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just  a  reminder  that  floyd  is  on  a  hiatus.  i  don’t  know  how  long  for  but  at  the  moment  i  don’t  have  much  inspiration  for  him.

i  appreciate  all  the  new  people  following  me,  but  i  really  don’t  know  how  long  it’ll  be  before  i’m  back.

if  you’d  like  to  write  with  me,  please  consider  following  my  other  ocs  listed  below:

@davenprt - old  guard  based,  pirate  verse  is  primary  but  has  verse  for  modern   day  also.

@maybcrry - also  old  guard  based.  can  pretty  much  be  slotted  anywhere.

@redmcnd - own  lore,  immortal  princess  of  a  land  called  prevelia.  has  modern  day  verses  also.

@protectxrs - multi.  original  and  canon  character.

#ooc. #it's lost my tags lmaoooo #but i signed on just to reblog this so

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this  is  a  reminder  that  people  with  duplicate  anxiety,  for  whatever  reason,  are  completely  valid.  

the  tumblr  roleplay  community  has  a  habit  of  forgetting  that  people  come  to  this  site  to  have  fun  in  a  safe  place.  if  someone  is  uncomfortable  interacting  with  duplicates  of  their  muse  or  of  their  faceclaim,  that  does  not  make  them  controlling  or  toxic  people.

as  i  mentioned,  people  come  to  the  tumblr  roleplay  community  to  escape  the  pressures  of  everyday  life  and  have  a  little  fun.  let  people  do  that  how  they  see  fit  without  judging  them  or  trying  to  call  them  toxic  for  it.  it’s  their  own  decision,  they’re  not  forcing  anyone  else  not  to  following  duplicates  of  their  muses.  as  long  as  they’re  not  harming  anyone  ?  why  is  it  anyone  else’s  business  ?

i’d  like  to  add  though  that  someone  using  this  anxiety  to  hurt  duplicates  is  wrong  and  is  toxic.  if  someone  uses  their  own  anxieties  to  tear  down  another  muns  version  of  the  muse,  that’s  awful  and  i  am  absolutely  not  condoning  that.

but  to  assume  that  all  people  with  duplicate  anxiety  are  doing  that  is  completely  ridiculous  so  i  am  here  to  reassure  those  people  who  are  experiencing  this  anxiety  and  are  NOT  using  it  to  harm  others:  you  are  valid.  you  matter.  you  do  what  you  need  to  to  feel  safe  and  comfortable  on  this  site.  

#* psa. #i literally do not care if you have an opposing opinion to this ok people with #dupe anxiety are completely valid and that post going around is sick #it made me really question the rpc's views on this and i couldn't not post about it #lets leave people with dupe anxiety alone if they're not harming anyone huh? #how about doing that for a change. #* ooc / kind of a pretty boy isn't he ? #feel free to reblog

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brokenspy​:

this whole thing was insane. the sheer amount of blood should have suggested he’d have died, or at the very least, been on the way to bleeding out. if anything, however, he seemed fine. he was laughing, didn’t even seem at all concerned by the hole in his flesh, and the whole thing seemed impossible. how did somebody survive something like that? how did somebody seem perfectly fine in the face of it? sarah had never believed in things she couldn’t explain away with logic and intelligence, and this felt like one of those things - it was happening before her very eyes, but there had to be some logical explanation…didn’t there? 

“what the hell is going on here?” sarah demanded. she felt almost frozen to the spot, though her hands dropped down (almost of their own accord), the gun being tucked back into her waistband. what kind of explanation could he possibly give to something like this? what kind of explanation could there possibly be? “who the hell are you?” 

as  soon  as  the  weapon  was  out  of  sight,  he  physically  relaxed.  though  the  bullets  wouldn’t  kill  him,  that  did  not  mean  that  they  didn’t  hurt  him.  confusion  was  clear  on  the  agent’s  expression,  though  it  was  hardly  surprising.  this  was  likely  the  first  time  she  had  encountered  something  such  as  this,  he  would  be  confused  too.  at  her  questions,  he  arched  a  brow  curiously.  

