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independent, selective and semi-private DANIEL SHAW from CHUCK. written by dottie.

[blackbriiar]

For some reason, Shaw had 10 drafts and ‘Im dying except him stealing babies I have no idea anymore what I did on this blog?

[blackbriiar]

side eyes

       here to steal ur babies

[fuckyeahstrahovski]

I knew you’d bite.

[lemonyandbeatrice]

3x04 // 3x13

[aestheticgram]

[agentwalkcr-blog]

@blackbriiar

[vickysoldgifs-deactivated202011]

v; undercover operation • a chuck inspired, au group verse based around spies who are working together…but don’t know anyone else around them is also a spy.

Burbank, California: home to many beaches, many production studios and…the Buy More. There’s nothing particularly striking or interesting about the Buy More, especially with a Large Mart right next door – all it really has to offer is cheap electrical goods, and mediocre customer service. Oh, and a CIA-NSA base right underneath. 

Unbeknownst to most of the staff, there isn’t a single Buy More employee who is not a spy. That said, aside from those who’ve worked together before…most are unaware of their coworkers’ affiliations. Everyone is keeping secrets…but when it’s the same secret, it might not stay that way for long.

inspired, of course, by nbc’s chuck. you don’t need to be at all familiar with the show to join the group verse. this is significantly au. but, canons from the show are entirely welcome. canons from any fandom are welcome, as are original characters. 

all you really need to know is that this is the store they’ll be working in. that’s pretty much the only canon chuck thing that’ll be here really.

the group verse tag will simply be v; undercover operation. characters bios, open starters, plotting calls, etc. are all 100% welcome and encouraged!!

the initial basis for this is pretty simple, but can & will be developed!! pre-established connections are definitely okay, though many of these characters won’t know everyone around them is in the same boat. that’s where development, keeping & discovering secrets comes in!!

the general group verse rules apply: no ooc drama, no duplicate face claims, be friendly, etc etc!!

if you have any questions, feel free to im me / shoot me an ask.

tl;dr - i’m pretty new to group verses, so i’m starting this off simple. developments will come over time. the general basis is just a bunch of government agents & spies working cover jobs in an electronics store, unaware that everyone they’re working with is in the same boat. they all think they’re surrounded by civilians, so the fun comes in the form of trying to hide their identities, discovering those around them while making connections and bonds, etc etc.

TO APPLY: submission box.

character name ( face claim ), age, affiliation (CIA/NSA/etc) • written by name, age, pronouns, timezone.

CURRENT GROUP MEMBERS:

sarah walker ( yvonne strahovski ), thirty, CIA • written by vicky, 22, she/her, gmt // @idyllicism.

chuck bartowski ( zachary levi ), thirty, CIA • written by laurel, 21, she/her, est // @epicisms.

natasha romanoff ( scarlett johansson ), 32,  NSA  • written by jade, 38, she/her, est // @warfated.

sara lance ( caity lotz ), 28, CIA • written by tina, 22, she/her, gmt +2 // @strcngminds.

rapunzel peyton ( taylor swift ), 24, CIA • written by Lissa, 23, she/her, est // @imthelcstprincess.

daniel shaw ( brand routh ), 30, rogue CIA • written by dottie, 19, she/her or they/them, gtm+½ // @blackbriiar.

[agentwalkcr-blog]

“This is my team. And nobody, ESPECIALLY Daniel Shaw, is going to take us down.”

                       Independent Selective Private (S)low Activity Chuck RP blogs for:

Chuck Bartowski  

seasons 1-2 main // penned by Dottie 

Sarah Walker

seasons 1-4 main // Formerly wiildcardenforcer // Rebooted April 2017 // Penned by Christina

John Casey 

Revamped April 2017 // Penned by Gabriel

Daniel Shaw 

Sideblog // Follows from drcwningvoices // Penned by Dottie

Personals DON’T reblog, please!

[mirandaharmony-deactivated20180]

[johnsreese]

Favourite Chuck villain (Daniel Shaw)

[lemonyandbeatrice]

3x04 // 3x13

[flashandtheholograms]

[chuckoholic]

Haha, gag reel!

[blackbriiar]

Lord have mercy on me as I sort this mess out.

[hrimhvat-a]

Hate it when you try to kill someone and they don’t die. Like, how rude do you have to be?

