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[ ACCESSING FILE... ] AGENT ANGEL. ➝ STORME, AURUM; INTELLIGENCE AGENT. // it’s me, fitz, back at it again with another lovely boi, and just in time for the event! i told myself i wasn’t gonna take up a second character, but here i am, even considering taking up a third, smdh. but anyhow, this is aurum ( aka rum or AGENT ANGEL bc he’s an actual angel ), and . . . yea that’s all i got lmao. on to it, then!

#mercys:intro #( about a . )#( ooc . )#okay so his bio & wcs page are wips #and i have yet to make his playlist #but here's this just so i can get it out of the way lmao #also yes i did just spend like forty minutes just making that graphic #(':

AURUM STORME ATTENDS BETTY WINCHESTER’S NEW YEARS EVE BASH in a dashing navy tom ford two-piece and matching shirt, fit with a bronze pendant, aviator shades, and retro combat boots ( winter england-style ).

#mercys:ootd #the coloring is off in the second one bc #i dunno how to make it look better than that #you shoulda seen it before oof #anyway let's ignore the fact i don't have his intro up yet (':

i couldn’t help myself & finally made my second character! (’: i’ll get his intro up as soon as i can, but in the meantime, expect a url change as i change this account to a mumu & a re-post of zero’s intro at some point!

#mercys:ooc #( ooc . )#i'm excited oof

what is one thing you would tell your past self?

HONESTY HOUR ( currently accepting )

“ depends on which past self you’re talkin’ about, bruv. i’d tell my kid self to suck it up and fight back, but just a few years back me? don’t be such a dickhead and listen to your fuckin’ father. ”

#( * honesty . )#( * a . )#nonnie.#i've decided to use gifs for answers #and rp icons for threads #bc i'm lazy and don't want to make my own gif icons

#mercys:honesty #let's frickin go #at a crappy hotel #Ready for honesty hour

zero cooper Serving Looks with his end of the year outfit.

#mercys:ootd #me: gRaPhIC dEsiGn Is My PaSsIoN #these look horrendous but #i wanted to get this up b4 i leave (':#also yes he does wear that jacket constantly #this is what he calls smart casual #and will fight anyone who disagrees #i couldn't find a good outfit i liked for him so #that's why there's two parts lol

ghostsandgoblins

Anastasia (1997) dir. Don Bluth and Gary Goldman

#( isms [z] . )

out of character. tiny meat gang? legends. i’m gonna be listening to locals only on repeat the rest of the month. anyway, i’m going on a 14-hour ( probs more with stops ‘n’ stuff ) tomorrow down to texas, and won’t be back home until late sunday night. perfect timing with the event starting tomorrow, right? lmao. ahem. i don’t know how active i’ll be tomorrow, friday, and the weekend, because i’ll probs be super busy, but i’ll try to get to any replies and messages ASAP, as well as try to be around for at least the ending of the event! xoxo

#mercys:ooc #( ooc . )

open. rooftop @ mercy headquarters.

he hated december. he felt kind of like a grinch when he said it out loud, but he hated christmas, too. it used to be his favorite holiday, where he could spoil his dad with something nice with and his dad couldn’t say shit about it. even with the looming knowledge of his mother’s death having been too close to christmas for comfort, it was a time he could bring up his dad’s spirits -- it was special.

now, it was ruined, and he wanted nothing to do with the entire month.

he sat on the ledge of the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, kicking back and forth. he frowned down at his hands, fiddling with the keychain in them. he felt a strong urge to just throw it, but his hands shook at the idea -- if he’d done that, he knew he’d regret it in the morning, and he’d panic trying to find it.

he huffed, watching his visible breath fade, and stuck it into one of his pockets, expression completely changing. he smirked and looked back towards the person behind him. “ what brings you t’my office? ” he leaned forward, hands gripping the ledge for more balance as he continued to kick his feet carelessly.