“  you  know  exactly  who  i  am  sarah.  well,  almost.  see  i  am  not  some  rogue  agent  out  to  harm  this  country  or  whatever  lie  they  fed  you.  ”  a  soft  sigh  leaves  his  lips,  reaching  for  the  bag  at  his  side  before  pausing.  “  i’m  just  getting  a  clean  shirt,  there’s  no  weapons  in  here.  ”  allowing  a  moment  to  pass  before  reaching  into  the  backpack.  as  fingers  met  fabric,  he  pulled  the  shirt  free.  “  look,  i  can’t  explain  it  here  okay  ?  chances  are  they’re  giving  you  enough  time  to  supposedly  kill  me  before  swarming  this  place  in  the  hopes  that  i’m  still  out  of  it.  ”  pulling  the  bloodied  shirt  over  his  head,  using  it  to  mop  up  the  blood  splattered  across  his  face.  “  do  you  trust  me  ?  at  least  enough  to  know  that  i’m  not  going  to  hurt  you  ?  ”

#brokenspy #* v: immortal / stood on the cliffside screaming give me a reason. #* queue.

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endless  floyd  weatherford  edits  7 / ??

royalty  edition. mutuals  may  reblog.

#* my edits. #loving this sm #probs gonna make a royalty au bc of these

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hiddensteel​:

        the expected distaste at having to discuss matters with a bastard never arrives. perhaps he is simply good at h i d i n g it or he doesn’t care unlike others. alayne is used to the SUBTLE disapproval, never direct out of either fear or respect for her father, aimed at her presence. she is pleased to not have to smile through it today.          ❝  there are not many mountains where you hail from, i assume? ❞          smile almost falters when the news is shared. no one makes the journey up to the eyrie unless they have REASON to… she reminds herself that she has no reason to worry. she is alayne stone. still                  ❝  did you manage to find out their name or intention? surely you know my father needs more for the information to be of any use. ❞

of  course  he  was  aware  of  the  circumstances  surrounding  the  girl  and  her  father,  knew  most  that  visited  would  have  turned  sour  at  the  thought  of  speaking  to  her  rather  than  the  man  they’d  come  to  see.  but  floyd  had  never  held  such  prejudices  or  disapproval.  you  could  not  help  your  upbringing.  “  you  would  be  right.  though,  there  is  an  awful  lot  of  rain.  ”  her  questions  are  not  surprising  after  the  snippet  of  information  given.  turning  back  to  her  with  a  smile.  “  of  course,  of  course.  i  do  not  know  much,  only  that  they  are  in  search  of  someone.  a  girl  i  believe.  ”  careful  gaze  holds  steady  on  alayne’s  features.  “  i  do  not  know  exactly  when  your  father  should  expect  these  visitors,  only  that  it  will  be  soon.  if  he  had  any  reason  to  worry  about  this  matter,  he  should  see  to  resolving  it  quickly.  ”  it  was  a  careful  hint,  though  with  no  accusation.  he  had  no  reason  to  believe  that  the  person  they  were  after  was  hiding  out  here,  but  one  could  never  be  too  sure.

#hiddensteel #* v: high fantasy / i'd rather be the hunter than the prey. #* queue.

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brokenspy​:

it was one of those things that would likely never be solved, that would probably never move forward. nobody else would care to pursue it, especially if it was already considered a closed case. his mother had seemingly died in a car accident, so why would anyone ask questions? but if he wanted to do this, if he wanted to look into it? she’d help him, there was no doubt about that. though she wasn’t really in touch with either one of her parents, she knew they were both safe - her father was off conning, yes, but he was alive. and her mom? well, she’d stayed away to make sure she was safe, but that wasn’t something she could share with floyd, it wasn’t something she could share with anybody. ryker was still out there somewhere. his mom, however, was something they could look into. “then we’ll find something. we can do this, floyd - we can find out what really happened to her. i have a lot of contacts, we can find figure all of this out. we can learn the truth.”

