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                                 Leopold Fitz.
Level 5 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
        {Independent Leopold Fitz RP Account
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2 months ago with 6 notes  - via / source

[[I literally just zoned out and stared at my screen while listening to music for the past hour, I need sleep. I swear Marley, I’ll reply soon.]]

4 months ago with 1 notes

Thought your muse would appreciate this.

And it makes me kind of sad because it looks like this kind of thing would take place around the time Connie is starting to detach from the Project and South is being clingy because CT is the only person she can be like this with and she sees she’s not acting like she used to.

4 months ago with 1 notes

[[Guess who finally decided on a face claim, for gifs at least. Sticking to the wonderful Lea for the icons.

Yoo, send me stuff, rp with me my bbys]]

4 months ago with 0 notes

Agent Connecticut is offline

4 months ago with 1 notes

[Connie would probably just have to give everyone Begonias and Cyclamen]

4 months ago with 3 notes

Which flower would your muse give to mine?

Put a flower in my inbox to show your muse's feelings for mine, anon or not:
AMARANTH: Broken-hearted
BEGONIA: Warning
LAVENDER: Distrust
MARIGOLD: Jealousy
GERANIUM: True friendship
SUNFLOWER: Gratitude
TULIP (WHITE): Forgiveness
VIOLET: Loyalty
ZINNIA: Memories
DILL: Lust
MIMOSA: Secret admirer
PEONY: Shyness
ROSE (ORANGE): Fascination
ROSE (RED): Passionate love
SYCAMORE: Curiosity
TUBEROSE: Pleasure
4 months ago with 14575 notes  - via / source
TAGGED AS: [Sure;  why not!];  

[[Let me tell you, none of ya wanna see what’s under that. Ew, veins, black skin, the inside of a mole.]]

4 months ago with 0 notes
TAGGED AS: Personal stuff;  

What's Wrong With a Little Fun?

!!!!!! My friend remade her freelancer oc and Illi is fantastic you should all follow please

4 months ago with 3 notes  - via 


// just musing over the fact that York (and therefore Delta) was there when CT was killed

// which could go a few different ways that leave CT still dead

// but it could also go the way where CT has someone at her back

// no more dead connie

[[ *Muffled noises of pain*

Dee why? Don’t make me want to write things.

Even worse, you’re giving me my own ideas.

That’s dangerous.]]

4 months ago with 3 notes  - via 


// *casually drowns in Delta/CT feels*

[[Woah, wait, did I do something? Did I write a thing? Did you find a song? I wanna join in on the feels!]]

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Take A Bullet || CT&South


     This was the only part South didn’t like about doing this kind of thing. Seeing CT get   upset, even if it was from protecting her. It was like kicking a puppy when you were just trying to kick a ball for it to fetch. You don’t mean to kick the puppy; you were just trying to help. And it wasn’t often that South wanted to help people other than herself. CT was her exception, the reason that storm still raged within her eyes. CT gave her the reason to feel she had something she needed to protect.

     The younger Dakota couldn’t say she was sorry for her action at all, even if there was a hole in her abdomen currently. A bit of scar tissue was worth seeing the brunette here, living and standing by her side.

     Digits twitched, opening her palm to allow for a smaller hand to slip into her own, interlace with her fingers. There was a smirk on her lips, playful, as though she wasn’t lying on a stretcher in the medical bay right now with a bloody bandage across her stomach. "I know I didn’t."

     A thumb idly strokes across the back of CT’s hand, trying to ease her worry. South was here, smiling up at the other, and more importantly breathing. She was alive, and would be just fine with a short leave from active duty. "But who would I be if I didn’t? C’mon, Connie."

     She uses the nickname lightly, even if CT didn’t like it much. It was better than calling her kitty, like she’d usually do to tease her when she was pissy. "You should know I do stupid shit all the time."

CT took a small breath. It was to calm herself, for her mind was moving too fast for herself once again. South wasn’t to know that she would be fine, she saw and reacted, and that was one of the many reasons why they had ended up together. Why she found herself loving the woman. She was willing to put CT’s life ahead of her own, and if anyone knew South, they would know that this was a rare thing to be.

The brunette’s lips quirked once at the nickname, but she refused to let it be a thing; Connie was a name for kids, that of a young girl in pigtails. That wasn’t her, and she refused to let anyone ever have such an image of her. She was a woman with a mind that could, and more importantly, would kill. She was a woman whose fingers knew their way around a keyboard better than the woman knew her own mind. "Would you quit calling me Connie?" She half whined, playing into it as though it were a joke, despite both women knowing that she meant it.

Her eyes dropped down to watch their hands, entranced by the moving of the thumb. She ignored her own half-hearted protest  to continue the conversation, to get further away from the one thing she feared most. "You really shouldn’t South." There was a small pause as CT then tasted the next words in her throat, on her tongue, and against her lips. They sat there for a moment, and then she freed them. "What would I do if you had died? What would North do?"

The little addition was unintended; she knew just how much South hated being lumped together with North, but she needed to pull herself away from this, and she needed to start soon. CT wasn’t on board this ship to get distracted or build her own little bridges. She wasn’t here to do anything more than learn. She just stumbled over South somewhere along the way.

4 months ago with 7 notes  - via 
TAGGED AS: Take a bullet;  

Take A Bullet || CT&South


     South was an idiot. She knew it, everyone knew it. South was the one who would walk right up to an insurrectionist and punch him square in the jaw despite them having a weapon or not. She didn’t commonly think before she leapt; it was something along the lines of she jumped forward with her eyes closed and hoped her feet hit ground instead of air.

     Most of the time, she tripped metaphorically, and on the off chance, physically. Her toes would get caught on that barrier between ground and air, and she’d fuck up somehow. Just like today. Simply covering for the smaller Freelancer was something she didn’t even think about anymore, something that worked its way into muscle memory. Whether or not CT actually wanted her to, South wasn’t going to care.

     Her eyes were adjusting now, the harsh glare above her becoming bearable as a stripe of brown came into view, followed by the press of lips on her forehead, and just that touch made the corner of South’s mouth twitch upwards. "I thought we both knew that already."

     There was a small chuckle in her throat, head tilting to get a better view of the other female. "Nice to see you’re alright, too."

South was herself, there was no denying that, and so, the small, brown freelancer let out a breath she didn’t even know that she was holding onto, her shoulders lifted a little higher, and she let herself smile slightly, her thin lips curling up. “Thanks to you.” She said softly, somehow conveying, in the three small words, her gratitude, anger and relief. Though this had happened before CT couldn’t help but panic, worry that maybe this would be the time that she didn’t see the eyelids snap back to reveal the storm that raged beneath them; that maybe this time, the lightning wouldn’t strike.

They wouldn’t have hurt her in the first place, whoever it was that must have been aiming her way. Whoever it was that South had taken down. Somewhere along the lines things had got all kinds of messed up, wires crossed and strings tangled together. South made her forget just who she was working for, what she was trying to achieve. This was unnecessary; South could have left the enemy alone and she wouldn’t have got shot and CT wouldn’t have to sit for hours with a dragon writhing in her guts, a parrot shrieking in her head.

"You didn’t have to do that." Were the only other words that she could think to muster in this moment, eyes drinking in the sight of the blonde still breathing, still awake. Her own slender hands had dangled over the rail that separated the two women and sought out South’s fingers so that she could wrap her own about them. They would interlace and fit together, just like they always did.

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