peggy carter.

an ind. rp. / formerly xagentcarter

[mcarter]

@mcarter.

est. 2012, revamped 2024. as written by cam. mobile: rules & verses.

[mcarter]

waves.

[atwellfilm]

AGENT CARTER

Season 2, Ep. 09 《 A Little Song and Dance 》

[mcarter]

in the mood to write. ❤️  for a little starter!

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

[mcarter]

hello i made an indiana jones because i'm in love with harrison ford and also indiana jones and i always wanted to be an archaeologist so u should say hi

@indiiana

[indiiana]

X NEVER MARKS THE SPOT.

an independent indiana jones rp. rules / dossier.

[indiiana]

X NEVER MARKS THE SPOT.

an independent indiana jones rp. rules / dossier.

[indiiana]

X NEVER MARKS THE SPOT.

an independent indiana jones rp. rules / dossier.

[dontcxckitup]

His fingers curled around Peggy’s when she was taking his hands; gaze cats up to meet hers. Not one for much touching, but it was so rare between them, they had to limit it to when they were one hundred percent certain they were alone.

“I’m just wondering how much longer we can continue this…” Gareth murmured quietly. Of course something they both rather not thought about. “Do you think we can…go someplace else some time?” The safehouse was, well, safe, but not ideal: Far from romantic or even comfortable.

[mcarter]

"I'd like that," she said, her brown eyes warm as they met his. She had her ideas of paradise, places they could go to get away, but she'd hardly be picky about it; she'd take wherever they could get. "Where are you thinking?"

[snkts]

“Just tea?” He snorted, raising his eyebrows. “I’m gonna need something stronger. A lot stronger.” Ah, he missed good booze. The cheap shit they got for rations just didn’t cut it. But what would cut it was a rest. He sits, too, stocking one leg out and propping his elbow on his knee. 

“You’re not half bad yourself, Cap.” He said. It was true: she was one of the good soldiers. Never backed down from a fight, always willing to lead the charge, and knew when to follow orders and when to look for alternative solutions. The sort that was easy to work with. 

“So. Field nurse. What got you doing that?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “Don’t tell me you enjoy patchin’ up the poor bastards who wind up on cots.” 

[mcarter]

"𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒚," began Peggy, with a scoff for good measure. "Though I picked up a trick or two -- how to stop excessive bleeding, on-the-fly bullet extractions, that sort of thing." Peggy's gaze seemed far away for a moment, as if she were slipping back in time. She continued: "I was so young. I saw so much death."

She brushed some mud from her pants. She'd seen so much death and yet here she was, delivering it to the enemy. She told herself that it was different out in the field -- it was her or them, but it was death all the same.

"I followed after my brother, you see," she said, returning to Logan's question. "Yes, I suppose I could've supported the war effort by...knitting or gardening, all valiant pursuits, but ones which I am not suited to. So I became a nurse -- and it turend out to be far from the glamorous pursuit they advertise back home," she chuckled. "But I always wanted to be in the fight. And I got lucky; a chance meeting with Dr. Erskine gave me the opportunity to transfer out of the medical tent and into the S.S.R."

She turned her head to Logan, offering a curious smile. "What about you, hm?"

[my-ny]

Agent Carter text posts pt. 23/?

[the-cricket-chirps]

Jules Lefranc

Liberation

1944

[critter-of-habit]

"What's your name, darling?" "Agent."

[flashbacksech0es]

Her laughter and incredulity were unexpected.

Had she not gone through with the wedding, then?

But she was married, hopefully to a better man, then Fred Wells. Her asking him to prove it was, in fact, him was fair, as far as his family knew he was dead.

"Fair enough, how would you like me to prove I am who I say I am?"

[mcarter]

"Tell me about our childhoods," she said simply, crossing her arms. "Not -- not just where we lived and our parent's names. More than that. What we were like as children. The games we played, the stories we told..."

[dontcxckitup]

No, she didn’t need to say any more; the silence after his question was answer enough, frankly. Of course it bothered her, as it did him. Unfortunately, though, if they didn’t want to break up, there was little they could do. It couldn’t really go on, but he also wasn’t going to give up his job to be with Peggy officially – and neither would demand anything the like from her, either.

“Sometimes planning for the future isn’t all too bad.” A small smile curved up his lips for a moment. “I just…I don’t want you to regret anything about this. About…us.”

[mcarter]

Was it silly to wish, for just a moment, that they could live a normal life? Weddings and babies, vacations, sending out holiday cards from The Mallorys; getting a family dog that Gareth says he wants nothing to do with, yet soon he has a best friend. Plenty of people lived such lives, took it for granted.

But wasn't it what they did -- these two, holed up in secret -- that helped to keep the world safe for those who had those lives? That's what she'd promised when she'd become an agent, wasn't it? To keep the world safe, running smoothly, from the shadows.

She took Gareth's hands into her own, squeezed them softly. And though this all was complicated -- he knew that, surely -- she spoke without regret. "I promise you, I don't regret a thing. These moments with you are -- they're small blips of joy, that's what. Moments of peace amidst turmoil."

[onlyathief]

it wasn't like he had some kinda premonition or somethin', though it'd be nice if he had 'cos then he'd have maybe worn a little cologne and brushed his hair a bit before headin' out that day. if only he'd known he'd have a pretty thing like this under him.

truth was, remy only found out there might be somethin' wrong with that car when he was sent one helluva creepy text from some number he ain't ever seen before. worse yet, it was HIS ride, at least temporarily, so of course it'd go boom, shit like that always be happenin' to remy.

not a soul was around the parked car at first, and then she showed up, crossin' the way just as remy realized this was an attempt on his life 'bout to happen. so he did what he did best lately... and saved the damn day.

smoke plumed, thick and noxious, as flames poured from the blown up engine. it made his crimson eyes burn and he squinted down at the girl.

"remy jus' be lucky i guess. you okay?"

[mcarter]

𝐏𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, taking an inventory of each limb, though she knew it was more likely that it was the earth beneath her which was to be damaged rather than her own frame. A blessing of the serum, she supposed, still active in her bloodstream all these years later. She then glanced upwards, taking in the appearance of the man above her, who either had the best or worst timing in the world, depending on which side you took. Briefly, perhaps ridiculously, she wondered if her red lipstick had smudged from the chaos.

Peggy shifted -- still laying on the ground, but now resting on her elbows, looking up at her rescuer ever-so-casually, as if this was but an ordinary afternoon occurrence for them.

"Remy, is it?" she said, tilting her head inquisitively. "I'm Peggy. I would shake your hand, save for..." and here she shrugged, as if to say, all of this. "I do hope you're all right. You absorbed the brunt of that explosion."