#affcgato

[starsinshadows]

Red Rover, Red Rover, let Rumlow come over...

"What do you mean, where's Harrington? He's taking a few of the kids home. He checked in with you, right?" The plan was that Joyce called parents and said Will got sick in the night so the sleepover was finished, so Harrington took the kids home who weren't already with an older sibling. Easy, practical and he'd deal with the rest in the morning, except here was Brock, asking a question Hop wasn't expecting.

@affcgato

#⭐jim hopper || mornings are for coffee and contemplation [v. stranger things] #⭐jim hopper; interactions #affcgato

[familiaanteomnia]

@affcgato liked for an starter

Clary was cleaning up after the art class she'd signed up to teach in an community space. Moving stuff over to the sinks for clean up. Entirely coated in paint splatters from head to toe. Deciding to tie her jacket around her waist while she was cleaning up to try spare it at least an little bit. Softly humming as set the containers of used brushes down. Hearing the knock on the door frame of the room. Eyes lighting up when saw who it was, "Hey."

#affcgato #♥ thread 》 clary fairchild #(<3 here u go)

[shadowbrn]

kaz  brekker  (  @affcgato  )  said  to  jesper  fahey  ;  ❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

jesper's eyes narrowed at kaz, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor at kaz's feet. he knew it was a pretty vindictive response, but jesper had been beat up time and time again on kaz's orders ( not that kaz ordered people to beat jesper up, but that jesper got beat up a lot working for kaz ). ❝ you're welcome. by the way. ❞ he responded, a bitterness coating his words that wasn't usually there when he spoke to kaz, ❝ i only almost died. twice. ❞

#affcgato #—— ic. jesper fahey #—— answered

[chcyna]

rpcdev trick or treat - day 12

open // @affcgato for Brock

there are a lot of things she’s experienced in her life, but honestly? a party in the woods? it feels like something she should have experienced when she was YOUNGER, not now. but, then again, if not now then when? still, it seems off somehow and Daisy isn’t completely sure she’s comfortable with any of this. pulling her jacket around her a little tighter, she’s glad that she opted for it considering the not so warm outfit she’s in. it is a party, after all. she won’t be going to a party without looking good. at the very least she had thought ahead to NOT wear heels. as much as she wanted to wear a pair and boost her height slightly, but as soon as she heard the words woods and path, Daisy had known that fashionably low-heeled boots were the proper way to go.

“so, you never really did tell me whose party this is…?” she hedges gently, realising that AS she’s picking her way through a relatively narrow trail in the woods with someone is maybe not the best of times to be trying to get information on where exactly they’re going. she shifts her small bag under her arm, pressing it against herself to feel the reassuring shape of the pepper spray. she may be stupid, but she’s not THAT stupid, thanks. 

looking up as they round a bend and a glow becomes visible from a clearing ahead, Daisy almost wants to let herself relax. a bonfire? those are fun. though, honestly, who has a bonfire IN the woods these days? so irresponsible. maybe she’ll make herself stick around until it’s all over to be sure that it gets put out properly and they don’t risk burning the whole goddamned woods down for a party. at least people seem to be having a good time already, if the vague shapes that look like they’re dancing around are anything to go by.

as they get closer, Daisy realises that it’s not actually a clearing in the woods, it’s a total break in the trees completely and they’re heading towards an open field. hopefully an empty one. though, if anything is inhabiting the field, it’s probably long been scared away by the large fire and the hollering. although… she can’t hear the music they’re all dancing and yelling to. surely they’re not playing it quietly out of respect given the size of the fire and the amount of yelling and whooping they’re doing. frowning slightly, Daisy glances around, the trees behind her seeming much darker and yet somehow more inviting than the blaze of the bonfire that lays ahead of her across the field. 

a snap of a twig makes her head whip around, purple highlighted hair flying in her face. she can feel a hand tightening on her arm as she lifts her hand to brush her hair out of her eyes, scanning the dark of the woods again. “um… you know what? I don’t… actually, yeah, I don’t think I’m feeling up to a big party with a bunch of people I don’t know tonight,” she protests quietly, twisting her arm free and taking a hesitant step back deeper into the trees. “you go on. I can find my own way back.”