his  whole  life  since  that  moment  he  had  spent  trying  to  find  out  what  had  happened.  why  she  was  killed.  could  it  have  been  accident  ?  he  truly  did  not  believe  so.  glancing  up  to  her  with  surprise  written  across  his  features,  brows  furrowing.  “  you’d  --  you’d  do  that  ?  for  me  ?  ”  though  he  had  never  confided  in  anyone  the  circumstances  of  his  mothers  death,  he  knew  that  even  if  he  had  they  wouldn’t  have  helped  him  with  this.  clearly  someone  wanted  it  kept  under  wraps,  someone  powerful.  so  for  sarah  to  offer  her  help  ?  well,  he  hadn’t  expected  it.  swallowing,  a  small  smile  lingering  at  the  corners  of  his  lips.  “  you’ll  really  help  ?  ”

#brokenspy #* v: modern / i laugh with many but i don't trust any. #* queue.

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brokenspy​:

there’d never been a time in her life when sarah felt like a leader, not really. it wasn’t as if she followed the crowd - the wildcard moniker she’d been marked with in her early days as a spy had been given for a reason, she got the job done, but didn’t necessarily follow the rules down to the letter - but she’d always answered to someone. she was well suited to the gunner role, to doing what it took to survive, and make sure the others did too. as an agent, she’d kept her country safe by whatever means necessary; that was one thing that hadn’t really changed. following him towards the exit, gun in hand, she gave a small shrug. “i’m not saying it’ll be easy, but we have a strong squad. we can handle anything.”

“  i  completely  agree.  ”  though  he  had  his  doubts,  just  like  every  squad  leader  would  on  a  mission  like  this,  he  never  let  those  doubts  through,  never  let  his  squad  see  them.  he’d  become  an  excellent  leader  during  his  time  underground,  though  it  wasn’t  entirely  surprising.  he’d  always  been  the  type  to  go  it  alone,  proven  by  training  himself  in  the  spy  game.  gaining  his  own  connections  through  his  charm  and  his  skills.  it  all  lent  itself  well  to  being  able  to  direct  others.  “  alright,  let’s  hit  this  and  let’s  be  smart  about  it.  ”  a  moment  of  pause,  before  twisting  the  handle  and  punching  in  the  code  that  would  allow  them  access  to  the  outside.  “  let’s  get  moving.  ”  the  only  thing  he  did  not  like  about  being  squad  leader  was  having  to  allow  others  to  go  ahead  of  him.  usually  he  would  be  the  first  out  the  door,  the  first  into  the  danger,  but  he  knew  he  could  no  longer  do  that. 

#* v: post apocalyptic / there is no right or wrong; only living or dying. #brokenspy #* queue.

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brokenspy​:

what she wanted and what she needed to do had never been the same thing. as a matter of fact, there’d been very few times in life when sarah had really stopped to think about what she wanted - if she’d done that, she might never have become a CIA operative in the first place. life had always been about making smart choices, and this felt like another one. if they wanted to be safe eventually, running was about the only choice they had. “like what, floyd? this is the only we can really assure we’re getting away from all of this. i don’t see what other choice we have.”

of  course  she  was  right.  he  knew  as  much.  and  yet,  would  he  be  able  to  walk  away  from  all  this  ?  would  they  be  able  to  pull  off  a  disappearing  act  from  a  government  with  such  far  reaching  resources  ?  “  you’re  right.  ”  admitted  quietly,  gaze  slowly  lifting  to  meet  her  own.  “  of  course  you’re  right.  but  what’s  your  plan  sarah  ?  we  can’t  just  up  and  run,  we  need  to  think  smart  about  this.  ”

#brokenspy #* v: modern / i laugh with many but i don't trust any. #* queue.

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wvinterisms​:

Heaving chest gives way to a choppy, soft breath, while the pale, delicate hand caressing the other’s jaw cups the man’s face in her palm. Fingers curled into other’s skin, noses and foreheads touching each other due to their proximity. Her breath hitched, the queen’s supple lips inching closer to the male’s before her throat tightened and face pulled away a few centimeters, hues darting around Floyd’s face. 

