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@roxyxmorton-blog
hi hey hello i know i haven’t been on this blog in forever
this is to announce that i am moving roxy to my mulimuse @civitatum-corda
there are a few threads i’m not dropping, but other than that i’m going to just drop everything because my activity has been so spotty that it’s not fair to my writing partners to try to make them remember what we were writing like 300 million years ago.
please do come over and write with me there, though, if you’d like!
faqoloqy:
If you’re not amazed by the stars on a clear night then we won’t work.
agentnivian:
Briggs paused at the doorway and backtracked for a moment when she thought of something.
“He’s going to be in the meeting I’m about to run off to,” she replied. “Meeting shouldn’t go over a half hour if you want to contact him then. Typical tech nerd meeting to discuss coding and firewalls to protect all of the branches from any crazed billionaire signals and hacking.” She checked her watch before excusing herself to run off in the direction of the board room.
“Glad she arrived Nivian,” Merlin concluded as the other tech personnel from other branches logged off. He fixed his glasses and noted that he’d check in with Lancelot shortly.
“Oh and before I forget, you might need to assist her with eh, oh a potential mission,” Merlin dropped in as he fixed his stack of papers. “Naturally, you would be her handler, of course. We’re not certain about this target’s purpose but it’s safer to err on the side of caution. And um, she’s performing in one of those…plays showing now in New York. Something Sleep?”
“Sleep No More?” Briggs prompted. “So I’m guessing we’re attending a performance of Sleep No More for observations?”
“Tickets will be on your desk - you’re welcome to attend as well or you can simply have Lancelot attend while you guide her. Information should be there too for the target,” Merlin concluded. He gave a sharp nod of his head before ending the video conference.
Roxy busied herself with getting herself as in order as she could while she waited for Merlin to finish the conference call with the other tech divisions. There wasn’t much to get in order, but she stretched the process out to give herself a moment to breathe. She’d only just come off another mission before she’d jumped on a plane for this one. It wasn’t that she minded---she enjoyed being kept busy---but taking a breather was necessary every now and then.
She was just thinking about getting up to hunt down a cup of coffee when her computer bleeped with an incoming call from Merlin. Sitting down again, she hit a key to accept the call and Merlin’s face popped up on her screen.
“Lancelot, I see you’ve arrived,” he said.
“Yes, thank you, Merlin---I’ve met Agent Nivian as well.” She pulled out the mostly-empty file from her bag. “I’m assuming this call comes with more information about my mission?”
“Yes, it does---” he nodded, flipping open a file of his own. “We’re not certain of the target’s intentions yet, but we’ll start with some observations. There’s a performance of Sleep No More tonight that she’s performing in. Agent Nivian will either be accompanying you, or guiding you. She’s got the tickets and as much of a detailed profile on the target as we’re able to compile right now.”
The target was a performer? Interesting, that was new territory for her. Going to a play or musical certainly wasn’t, but their targets were usually in attendance, rather than on the stage. “Understood, Merlin. I’ll check back in after with information.”
He gave her a nod and, flipping the file shut, he ended the call.
misunderstoodcreatures:
Laura tucked Roxy in as she spoke, leaning beside her and brushing the blonde’s cheek affectionately–way too affectionately for it not to mean anything. “You’re my favorite too,” she wasn’t drunk and she was certainly not on denial. She knew perfectly well if it had been Eggsy drinking on his own or the other brat she would’ve reported them in two seconds, or maybe she would’ve taken them to their room and delete the feeds all the same. It happened all the time, feeds and backup feeds getting deleted these days, it wouldn’t come off as a surprise really.
Taking a deep breath she picked on his phone and checked the feeds, replacing them with earlier intervals and then set the alarm entirely too early, setting her phone in the nighttable and pondering whether or not she should get under the covers.
It was cold, that was her excuse as she got in bed and sleepily set her arm hand around Rox’s waist, pressing her lips to the other’s forehead before realizing she was entirely too tired as well.
She didn’t hear the alarm, she didn’t hear any alarm, that should’ve been a red flag–far more than the warm body she was snuggled against or the blonde hair that was getting on her nose. Rox. Roxy. Her pillow smelled like Roxy.
Opening her eyes slowly she saw the young recruit still asleep–or at least she thought she was and she did the stupidest thing she could considering everything: she let her arm hand pull the other closer to her and kissed her cheek sleepily, and then her neck, as her fingers roamed the other’s back.
The first thing that Roxy was aware of was a low-grade headache pounding in the back of her head. From what she remembered of the night before, it was a blessing that it was as mild as it was. The second thing she was aware of was a warm body tucked around her, pulling her close. She forced her brain to plod sluggishly through the finer points of the night before, and came to the realization that confirmed her suspicions; she was in Laura’s bed, with Laura wrapped around her.
She was still clothed, though her memories also told her that that was not how drunk-Roxy had wanted to end the night. A hot blush spread over her face and she squeezed her eyes shut once more against the embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm her. She’d been sloppy drunk and hanging all over an agent, attempting time and time again to proposition her. God, how could she have been so stupid?
Then, suddenly, she was being pulled closer and there were lips on her cheek and her neck, and fingers trailing across her back. She shivered and hummed, rolling closer without even thinking about it. Her hands slipped beneath Laura’s shirt, sliding up her abdomen.
macgeraghty:
“It is quite funny to watch if I do say so myself. Though not very funny for Arthur, I usually get some hidden laughs from the boys. I got Merlin to laugh once– that, I think, is my crowning achievement.”
“You got Merlin to laugh? As in, an actual, proper laugh? I’m impressed---I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh. Some of the others have a more outward sense of humor.”
danikaolson:
People should reblog this if they are okay with receiving ask memes from people they’ve never rped with before. Mutual or not.
statesmaned-moved:
{ @roxyxmorton }
“I’m not trying to kill you, I just wanted to get your attention.”