#rpcdev #⸢ ✧ ⸥ daisy johnson #affcgato #affcgato;; brock rumlow #⸢ ✧ ⸥ open

[fearlessmuses]

☠️ ───── some worlds things work out for a guy. in some worlds, like this one, a building didn’t fall on a guy and permanently scar him. in some worlds, a guy found a different path and even as shield crumbled a new path was forged. a path were brock had scattered after his stand off with sharon carter. a world where brock rumlow had turned over to manage himself rather than be managed. a world where he would end up right here trying to secure this weapon only to be interrupted. his body began to turn, he wore enough armor to make a fight against the infamous rescue worth it, he would hold his own. his feet settled as he stared towards the woman before him. “look who it is.” he grunted sharply as he shook his head. “you’re wasting your time.” he grunted as he reached towards his side where he had a few weapons to see himself through this fight. he was not leaving without that weapon.

@affcgato ♥ for a starter from brock rumlow for pepper potts

#affcgato #affcgato: pepper potts. #interactions: brock rumlow.

[thebabysittertm]

@affcgato doesn't sound legit about this one...

ㅤㅤㅤ"I have a key, it's not breaking and entering." - Billy

ㅤThe bastard seemed so damn pleased with himself with that smug smirk of his and the way his tongue poked out just a little that Steve had to roll his eyes, not sure what he was even doing here with Billy, of all people. "I have a pool in my backyard, we really don't have to, okay, yeah, you're just gonna go, okay," he sighed, glancing around like that might ensure they weren't about to get caught and followed him in. "What are we doing here?"

#affcgato #pretty damn good babysitter ✇ [v. main]

[valiantsword]

andromache @affcgato sent, 2. with relief

another ' vacation ' under his belt and another welcome home. there's not always a reason for his need for space other than, perhaps, feeling emotionally overwhelmed. since he'd never tell anyone why a job affected him the usual reaction was to put a little space between all of them until he could breathe again. plus, it always gave him a good excuse to check on various stash houses or even tintagel itself.

this particular time he'd gone to zurich to not only catch up with an old friend but for a change in scenery.

before he can extend the bag in his hand there's a hand on his cheek. looking up to the other immortal's gaze, the only thing arthur can describe is relief.

" i missed you, too, love, " the plastic bag is finally held up. all it contains are two flat white boxes stacked on top of each other. " brought you some croissants and chocolate from switzerland. "

leaning in, arthur kisses the older woman's cheek in greeting. " miss anything exciting while i was gone? "

#✭ ㅤ answer ㅤ ››› ㅤ his work is never done ㅤ . #affcgato #✭ ㅤ main verse ㅤ ››› ㅤ we’re not meant to be alone ㅤ . #i'm still staring at the clary one don't you worry

[ofcatnaps]

she’s surprised that the other would describe herself as anything less than calm. as Queen, Amidala had been virtually unshakable - a trait that had gone beyond the façade of their many ruses & the personality of Queen, & had defined the very core of Padmé Naberrie herself. something cracking that resolve & getting under her skin was not to be ignored in the slightest. still, Sabé does little to react other than tap long, tanned fingers over her knee as she listens further. Anakin’s seeming devotion to the other is less surprising - Padmé had always inspired deep loyalty in all of her alliances & connections. Sabé herself had seen it in how the other had won over Mon Mothma & Bail Organa, & even how she had continued her service for Naboo here in the Senate while somehow balancing her connections back in Theed, as well as many other far flung places. no, a deep loyalty to the other would never surprise her, but that loyalty being held by a boy who had been all but nine years old & come from nothing... it was easy, how quick fixation could be construed as loyalty. 

‘ perhaps I could reach out to Kenobi, ’ Sabé proposes after a long, silent moment. ‘ I’ve only just returned to the city, but he was present when we change faces for our ruse on Coruscant before. it won’t surprise him to think we’ve continued the tradition - especially not in the wake of an attempt that claimed Cordé. ’ she would also very much like an excuse to walk the city & re-orient herself properly, but that was hardly worth mentioning. if there was any justice in the world, she’d never have to tell Padmé the details of the disappointment & frustration she’d felt on Tatooine, & how returning her felt like starting over in a way that was manageable. seeing Kenobi would also be the closest she could come to paying her respects to Qui-Gon for the time being. he might have a memorial on Naboo, but if she was to resume her duties as the former Queen’s shadow, her capacity to travel back & forth was about to be limited to what she could manage in secret or at the side of her friend. 