[becpunzel-deactivated20190728]

Ten Days of TV | Shows 1/10: Chuck

[blackbriiar]

@bethewhitecanary liked this. ( no longer accepting )

               The noise still echoed in his ears, so simple, so loud and yet almost drowned out by his own thundering heart as trembling fingers laced themselves around the heavy metal in his hand            a gun. His suit hadn’t been functional, his friends in danger and it happened so fast; the moment he had decided to pick the firearm up, something inside of him had snapped. He blinked his eyes shut and when brown orbs were once more graced with the dim lights the warehouse held it felt like a different man stood there. Not in front of him, but in the very spot - the very body - Ray had been supposed to occupy. Seemingly without any effort, the stranger had stepped into his skin and an eerie sense of calm had guided his movements. Vividly he still remembered how he had almost blindly taken out henchman after henchman. One shot, he then had promised himself before another one rung in his ears and then a third and a fourth had followed. Some unfamiliar part of his mind provided him with the knowledge that he would soon run out of bullets, while another part much quieter and even more lethal, told him it wouldn't matter anymore.

              All of that seemed to have happened a lifetime ago. Yet, he still stood with the gun in hand among corpses                the fact that something like satisfaction tugged at the corners of his lips should’ve terrified him, instead, the stranger within his own flesh had begun to bleed into Ray. Shaw. This new person crashed through his mind with a flood of pictures and data but no memories. There was still so much missing, so many terrifying details he needed to discover but for the first time in so long                he felt whole. One last bullet found its way through the thick skull of the last living gangster before the gun finally     FINALLY!     was lowered. Ray wheezed out a breath, spun around to Sara with terror written across his slack features before he threw the weapon to the floor and Shaw took a step forward. Slowly at first unsure of the new situation before he calmly bent down to untie her.

                                            “ Are you hurt? ”

[blackbriiar]

atomiism.

                The visceral horror churning in his gut almost steals his breath , the feeling clouding his larynx & & sending firing synapses into a chaotic frenzy in its attempts to make sense of what he’s seeing — his own FACE on someone else — but not just anyone else , a doppelganger of sorts . But it’s all wrong , the composition of naturally handsome countenance has been altered , perverted with the touch of nightmares crawling out from the shadows , coming alive in the shaded planes that slice across his visage — a darkness smoking underneath flawless skin .

                 ──────── At first , excitement had ricocheted in his veins like the verified electricity of a curious child who’d just discovered a fantastic SECRET & & couldn’t wait to explore . All of the possibilities laid out in a roadmap in front of him , imagination painting avenues a shining aureate ultramarine , paved in the twin idols of HOPE & & WONDER . And now ?  he’s TERRIFIED , intrigued & & disgusted all at once , shivers rolling down his spine as he keeps blinking , hoping that what he’s seeing is just a cruel trick of the eyes . But no , his doppelganger stands before him with a menacing curve of the lips that paints a SCYTHE onto perfectly hollow visage . ( how can that be him ? )

The grin the other tries to place upon stiff jawline makes his skin crawl & & Ray takes a small step back in an instinctual defense mechanism ingrained upon the need for survival — to keep himself untainted from this TWISTED thing cloaked in insidious black wearing a mask he’s only familiar with in the true reflection of a mirror . 

              ❝ Work for ? I don’t work F O R anyone . ❞ Confusion mars guarded expression in a fleeting second washing through the canyon between them , lapping at identical ankles in a desperate attempt to drown them both . ❝ Who are you ? Are you from an alternate earth ? What’re you doing here ? ❞ 

              In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what he had expected but the nonsense his doppelganger spurted still managed to startle him and although nothing showed on his face a single step forward was taken. Closer and closer to an abandoned shell wearing his face. But the man’s mask was FLAWED, displayed an error and presented such a foolish terror he couldn’t help but wanted to rip it away from him. How dare the moron taint his visage with weakness.                                                And he wondered just what would it take to corrupt a man that vulnerable?

                                                                                                    OH.

              Like curtains did Shaw let the amusement fall over his features and hid the night terrors the other man had spotted immediately. What use was there in ending the masquerade, in tearing the costume away from tender flesh when instead he could use it? Images flashed before his inner eyes, sweet dreams that made him want to take the man apart, not like they had done to him, but careful and delicate and fibre by fibre so when he could put his doppelganger back together it would be perfect. Disgusting and coated with GRIME and GORE but so beautifully wrong.

              It was the demon’s claw he held out, his skin soft and promising but just as cold as the rest of him. “ Well, hello then, ” he tried. Muscles moved and an invisible knife cut his edges away, mutilated his own features further and further until he could FEIGN IGNORANCE. “ So you don’t work for anyone, huh? Nobody sent you after me                     ? ” The question was left open, one possible answer he had already heard and his interests lay far from having to listen to another badly worded lie.

              “ Tell me     what’s your name? ” His voice was smooth, honey-like venom banished the curiosity he was supposed to express and yet another step forward laced his stance with something   l i k e   SERENITY. It was just a picture, nothing real as his training never allowed him to relax but the moment the other one would move, Shaw would do too. For now, he wanted to PLAY with his prey, tug at strings and make the stranger dance until he would use said wire to strangle the ghost.