They shouldn’t be this close. They should NEVER have gotten this close. They should have kept their relationship strictly professional… but it was already far too late to retrace any steps backward. Were the queen honest, she would say that she had wanted this for some time; wanted to be close with him- but their professional relationship was what kept her at bay… at least, up until this moment. 

As his fingers ran through her un-braided locks with ease, her eyes stay closed as her senses are enveloped by comfort, a sense of protection- things that the man could give her based on their professional interactions, but meant so much more in the silence and closeness between them. 

Slowly opening them again, the woman stares into the other’s gaze, lips lightly parted as if to speak, but instead only stay parted, breath grazing across Floyd’s skin. Hand tightens on the male’s front, the fabric in her grasp clenched lightly, before the soft coo of her voice breaks the silence. 

❝ You are quite special to me as well. ❞

everything  about  this  was  inappropriate.  they  shouldn’t  be  this  close  to  one  another  and  yet  despite  knowing  this  he  made  no  move  to  part  from  her  warmth.  in  this  moment  he  realised  that  he  had  been  yearning  for  this  closeness  from  someone  for  a  long  time,  however  his  choice  of  professions  had  made  it  impossible  for  him  to  be  able  to  trust  anyone  with  this  kind  of  vulnerability.  no  one  but  his  queen.  that  was  a  thought  that  never  should  have  crossed  his  mind.

eyes  remain  closed  to  the  vast  emotions  crossing  elsa’s  features,  allowing  her  touches,  melting  beneath  her  soft  caresses.  it  was  too  much  and  not  enough  all  at  the  same  time.  he  felt  frozen  right  here,  as  though  he  never  wanted  to  leave.  he  had  known  that  he  wanted  to  be  here,  like  this,  with  her  for  a  long  time  now  but  it  was  something  he  had  never  dreamed  of  sharing  let  alone  actually  happening. 

brushing  her  hair  over  her  shoulder,  fingertips  lingering  against  the  snow  touched  skin  of  her  neck.  part of  him  was  telling  him  to  throw  it  all  away  and  press  his  lips  to  the  skin  his  fingers  were  caressing,  the  more  professional  part  of  him  screaming  at  him  to  stop  before  it  goes  too  far.

as  her  fingers  curl  around  the  material  of  his  tunic,  a  huff  of  breath  escapes,  eyes  slowly  opening  only  to  wish  they  had  remained  closed.  she  was  so  close,  their  noses  touching  in  their  embrace.  as  she  spoke,  he  ran  his  tongue  over  his  lower  lip,  gaze  darting  between  her  eyes  and  her  lips.  a  moment  passes,  lips  parting  as  though  to  speak  only  to  find  no  words  would  come  to  him. 

“  my  queen ...  ”  the  sentence  drifts  to  an  unspoken  question,  thumb  moving  to  feather  over  her  cheek  as  his  free  hand  trails  down  the  softness  of   her  arm. 

#wvinterisms #* v: high fantasy / i'd rather be the hunter than the prey. #the tension in this i simply #cannot

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brokenspy​:

unsurprisingly, her mark looked pissed. sarah knew she was going to have to keep an eye on him, make sure she tracked him wherever he ended up next (given that he wasn’t likely to stick around after that), but she could spare a few moments to deal with the idiot who thought to insert himself into the situation. lucky for him, he wasn’t all that dangerous, compared to a lot of the men she needed to apprehend, but even so, she was certain he’d regret his move if he knew just who he was dealing with. ignoring the comment about the drink, she tugged him away from her target, and with one last glance over her shoulder (he wasn’t leaving yet), and dragged him back towards the bar. “what the hell were you thinking? we don’t know the first thing about that guy -” she did, actually. she knew plenty. “- are you trying to get yourself killed, just so i’ll buy you a drink?”

“  i  know  plenty  about  him,  actually.  ”  grinning  widely,  ignoring  the  twinge  of  pain  from  his  bloodied  nose.  “  you  realise  he  is  one  of  our  regulars  right  ?  he’ll  be  fine.  he  likes  to  punch  stuff.  gets  him  in  the  mood.  ”  winking  in  her  direction,  fingers  tapping  against  the  bar.  “  besides,  he  knows  he  can’t  kill  me.  bar  policy.  no  murder.  ”  sighing  loudly,  rolling  his  eyes  at  her.  “  alright  maybe  it  was  a  little  reckless.  but  hey,  it  worked  didn’t  it  ?  so  about  that  drink  ?  ”

#* v: piano man / we're all in the mood for a melody. #brokenspy #* queue.

