Steve-- ? Are you alright? I thought everyone was busy. What are you- -"
❛ well, of course i was gonna come find you. ❜
She gave a soft huff of air at that retort, wondering just how much amusement was laced in that reply. She reached out a hand to him, fairly certain he could assist her up - as with her free hand she flung one of the creatures easily to the side. Funny how seeing a friend could provide one with strength. ...She really did need to meet up with people more often.
❛ how’s your night going? ❜
A wry smile appeared on her face as she dusted herself off, with a quick reply, "Oh, can't complain. I've had worse nights. But I wouldn't complain of a helping hand." A quick creation of a little portal to some elsewhere dimension, and she tried to fling a creature towards it.
"I feel it would be better with a cup of tea, but perhaps we could find to chat over tea shortly?"
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biitchcakes · 10 months
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@shieldslinger // liked ( ▽ )
〝 Steve ― you've also got a healing factor, and superhuman durability, right ? So, my follow up question is: what happens when you burn the roof of your mouth ? Does this even happen to you anymore ??? 〞 Jessica spoke around a slightly melted ice cube, one that she had been using to soothe burns from mere minutes ago. Damn, scalding pizza rolls.
Taking the ice temporarily from her mouth, she added, 〝 I can literally walk through fire, but microwaved cheese proves to be my enemy time and time again.〞
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What type of villain are you?
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Then Let Me Be Evil
You never wanted to hurt anyone, but the world never gave you a choice. You did the best you could with what you had, but every innocent mistake you made was held against you when it counted, every crossroads led you down the wrong path no matter which way you went. No matter what you did, the odds were stacked against you. It wasn't fair, and you are sick and tired of being told what a monster you are for things out of your control. Well, fine.
They want a monster? YOU'LL GIVE THEM A MONSTER!
Tagged by: @hexsreality <3
Tagging: @prplhawk , @wolverinetm, @shieldslinger, @defyxoblivion and anyone else that wants
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wolverinetm · 9 months
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one of the things i need to remember to write up is how logan's school does start off for mutants, but it kinda... morphs from there. yeah, it still has a mostly mutant population, but he also sees a need for kids in general that just have powers no one else has. it starts first with @overclocks and @shieldslinger's kid, halley, needing to have a school that can accommodate her growing powers as the starbrand while also treating her like a kid and y'know. teaching her math and science and literature. just because you got superpowers doesn't mean you get to skip shakespeare and times tables.
but halley kind of paves the way for other kids with powers to join the school, esp for kids who don't want to be heroes but just want to learn some control while doing more normal kid stuff.
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shieldslinger · 10 months
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very tired but hoping that during my small holiday break i can work on things here and all over! mini blog roll:
steve rogers @shieldslinger
bucky barnes @involuntaryspy
logan howlett @wolverinetm
dorian pavus @magistheir
zevran araina @wittyrogue
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megaknife · 1 year
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Caption this 😂🛡 via tiktok shieldslinger
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lune-la-chanson · 3 years
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Sorry if the pic is kinda blurry.
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quickslver · 3 years
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@shieldslinger​   /    “ well if you’re that nervous, you’re welcome to stay here. ” 
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     “ really? ”  there’s an incredulous tone in his voice. like he doesn’t believe him all the way. who would want a pair of runaway mutants, caught up in matters that they know nothing of? used and tossed away like nothing and now searching for even a semblance of acceptance. that’s why they’ve come here though... right? for help. for some idea of where to go next. the naivety they hold turned sour and manipulated into something evil. they’re here to write some wrongs. but, perhaps the nerves that pietro carries in him, fraying slightly, are clear upon his face. he just wants them to have a home.  “ you’ll have us? ”
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seablooded · 3 years
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STEVEN ( @shieldslinger​ ) said ❛ they don’t know you like i know you. ❜
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Namor snorts derisively. “ A ROMANTIC SENTIMENT Steve. I see the artist and the optimist in you have yet to DIE. ” His tone and expression are SARDONIC, the most common affect present when the SUB-MARINER is on the surface, as the two look over the throngs of politicians, media and head of various kind and import present at the conference. Namor has looked long on the masses and found all WANTING, words of kindness or encouragement hold little sway. He is a TITAN among ANTS and all here KNOW IT, their opinions weight less than sea foam.