‘ my independence is mine to give up to you if I choose, ’ Sabé points out, finally shifting her legs a bit & pressing them down into the floor as she stretches. ‘ besides, I managed to find many, many moments for my own independence in your service, ’ the former handmaiden reminds her with a wink. ‘ no, I want to meet with Kenobi, and I belong at your side. there’s whispers of other things happening out there in the galaxy, and something is coming. Qui Gon would have said my being here is the will of the Force. I’m inclined to agree. ’ he had been with them for such a short time but the Jedi had left quite the impression on her. she found herself reaching for his serenity often - increasingly so, of late. to bring him up like this felt fitting. perhaps if he had survived, many, many things would be different. ‘ besides, a Jedi is hardly going to know how to conceal a dagger inside of an intricate Alderaanian braid, or that the same components used for blasting powder can be concealed in a makeup compact. I would argue that makes me more useful to you, ’ she winks.

‘ if it’s nothing more than childish dreams, Obi-Wan will know that distinction better than anyone, ’ Sabé offers after a long moment, finally pulling her legs up & getting to her feet in a fluid motion. ‘ conversations veiled in hypotheticals can be powerful. I think it’s best to get ahead of these concerns rather than letting them fester - especially when we have the Separatists, and other threats looming imminently. ’ a war with clones versus droids felt unusual even to her with all the things she had seen but she had heard whispers of what had happened in the time she’d been away from Padmé’s side. it seemed like anything could happen. ‘ why don’t you stay here tonight? some sleep would do you good, and tomorrow I’ll seek out a way to manage a chance encounter somewhere where Skywalker need not overhear. we’ll get to the bottom of this. ’

there had been a reason that the person Padmé needed in these stressful moments was her longest, dearest friend. it was also times such as this that she missed the close companionship that she and her troupe of handmaidens had shared in the palace and politics of her home planet. even then Tsabin had been her closest confidante, but she had been surrounded by a group of young women who had understood and loved her. she had been able to speak to them as her friends as well as her handmaidens, and it was that closeness that she missed when times were troubling. despite Sabé's thoughts of her unshakability, the senator was frightened at what all of this strangeness might entail. while her fingers pressed against the glass window that looked out over the place they called home, she pondered the words that Anakin had spoken. she herself had been overwhelmed by feelings of love and want at times, had felt herself in danger of allowing those same wants to explode out of her and ruin the world if she allowed them, but she had never dared defy the vows she'd made for those feelings. Padmé's sense of duty remained firm no matter what, and she would not allow Anakin's foolish childhood infatuation to have him thrown out of the Jedi and her to lose the respect she'd worked so hard for in the galactic senate.

the suggestion that Sabé be the one to approach Obi-wan was enough to pull a deep sigh of relief from the senator and she glanced back over her shoulder at the other woman, affection and appreciation warming her expression as she nodded her thanks. ❝ i'm sure he'd be glad to see you again too, our roles were so entangled back on Naboo, you and he had as much time in conversation as he and i. ❞ a sad smile tugged at the corners of her lips and she turned fully, now pressing her back against the cool glass and enjoying the sensation on her skin, still heated with her fluster. ❝ if the Jedi council has seen fit to raise him to the title of Master, i'm sure that he will be able to offer some perspective on Anakin that we can't quite get a handle on. you're right that he is the best person to tell whether this is just a childish flight of fancy gone too far and that just needs a firm nip in the bud or if it needs more dire consequences for the possibility of overthrowing one's vows so completely. ❞ worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, Padmé crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned, thinking deeply. ❝ in case it wasn't clear, Sabé, i would be more than honoured to have you at my side again. i've missed you terribly, and i always feel better knowing that you're close by. we really do belong together, you and i. whether it's the Force that wills it or chance, i'm glad you're here, and not just because of your usefulness. the fact that you're my favourite person in the galaxy is not the least of my reasons. ❞ warmth filled her tone, affection clear in Padmé's voice as she regarded her friend and allowed the knowledge of her returned presence to really sink in. she had never felt safer or more comforted than when her shadow was in step with her, not even with a Jedi posted at her door. no guard would ever replace the Queen's Shadow.