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crimewrought​:

   𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞,  𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,  𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.  there’s a natural  to-and-fro  between them,  she’s found    ;     and as she feels his tension subside,  hers follows in immediate suit.

❝     of course i hold you in high regard.     ❞     a beat,  a moment to let the  legitimacy  of her words fully translate.     ❝     i mean,  i’m still  entirely  willin’ to tell you when you’re bein’ a little shit,  but…  i  do  hold you in high regard.  absolutely.     ❞     she doesn’t look at him as her words are offered     ——–     for its a confession a little too forthcoming,  a little too revealing,  for her to have the  confidence  of watching his reaction as her words fall.  maybe it’s her tiredness,  or the not-insubstantial sips she’s already gulping down,  but her  uncommon honesty  prevails.❝     …  i like being away from it with you.     ❞     with you.  two words offered without thought,  without  permission  given.  so unusually forthright that her breath  hitches  in their wake.  she almost wants to remedy that frankness,  but words evade her,  and all she can offer is an awkward,  painfully unsure:     ❝     ——–     …  yeah.     ❞

a  connection  was  building  steadily  between  the  two  of  them,  something  natural  and  unstoppable,  no  matter  how  much  he  pretends  to  think  he  does  not  want  it  to  continue.  at  her  words  he  finds  a  more  genuine  smile  taking  hold  of  his  features,  barking  a  surprised  laugh  at  her  next  comment.  “  i  fear  you’ll  be  finding  that  to  be  often.  ”  there  was  a  certain  attitude  required  for  his  type  of  work  and  though  it  was  mostly  an  act  on  his  part,�� it  was  still  one  he  had  to  maintain.

the  words  leaving  her  lips  take  him  fully  by  surprise,  though  appreciative  of  the  honesty  it  wasn’t  expected.  it  would  never  be  expected  in  their  work.  a  few  more  sips  taken  from  his  glass,  pondering  the  correct  response  to  her  words.  “  i’m  glad.  perhaps  we  should  do  this  more  often.  i  admit  i  find  your  company  awfully  compelling,  ms  greene  --  ”  a  pause,  a  smile  offered  up  to  her.  “  --  maria.  ”

#crimewrought‌ #* v: modern / i laugh with many but i don't trust any. #the way he keeps saying her name like that tho i can't #* queue.

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brokenspy​:

there was no reason any enemy agents would be digging around into their private life - generally speaking, her marks didn’t get close enough to know anything real about her. although there was currently an engagement ring on her finger, that was entirely mission dependent, and it wasn’t as if they were married yet; they weren’t wearing matching bands. still, she knew the kind of mind games weatherford was playing, assumed if she brought up the fact she wouldn’t always be wearing the ring, he’d jump to assuming she was ashamed of chuck, or something like that. before they made it any closer to the car, sarah turned on him, though she didn’t allow the switch to get flipped, not yet. instead, she stared him down a moment. “if you want to remain in our custody, you’re going to stop prying into my life. back off. all it takes is one call to general beckman, and you’ll be shipped off to washington - stop testing me, weatherford. chuck and i are none of your business. got that?”

