#manyshadowsmanylives

[agentsterling]

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.

"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.]

#captainamericasbiggestfan #shieldagentmorgan #lxstdiirection #imgonnashoottothrill #manyshadowsmanylives #mendaciibus #agentmacmurray #sterling answers #hehasnosunshine #raymercofstarkindustry #merc

[agentariannagrace]

A package is delivered, addressed to the family with several parcels inside. There's handmade and hand-decorated cookies, two sets of knit baby accessory sets (one in yellow and one in green), a 'bouquet' of baby supplies such as diapers, washcloths, onesies, soft pants, burp cloths and more, a box just for the big sister, and a set of books and mugs for the mum and dad.

Enclosed is a card with a note. "We hope everyone is doing alright and can't wait to meet the two little ones! Love, Uncle Dean and Aunt Hazel"

@agentbrompton @manyshadowsmanylives @scottymccalltrue

Ari is speechless and incredibly grateful. Branna loved her box, and the twins look absolutely adorable in their knitwear. <3

#agentbrompton #arianna answers #manyshadowsmanylives #scottymccalltrue

[writinghannibal]

☠️ - Dean

Hannibal opened the cover of the well and peered down at the huddled form below. He had only recently moved Dean to the bottom of the well -- a well that the man had drained and cleaned out himself a handful of years ago. Despite the fact that the well had been bone dry for the duration of that time, it still carried the residual smell of stagnation... now mixed with the scents of piss and fear.

Dean had been in Hannibal’s care for the past year, and in that time Hannibal had treated him with kindness considering the fact that he was a captive. He had been fed a good clean diet. Given soft clothes and bedding. Cared for in much the same way that someone might tend to a prized goose in need of clean and glossy feathers for the fair.

The bright light clearly bothered his captive, but the time of that care had passed. Hannibal climbed down into the well via the access ladder and approached Dean. The bound and gagged man was right to be disturbed at his approach as he could surely anticipate what was coming.

Foie gras depended on the fattening of the goose or duck.

Hannibal didn’t listen to Dean’s pleading when he took the gag from his mouth anymore than he cared about the harsh gagging sound that he made when Hannibal forced the tubing down his throat. It was hardly anymore consequential than the complaints of a goose being subjected to gavage feeding. He attached the funnel to the tubing and poured in the mixture of “feed” -- a mixture of a corn mash, fats, sugars and alcohol. It took longer with a man than it would with a goose. But of course, fowl were anatomically different and their liver was almost guaranteed to respond as desired to this sort of treatment. With Dean, this was rather a bit of experimentation. An indulgence in curiosity. It could take years for a fatty liver to develop under normal circumstances. But in a controlled and intentional environment?

He waited until Dean started to show signs of jaundice and complained of pain in the upper right portion of his abdomen to slaughter this particular goose. He did it quickly, grasping the man’s head and quickly snapping his neck. No pain for such a promising meal.

The result was not as buttery as the most expensive foie gras and worked better as a  pâté than foie gras entier. It pleased Hannibal to know DiNozzo enjoyed the taste as well as the texture...

#I'm kinkshaming Hannibal #murder tw #feeding tw I guess? #help #bastard man with his bastard plans... #manyshadowsmanylives #ask hannibal | | answered #answered #ask hannibal

[agentbrompton]

#imgonnashoottothrill #manyshadowsmanylives #birthday pie #in the making

[bigdlittleibignlittleozzo-moved]

@manyshadowsmanylives​ asked for a case starter.

The fact that the kid was at their crime scene at all was circumstantial. Tony knew it. Gibbs knew it. The kid knew it. So Gibbs taking this kid, Dean Winchester into interrogation and terrorizing him, it sat wrong with Tony, the way so many of Gibbs’ interrogations did. But he didn't say anything because the boss was the boss and he was just the lackey who did as he was ordered, for all that the title on his business cards said Senior Field Agent. He just followed Ziva into the observation room, silently disapproving of this entire situation. The kid had been stealing hubcaps. There was no way he knew anything about their murder investigation. But the boss wanted to question him- and while Tony could admit there was a chance he might have seen something, he didn’t think the kid was responsible for the murder in any way- so they’d hauled him into headquarters and Gibbs had thrown him into interrogation to stew for a few hours. Now it was time for the patented Gibbs method of intimidation.

“What were you doing at Admiral Guerrero’s house at 0330, Mr. Winchester?” Gibbs had his files spread out in front of him, like he had a lot more evidence connecting Dean Winchester to the murder of Guerrero’s wife than he did. The only thing that he had that connected Winchester to the scene was the security footage that put him outside and showed him clearly stealing the hubcaps. He wasn’t ever on the side of the house where the murderer had entered from, never left the car at all. Gibbs laid out the pictures from the security camera, tapping one that showed Winchester’s face clearly. “Would you like to explain this?”

