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@captnrgrs
#CAPTNRGRS a private & highly selective narrative exploration of steve rogers, aka captain america. primary influence is drawn from mixed-media, with inspiration gathered from comics, films, & video games.
a study in the sacrifice of self, the burdens of power, & always doing what you think is right, no matter the cost. est. 6 / 26 / 21 re-est. 7 / 12 / 22, low activity & slow reply. handled by alex. he/him. 33. pst.
— CARRD.
ok, i tried, but steve is getting shuffled back to the multi - find him at @ceremonially
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#FALQUIN - an independent, private, and selective roleplay blog for joaquin torres / falcon of the marvel cinematic universe. est. mar. 2021. expanded upon by sarah. ©
— 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎.
lowkey dash promo for my new best boy !
ok before i really settle in to work i have to call out @lovelack for basically tainting my childhood memories of delicious cold treats.
first five asks get a smooch from the ol’ stars & stripes !
there's no space between them as soon as the quinjet hits altitude and the auto-pilot button is jabbed with a quick punch. steve closes the distance between himself and @grievences with a long stride. there's a heat blossomed of irritation beneath his collar, but now that he's standing in front of nat the wind at his sails suddenly settles into calmer waters. ❝ — you should have called sooner, ❞ it's a sentiment that had sounded bolder before the words were issued, instead it softens as does his expression. the firm line of his frown turning up on the tails of a sigh. ❝ i could have helped.❞
they were supposed to be disappearing, that's what had set them on different paths for the time being. wakanda for him and off the grid for her. unwilling to share the exact location because she knew he wouldn't be able to stay away. part of him feels a swell of self righteousness, they should have stayed together, but this wasn't the time or place for him to be petty. not with having an inclination of what she'd been through in the last few days.
❝ you scared me, ❞ he offers the truth as a balm, knowing he'd had his boots on the edge of crossing the line. he reaches up and softly grips her chin between his thumb and forefinger, his gaze always trying to discern the true nature of her emotions in the depth of her eyes, without much luck. ❝ i'm just glad you're safe.❞ the kiss he offers is warmth and reassurance, an unspoken promise that they weren't splitting up anymore. they were a team, and he'd let events fracture that, but not them. he wasn't going to let anything come between them again.
first five asks get a smooch from the ol’ stars & stripes !
dirty boots and a hard saddle had been traded for a hot bath and clean sheets. it was something akin to heaven, of that steve was certain. further illustrating his point was the angelic company, a tousle of red hair across his chest and sly blue eyes regarding him with a playful spark. ❝ — what's that look? ❞ there's a smile to lighten the gruff tired scrape of his voice as he twirls a tendril of auburn between his fingers.
pink and orange stain the wallpaper through gathered lace curtains as the sun tips its hat to the day. shadows all casting a bit longer, shifting to mark the last few hours before dark settled over the calm valley. ❝ good trouble or bad trouble? ❞ he could never be sure with ms. shaw what he'd be in for, but whatever it was always held the promise of fun, or at least the opportunity to punch a few unscrupulous characters.
❝ i'm up for either, ❞ he lets his thumb trace gently over the rise of her cheek before shifting down to capture her lips in a chaste kiss. ❝ but i might need a very short nap…❞ it's a light tease, nearly a whisper as he lets the tip of his nose bump hers. ❝ though @vmaeved, you are ever the embodiment of temptation. ❞
FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS
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if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”
MARGARET SHAW ( vmaeved )
she remembers BEING HIM, once ( before she’d been drenched in gasoline whiskey & burned by an errant spark catching along the corner of her violent edges that caught her down to the crisp ). idealism, the determined, bone-deep urge to do something, to make a difference.
she knows better now.
“ yeah, that’s it. ” the only way to make a difference is to get up the ladder, & that has a perilous cost come from carving public perception until it fits the right mold, until it’s painted with acceptable colors & underscored by the perfect soundtrack, following all the predetermined steps that go along with this particular dance. she’s here for one reason & one reason ONLY: to manipulate the public’s telescopic zoom in on steve rogers so that he can get the job done without sacrificing himself the way that she has. “ don’t get your briefs in a fucking twist about it. ”
her heart is a battleground razed & smoking but that doesn’t mean HIS has to be, too. the only thing she’ll bring him is ruin. so, she pushes herself out past the blockage of his shoulders without thinking about what the shape of it would feel like under her palm, crests her fingertips through the tipple of a curl at her temple, & tugs down at the tails of her shirt as though she could smooth out what this is between them.
