Just call me 'Medic'

Idependent Marvel Roleplay Mira Hayes - Doc of S.H.I.E.L.D Tracking the tag: call-me-medic Magic!Anon: None/Accepting Mun is under 16. Smut not permitted.

[so-awesome-its-illegal]

My muse has been kidnapped for experimental 'research.' After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?

[demonwithabite-deactivated20150]

[askthejungleprincess-deactivate]

Please reblog this as silent permission for me to rp with you.

[allheroesforhire-blog]

[call-me-medic]

ooc; I know I've only replied to like two things but I feel like shit and I'm tired as hell. If there are any rps people what me to reply to, send me a message and I'll try to get back to you tomorrow. I'm balancing this rp between school work and trying to fight off depression, so replies may be slow but I will not be gone for weeks anymore. If I do end up being away for a while, I'll be sure to put a notice up about it.

Again, for the last time tonight, I am so sorry to absolutely all of you.

[call-me-medic]

In a Case of Trust and Murder // agentwarrd & call-me-medic

[agentwarrd]

He didn’t speak, there was no reason to. There was nothing that he needed or wanted to say there, it would come a time, shortly after this little walk of theirs when it would be her time to talk and explain. Who was she, what was she doing with Shield and why did she lie. And then he would have to decide, what he’d do next. The sun was high in the sky and he had to focus on the minute details around them so he wouldn’t get swept with everything that he was thinking and feeling. 

There was no time for rash decisions, that was what they had always said and he’d call to his training to help him with this pesky little situation. The coffee place that he had in mind was already in sight and he quickened his walk.

[call-me-medic]

Mira walked along beside him, mind whirring quickly. She needed somewhere to start; it was too long ago for her too even properly remember what had set her off on the path to killing whoever she wanted to. But she knew there had to be somewhere she could start, something that would make him understand. She glanced over at him and a feeling of regret filled her chest. She should have burned those files long ago along with everything else. Then this wouldn’t have been happening, somehow blissful ignorance is what had kept their friendship going. She didn’t ask about his past and he didn’t ask about her, that was just how it had been. But now it wasn’t.

He started walking faster and she followed in suit, having to take quicker steps to keep up with his long strides. The coffee place what up ahead and in a matter of seconds, they were walking inside. Mira paused to wait for Ward before heading towards and empty table, far away from everybody else. She slowly slid into the seat and waited for Ward to sit down. “What do you want to know? I don’t know what you want me to say, it was too long ago for me to remember a lot of it.” She said, crossing her hands on the table. She’d answer any questions he had to the best of her ability, after all, she owed him that.

[hawks-eye-view-deactivated20160]

Broken Down the Middle of My Heart || closed

Clint was awoken from his sleep by the shrill beeping coming from his rarely used computer in the corner. “Ugh shut up," he groaned, pulling a pillow over his head.

The beeping persisted. 

Throwing his blankets dramatically off of himself, he rolled over and glared at the offending piece of technology. “You stop that,” he commanded. “It’s like two in the morning. Let me sleep.”

The beeping persisted. 

"Okay, fine. Have it your way," the archer grumbled, pushing himself off of the bed and stumbling over to the bright screen of the computer. "What the—"

It was solitaire. A wave of sorrow swept over him and he scrubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Not cool, computer. I did not fuckin’ need this on top of everything els—”

A card moved. And another, and another until the game was beat in record time, setting off the annoying beeping that had woken him in the first place. “What the hell is—” he started, fingers moving toward the mouse…that was moving by itself… Hope flared in his chest, and maybe because it was two in the morning, maybe because he missed her so damn much, Clint Barton allowed himself to act on it.

"…Mira?"

[call-me-medic]

Mira ignored him as he groaned at her from his bed. He had to notice her at some point. He had to. She wouldn’t give up until he did. So she kept playing, if she had been alive she was sure her hands would have been killing her. The game ended, record time, and she started another game. He snapped at the computer, and thus her, from the bed.

‘Come on, get up and notice me Clint.’ She thought, tapping away, moving the cards around. She heard him moving and a giddy feeling rose into her chest. She bounced slightly on her feet, moving the aces around. He came up behind her, her fingers moved quicker.

She glanced over her shoulder at him when she heard ‘fuck’ murmured. Then she focused back on the computer, her hands moved rapidly, the mouse flying along the desk as she moved the cards into their rightful places.

She heard him say her name and hope rose in her chest, she could have cried has she still had liquids in her body. ‘I’m here, Clint. I’m right here.’ She thought to herself. There had to be some way for her to let him know it was her. Her eyes scanned over the computer, ignoring the animated fireworks flying across the screen, applauding her for her high score.

A word document. It was all she could think of that would work. She her let go of the mouse and starting time the same two words over and over again until they were over a page long.

‘I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here I’m here’

[call-me-medic]

ooc: ...hello...so, I'm alive.

Oh god, I've been gone for so long. omg I am so sorry to each and everyone of you I am the absolute biggest piece of trash ever and I hate myself and I am so so so sosososo sorry.

I'm going to go and do all of my drafts right now. I am so sorry. I know all of you have been waiting weeks and you probably hate me and I am so sorry.

I just got so caught up in school work that I completely lost track of everything else and I got super depressed that I couldn't even eat or sleep or do anything at all.

I am so sorry to each and every one of you that I have left without replies. If I haven't responded to your rp, can you please send me a message and/or a link and I will try and get back to you as quickly as I possibly can.

[call-me-medic]

[ooc: If I've taken too long to reply to you, it's because I am trash. Not you. Me. I am trash and I won't reply for like 24 000 years. Okay, good.]

[call-me-medic]

[ ooc: I've got no rps to reply to and the one I do have in drafts I can't get the muse to work with. So instead I'm lying in bed scrolling through everybody else's rps like "Where are all my replies?" Eugh T^T ]

[call-me-medic]

(◡‿◡✿) tall men that look scary and are feared by most people

(◕‿◕✿) that fall in love with itty bitty women that can bring them to their knees

[inboxideas]

Your character was held down and forced to watch mine mercilessly beaten. How does this scene affect them?

[mygodmanimadoctor-deactivated20]

Dare you to send how you’d react.

[lancashiresassyoung-archive-blog]

ŋ for my muse hitting yours ß for my muse’s reaction to yours cheating on them ə for my muse being kidnapped or your muse being kidnapped in front of mine ð for my muse finding yours dead ‽ for my muse being dumped by yours » for my muse’s reaction to seeing your muse...

[iignoble-deactivated20160120]

AU where Tumblr alerts me to people’s replies.

[misterdarcy]

EVERYONE who reblogs this will be insulted in Shakespearean fashion.

[destielayna]

I am so looking forward to this …

[sherokutakari]

I GOT MINE BEING INSULTED HAS MADE MY NIGHT

[thatstheriddle]

EVERYONE

SHES NOT JOKING

[angelofillumination-deac]

I am completely prepared for this.

[call-me-medic]

When you and a friend make plots that make muses suffer:

[call-me-medic]

RP Problems

Crying because no one's replied to you.

Crying because you have too many replies.

Crying because your OTP is together.

Crying because your OTP isn't together.

Crying because your character is happy.

Crying because your character is sad.

Crying.

[doortotheheart]

Marry, Fuck, Kiss, Cuddle, Kill, send me FIVE names.

[call-me-medic]

I fucking LOVE people who hold multiple threads with me. To me, it means you enjoy role playing with me and actually like me so, thank you to those who do that.