𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙠𝙚

but,  he  does  keep  calling  us  the  astro  ambassadors. 

[qquaisy]

―  ―  ―           𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘   𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍     :     quake.     independent   and   selective   roleplay   blog,   click   the   link   for   the   google   doc.     this   blog   contains   mature   themes,   triggering   content,   and   the   mun   is   25+.     original   characters,   canon   characters,   and   crossovers   are   always   welcome !

[qquaisy]

i    have    been    consumed    by    video    games,    and    i    still    am,    heh.        forgive    me.        i    shall    reply    to    everything    i    owe    soon    -    ish.    

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

[qquaisy]

―  ―  ―           𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘   𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍     :     quake.     independent   and   selective   roleplay   blog,   click   the   link   for   the   google   doc.     this   blog   contains   mature   themes,   triggering   content,   and   the   mun   is   25+.     original   characters,   canon   characters,   and   crossovers   are   always   welcome !

[qquaisy]

[qquaisy]

ship    w    me,   you   cowards     !!

[qquaisy]

@urbxnlegxnd​​   :   closed   starter   for   lee   “trip”.

okay,    so    things    were    a    little    weird            ―            a    little    off,    but    at    first    it    was    nothing    too    alarming.    sure,    flying    your    spacecraft    right    through    something    that    looks    an    awful    lot    like    a    tear    in    space    time    would    definitely    make    anyone    feel    a    little    suspicious    coming    out    of    the    other    side    unscathed.    which    is    exactly    what    happened    to    daisy    and    kora    as    they    explored    the    depths    of    space    on    zephyr    three.    mack    had    been    expecting    them    to    be    gone    for    months,    if    not    years,    on    this    space    exploration,    but    after    that    glitch    in    the    matrix    type    of    moment,    daisy    had    to    at    least    touch    base.    

she    tried    comms    first.    zephyr    three    has    never    had    an    issue    contacting    base    before,    but    this    time            ―            the    signal    was    completely    dead.    not    just    dead,    though            :            but    it    was    as    if    their    communication    systems    never    existed,    on    mack’s    end    at    least.    they    made    it    back    to    earth    as    soon    as    possible,    all    the    while    wondering    what    could    be    happening.    

her    lines    to    fitzsimmons    and    even    coulson    were    non    -    existent    as    well,    which    really    made    daisy    worry.    what    could    have    happened    ?    was    is    possible    for    the    chronicoms    to    still    be    trying    to    destroy    them,    picking    them    off    one    by    one    ?    was    that    tear    in    space    time    their    doing    ?    so    many    questions,    but    still    no    answers.    the    lighthouse    was    empty,    which    was    concerning.    that    was    her    first    hint    that    they    must    be    in    a    different    timeline.    but...    it    looks    like    present    day    still.    daisy    racked    her    brain,    and    kora    wasn’t    much    help    since    she’s    never    experienced    the    original    timeline    the    way    daisy    had.    she    settled    on    checking    everywhere    they    had    bases,    the    zephyr    traveled    even    quicker    in    their    own    atmosphere.   

she    found    herself    at    one    of    their    old    bases    underground            ―            the    playground.    this    time    there    were    agents    present,    and    daisy    found    herself    standing    outside    of    the    director’s    door.    confusion    and    concern    consumed    her,    but    she    wouldn’t    know    anything    until    she    saw    a    familiar    face.    knocking    on    the    door    first,    daisy    glances    back    at    her    sister    who    followed    along    close    behind    the    other    inhuman,    before    opening    the    door,            ❛❛    mack    ?    ❜❜

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[qquaisy]

[qquaisy]

―  ―  ―           𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘   𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍     :     quake.     independent   and   selective   roleplay   blog,   click   the   link   for   the   google   doc.     this   blog   contains   mature   themes,   triggering   content,   and   the   mun   is   25+.     original   characters,   canon   characters,   and   crossovers   are   always   welcome !

