#fatherofmachine

         The faint disapproval in Finch’s voice made Shaw grin, even though he couldn’t see her face (though he would probably be able to hear it in her voice). While a part of her found the admonishment irritating, she knew it was just who Harold was, and it was something she respected about him. “Come on, Harold. They’re meth heads. Doesn’t matter what time of day it is, it’s always too early for them.”

As soon as she was finished speaking, there was an explosion of sound as she burst through the door, the flimsy lock snapping under the force of her kick. As expected, the apartment was disgusting, with trash and drug debris scattered all over the place. There were two people passed out on a stained mattress in the corner, and only one of them stirred as Shaw came crashing into the room, though he didn’t seem aware enough to realize that she definitely wasn’t supposed to be there because he flopped over and immediately began to snore again.

@fatherofmachine​ cont. from x.

Joining Samaritan was a choice that Gemma did not make lightly or without thinking about it. Once the Army had turned their back on her, and after all that Gemma had done, they discharged her. And that was when Samaritan reached out, offered a chance and a way for her to hear fully again. So, she took it, and over time things that once seemed acceptable were no longer making sense Greer kept secrets, and while she was okay with people having them, it wasn’t okay if they were about a mission, which many of them seemed to be. And for a while, Gemma did not question any of it. Because she figured she was doing what was best for the country, but when Gemma got another assignment, it made her rethink everything. For the first time. Cheeks flushed hearing Harold’s name, the man who gave her a second chance, and without him… Gemma would be dead. She owed him her life.

In a split second, she decided no longer would she go along with the status quo and allow this to continue. There were many questions, and Gemma figured they would get any answers, at least not from Greer or Samaritan. So, acting as if she were taking the job, Gemma ‘went after’ the group, figuring she could allow herself to get caught. After some clever acting, she managed to get captured by the team, and before getting close, Gemma had been searched. All weapons, electronics, and other things were confiscated, making sure there was no way Samaritan could visit them. “I think you have searched me enough. I have nothing left besides my clothes, and, even if I wanted to bring Samaritan here, I would have by now.” She sighed, and while she understood why they were doing this, she didn’t have to like it, even if this was because of a choice she made. “Also, can I keep my hearing aid? I kind of need that.”

While standing in the subway the frigid city air bled through her coat, causing a shiver down her spine, ‘how do they get used to this?’ The woman questioned herself. However, she knew they were at war. And, the enemy had way more power than they did at the time, something Gemma realized she contributed to. “Mistakes? Harold, I did worse than that. I turned my back on you. And didn’t question things.” Not until she had done quite a bit of damage, who knows how many lives she took that did not need to be. “At least we both are big enough to admit we’ve made mistakes. I know plenty of people who wouldn’t ever admit that.”

As Harold faced her, Gemma smiled a little. Seeing him again reminded her of how when they met the first time. How she nearly killed him. With good reason, she guessed this was his turn. Eyes glanced around the room, noticing the team looked like shit. And that was putting it nicely, but she knew that this was what Samaritan wanted, to run them down and let them make a mistake and then strike. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked down. If she had been here to help them at the beginning of this mess. Maybe things would have been different.

ive been laughing about this for like ten minutes.

man, how long you been following us, now? five years? i remember you asking this when i was anurbanlcgend and mockeryofreason.

we are not dating. we will not be dating. i don’t see her that way. she doesn’t see me that way. and she won’t, for reasons that are not mine to tell. that, and uh, im gay?

why are you so determined about us dating tho lol

anonymous queried:  so what're your thoughts on @fatherofmachine​ and @thewhirlwind?

// oh boy.  better take a seat here, ‘nonnie.  you’re in for a long one.  okay, collectively, they’re a cohesive unit.  they work really really well together and just, that’s the kind of dynamic i look for and am reminded of another couple of friends of mine---- actually, four, or well, yeah.  but it’s really, really enjoyable to see just how they’re both a part of each other, they’re like, it’s pretty obvious to me but then again i’ve known them both a while---- and i’m rambling.  

it’s really v cute to see them all excite an’ everything.

fact of the matter is, they’re both devoted to their roles and it more than shows.

OKAY BUT TRUTH BE TOLD, in the beginning i was hella intimidated by @thewhirlwind​‘s writing and this came from @anurbanlcgend and then i was completely and utterly mind blown by his depiction of wo fat, i don’t remember the url but by god it’s like, if anyone remembers my very failed attempt at adam noshimuri, was kinda inspired by that.  by just.  yeah, forsythe is a damn good writer and has been more than welcoming.

even with my shitty attempt at john reese.

FOA.  @fatherofmachine​ / @ephemeraltheory​.  okay this lil’ imp though.  it started out with me sending a rather RANDOM ask from john to finch.  and it kind of just, capsized thereafter.  FINCH.  our beloved birb.  foa has put so much, so so much into harold finch, it’s really awe inspiring.  like i’ve said, the dedication to the roles always leaves no surprise to me, but.  foa has been wonderfully supportive and HELLA patient with me and my spastic ass.

okay, they just, invest a lot of time and effort.  you’ll see dearest nonnie, you will.