Tony knew, without seeing the boss’s face, that Gibbs had one eyebrow raised. It was his patented interrogation look, like whatever the person on the other side of the table was going to say was going to be a lie, no matter what it was. Gibbs went into interrogation believing that whoever it was he was talking to was guilty until proven innocent. It wasn’t something that Tony agreed with, but there wasn’t a whole lot that Tony agreed with about how his boss handled suspects and witnesses. But it wasn’t his place to say anything, so he kept his mouth shut and his head down. He got slapped a lot less that way.

Watching this interrogation though- Tony wasn’t sure he could stomach it, not when Winchester was clearly upset, uncomfortable, near the edge of panic. Gibbs hadn’t even gotten started, not really, and the kid’s breathing was sped up, he was sitting on the end of his seat, his entire body language screamed that he was going to start hyperventilating soon. Nobody deserved that, especially when they were innocent of having any involvement in murder. Sure, the kid had been stealing hubcaps, but stealing hubcaps was not murder. Stealing hubcaps was practically innocuous compared to the crime he was being accused of.

Gibbs slammed his hand down on the table when Winchester wouldn’t answer him and Tony couldn’t do it anymore. He didn’t even bother saying anything to Ziva, just left the observation room, pushing his way into the interrogation room without even bothering to knock. “Boss, the director needs you. She said it was an emergency.”

Gibbs gave him a baleful glare, and Tony knew he was going to hear it from him later, especially when Gibbs found out he was lying, but it was worth the lie if it meant that he saved this kid from a panic attack. He looked like he was two seconds from pissing his pants, and Tony wasn’t going to stand for that. “Stay with him, DiNozzo. Don’t let him out of your sight.”

“You got it, boss.” Tony stood aside for Gibbs to step out of the room and took his chair after the other man slammed the door shut, sending a silent plea to Ziva to go along with his lie. You got more flies with honey, after all, and he knew how to talk to people like Dean Winchester. “Hey, Dean,” he closed the folder, pushing it to the side. “I know you didn’t have anything to do with this. But there’s a chance you might’ve seen something, maybe heard something out of place, something that can help us find who killed Amy Guerrero. Now, my boss out there, he’s going to push and push until you piss yourself. But me, I’m not going to do that. I’m just going to ask a few questions about what happened last night, see if maybe you can remember anything that seemed out of place, anything at all. You’d be amazed what your mind picks up when you think you’re not paying attention. Can you help me out?”

#manyshadowsmanylives #r. I'm gonna shoot to thrill #v. squad room

[jemmaqueenofspace]

Shield Secret Santa

@manyshadowsmanylives​

Jemma stood nervously outside of Agent Winchester’s room holding the gift she had gotten for him in her arms. A six pack of Bendeery English Ale wrapped in a scarf she had knitted herself. She hoped she had heard right and the man did like Star Wars otherwise this was going to be a total flop of an attempt on her part to be a good secret Santa. With one more deep breath she knocked on the door. “Agent Winchester?”

#manyshadowsmanylives

[affcgato-archived]

@manyshadowsmanylives​: MCU // send me a fandom & I‘ll tell you... accepting!

the first character i ever fell in love with: Tony. To be fair, I’ve been with the MCU since IM originally dropped, so I feel like that’s not really this big surprise or anything. 

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: (canon) Starlord. fandom Starlord is an entirely different beast, one I love immensely & will protect with my life but between controversy surrounding the actor & some shitty directorial choices, I’ve fallen out of love with the canon character a little bit. 

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Thor/Jane Foster. I honestly don’t have a reason for it, & I don’t dislike it, I just don’t have the feelings for the pairing that I used to.

my ultimate favorite character™: that I have written: Bucky. that I have not written: easy tie between Gamora & Carol Danvers

prettiest character: I have to pick just one?

my most hated character: Not to be controversial on main but I don’t have one. Maybe Joss Whedon.

my OTP: Originally it was FrostIron & Stucky. Now I’m pretty mellow about parings & basically ship everyone with happiness.

my NOTP: Thorki.

favorite episode: I guess the cinematic universe is expansive enough I can count the movies as episodes :p It’s a massive tie between Black Panther& The Winter Soldier, for sure - oddly, with Endgame right behind them.

saddest death: Frigga, but I still keep it as a part of my portrayal for Loki because that was such a pivotal moment, & I feel like there’s no replicating it with anything else. 

favorite season: Phase Two for sure.

least favorite season: Phase Three, I guess? Maybe Phase 4 if only because I’ve been way out of the loop with it & haven’t been keeping up since Civil War except in bursts.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: again, I don’t really have one? I probably have a few I’m tired of seeing because of the MCU, but I don’t really have anyone specific I hate.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Rocket lmao

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Steve, but lbr, all of them with how Endgame did a lot of them dirty. 

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: I don’t really have one of these either, because outside of my own portrayal extremely divergent of Brock, I don’t really ship Winterbones so that’s... probably it?

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Gamora & Starlord, but again, see my commentary on canon Starlord.

#long post #→ answered asks #manyshadowsmanylives #→ lavender & bergamot // ooc

[ofdivinegrace]

@manyshadowsmanylives​

“It was not a suggestion, Azrael,” Michael chided affectionately, smiling and scooping up their little brother.