[qquaisy]

𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙰:

He knew Daisy was going through a lot, wandering the halls that USED to be filled with friends that she considered family. Though he couldn’t say he could relate completely but he did know what it was like to lose a team he felt was family. Hell, he HAD it in war with his comrades and then in the SSR before that was broken up. Now he was brought here and made different connections he never would have dreamed of having. He was adjusting which was different than her own adjustment and he was doing his BEST to give her the space she needed along with the comfort. It was a boundary he didn’t want to cross unless she was comfortable with. There was no intent to have her overshare, not till she was READY even if he wasn’t certain if she ever would be. 

Knowing her, she’d act like everything was okay until it got too much. Not that he would let that happen but again, all on her own time. So he sat in the former command room with a BOOK recommended by Simmons. She said it would give him some perspective on space and the ideas of where thought and progress was in this new century. Not like he was going to deny ANY advice on what to read or do when it came to this new time. So far he had found it rather interesting and couldn’t complain much, even if he looked up some words on the computer. Thankfully Daisy showed him how to use Google. He was finishing up a chapter WHEN a familiar voice rang out, causing him to look up and see Daisy there with a bottle of rum in hand. 

Shutting the book, his brown EYES remained on the other as he watched her come closer. His brow arched a moment as he tentatively reached for the bottle, looking to see if she planned on producing any glasses. Seemed that was out of the question. Still, he had bottle in HAND and it gave him a moment to look from it to her. “How much have you had already?” He asked with a small tilt of his head, deciding to take a small swig only when she answered. Seeing as there was NO glass, it meant she was drinking from the bottle and that meant something he would have to do as well. Not that hit bothered him, he’d shared many bottles like that back DURING the war. 

A small chuckle left his lips at her question as the book was moved from his lap to the desk beside him. “Oh, I don’t know about being interested in it. Simmons recommended it and so I decided to GIVE it a shot. It does help a little bit with the time travel nonsense you all subjected to me.” 

❛❛    ―    that    much,    ❜❜        daisy    answers    his    question    by    nodding    toward    the    bottle    of    rum    that    was    now    within    his    grasp.    it    was    probably    only    lacking    the    equivalent    of    about    three    or    four    small    glasses.    her    lips    are    curved    into    a    gentle    smirk,    though    there    is    still    a    hint    of    melancholy    within    her    gaze.    ❛❛    i    don’t    know,    i    thought    maybe    having    a    few    drinks    would    make    me    feel    a    little    less    sad            ―            until    i    realized    that    drinking    alone    was    even    sadder,    ❜❜    a    half    chuckle,    half    sigh    escapes    her    as    she    pulls    up    an    empty    office    chair,    giving    it    a    spin    before    sitting    in    it    backwards    and    resting    an    arm    on    the    back.    she    uses    her    other    hand    to    reach    out    for    the    bottle.

❛❛    besides,    there’s    no    reason    for    me    to    be    sad            ―            we    literally    beat    the    odds,    made    it    back    to    the    O.G.    timeline.    i    got    a    sister,    and...    ❜❜    there’s    a    beat    as    she    meets    his    gaze    to    retrieve    the    bottle    of    rum,    letting    her    chocolate    hues    glance    him    up    and    down    absently    before    continuing,    ❛❛    ―    you’re    here.    ❜❜    she    takes    another    swig    from    the    bottle,    hoping    she    wasn’t    blushing.    

❛❛    i’m    really    sorry    about    all    of    the    nonsense,    again,    ❜❜    she    tells    him,    repeating    his    use    of    the    word    with    a    bit    of    emphasis    as    she    hands    him    back    the    glass    bottle,    ❛❛    for    what    it’s    worth,    you    being    here    definitely    helps    with    my    team....    not    being    here,    ❜❜    another    short    sigh    is    released    as    her    eyes    fall    upon    the    book    he    had    been    reading    once    more.    she    never    was    a    religious    person,    she    always    just    thought    she    was    an    atheist,    but            ―            it’s    kind    of    hard    to    hold    the    belief    in    nothing    after    everything    she’s    seen    so    far.    she    doesn’t    believe    in    any    religious    type    of    god,    but    she    can’t    rule    out    some    kind    of    higher    power.    who’s    to    say    what    the    nature    of    their    reality    actually    is    ?   