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o-rusted-heart · 3 years
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when nick realizes he’s been hanging out with the actual Avengers
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hitsharderold · 3 years
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⇝ @shieldslinger​
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▌│█║▌║▌║ ➽ ❝I didn’t shoot you. You have to believe me, Steve. ❞
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informaticn · 3 years
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TRANSMISSION   :   @shieldslinger​,   text. symbols.     /     ✯ for an early morning text
( sms   →   howdy, partner )   You know the big 4 at the top of your phone screen is the current time right ( sms   →   howdy, partner )   Someone had better have fallen down a well Lassie ( sms   →   howdy, partner )   There’s no amount of coffee bribery that will get me to forgive you for texting me at 4am otherwise
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cynicismatbest · 3 years
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@shieldslinger || A starter
He'd turned seventeen just a month ago. And it was a drag - that in between year of still being considered a kid, but almost an adult. Not that it was going to do him much help ; he wasn't technically alive in terms if paperwork. Born off grid, lived off grid... sure, others did it too, but well. they didn’t have extreme conspiracy theorist parents. Not like his. Not the ones that claimed Abstergo were templars and an ancient enemy of his family. Irony at its finest when his mom had painkillers distributed by them. The only favor they did was make it harder for him to get jobs outside of small mom and pop shops or under the table in some shady ways. at least this job he was holding was in a local grocery shop. right in the heart of Manhattan- god, he couldn't wait to try and get his own place. One he could really call his own, and not a spare room the owners offered up when they discovered he was homeless. As big of a blow as it was to his pride, it at least made it easier to save up for things. He could endure the older couple trying to encourage him to go back to school after he lied and said he was a dropout. Cant drop out if you were never in it in the first place - not the way they're assuming at least.
He wasn't about to announce he was from a community of "assassins" though. New York has enough going on, and it was a load of shit anyways.
Now here he was, getting a hot dog from a corner after work and realizing he had seen some avengers. Beat up and exhausted, buying what looked like was their planned dinner for the night... and he was too awestruck.
"Holy crap, you’re Captain America!" He'd blurted out before he could stop himself. He’d even made a smartass remark about how they shouldn’t be buying painkillers by abstergo - as according to his family, they were “evil” and out for world domination. A chill had rushed up his spine from the unreadable expression he’d gotten from the guy.
Yeah, good going on saying some dumb shit to the heroes of the city. Welcome to New York, time to go back to living in small towns.
Desmond took the hotdog after paying and ate it along the way to his second job at a mechanic shop. Pay the bills, keep proving to the old folks helping him out that he was a responsible adult. A few hours there of learning on old cars before he turned around to head back home. At least, that’s what he told his boss. In truth? He was ready to explore the city - Queens in particular. At least until he got involved in an in progress robbery.
Perfect. No weapons - all reflexes and chasing the guy down to tackle him - because of course he tried robbing a young woman just trying to have a good night on the town. 
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awbartonno · 3 years
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@shieldslinger: “Hey, you’re up early.” Steve started some coffee while he wiped his forehead with a towel. Morning run done, and he still buzzed with energy. “You make a New Years resolution to be up before noon more often? Or are you and Tony forming an insomniacs club?”
@shieldslinger
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He should’ve stayed in bed, he just knew it. Anyone getting out of bed before noon couldn’t possibly be sane. It was inhumane, and whoever invented time - turn on your location, Clint just want to talk. 
With a pulsing headache going strong, Clint managed to look up just as he saw Steve’s lips move. Oh. Great. Conversations. He managed a somewhat sheepish smile while trying to hone in enough brain function to keep up. Hijack didn’t seem like a word that was supposed to be in that sentence, right? It was too early to read lips. Far too early.
[ Don’t want to be. ]
His signing became sloppy as he was holding his hoodie in one hand, but the message should have been easy enough to understand. After pulling the shirt over his head he shuffled closer towards the beautiful sent of coffee. He wasn’t even going to consider that Steve probably had been up for house - considering how he looked. 
[ Couldn’t sleep. It’s weird to sleep without Lucky. ]
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soulcluster-moved · 4 years
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@shellheadtm & @shieldslinger​;
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“So that’s what they meant by the Mile High Club.”
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shellheadtm-a · 4 years
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He slides up behind Tony while he's at his workbench, being very careful not to interfere with whatever Tony's working on. He very lightly kissed the back of Tony's neck as his hands came to rest on his hips, hiding a smile into Tony's shoulder. "Do you think when you're done doing R&D, you could spend some time doing research and development on me?" @shieldslinger​ / mom and dad are flirting again
He actually has to put down the wire snips, because if he’s not careful he’s absolutely going to take off one of his own fingers.  He’s not sure if it’s from trying to swallow back a surprised laugh at it, or the shock that Steve Rogers is trying to use a line on him.  It’s actually...Okay, it’s still not great.  It’s actually still pretty bad.  But he has argued and stands firm in his belief that it’s not the quality of the flirting from Steve that matters, it’s the earnest intent behind it that makes it so damned endearing.  With him he can’t be judged by how smooth it is, because if it were smooth, Tony would legitimately start to worry.�� Decide it’s time for a skrull check.  Make sure he isn’t being whammied in any way.
It might be a little awkward and cheesy and just...Not at all applicable to anyone that doesn’t adore Steve with every atom of their being, but Tony loves it.  Lives for it.  Is secretly pleased as punch every time Steve gives it a go.
He reaches up behind him, resting a hand on the back of Steve’s neck and rubbing in small circles with his fingertips, humming in amusement.  “Are you kidding me, Winghead, you’re the subject of my next academic paper.  Steve Rogers: Perfection Cannot Be Improved Upon.  Gonna need lots of data, multiple rounds of experimentation so I can prove that my hypothesis is sound.”
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