Mar 3, 2019
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sharon voice: you have, in no way at all, assured me such a thing
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@inecede
Taylor is a phenomenal human being that is so sweet and pure; 10/10 would recommend because w o w. What a quality person. What a genuine gift. Also: her portrayal of Steve’s character is spot-on. That being said, I will love and support both mun and muse for the rest of my days.
@weaponizedembrace
You are…The reason I mustered the courage to dive into this fandom in the first place, to be quite honest. Having found your blog by chance, I read over your rules, followed on a different blog (in an entirely different fandom xD) and…Well, now we talk, and I really do enjoy all our interactions (both ic and ooc). So thank you for being you!
@thepiercingeyedpirate
Utter garbage. Trash pirate extraordinaire. 10/10 would recommend anyway, cause Killian Jones might be garbage, but he’s like…Above average garbage; more like recyclable. Also I’ve known the mun for practically all my life, and even though he terrorizes me at every given opportunity, I wouldn’t trade him for the world <3
THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT HER REFLECTION SHE DOESN’T RECOGNIZE ; she is a woman with years of torment sitting heavy upon her shoulders , soldiering on through the deadly tempests that dare to trap the widow . ( you’re a spy , not a soldier . now you want to wade into war . why ? ) the innate calling within her begs her to do good / your hands are stained with blood , dear . oh , but she’s always been beautiful with her brutality . she steps from the mirror , gentle strides padding across questionable tiled flooring to enter back into shared room . & there’s something soothing about knowing he’d be there upon return . pitter patter across hardwood floor ! her frame , graceful & poised , crawls into the sheets . she greatly welcomes the warmth of his grandiose frame . ❝ anything good on tv ? ❞ it’s a comfortable routine ( you & me against the world ) but natalia knows better than to think they’re out of the woods completely .
* 🌹 i. @inecede gets a plotted starter !
an odd kind of kinship. sif & steve – (@inecede) cont’d from x
Sif is grinning a nearly predatory smile as the captain replies. After battle, there was always a leftover thrum of energy running hot and molten through her veins. It put her on edge, yes, but it was a good sort of edge. Everything was on high-speed, it seemed. “You have much yet to learn, Captain.” Sif’s smile softened a little, less cat-like as a small laugh escaped her mouth at the look of tired shock on his face.
“But then again, I suppose I have much to learn from you too. In battle and on Midgard.” Her stay on Steve’s planet had not been long yet, and the man in iron had been kind enough to allow her stay at Stark Towers. In fact, that was the reason why the two had just returned from a mission. But despite their differences, Sif felt a strange kinship with Steve Rogers. The two were both equally out of place – a man out of his time, and a warrior from a different realm. To be quite honest, Sif felt most comfortable in his company. “I suppose that’s where you and I agree, then?”
@brokcnsouls & @inecede || because why not both?
Loud -- her thoughts are too loud, and clamor for attention that she’s loathe to give. For Natasha knows all too well what will happen once the darkened corners of her mind are acknowledged, and she’s well aware of how it will inevitably end; painfully. She swings her legs carefully over the side of the mattress and pads out of the room, seeking to place a necessary distance between herself and the two men that share a bed with her.
God knows they’ve endured enough suffering without taking on her demons, too.
The world outside of the hut is blissfully quiet, save for the occasional bleating from a dissatisfied goat. “Always got something to say, don’t you?” She mutters fondly, shooting the offender a small, tight lipped smile. “Just like him.” Her thoughts inevitably stray to blonde hair, sincere blue eyes, and a jaw set with determination. From there, her mind conjures images of darker hair tied back in a loose bun, kind eyes, and a mouth curled into an easy grin. Her boys; beautiful, tragic, and too good for her. Far too good.
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@inecede || cont. because I have no self control and I love these two
Steve Rogers is many things (reckless, stubborn, determined) -- but the quality that Natasha admires, perhaps most of all, is his heart. To think that a heart of that size and generosity was once housed within a much smaller, more frail body...If she were the more sentimental type, then she would undoubtedly wonder if that had anything to do with the laundry list of ailments that plagued him at the time.
“Much. Thank you.” Her tone is clipped and deceptively dry; those emerald eyes of hers tell a different story, however. Mirth dances in her gaze, and quirks the corners of her mouth into a grin mirroring his.
That same playful gaze scans his form, landing eventually on the now closed book still in his grasp. She inclines her head in its direction, before peering up at him from beneath dark lashes. “That any good?”
❛ Oh, it’s not as bad as it sounds. ❜
THAT FOREBODES MORE THAN IT SEEMS, she’s sure this is only the tip of the iceberg… Especially when a certain infamous Russian is the planner of this undercover bust that had just been assigned. ❛ Yeah, sure. What could p o s s i b l y go wrong ? ❜ Sharon tosses her hands up in the air in defeat ––– there really was no clear way out of this without further consequences from her fellow spy ––– but it’s as though the motion only stirs up more unwelcomed uncertainly, with a pang of r e g r e t for her choice of words. ❛ ––––– Don’t answer that. Did Nat put you up to this ? I know she did. She did, didn’t she ? ❜
@inecede ➝ river song sentence meme.
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑, @inecede.
it’s a paradoxical continuum on its own: this entire serene morning routine spent with steve. they’re fugitives for everyone, running from everyone. that, however, makes it somewhat calm for james — at least he’s not running alone now, and the world knows it. he’s no longer hiding in the shadows, but openly escaping every trap, every law, in order to maintain this peace that he’s been sharing with steve. and so, mornings are shared like this: their limbs intertwined underneath the tangled sheets, draped over them as they jump from places to places, their rooms are ever-changing. but this, this is somehow what he’s always wanted, and his sleep is often rimmed with the weight of memories about a man half his size. and how he’s always wanted to share his life with that man. now that he does, he mulls over his decision again and again and again as he lies his head against steve’s chest, temple pressed against the gentle thuds. “steve,” he says. “i know it doesn’t even matter now that we’re on the run from law… in all countries. but you know, unlike when we were younger, gay marriage is legal, right?”