❛❛    have    you    ever,    like    ―    believed    in    god    ?    were    you    raised    with    some    kind    of    religious    upbringing    ?    ❜❜    she    knows    the    question    is    a    little    bit    random,    but    she’s    just    genuinely    curious.    the    only    person    she    ever    really    had    any    religious    or    philosophical    conversations    with    was    mack.    

[qquaisy]

@miserystole​​     :     closed   starter   for   blink   ( clarice ). 

their    space    team    has    consisted    of    the    female    inhuman    trio    for    a    couple    of    months    now,    traveling    the    open    universe    on    their    spacecraft,    zephyr    three,    in    search    of    other    sentient    life    to    recruit    to    their    faction    of    space    pioneers.    so    far,    they’ve    only    managed    to    discover    barren    planets    and    a    group    of    space    outlaws,    or    pirates,    or    whatever    the    fuck    they    called    themselves,    trying    to    steal    the    inhuman    team’s    ship,    resources    and    supplies.    of    course,    they    didn’t    succeed    ―    especially    not    after    kora    used    her    nuclear    abilities    to    vaporize    the    outlaws’    much    smaller    ship    within    seconds.    

they    thought    that    was    the    end    of    it    for    a    while.    their    small    bubble    of    the    universe    was    silent    and    still    as    the    team    rested    within    their    bunks    on    the    massive    spacecraft.    however,    their    peaceful    slumber    was    short    -    lived    as    the    zephyr’s    alarm    begins    to    blare    out,    indicating    a    breach    and    scaring    the    absolute    fuck    out    of    daisy.    she    jumps    out    of    her    bed,    but    before    she    can    even    make    it    to    her    door,    it’s    being    opened    and    something    is    thrown    inside.    it’s    leaking    gas    that    fills    her    room    within    seconds,    and    before    she    even    has    time    to    process    what    is    happening,    the    inhuman    is    coughing    and    collapsing    onto    the    floor    of    her    bunk,    unconscious    in    a    matter    of    moments.   

an    unknown    amount    of    time    passes    before    daisy    finally    begins    to    come    to    ―    her    head    is    pounding    and    her    body    feels    heavy.    the    affects    are    a    lot    like    coming    to    after    being    shot    by    an    ICER,    only    times    that    by    like    twenty.    the    inhuman    groans    as    she    opens    her    eyes,    seeing    the    empty    canister    on    the    floor    ―    which    reminds    her    of    what    happened    in    the    first    place.    

struggling    to    get    up    onto    her    feet,    her    knees    trembling    beneath    her    weight    as    she    tries    to    shake    off    whatever    alien    fumes    she    just    breathed    in    ―    daisy    quickly    shuffles    out    of    her    room    and    goes    to    the    room    closest    to    hers            :            clarice.    opening    her    door,    she    sees    the    other    female    on    the    floor,    still    unconscious    with    the    same    canister    that    was    in    daisy’s    room.    ❛❛    blink,    ❜❜    daisy    says,    crouching    down    beside    the    other    to    gently    shake    her    awake,    ❛❛    blink,    wake    up    ―    the    zephyr    was    just    breached,    i    think    it    might    have    been    those    fuckin’    space    pirates.    ❜❜

[i-am-not-a-guardian-deactivated]

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

[qquaisy]

*            a    verse    in    which    daisy    &    sousa    (    @agntsousa    )    get    pulled    from    their    timeline    and    they    find    themselves    forty    years    into    the    future    within    moments,    brought    forward    in    time    by    none    other    than    their    now    fully    grown    children,    michael    &    jiaying.    

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[qquaisy]

*            a    verse    in    which    daisy    &    sousa    (    @agntsousa    )    get    pulled    from    their    timeline    and    they    find    themselves    forty    years    into    the    future    within    moments,    brought    forward    in    time    by    none    other    than    their    now    fully    grown    children,    michael    &    jiaying.    

[qquaisy]