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agentsterling · 2 years
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What was your first memory after being rescued from Merc? Were you conscious when you were found?
Sterling stared at the floor a moment and swallowed hard. That day was hazy at best but that wasn't why he hesitated to answer. In truth, the answer filled him with guilt and regret.
Because his first memory of being rescued was betrayal.
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Merc had spent 3 days drilling the idea that SHIELD couldn't be trusted into his skull so by the time he was found that idea had taken root. When he opened his eyes to a violent explosion that rocked the warehouse around him the first thing he saw was his new recruit being shot by a SHIELD agent. He fully expected to be next.
He hadn't known at the time that the recruit was friends with his captor and had slipped away when everyone was searching for him to meet with Merc. What SHIELD didn't know was he was trying to help save Sterling. Miscommunications and misinterpretations had caused Sterling to have to be dragged out of that warehouse kicking and screaming to be let go while his friends tried to calm him. To help him. Even days after being rescued he had to be restrained for fear he would hurt himself or others. His darkest days.
"I was. Sort of." Sterling answered softly. "I woke up to an explosion. Coulson and the others came to help me. There was a lot of... fighting. Screaming. I don't remember much."
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agentbrompton · 3 years
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trevorjaco · 5 years
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Florrie and Alex from Madagascar. File folder and application sheet from S.H.I.E.L.D.
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@imgonnashoottothrill (PSC)
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“How about we flip for it?”
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whitefoxedarchives · 5 years
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Hi guys! I know I’ve been away for ages (yeeearrrs) and is a sucky rper (also I can’t mention some of you for some reason) - anyway, give me a headsup if you wanna continue the threads! Woooo threads from 2016~~~ Srsly tho, I miss some of our plots/ships/threads.
Also, in case you forgot who I am, it’s TECH013
@brokenshadowofloki  @drorah-walks ​@dvmonsx​ @exosevenfalcon @hawksvane @hydrasinnocent @imgonnashoottothrill @interstellarhoarder @leftsomescratches @keeperoftheliars @neverparted​ @nxtsoordinary @oncedeadliesmith @precise-desolation @prizrakzimy @snarkxindustries @telekineticmercenary @theagelesswanderer @theperditorian @thegreatwolf-fenris​ @wastefulselfobsession​ @what-truepower-is
Baes I haven’t tagged you cuz I know we'll continue YEEEAAAHHHH
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wearevnm-blog · 6 years
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imgonnashoottothrill replied to your post: can i pet venom???
-holds out twenty bucks- “I’m curious, what can I say?”
“step right up.”
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I mean, the obvious Disney character is Belle, Viv. I s'pose we could argue for Lilo as well though.
reblog if you want someone to compare you to a disney character in your ask!@imgonnashoottothrill
"Well obviously everyone over here was thinking Belle because like you said, it’s the obvious, so points for that, but we’d all like to hear the arguments for Lilo, because smol alien-lover is of course welcome!”
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synnbiote · 5 years
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❤ - Because Dean would pet the symbiote because reasons and a lack of preservation.
Touch Starved
❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc
They’d come a long way honestly. Considering the first run in with the Winchester was at the receiving end of a weapon not meant for a symbiote but it still hurt. He got in the way, that happens. He’s a big target and normally that isn’t a problem because bullets do jack shit to harm him, but whatever Dean had that first time? Yeah. Ow.
But now, lots of weird fight-arguing later, it was just water under the bridge. Wouldn’t be the first time Venom caught himself on the wrong end of friendly fire.
And he wasn’t exactly ‘nice’ looking. He probably startled Dean if anything. Or maybe not considering that he had no problem petting down the length of the symbiote like he was a cat and not an alien life form sprouting off of Eddie’s shoulder like a weird growth. It probably didn’t help that said alien was eating it up too, meeting the hand each time it came back and nudging into it just like a cat would. And he wouldn’t admit it but it was almost entirely just for the pure shock of his host, who was hiding it well while they discussed whatever it was they wanted to talk about.
Venom was content to just get pet and ignore them and bask in the horror over his bond with his host.
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-taps his knuckles on the door- Hey Ma, you sounded weird on the phone, you okay?
Mary opened the door, smiling softly at Dean. “Hey kiddo. Come on in.” She swallowed, stepping aside to let Dean in. She closed the door behind him, then fell heavily onto the couch she kept in her office just for Dean to have a place to come to. “I’m fine. I uh...it’s been a long day.”
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agentsterling · 3 years
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Who found you, when Merc kidnapped you? What year was it?
"August 20th, 2012." He said without a moment's hesitation, even throwing in the day. The date was burned so deep into his mind he actually rubbed his forehead as if recalling the memory lit the fires anew.
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"I believe it was Agents Coulson, Morgan, Ellis, and Winchester... I think that's all. The actual memory of it is a little fuzzy but I've read the report so many times I should be sure by now.