“ we’re adults. you’re a good guy & a nice piece of ass but that doesn’t mean we have to fuck up our working relationship over a KISS. ”
it’s mean ( & she doesn’t mean it ) but he’s TOO GOOD to get it on his own. they can’t do this, not now & not ever if he wants to climb his way to the top to slay the dragon from the head down. she reaches past him at the tumbled-out papers shifted all over the desk where they’d started to tumble toward a tryst & snatches the corner of analytics prepared ahead of tomorrow’s press junket. she doesn’t need to read it, has each line committed to precise memory, but she can’t handle turning to see that shattered optimism cracking the blue out of his eyes right now. “ ——– you’d do better in the polls with some hometown prom queen anyway. ”
it had been foolish of him to think, when he'd started out in politics, that he wouldn't let it change him. she'd known him then, but perhaps the memory was distorted with time and the man that he'd become. the man that stood before her now. that first race for public office, he'd stayed up late drinking beers with bucky and sam and waxed poetic about how he was going to change the system, not change for it. a fiery idealism that had burned low with each campaign trail he traveled. yes, he still believed he could make a difference, but he knew now that it didn't come without concessions and compromise.
holding the next office and fighting the next battle used to be a future he saw as a fixed point, but it was no longer true north. instead it was something he'd be willing to set aside in order to walk another path. scorn colors her rebuke and her words start to feel like death from a thousand small cuts. there's a stormcloud of emotions brewing in his chest, shame and sorrow paramount among them. it had been a long way to fall from the illusion he'd built, crafted in fine detail over the years he'd pined for her. how could he have been so wrong about everything? it was her job to help ensure his victory and she had her work cut out for her because clearly he was clueless.
watching her turn away makes him take another step back, not wanting her to feel boxed in, but not sure he could just walk away without saying anything.
they were adults after all, and he'd just claimed an ability to remain neutral in the face of rejection — now he had to make sure that hadn't been a false promise. so he lets the sting of everything sink into him, absorbed to be numbed later with another few drinks at the hotel bar. ❝ — the polls, ❞ he echoes with a light scoff, unable to keep hold of disbelief as he crosses his arms over his chest. ❝ prom queen? wow… that's great advice ms. shaw. you know any? ❞
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# LTROOSTER . am i dismissed ?
oh hi new bestie, i just wanted to pop along here and say that it has been the best thing to get to know you recently and i am just in awe of the talent and the joy that you bring to your characters and the dash in general. you are a delight to know and get to plot with and i hope you know how loved and cherished you are ! ilu <3
kenna !! my love & light in these trying times. i can’t say how much i’ve appreciated your support & your company lately. it has been an absolute joy getting to chat & plot with you. i seriously love your brain!! & i love everything we’ve plotted across the board. you are such a force for positivity in the rpc & on behalf of everyone i have to just say thank you so much for being you! you are a true treasure <3
THE DAME ( damecrime )
❝ but you are the only one that is capable of following instructions that aren’t drawn in crayon. ❞ the quip that the man offers is met with a slow tilt of her head, perplexity merely a watercolor stain upon her features like she truly doesn’t understand what she might have done to suggest such a thing to him. ❝ which is why you’re here. i’m afraid that slight competence is all that your organization has to offer. ❞
her smile serves as a punctuation mark rather than a kindness, gone the moment it reaches full breadth as she turns towards the foyer closet to retrieve her coat. ❝ the only thing curious about you is how you were given a shield and decided it was best used as a weapon. you will be available to drive me back home, yes ? ❞
the observation she offers with such casual assurance notches a smile in his cheek while the gears turning in his head trying to identify her angle keep coming up short. the way she conducts herself, the show she makes of grabbing her coat when she had plenty of time to put it on before he arrived, every detail is filed away for later analysis. it wasn't as if she was the only person who wanted to get face time with captain america, but she was the only one that claimed to have information on a series of murders targeting senior agents and their informants.
❝ you know what they say, ❞ her mention of the shield draws his attention to its weight, and he struggles not to let his mind turn toward the past. the commentary was likely meant as a distraction, but from what? ❝ the best defense is a good offense. ❞ a gesture is offered toward the door, an unspoken indication for her to lead the way. ❝ i also think there are at least three other curious things about me. for the record. ❞ he side-steps the last question, it wouldn't be his choice when the time came for her to be released how it would be handled.
THE DAME ( damecrime )
❝ i was beginning to worry that you’d gotten lost. ❞ if one is meant to be arrested then it was paramount to do so in the proper footwear - crimson-soaked jimmy choo’s serve the occasion, heels sounding like shotgun fire against the echoey expanse of the tiled foyer. it is here in one of several homes that elle accurately predicts he might find her … or where she has chosen to be found.
❝ but i’m curious - if you’re here with me then who is out looking for the real killer ? ❞
steps are tread carefully, the figurative ice beneath his boots thin enough to crack at any moment. finely tuned instincts thread tension through his core, he was smart enough to know when something was too good to be true. the face of surrender offered was a means to an end, and the dame's reputation bid him worry that he might not understand the scope of things until she lifted the veil.
❝ — i'm not the only guy on shield's payroll, ❞ his voice hits a casual mark, a contrast to the shield secured to his arm rather than at ease against his back, and the distance he maintains between them. fury had been very clear this woman was not to be underestimated, but the file he'd provided made her seem like a ghost story. ❝ i was told you requested me to bring you in, you in the market for an autograph? ❞
