Mar of SHIELD

Welcome, my lovelies! The name's Romar (some call me Mar, though) and I'm here to drop some panties! (or boxers, maybe). I work as a part time field agent for SHIELD (recon division). When I'm not in the field, you can find me tinkering around in the tech department, building things, breaking things, flirting with the attractive people, ya know, that kinda stuff. [FC: Michael Fassbender M!A's: none Will RP with any character, OC or canon]

[xratedsayings]

[primal-rebellion-blog]

Beginnings || Primar

[shieldmar]

‘Go and observe our newest recruit’ they said. ‘He’s a bright kid’ they said. ‘It’s an easy job’ they said. So Mar had gone. It was his off day, and there were no hotties still lurking around his office, so of course he’d taken up the offer when it was handed to him on a silver platter.

Everything was going great, until Mar’d gotten his hands on the kid’s file. If you could think of a crime, he’d done it, probably twice. His criminal record was longer than the phone book, and Mar didn’t like that he was also a mutant. Why had that sent a non-combatant into a mine field again?

He was definitely pouting as he walked into the training room that the recruit was scheduled to train in that morning. Pouting so hard it was probably going to leave nasty, ugly wrinkles on his beautiful face. Trying to distract himself, the red head had the kid’s —Malcolm Thomas— file open and was flipping through it. Apparently SHIELD considered him a valuable asset, and had him training to become an agent. Which was weird, because they usually put down rabid animals. He laughed at his own morbid joke, when he saw that Malcolm’s alias was Primal. Oh, this was rich.

Still thoroughly engrossed in the file, he missed when Malcolm entered. He didn’t, on the other hand, miss when he was commanded to do something. 

Lazily, Mar looked up at the new recruit. “You must be Malcolm.” He kept his posture relaxed and easy, even though he was very out powered here. Extremely, actually. But if anything, Mar was a bravado agent. He was a master of bullshitting, a master of appearing cool when he really wasn’t. “I’m Agent Wilder, and you’re going to continue doing whatever it was that you came to do. I’ll just stand over here and watch.” He smiled at Malcolm. It was more of a sleazy car man smile than a genuine ‘it’s nice to meet you’ smile.

[primal-rebellion-blog]

Primal continued to size up the agent as he stepped further into the room. He wondered what made SHIELD hire the man, but the possibilities were too many, for he knew nothing about this man except that he annoying Primal already. He slowly moved to one side of the room, his eyes on Romar like a lion stalking an elephant- an elephant for the sole reason that Romar was much taller and larger built that Primal was. His expression was unamused when he turned to the agent after placing his towel and water bottle on the ground. “Well, Agent,” he spat, “you can tell SHIELD I don’t need a babysitter.”

Agent Wilder’s presence was a bit unnerving to Primal, though he would never admit it. It made him wonder what he had possibly done to have the burden of an agent’s eyes on him while he trained. For the most part, he complied to SHIELD’s demands- sure, there were a few shouting matches with agents (one erupting in a fight), but those had happened at least a month ago, and he hadn’t had anyone watching him train then. He moved towards the center of the floor, where a few punching bags sat. He hoisted one over his shoulder with ease, setting it on the hook. “You might want to get out of the way,” he said as his fist collided with the bag, “I have a tendency to break these things and I’d hate to get in trouble because you weren’t smart enough to get out of my way.”

[shieldmar]

Mar felt like a piece of meat. A very attractive, delightfully intelligent piece of meat, of course, but still a piece of meat. The look he was getting from Malcolm was unnerving, but he brushed it off like a pro, and instead pasted a cocky smile on his lips. "You're a sassy little shit, ya know that? No wonder they sent me. It's like the punishment of all punishments." Rolling his eyes, Mar moved out of the trajectory of the recruit, and instead went to go sit in a chair.

His eyes were locked on the kid as he punched the bag. He let his words roll around in his head for a few moments, then nodded. "How're you enjoyin' SHIELD and it's training facilities?" They had to beat being a criminal, right? As he waited for an answer, his eyes got glossy for a moment, before a can of Coke and a bag of Doritos suddenly appeared in his hands.

[primal-rebellion-blog]

Beginnings || Primar

Day one hundred and neinty-six at SHIELD. Primal sighed as he grabbed his water bottle and headed towards the bathroom. He despised every second working for the agency which held him against his will, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get stronger and eventually break out. There was no sense thinking too much into an escape now, for he was still under high surveillance due to his criminal past. After splashing water on his face and running wet hands through his dark hair, he filled the water bottle and placed it on the side of the sink. His hands rested on either side of the metal sink as he looked up into the mirror that hung in front of him and wondered what SHIELD exactly wanted with him. He was a criminal, and didn’t possess any powers as grand as some of the others in the company. He was nothing, just like the scars on his back spelled, and he knew it. So why did SHIELD care so much?

Primal ran another hand through his hair before picking up the water bottle and turning away from the mirror. The urge to take his fist to the mirror was almost overpowering, but he knew the second it happened, SHIELD would somehow know, and he couldn’t stand any more punishment than he already had to endure. The mutant grabbed a towel on his way out and tossed it over his shoulder as he walked out of his room and towards the training hall. Upon entering the room he usually conditioned in, he noticed an unfamiliar face. Primal’s first instinct was to size the man up- he was taller and more built than he, but he seemed to be an agent- judging by his suit- and Primal didn’t expect this man to have any power to harm him. He folded his arms across his chest and took a few more steps into the room, his expression hard and stoic. “Out,” he commanded.