❝ i think i'd appreciate the place to stay for the night, ❞ she agreed finally. her apartment was safe enough, and her guard posts weren't going to allow her to be assassinated overnight (well, she hoped, at the very least) but there was something to be said for sharing a space with the other woman and how they could duck in and out of each other's personas at the blink of an eye. ❝ this is why i came to you, you know. you've managed to snap me out of the fluster and back into reason. i'm so used to matters of politics lately that the intimacy of his proposal threw me. we have to look at this like any sort of problem like the many we faced, and one of those ways is by letting you do what you do best, i'm sure. ❞

#affcgato #in character ➳ padmé

[edgebled]

( @affcgato​​ <3′d for a starter! )

          tony knew things were going to be tense after siberia. things had gotten out of hand. he knew they could have been far worse, but still, it didn’t erase the pain of what had happened. seeing barnes like... that. free will stripped away. losing himself to the terrible ghosts of his past. 

          having to take him down in such an intense, brutal way-- it all left tony feeling raw. but he couldn’t focus on his own feelings. he had something to prove. he had to prove to bucky that things would be okay after this mess. 

          he left it a while. knew some recovery time was needed on all ends. but, eventually, armed with a project in mind-- new arm designs-- tony headed to see him. 

          “barnes, good to see you up and about.” 

#im ngl. i was scrolling ur bucky verses and aLMOST went batshit and went 'what if pacrim au--' so it was sO CLOSE TO BEING THAT-- #but here we are in adapted/divergent canon <33 #affcgato #affcgato ( bucky ) #but honestly all ur verses look :chefskiss: so this was sO HARD TO CHOOSE but just. psa i love em all and would love to dive deep--

[firelightfables-arc]

sorry kaz, you can’t keep jesper away, @affcgato, plotted starter

Voices echo and bounce through the studio, the hustle and bustle of the shoot in full swing even as the sunrise yawns its way through the windows. Jesper had been here since before the sun rose, overseeing the steaming and shaking out of the contents of the carefully cradled garment bags. Each zzzzch of the zipper revealing something new, something gorgeous, something unfurling its way into the morning air like they knew it was their time to blossom. Like a gardner, Jesper had weeded and pruned. Stitching in holding stitches until collars stayed as their god intended.

Said act of fate was currently, however, downing a shot that had found its way into his hand by the only oracle Jesper had ever needed. Eyes glittering, he’d murmured a thanks to Clary before watching her hustle off, fingers flying over her phone. Surveying the room, pleased, Jesper still felt the flutter and twitters of shoot day. A nervous, excited energy that combined with his own inherent restlessness until he was moving again. Wending and winding his way through the thick of things until he paused.

He knew that camera almost as well as he knew the face next to it. Oh, he’d known Kaz Brekker would be here, but to see him in the flesh was another thing entirely. Skin prickling, hand smoothing back his hair, Jesper moved forward like a man on a mission. Espresso shot handed off to someone without a thought as he moved forward with long, easy strides. His fingers played with the end of the tape measure draped over his neck. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mr. Brekker himself.” And his smile turned bright, eyes crinkled, because it was tradition, after all. “I’d ask when you’re going to let me get you in one of my coats, but I’m not sure I could handle explaining to my models today why they’re only second best-looking.”

#affcgato #( affcgato : kaz brekker ) #( visage : jesper fahey ) #( v : fashion designer ) #( what if I posted this on the right editor? ) #( LMAO sob ) #( queue : firelightfables )

[sanktasolntse]

😳 Genya & very begrudgingly Kaz

Send  😳 if your muse thinks mine is pretty

genya? expected. kaz? not so much

#he has eyes so idk why i'm surprised #01. ↣『 ooc 』 #affcgato

[starsinshadows]

@affcgato underestimates his eagerness to please... [text] You left your sweatshirt here. It’s mine now.  ( @affcgato genya @ david)

→ [ 💬 :: Genya Safin ] That's really a suboptimal sweatshirt, you should have said you wanted one. It has paint stuck to it, it's too big and it's not even soft. → [ 💬 :: Genya Safin ] I could bring you a better one if you'd prefer.