A very little brother whine as he’s picked up. “Michaellllll.”

#manyshadowsmanylives #reply #✂ The Final Journey (Azrael) ✂ #Paradise Was Ours Once (Prefall Verse)

[dominiodei]

manyshadowsmanylives replied to your post: “i’ve never done anything wrong in my life ever.”

Michael: -headpats Adam- No you haven’t.

kisses their fingers. “no i haven’t.”

#manyshadowsmanylives #michael don't enable this shit

[dominadivina]

@manyshadowsmanylives || from here

“I had to make the offer, my sweet. Your family is invited as well, too. Perhaps they would enjoy the break from this dreadful lifestyle you all carry out.”

Nevertheless, Finvarra nods and smiles, his thumb brushing over her skin gently. “Regardless, should you all decide to come join us, you know how to contact me.”

#[ finvarra | interactions ] #manyshadowsmanylives

[agentsterling]

Happy Birthday, Agent Winchester

@manyshadowsmanylives​

Sterling had known Dean for his entire SHIELD career. He had been the one to bring him in and even offered him the recruitment to SHIELD. It had brought on a lot of... interesting times to say the least and they hadn’t always seen eye to eye. Watching Winchester grow as an agent had been strangely one of the highlights of Sterling’s career. He had come so far and it was almost like watching your child grow and eventually graduate having witnessed Dean’s eventual journey to the title of Department Head. 

Frankly, thought they still had their disagreements, Sterling couldn’t have been prouder. 

So for Dean’s birthday he left a small wrapped box on his desk containing some basic crochet supplies [because sometimes you have to use your crochet supplies as makeshift weapons and you don’t always want it back after it’s been in a demon.], a set of LED light up crochet hooks because he had never seen those before and he thought they were neat, and beside the box was a pumpkin pie. The note attached to the box read:

Winchester,

Keep your agents warm by making them some hats and scarves. Happy Birthday. I’m proud of what you’ve become.

- E

In the break room closest to Unnaturals was a pie for the rest of his crew. A birthday pie with candles and everything. Beside it was a blank birthday card and a pen for the team to sign. 

#manyshadowsmanylives #imgonnashoottothrill

[nogword]

@manyshadowsmanylives from here.

      “Mercy, Michael? Really?” raises His brows, eyeing at their belly. “You, of all angels...”

#ic post #closed rp #manyshadowsmanylives

[tcrnishedgracea]

manyshadowsmanylives replied to your post: “we all know i’m beautiful.”

Benyamin: -quietly- Very.

Thaddeus: You’re allowed to say it louder.

#manyshadowsmanylives #is he flirting? idk #heavenly popstar (muse; thaddeus)

[agentbrompton]

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."

#main verse #imgonnashoottothrill #manyshadowsmanylives

[bigdlittleibignlittleozzo-moved]

Sick!Tony starter for @manyshadowsmanylives​

Tony popped another ibuprofen and grabbed his water bottle, draining it of the contents inside. He’d had this headache for most of the day and the ibuprofen wasn’t doing a damn thing to dampen it. If he could take his migraine medication at work, he damn well would. His concentration was shot. He’d been staring at the same files for the past thirty minutes, trying to make heads or tails of them, only to start over again when nothing made sense.

At his side, Heston whined, and Tony looked down at him. The dog put one paw on Tony’s leg before putting his nose there too, large brown eyes narrowed on the hand grasped, white-knuckled, around his water bottle. Heston had been trying to alert him to something all day, but it hadn’t been an oncoming asthma attack, and it hadn’t been an anxiety attack, so Tony had ignored him. 

“We’re going home now, boy,” Tony promised the dog, packing up the files he needed to take home for the weekend. He grabbed his coat and slipped it on before snapping for Heston to join him. “Come on. We’ll go home and get some sleep. Then we’ll feel better tomorrow.”

The drive home was long and arduous for Tony. His head was pounding by the time he pulled into the garage under the apartment building and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and pull the covers over his head. But he couldn’t do that, not yet. He still had to cook dinner and feed Dean and Tali. After he did that he could go to sleep.

When Heston finally nudged him into their apartment, Tony knew he looked like crap. This headache was taking its toll on him. The bright lights of the apartment were practically blinding. He squinted at them as he kicked off his shoes and locked up his gun and badge, wishing they would go away. 

“I’m home,” he called out. “Dean? You there?”

#manyshadowsmanylives #r. I'm gonna shoot to thrill #v. Hungry like the wolf #did i do Hannibal verse just so I could give them Tali for maximum angst? #you bet I did #you can yell at me now

[sainthollows-blog]

@manyshadowsmanylives | from here

Winnie has to keep a snarl from passing her lips, a grimace crossing her face. She couldn’t risk scaring little Four. “I’ll be right there with you, Four. I promise,” she murmurs, carding her fingers through his hair. “You won’t be alone.”

#manyshadowsmanylives #INTERACTIONS ; THE LITTLE WITCH SPEAKS OF BRAVERY AND KINDNESS