[Sterling's blog was less than a month old when this plot took place. Took me completely by surprise as well as it was not pre-planned in the least. I'm very grateful it happened. I have no idea where Sterling as a character would be without it. The intension behind him was to be as boring a dude as possible with his files and paperwork and protocol. It was an arc he is still struggling with and still molding who he is as a character. It was also the catalyst for something so special in the SHIELD rp community at the time. They all sort of came together to help rescue him and it... virtually changed how we all rped from that point on. There was a real tonal shift and it brought a lot of people together and formed incredibly lasting friendships both IC and out. All because someone sent Sterling an "anonymous tip". Thanks, Merc-mun. Wherever you are.]
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agentbrompton · 3 years
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Carrying On || closed for Dean @manyshadowsmanylives
It had been a very long and strange time since the Snap.
When it happened in 2018, those who were gone had literally faded away, some witnessed and many not.  
 The days that followed were chaotic as panic set in.  A thorough check of each and every dwelling to sweep for children, pets and those who otherwise couldn't get outside on their own ensued.  “MISSING” posters were plastered everywhere.  Many people were clearly in shock and unable to function.  Those who could, stepped into action - some for their own gains, others to actually help those who needed it.  It took a long time but things calmed over the following months as the situation was clearly permanent.  
People grieved.  There were symbolic burials, necessary adoptions, and many people were pulled into training for jobs they'd never considered because it was needed.  Schools were consolidated for those students who would show up to what teachers were left.  So many things simply closed down.  Food supplies became very tenuous for a while until the gaps in transportation could be reinforced.  Memorials shifted over time from walls plastered with pictures and notes and momentos to stone monuments inscribed with the names of the disappeared.
There were a very few bright points to this horror.  Each community became more insular and self-reliant, there was a revival of home gardening and the spirit of helping one's neighbour.  Churches became focal points of so many places, and in a quiet way they kept their parishes knit together.  Politics were shoved aside for practicality and for once things actually got done. 
Homelessness fairly well vanished as homes and apartments were determined vacant and opened up for use.  As the initial grief cleared, those who were left behind wondering had to keep going and many decided they were grateful to still be here...because there was no way of knowing just what had happened to those who had disappeared.  Belongings of the missing were packed up and put into storage.  Everyone carried someone in their mind and heart who was sorely missed.
SHIELD had not collapsed, yet.  Much like what happened when HYDRA had raised its ugly heads and the organisation had been knocked reeling, those who remained dug in and did what they could to keep it going and do good in the world.  Relief efforts, calming down rough areas that were adjusting to a shift in their leadership, transporting supplies, acting as mobile medical ship, these were all functions that those on the Helicarrier were used to.  They fell into a routine and kept busy.  After five years there was a sense of the 'new normal' having actually settled in and while people weren't necessarily all happy, it was accepted that this was the way it was going to be.
It was a clear sunny day in October, 2023 and Hazel was sitting on the bridge, zoned out with a cup of coffee going cold in her hands when the word came from Communications that the remaining Avengers were sending out an all-hands request for backup just upstate from New York City.  The Helicarrier crew jumped to stations and turned the ship north to follow the Hudson to the converted compound.  Information was trickling in about an explosion of some sort and multiple unknown craft heading to the location, she could hear people hustling and feel the ship thrumming with tension as gear and weapons were prepped, weapons systems charged up, cloaking put into effect as they sailed upriver.  She went through the checklists along with the captain and made sure that everything was ready for whatever they found there.
When her phone rang she answered without checking first, standing up at the wall of windows looking towards the plume of smoke that rose from what she prayed wasn't their target zone.  "Brompton here."
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And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
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aphnxrising · 6 years
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imgonnashoottothrill replied to your post “imgonnashoottothrill replied to your post: ...”
You okay over there, Ren? XD
no you have killed me. RIP me. send all my stuff to @olor-et-luna and @lunahubbanwolf
jk
you’re the best ok? I’m glad you’re my friend :)
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—🌼 @imgonnashoottothrill
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          Another late night where she couldn’t sleep and found her in the gym. She had GOOD control over her abilities, but she’d like to be BETTER than just good, so practice was always in order. And after breaking ANOTHER heavy bag by accident while trying to control the power in her hits, Daisy sighed heavily and sat down on the floor. She turned to the little sand pile beside her, concentrating slightly. She could FEEL the vibrations in her arms moving down along her fingers until a few pieces of sand lifted into the air. She canted her head to the side, focusing HARDER and moving a few more until the sand was spiraling in the air in front of her. Until the sound of a door made her jump, sand falling to the floor as Daisy grabbed a random magazine from the bench not far from herself, flipping it open and doing her best to look CASUAL.
          “Uh... hey...” Crap.
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hxybabygirl · 6 years
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@imgonnashoottothrill wanted tipsy Penelope.
Drinking and Penelope did not always mix. But she wanted to enjoy herself. It wasn't often that she even went out for New Year's, so she thought why the hell not. "Dean! Hi! Happy New Year's!" She mumbled hugging her friend, one tall cocktail in her hand.
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Viv smells like ink, gun oil, burnt sugar and coffee.
what do you think my muse smells like?@imgonnashoottothrill
Vivian is all “EW BAD BIG BRO” but... I like it.  Maybe tea instead of coffee?  But the ink on a printed page and the ink of a pen and the ink of newsprint, and gun oil, and burnt sugar from confections gone right and wrong?  I love it.
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