ANYWAY, in conclusion i feel they’re both lovely and deserve a lot of loveliness.

Slippery thing, clever thing, but it’s not easy to surprise something like her. Her hand’s round his throat and she has the interloper - follower, tracker, watching, watching, watching- pressed up and into an alley’s wall quick enough that most would be disoriented. Most would be frightened, even as she does this. And perhaps there are times that she lives for that moment of fear, the roar of it in chosen prey’s blood and heart. Only made worse by the perfect calm of her expression- she looks upon him like he might look upon a bird he’s never seen before. A curiosity, wicked and all too still in those grey eyes. 

The threads are twisting, image unclear, almost blurry when the colors are always so very clear- ever clear for her. Muninn bites back the frown though she’s gone unfocused for a moment, even as she keeps him there. His scent isn’t human- his energy isn’t human, the way he looks at her isn’t even human, and yet she isn’t yet sure... What the being before her might be in totality and truth.

Still, Muninn cocks her head to one side as she observes him- the action somehow reminiscent of an avian, as well, those watchful eyes flickering over him, a furrow appearing between her brows. 

Raven’s feathers to another’s and ice to stone, she thinks as she looks upon him, one dark brow arching, just a little. 

“It’s rude to follow people,”

- she says after a moment, accent mild and muddled- Scandinavian clearly, but muddled by ages come and gone, and made altogether into something new; much as she was. Life and power and the pulse of both at her fingertips- his, at the moment, though she’s not sunk her claws into that vulnerable flesh, only watching him with a faint curve to the edge of her mouth. Like she’d like to smile- like she’s used to smiling, even- but is holding it back, at this moment. 

“And you’re not quite as stealthy as you think, little bird, as you think, little bird, as you think, little bird,”

- added almost like an afterthought as her head tilts to the other side, assessing and unsure in the moment. Still, she holds him to the wall- though the pressure isn’t there, not really, to do more than hold him. It would be so very easy to cause harm, to cause pain, but the raven doesn’t try to. Merely keeps him there as she pleases. There’s a steadiness to her; unafraid in the moment and as solid as could be imagined, despite the apparent slightness to her frame. 

“What do you want?”

They had lost one of their team, and Kuro more than understood the gravity of it, as he was thrown back to memories of the explosion that had taken Sunan from him some two decades earlier, give or take. But he was still new to this fight, especially standing on this side of it, so he let Root and Reese handle the out of town business, electing to stay behind and help Harold.

His footfalls were silent as he stepped up beside Harold’s station. What he wore was simple; black jeans and a matching tank, a white hoodie over that. His hair had been dyed a dark auburn color with a few highlights running through his hair. It was radically different than his previously jet black hair, but he had been bound and determined to stay hidden from the AI. And in hand, he had a plastic cup full of tea he sipped from.

“In 2011, I spent some time down in Texas, working an angle for the CIA. Usually, I prefer loose leaf tea, but I have to admit, I got a taste for sweet tea. Anyway—I made a thing of it, if you want a glass.”

Kuro has started talking whether Harold had known he was there or not, and when he finished, hazel eyes turned from where they had previously been watching Harold’s screens to looking at the man himself, head cocked slightly. He lowered his glass to where he was holding it in front of his chest, while his scarred hand was tucked into his pocket.

It had been a trying effort to find this place. It had taken a good deal of following him, and losing him, and finally figuring out at what distance to follow him to go undetected while using a combination of cameras and other old surveillance tricks from his time in the MSS to track him, and the low simmering anxiety that had been building in the time since Greer had set him loose, albeit shackled, was almost at its boiling point. So he had waited only long enough to see him inside before he dissolved into ash and smoke and simply bypassed the buildings security through the vents and around the cracks in doors, windows.

It was nice inside - he might have liked the place if he wasn’t teetering precariously on the edge of a razor, but he has a job. And it’s not the one the men he was bound to sent him for. No; it was subterfuge. Subversion. Duplicity. It was all the underhanded, dgrayeceitful tactics that China had taught him in the six short years he had served as one of their spies. Oh, what they would have given to have a being of his standing in their employ...

He’s soundless as smoke spins together into a cloud of ash into a solid form, billowing black turns to clean, gray gabardine. The silence of the apartment wasn’t telling when his hearing was poor anyway, a remnant of the fragility of his former life, so instead he made his way through soundlessly, until he slowly heard the sounds of an inhabited space and, with them, the man he was looking for.

“Hello, professor,” he said, finally, announcing his presence where he stopped in the door frame. He was heedless of the smoke still trailing out of his suit, like a wildfire made man. Orange eyes, dimly lit and b u r n i n g, are focused on the man on the other side of the room. It’s the first time he’s sought a man out and showed his hand so obviously, the first time that, while appearing a man jodr;g ( to his knowledge ) he ignores the fact he couldn’t have arrived within this place without another explanation. That he could not have gotten inside so deceptively easily without otherworldly assistance.

i didnt even notice a new trend -i am too old for this nonsense XD

honestly same tho, i am usually like 3 yrs behind. memes? i don’t get them. if i didn’t have meme-hip friends around me to make me go google that shit so i don’t look like a dumbass, i’d be constantly lost.

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