#mercys:starter #death mention cw #pls don't feel the need to match this #i did not mean for it to be this long rip #i just got muse for dayz ya'll #anyway #have fun with this cheeky grinch asdlkfjas #( * starter [o] )

sagamemes

crucial muse development questions. send a number in my inbox to find out more about my character as a person ( because often, the most important things about character development have nothing to do with their shoe size or netflix queue ).

what would completely break your character?

what was the best thing in your character’s life?

what was the worst thing in your character’s life?

what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

what is your character reluctant to tell people?

how does your character feel about sex?

how many friends does your character have?

how many friends does your character want?

what would your character make a scene in public about?

for what would your character give their life?

what are your character’s major flaws?

what does your character pretend or try to care about?

how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

what is your character afraid of?

#( * memes . )

AGENT ANDROID.

some people were morning people, some people were night owls and then there was priya - who was basically everything. even after two cups of coffee - which a little close to her limit of four (as said by alizeh), priya had been buzzing off of the walls. there were missions that she had to help with, things that she had to research and well? she had to keep her office clean. the brunette was buzzy zipping around her room when she heard the door click open, not bothering to take a peak and see who it was. “hold that thought - “ she beamed, grabbing one last notebook to place onto the right side of her computer, which was the side she wrote on. as soon as the bright green hit her desk, her attention was on the person hanging in her door way. as she turned, her free arm hit a pile of paper work, causing each and every piece of secret information to hit the ground. instead of darting to pick it up, the brunette shifted in her seat - keeping her eyes on her co-worker the entire time. “how can i help you?” priya pondered, eyes turning to the side to look at her new mess and then back again.

with little sleep and no one to bother, of course he’d find himself making a beeline towards the busy bee. sure, he could have been in the training room, or doing something else productive, but why be productive when you can just burden someone else with your presence? especially someone who definitely doesn’t have time to deal with you.

he opened the door just a little, at first, peaking in to make sure she was there ( of course she was; it was stupid to think otherwise ), then opened it enough to where he could lean against the door’s frame. he patiently waited, grin softening to a half-smile and a raised eyebrow.

on instinct, he flinched and moved towards the papers moments after they fell. he didn’t even have time to process the question before he was gathering all the papers and handing them back to their owner with a small smile. after a brief but very awkward silence, his brain finally processed the question, and he cleared his throat and stuffed his hands back in his jacket pockets. he shrugged and grinned wide. “ jus’ wanted someone to bother, if i’m bein’ honest. ”

#( interaction[z] . )#( agent android . )#i'm crying bc she's so Cute

gvgvdans

- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts

“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”

#let's get a n g s t y #( * memes . )

AGENT TEQUILA.

the air was crisp & burned against his cheeks. it caused them to flare up in a soft shade of red yet he didn’t mind much. with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat he quietly regretted not bringing a pair of gloves with him up here. the rooftop of the hq hosted a great deal of memories. the dirty couch & creaky lawn chairs were proof of that. ❝ i remember i used to steal my dad’s prescription ❞ — he used air quotes to emphasize prescription — ❝ & get all the junior agents up here to have a kickback. good times. ❞ he looks down, shakes his head, & finally brings his chin up to look at the guest who decided to join him. ❝ sorry dude, i feel like rooftops are designated locations for being in your feels. ❞

rooftops were the number one spot for when you needed alone time. he’d spent a good portion of his time up on rooftops before he came to mercy. he’d perch himself on the edge and look down at the streets below, and up and around at the horizon. it was calming, even with the knowledge that he could slip or lean too far forward and fall.

he huffed in frustration when he finally got to the hq’s rooftop, once tense shoulders sagging in disappointment. his brows furrowed and he almost turned to leave, but stopped at the agent’s voice. an eyebrow raised, he turned back around. “ wish i’da been there. ‘sounds ace. ” he sniffled and took a hand out from his jacket to lightly scratch his jaw. “ nah, bruv, ya don’t ‘ave to apologize. i of all people understand. ” his lips twitched upwards into a tight-lipped, sympathetic smile for a few seconds before his expression became neutral again.