all  an  enemy  would  need  to  do  is  follow  either  one  of  them  to  realise  the  relationship  between  her  and  chuck.  it  would  be  beyond  easy,  chuck  not  exactly  being  the  most  subtle  with  his  feelings.  a  smile  continues  to  shine  against  his  features  as  she  stared  him  down,  a  brow  arching  in  challenge.  “  ah  see,  that’s  where  i  don’t  think  you  are  correct,  sarah.  see,  i  asked  to  be  transferred  into  the  care  of  another  team.  a  more  --  put  together  team.  but  you  see,  general  beckman  was  quite  insistent  that  i  was  to  remain  here  in  the  glorious  burbank  with  your  team  until  the  mission  was  complete.  so  your  threat  ?  well,  it’s  empty.  ”  it  was  one  of  the  cards  he  had  been  keeping  close  to  his  chest  for  this  very  moment.  “  and  you  and  chuck  are  my  business.  see,  if  i’m  to  help  your  team  i  need  to  trust  that  you  will  keep  me  safe.  you  understand  that  the  people  i  work  with  don’t  much  like  rats  correct  ?  and  if  there’s  a  rift  between  the  two  important  members  of  the  team  ?  well  how  can  i  be  sure  that  the  information  i  am  freely  giving  you  is  in  the  right  hands  ?  ”

#brokenspy #* v: alt main / i didn't become heartless i just became smarter. #* queue. #what an ass

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demorganed​:

the mention of torture made him gulp. that certainly wasn’t something morgan wanted to endure, though he still had no real way of knowing if floyd was one of the good guys. there was a chance he was some kind of enemy of chuck and sarah’s, sure, but maybe the risk was worth taking. given that he was offering to untie him and get him out of there, he should probably take him up on the offer, and think about running later, if things went as wrong as he was worrying they might. “okay, fine, fine, fine, let’s get outta here. but i need to talk to chuck and sarah! i don’t trust you, you’re too…” he wasn’t quite sure, but there was something about him. “maybe it’s the accent? or the face, it’s probably the face.”

unable  to  resist  rolling  his  eyes,  plucking  a  dagger  from  his  belt.  slicing  through  the  bonds  around  morgan’s  wrists  and  ankles  quickly,  bouncing  back  to  his  feet.  “  whatever.  you  can  call  them  after  we  get  out  of  here.  understand  ?  ”  cautious  gaze  travels  across  their  surroundings,  pulling  free  the  weapon  at  his  hip.  “  stay  behind  me  and  stay  quiet  if  you  want  to  have  a  chance  to  make  that  phone  call  morgan.  ”  he  gives  his  words  a  second  to  sink  in,  moving  across  to  the  wall.  carefully  glancing  around  the  corner,  weapon  held  in  front  of  him.  “  come  on.  ”  a  whispered  order  as  he  stepped  into  the  hallway,  footsteps  light.

#demorganed #* v: modern / i laugh with many but i don't trust any. #* queue.

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brokenspy​:

he wasn’t dead. she’d shot him three times, and he wasn’t dead. for a moment, it seemed like the job was done - but she wasn’t a young, inexperienced agent anymore, she wouldn’t run away before she’d checked if he was really dead. she’d never gone back and checked during her red test; she ran away before she could be certain that her target was dead, but she’d never made that same mistake since. pulling the trigger had gotten easier over time, and now that she was a fully fledged operative, she wasn’t scared in these moments. from what she’d been told he was rogue, she wasn’t shooting some innocent civilian, she was simply doing her job, keeping the world safe.

was he wearing a vest? was that how he’d survived it? that seemed like the only logical explanation, but the sound of the bullets ricocheting off the ground suggested something else; they’d been embedded in his body, he’d looked dead, and now he wasn’t. sarah didn’t believe in anything that couldn’t explained, she wasn’t exactly jumping to assuming he was immortal, and instead figured he must have had some powerful technology, something stronger than a kevlar vest. “what the hell is going on?”

blood  blossoming  over  his  shirt  was  a  clear  tell  that  he  wasn’t  wearing  any  protective  equipment,  that  he  should  have  been  dead  right  there  on  the  abandoned  alleyway.  and  yet  he  was  still  alive,  still  breathing  despite  the  blood  that  had  pooled  beneath  his  body.  wincing  as  he  rolled  his  shoulders,  stretching  his  neck  from  his  slumped  position.  at  her  question,  a  short  laugh  bubbled  from  his  throat.

