Choose your battles

"I'm not here to lead the country. I'm here to serve it. If I'm a captain, then I'm a soldier." Independent & canon divergent RP blog from MCU's Steve Rogers Shielded by Adi [Rules] [Verses]

[battlesthatmatter]

battlesthatmatter is a semi-selective, low activity, mutual only, MCU canon divergent iteration of Steve Rogers, with comic influences & personal lore interwoven. Crossover, OC, & duplicate friendly. Darker and potentially triggering themes will apply. General RP etiquette in place & details below the cut. Shielded by Adi (35+).

Asks: 30 Drafts: 14 Queue: 5

Code of Conduct Content Disclaimer: This blog will have USFW themes including, but not limited to: torture, brainwashing, mentions of sexual assault, drug / alcohol use, murder, psychological / body horror, maiming, gore, sex, and violence. By following this blog you are agreeing to that you understand the nature of such themes that will occur. 

Universes

This blog is mainly MCU based with some 616 & personal influences. The main canon divergence involves Steve going Nomad and basically branching off from there. Any timelines revolving around IW/EG and such will be discussed beforehand so that both parties are on the same page. Verse list can be found here and more will develop as inspiration allows.

Formatting / Writing

I use single small text and may or may not use icons. I don’t expect you to have fancy formatting. Formatting will drop off for reading purposes for writing partners when requested. I will often try to match my partner’s writing length. I am good with single line responses to multiple paragraphs. Memes are a great way to start interactions. I am far faster with inbox content than at drafts.  Crack threads and content will be tagged accordingly.

Asks / Anon

Anon is for fun, for the ease of sideblog users, and generally a good time. It will be turned of if it’s used to harass, demean, or stir up drama. Feel free to make any asks that are answered into new threads if you so wish, just please make a new post. Memes are a fantastic way to break the ice in general, and I am open to conversing plots via IM or Discord. Inbox responses can easily evolve into threads, I just ask that they be made into new posts please.

Speed

Please do not expect speedy and or timely responses. This is not my only blog, and I reserve the right to step away when and if necessary. I have a full time job with a wack ass schedule and I am gone for days at a time on a consistent basis. I also do not expect rapid fire responses in return.

Shipping

I ship Steve with chemistry. We are multiship friendly here. If you want to possibly develop something please come talk to me about it. I won’t autoship things with Peggy simply because it’s MCU canon. Chemistry > Canon.

Blog Roll

Tony Stark @industrialspark Bucky Barnes @coldleads Frank Castle @punirearce Sarah Rogers @gctbackup

[expressions-of-nature]

by punbibi5658

[battlesthatmatter]

WHAT DOES YOUR LOVE TASTE LIKE?

Result: Cinnamon

every time your lover’s lips meet yours, the warm taste of cinnamon lingers on their mouth. your love is engulfing, comforting, it’s like being wrapped in a thick blanket on a cold morning. it’s that comfort tv show people never get tired of rewatching. it’s that cozy feeling of cuddling in october, with a steaming mug in your hand and the weight of your lover’s head on your shoulder. you’re a passionate, caring lover. you love with an open heart and you are not scared of doing it. why should love scare you? it’s the best feeling in the world. you crave being loved, you love love. you actually feel like you have too much love to give. did you wait a lot? was it hard to find the right person you could pour your heart out to? did you find that fairytale love you were fantasizing about? i hope you did, child of mine, because your heart is pure and your love is as soft as cinnamon rolls. it’s made of soft touches, like caressing their arms when you’re passing by and brushing their hair aside. or even gently scratching their back to help them fall asleep. it's made of whispers and declarations of love. don’t get me wrong, there’s still a burning flame in you. you are passionate, you are lustful. probably you do not like fighting, though. you are not confrontational, are you? it’s too good to be true, what if everything collapses? and stop questioning yourself. they truly do love you back. Tagged by: @yoursdndispatcher (<3) Tagging: @shesnipes, @sacredpyre, @serassin, @tw0f4ced, @brnzm, @eladead, @voleurcinetique & anybody else that would wish to!

[battlesthatmatter]

" Steveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, can you believe that while you were gone I was the biggest angel?"

