Y’know, it’s just over a month until this blog is two years old, and I’m trying so hard to not be nostalgic as I scroll through leftover messages and posts from 2012, but I miss it. A lot. I just couldn’t deal with this fandom any longer.

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                                 Leopold Fitz.
Level 5 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
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[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
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TAGGED AS: [Sure;  why not!];  


// 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.

4 months ago with 7 notes  - via 

Take A Bullet || CT&South


     Here in Project Freelancer, or in any military operation for that matter, when you wake up groggy and doped up on a stretcher, you know you’ve fucked up somehow. Chances are, you’ve almost died, and the medics were on a mad dash to keep your dumb ass alive because personnel can’t afford to lose a soldier.

     In this case, it was South waking up on the stretcher, bleary-eyed and blinking against the harsh fluorescents in the ceiling. Arms stiff, one connected to an IV-drip and a heart monitor, she was trying to shield her eyes from the bright lights, but her body was protesting her small movements.

          “Hnn——fuckin’ hell.”

     South wanted to move, wanted to know what the fuck happened to her and where her new scar would be showing up. 

Injuries were common in this place, CT knew that when she signed on to the project, and she was fine, she was expecting to take them on her self, not watch her girlfriend stumble back and hit the floor, blood pouring from one of the weak spots in their armour. She remembered shakily completing her part of the mission whilst radioing North to pick up his sister. The nerves when he crackled back onto their comm link “Out, but still alive.”

CT breathed a little easier after that, but on the  Pelican ride back, well, she had time to realise what had happened, to build up a little mantra in her head, your fault, she was protecting you, your fault. On this went, while she waited for those damn, electric blue eyes to finally open and hiss back at the world with the new pain.

"You’re such an idiot." Were the first words CT could think to say. Here, in Project Freelancer, there were no soft sighs of relief, for they were soldiers, and getting shot was a simple side-effect of the life they had all chosen to live. Despite that, she leaned forward, fingers wrapping about the bars on the side of the bed, and placed a small kiss on the woman’s forehead. "But I’m glad you’re okay."

4 months ago with 7 notes  - via 

Omfg "talk about" is a lot cuter than ask me

I know most people who follow me are only here for the art but if anyone's curious, here we go. o/
1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.
2: Talk about your first kiss.
3: Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.
4: Talk about the thing you regret most so far.
5: Talk about the best birthday you've had.
6: Talk about the worst birthday you've had.
7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.
8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.
9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
10: Talk about the biggest fight you've ever had.
11: Talk about the best dream you've ever had.
12: Talk about the worst dream you've ever had.
13: Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.
14: Talk about a vacation.
15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.
16: Talk about the best party you've ever been to.
17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.
18: Talk about something that happened in elementary school.
19: Talk about something that happened in middle school.
20: Talk about something that happened in high school.
21: Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.
22: Talk about your worst fear.
23: Talk about a time someone turned you down.
24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
25: Talk about an ex-best friend.
26: Talk about things you do when you're sick.
27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else's body.
28: Talk about your fetishes.
29: Talk about what turns you on.
30: Talk about what turns you off.
31: Talk about what you think death is like.
32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.
34: Talk about the worst physical pain you've endured.
35: Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.
36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.
37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
39: Talk about things you wish you'd known earlier.
40: Talk about the end of something in your life.
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— Indie South from Red Vs. Blue.
— Amazing sense and grip on South’s personality, a badass writer too.
— Catches South in a different essence than most would, I think. 
— Really fun to interact with.
— Hella. That is all.

5 months ago with 6 notes  - via 
TAGGED AS: [[*sneaky promo*]];  

[[My mouse is broken and refusing to work, send help, I can only do so much with the keyboard!]]

5 months ago with 3 notes