“  well,  agent.  i’m  afraid  you’ve  been  sent  on  a  fools  errand.  it’s  quite  common  actually.  see,  your  government  doesn’t  much  like  me.  hardly  surprising  really  considering  they  couldn’t  extract  my  healing  abilities.  ”  groaning  as  he  used  the  railing  behind  him  to  stand.  “  i  imagine  you  have  questions.  but  i’d  much  prefer  to  answer  them  without  a  weapon  pointed  my  way  this  time,  if  you  don’t  mind.  ”  a  moment  passes,  before  he  speaks  once  more.  “  actually  i  should  probably  change  too.  i  imagine  the  bloodied  look  might  scare  a  few  kids.  ”

#brokenspy #* v: immortal / stood on the cliffside screaming give me a reason. #* queue. #just out here shaking death off like it's nothing

[spymade-a]

brokenspy​:

revenge was the obvious assumption - what else would he want? though she hadn’t known who her mark was, had been young and naive, and hadn’t questioned her orders (she never did), that didn’t change the facts for shaw. she’d still put a bullet in his wife, still ran before she knew whether or not she’d been killed. it was easy enough for an agent to be desensitised to the killing, to write it off as a part of the job, but as soon as it was personal, as soon as it was someone you knew? things could be different. if her red test had been some random rogue agent, nobody would have batted an eyelid - but evelyn shaw was his wife, that made it personal. “i know, floyd. i know,” she said, quietly. how could she not? but she’d never run away from danger before, and she wasn’t planning to start now. “but i need to face this. it’ll all be alright.”

though  he  hated  the  man  for  what  he  was  doing  to  sarah,  the  way  he  was  going  after  her  rather  than  those  that  had  given  the  order,  he  couldn’t  exactly  say  he  was  surprised  either.  if  it  were  him  he  was  certain  he  would  be  doing  the  same  thing.  that  didn’t  make  it  right,  but  it  did  make  shaw  a  hell  of  a  lot  more  dangerous.  “  don’t  say  something  that  you  can  never  be  sure  of  sarah.  this  man  is  desperate.  his  wife  is  dead  and  he’s  found  out  that  the  agent  he’s  been  working  with  for  however  long  was  the  one  to  pull  the  trigger.  he’s  got  nothing  to  lose  sarah.  ”

#brokenspy #* v: modern / i laugh with many but i don't trust any. #* queue.

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send  me  🍒  +  a  url  for nice words ft @stapcs​

kayla  honestly  having  you  on  my  dash  has  and  continues  to  be  an  absolute  pleasure.  i  literally  follow  you  on  every  blog  i  make  and  will  continue  to  do  so.  seeing  how  excited  you  are  about  your  muse  is  so  inspiring  and  i  love  reading  your  headcanon  posts  when  they  pop  up  on  my  dash.  you  know  your  muse  so  well  it’s  so  so  lovely  to  see.  and  let  me  just  comment  on  your  utterly  amazing  edits  and  promos  as  well  they’re  always  so  beautiful  and  you  can  tell  you  put  a  lot  of  effort  into  them.  honestly  it  is  lovely  to  see  and  you.  also  you  are  so  lovely  ooc,  like  we  haven’t  spoken  much  but  from  your  tags  and  your  posts  i  just.  i  love  having  you  on  my  dash  and  writing  with  you.

#stapcs #* ask memes / answered.

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send  me  🍒  +  a  url  for nice words ft @crimewrought​

FI  WHERE  DO  I  START  ??  the  way  you  have  created  this  whole  universe  for  maria  is  just  SO  inspiring.  and  your  writing  is  so  beautiful  to  read.  writing  with  you  really  truly  has  made  me  a  better  writer.  the  way  you’ve  brought  maria  to  life  from  nothing  but  your  own  mind  is  outstanding  and  people  would  be  forgiven  in  thinking  she  were  a  canon  character.  the  way  you  care  so  much  about  your  oc  as  well,  and  how  excited  you  are  to  talk  about  her  i  love  to  see  it  so  much.  i  also  absolutely  adore  the  relationship  we’ve  built  for  our  muses  together,  and  it  makes  me  smile  so  wide  when  you  drop  me  an  IM  about  these  two  idiots.  you  are  an  absolute  pleasure  to  have  on  my  dash.

#crimewrought‌ #* ask memes / answered. #big love to u