He saw two paths; Crush Stiles' hopes into a million pieces, throw them into a blender and set to HIGH, with what Steve actually supposed happened in his absence. OR Go with the flow and see where this actually lead. Cause in all actuality, the story or more probably, stories, were going to be equally as entertaining as they were likely to churn a headache. That being said, Stiles seemed to be in a good mood and by his quick count, had all ten fingers, four limbs, and didn't obviously appear maimed. So... there was a chance that he was telling the truth. While he erred on the side of caution, one brimming with hope, that didn't quite stop his mouth from speaking before he could apply all the filter's his brain tried to throw out haphazardly. "Which variety? Cherub? Seraphim? Or did you really get ahead and found a Spirit Halloween costume in March?"

[battlesthatmatter]

*dangling from his balcony*

Typically he tried to ignore sounds from the outside world. If music wasn't playing, or the television wasn't on, he tried to chalk things up to neighbors being neighbors, or an other number of rationalities he could compose with his reasoning. However the sound was just intermittent and loud enough that it kept drawing his attention. Eventually, he could no longer ignore it and stepped out to try and figure out the answer to the mystery. One quick peer over the edge though and he peered down at Lu; immediately jumping to the second question at hand.

"Accidental, or intentional?"

[battlesthatmatter]

[Bust into his house uninvited and eats all his snacks.]

He'd been to war. He'd seen the horrors of humanity, but this? This kinda felt personal. Steve was slack jawed as he walked into the kitchen, keys rattled against the counter as he observed Stiles doing his best raccoon in the trash can impression. His focus flittered from the open fridge, to the small mountain of wrappers that had been, at least, compiled in one general vicinity. He quickly catalogued what had been consumed and then ran through his own memory to figure out what might even have survived this cataclysmic kitchen event. His voice was quiet, gently defeated as he spoke up. "Even the cheese puffs?"

[battlesthatmatter]

Crawls out from under a building. I'm not dead, and if I missed something, please just stab me.

[battlesthatmatter]

Semi hiatus; work stuff has me fucked up. ETA unknown atm.

[octoberbrunette]

[4sl]

[lilacevans]

[battlesthatmatter]

It's gonna take me some time to adjust to this new schedule. I am beat. Gonna try and recoup, chug an energy drink, and try to work on drafts tonight. I appreciate your patience.

[mischieflawed-a]

Indie & mutually exclusive safe house for 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙆𝙄 Stark, a recklessly sarcastic human who holds zero vocal filter from Teen Wolf, adapted into the world of MARVEL with verses from other fandoms alike, including but not limited to: the Vampire Diaries, Dead by Daylight,  Sherlock and more. promo credit: @jjcre8

[battlesthatmatter]

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

Steve leaned forward and shrugged off the jacket that was probably not worth salvaging. He winced. The distinct feeling of blood running down his arm grabbed his attention as the droplet continued to trace down his skin until it dropped from his elbow. With his good arm he reached up and pulled his shirt over his head and sighed. "Thank you," he bridged the silence between them as he felt Robert get to work. He'd seen enough in his time to not even be slightly curious as just to how bad the injury was. He felt confident that if it was too gruesome, Robert would say something. He'd just be thankful if he could simply get by without stitches. "So, where exactly did you pick up the medical skills? Did somebody teach you or did you learn some things on the field too?"

[battlesthatmatter]

Finally got to see Iron Lung and I'm just so proud, happy, impressed, and I had a great freaking time.

[bloodbuzzedohio]

—w.h. auden

[shesnipes]

CORRESPONDENCE: ANSWERED .

@battlesthatmatter sent: Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse.

[ Looking through Amity's camera roll, you are sure to find many, many pictures of Rogers, but also a healthy dose of Martha, Dublin, and all of the other animals sprinkled throughout. She adores all of the animals, and makes a point of sending Rogers updates on them (complete with said pictures) when he's away. And oh my god, when I tell you she is so incredibly head over heels for this man? Like, so much so that there's not even really accurate words? Yep. Absolutely smitten.

Sidenote: The vibe we were going for with the bottom left was totally Amity attempting to take a sneaky picture of Rogers without him knowing, and then him catching her as she took the pic. ]