“You could have fooled me.”
misunderstoodcreatures:
Keep reading
kingsmanhart:
“Sometimes, although it is hard. I highly recommend you take up those complementary therapy sessions after every debrief. I became reliant upon them after ten years in the field. Sometimes we are just not as strong as we originally thought, and that’s okay.”
“I nearly forgot they were offered. . . thank you, I’ll be sure to look into them. In theory, I know that’s true, but it’s just---it’s easier said than done. And I know that’s cliche, but, well, there it is.”
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“bro, you look so cute right now. dude, you are so fucking adorable.”
“wanna watch this murder documentary with me?”
“i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there’s a 900% chance i’ll cry.”
“i may act like I’m clueless but actually know what’s going on at al times.”
“attention: i need attention.”
“i don’t have a nervous system. i’m a nervous system.”
“drugs? no thanks, the only ‘high’ i need is the natural rush you get from commiting a murder.”
“i think i’m subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.”
“why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?”
“i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.”
“i don’t want to look ‘pretty’, i want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening.”
“i’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person i know.”
“girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. i don’t remember what i was going to say but i’m just gay.“
“i’d love to relax but that’s just not realistic.”
“contrary to popular belief i’m actually soft and have feelings.”
“this could be less hetero.”
“to be honest i just need a hug.”
“why can’t I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?”
“this is it, this is how i die: lack of attention.”
“are we just friends or is this flirting serious?”
“i have this problem where i isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because i’m lonely.”
“i may be ugly but at least i have an ugly personality too. consistency is key.”
“i don’t wanna get involved in drama i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened.”
“i am bysexual as in i’m not interested, goodbye.”
“i could win an olympic gold medal in being ignored.”
“fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.”
“i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire.”
“i panic a lot of other places besides the disco.”
“which layer of hell do you think you’re going to?”
“my kink is being right.”
“my kink is being home alone.”
“you’re really sensitive for a selfish asshole.”
“i can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, i have a big heart and can’t treat people badly, that’s just not me.”
“what about netflix and kill?”
“no offense but why does everyone hate me?”
“i’m a strong independent introvert who don’t need no social life.”
“why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?”
“if a conversation goes on too long without being about me, i’m out.”
“i’m small, queer and something to fear.”
“all this sadness is bad for my skin.”
“i’m cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive”
“i’m beautiful and underappreciated.”
“she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s me.”
“sorry for being awesome, loser.”
“is 'no’ an emotion? because i’m feeling it.”
thesassycircus:
@roxyxmorton / / lancelot. nice shoes.
Merlin strolled into the conference room, tablet and coffee in hand, and stood in the corner. In about 20 minutes, he’d be briefing the entire organization on their latest threat ( some terrorist organization that operated out of Brazil ), but for now, he was still busy waking up after a long and hard night of formulating plans.
Instead of one little packet of cream, he’d taken it black.
With the way his face scrunched, it was clear he was still exhausted. But ignoring it and remaining as stoic as ever.
He took a sip as a few members started filtering in.
As Roxy walked in, Merlin immediately scanned her with his eyes, only to stare at her shoes.
“Are those new?” he asked, “or am I incredibly unperceptive?”
Roxy balanced her coffee mug in one hand and the stack of files she’d just received, like the other agents, in the other. She’d already had a cup before coming in this morning, but it felt like the sort of day where one cup just wouldn’t be cutting it.
Merlin looked to be even more exhausted than she felt when she walked into the conference room, which didn’t surprise her in the least. It was likely he’d been up for the better part of the night working on the briefing, if not the whole night.
She managed as much of a smile as her current state of wakefulness could muster. “Morning, Merlin---er, yeah, they’re new,” she replied. “Did a bit of shopping on my last day off.”
xfthelake:
@roxyxmorton liked for a starter
“ — Lancelot, hello. ” Nymue doesn’t look up from her computer, fingers moving upon the keyboard rapidly, manipulating some object on the screen, the like of which is difficult to determine the actuality of. “ Your HUD should have loaded a list of outstanding equipment the moment you set foot in the door. I assume that equipment is what you are returning? ”
“Hello, Nymue,” she replies. “Yes, I’m returning the equipment I used from last mission---is there anywhere in particular you’d like me to put it?” She’s clearly incredibly busy, and Roxy doesn’t want to intrude on her work any longer than she has to.
slicinggazelle:
“It is very similar,” Gazelle nodded. “That had been the main reason we asked you to join us. Your past experience is uniquely established for this work.”
If she hadn’t double checked it, she would’ve thought that it had been made up specifically to be hired. It was very impressive work. “Is there anything I can get you before you get started? We do not have the luxury to start you off slow, so I hope you will be able to handle full speed.”
Uniquely established it was indeed, and she had Merlin to thank for that. And the rest of the tech squad in Kingsman for all working tirelessly to help her adequately prepare for the knowledge required for this particular mission. She’d never gone so deep undercover before, and it was a new challenge she would gladly take.
“No, I think I’m all right for now, but thank you,” Roxy said. “Full speed should be more than acceptable---I’ve never been one to enjoy starting off slow.”
crackandcanonships:
IF YOU SHIP MY NOTP THEN YOU CAN have a nice day because you’re probably a nice person and ship wars are dumb as hell.
macgeraghty:
“Then you just haven’t spent enough time with me yet… I’m fairly certain I almost got fired for quoting Men in Black waaaaaaay too much to Arthur.”
“I can imagine he might not take to that overly well. . . though that would be something I’d like to be witness to.”
reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you
pcthetics:
this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much