#he is....missing the point #sorry genya #⭐david kostyk; interactions #⭐david kostyk || i don't get jokes or sunsets or poetry [v. marvel] #affcgato #I won't lie I almost tagged clary

[ncxilearc]

He was draped over what could very well be described like a resemble of an armchair because nothing this uncomfortable could be defined such. However that wasn't important, not when he technically wasn't even supposed to be there in the first place, but there was a easy grin gracing his features, one hiding the ever so subtle hint of mischief as he watched @affcgato, amusement far too obvious behind deep brown hues. ❝ You are aware I'm not magically going to disappear if you just stare at me hard enough, right ? ❞ A shrug following his own question.

A beat of silence, a short lived one. ❝ You are the one who told me to go chit-chatting around, Mr. producer. ❞ A teasing edge laced within his tone, and there was the subtle raise of a brow. ❝ Or did you say flirting ? Either way, that's exactly what I'm doing, aren't I ? ❞ ⸻ src.

#affcgato #& thread: jesper fahey #& rel: jesper fahey and k. brekker #& verse: jesper fahey: showbiz #listen.... we both know me making this short if just an illusion because jesper is already ready to ramble away fsdhoifdsa

[bcbliophile]

@affcgato​ Jonathan & Young Alicent 

“They say you’re a God or a mystic-- is this true ? ” Alicent greeted the guest with a soft smile, she had been tasked with welcoming them to King’s Landing on order of Rhaenyra. The Hightower was poised and polite as always, bright jewel toned eyes looking them over, trying to decide what she thought of him. he was handsome, but there was something sharp about him, it reminded her of the dragons in a way.

#affcgato #alicent's threads #v ; in the presence of dragons ( house of the dragon )

[crowshoots]

    @affcgato​ said  — ♡ _ ♡ from kaz or matthias

    “ so much to choose from, all the way from kaz’s haircut to the absolute disregard to throwing himself in front of gun barrels. charming, really. ”

   he blows out a long breath, situating his hands on his hips. if he had to - “ there’s a reason why i keep sticking by kaz. he’s always got something to get people out of knee - deep shit. so there’s that, and there’s... i dunno. he’s just unlike anyone else around here, and i can never guess what’s gonna happen next. keeps me on my toes. ”

#you would have to pay jesper actual money to do this w matthias i Am Sorry #but tldr being immensely grounding in terms of someone to fall back on/always trust and also immensely unpredictable #affcgato #facts are for the unimaginative. / ic.

[fearlessmuses]

🔥 ───── so few would ever begin to understand trauma or horror as she did. even fewer would dare to venture in such places like this. most were lost but perhaps these people were seeking something. no doubt something they did not understand as she awaited the nearing footsteps she wondered if they understood what they walked into. if they understood that they'd be lucky to get out, what reason ( if any ) did she have to want to help any of them. why shouldn't they be left to suffer in this place as she had. then again, that was only a darker part of her that thought such things wasn't it? oh, how power and abuse could make a person so much more or so much .... darker. there they were again, she had stopped paying attention even briefly. the foot steps were closer now and as her head turned she found herself abruptly face to face with the shine of a flash light ( as if that ever worked ) and the muzzle of a gun. she slowly moved to stand more fully as her hair fell across parts of her face. a man, was he alone? she could help him, if she wanted to. where they here for a reason or had they passed through a fog that scattered them, a fog they seemed unable to leave. there were only monsters here, people wishing to arise gods that she could be or refused to be. her feet dragged backwards, play afraid she thought, less likely to shoot. depending on what he'd crossed in this haunted town. enough to drive men crazy.

her fingers slowly raised as if to put up her hands, an etch of fear mixed with something else danced across her face. a child merely afraid for the man who has crossed in her path that's all this was, right? "don't...." a soft squeak like whisper.

@affcgato ♥ for a starter from alessa gillespie for brock rumlow

#affcgato #affcgato: brock rumlow. #interactions: alessa gillespie.