[shieldmar]

'Go and observe our newest recruit' they said. 'He's a bright kid' they said. 'It's an easy job' they said. So Mar had gone. It was his off day, and there were no hotties still lurking around his office, so of course he'd taken up the offer when it was handed to him on a silver platter.

Everything was going great, until Mar'd gotten his hands on the kid's file. If you could think of a crime, he'd done it, probably twice. His criminal record was longer than the phone book, and Mar didn't like that he was also a mutant. Why had that sent a non-combatant into a mine field again?

He was definitely pouting as he walked into the training room that the recruit was scheduled to train in that morning. Pouting so hard it was probably going to leave nasty, ugly wrinkles on his beautiful face. Trying to distract himself, the red head had the kid's --Malcolm Thomas-- file open and was flipping through it. Apparently SHIELD considered him a valuable asset, and had him training to become an agent. Which was weird, because they usually put down rabid animals. He laughed at his own morbid joke, when he saw that Malcolm's alias was Primal. Oh, this was rich.

Still thoroughly engrossed in the file, he missed when Malcolm entered. He didn't, on the other hand, miss when he was commanded to do something. 

Lazily, Mar looked up at the new recruit. "You must be Malcolm." He kept his posture relaxed and easy, even though he was very out powered here. Extremely, actually. But if anything, Mar was a bravado agent. He was a master of bullshitting, a master of appearing cool when he really wasn't. "I'm Agent Wilder, and you're going to continue doing whatever it was that you came to do. I'll just stand over here and watch." He smiled at Malcolm. It was more of a sleazy car man smile than a genuine 'it's nice to meet you' smile.

[shieldmar]

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HOLY SHIT ON A PANCAKE WHERE DID THIS COME FROM

HI I LOVE YOU JUST COME HERE PLEASE

LET ME PET YOUR FACE

AND GIVE YOU COOKIES

DGFLKJLKJFDGLKJDFGLKJDGFGFDLKJ//

[shieldmar]

hey, look who hasn't died

HI GUYS

i've got stable internet now (i've had it for a while, i just couldn't remember my password for the longest OTL;;; ) and i'm officially reopening this blog

you'll be able to find me on this blog or this new one right here. feel free to punch me in the face and send me a link if you'd like to start up a thread again, or want me to reply to an old one. otherwise i'm just gonna start fresh on this blog.

we'll say that Mar was off on a mission or something, shit i dunno >___>

anyways

hey y'all

[shieldmar]

When will you be able to psot?

[post*

um

uh

shit idk

I'm at a cafe at the moment, which is why I have internet now, but I don't have time to run out to a cafe every time I need to reply. 

.____.

just.. pretend i'm a shiny pokemon and appearances from me are really rare? ]

[shieldmar]

ooc post:

ugh okay i wish i could have posted this earlier, but i've lost internet because of stupid people and stupid reasons. i'll be even more absent than usual, sorry guys. 

this is the list of people i know i owe replies to:

fangofhydra [drafted]

primal [drafted]

doctorgammaradiation [drafted]

dragoonmeli [drafted]

shield-cme [drafted]

starkvii [drafted]

weburninfire

agentsterling

evelynphoenix 

hawksvane

[shieldmar]

uugghhh

ya know, i had actually planned on coming back from my hiatus sunday night, but this killer stomach virus from hell attacked me, and i wound up curled up on my couch shitting and barfing out everything i tried to eat 

but now i'm recovering, and tired of sitting around miserably, so i'm ready to get back to mar

please, if you have a thread you want me to see, send a message and i'll get right on it. otherwise i'm just gonna check the shieldmar tag and reply to those things only

also

happy holidays everyone, stay healthy, unlike me (ーー゛)

[shieldmar]

important ooc post:

Sorry I havn't been on today, guys. I'm battling with a sudden bout of holiday depression. It's actually been following me around for about a week, now. Some days have been easier than others, today was one of the bad days though. I woke up, ate, tried to watch some anime, then slept for the rest of the day because I lacked motivation to do anything. 

Don't mean to sound whiny or whatever, just want everyone to know that if I suddenly disappear, I'm probably laying on my couch staring at a blank TV or something. 

I doubt my mood will spillover to Mar, but just in case, I'm gonna take another hiatus. I'll be lurking, of course, just not.. ya know, posting as much. Feel free to send messages and whatnot, I'll still answer those regularly, because I like having conversations with people. 

[glorious-godofchaos-blog]

Reblog if you're willing to do VERY violent gore RPs

[shieldmar]

[Gotta shower!

After that I'm gonna play some Zelda, then later today I'll be at debate practice, so reply times will vary. 

oh and also, if I havn't replied to one of our threads yet, I'm not ignoring you, I swear. It's just that some responses take me forever (sometimes days), because I end up over-thinking and over-analyzing what you wrote, and what I should write in reply.  Don't be afraid to send me a message if you feel like I'm taking too long. I like healthy reminders to get my shit together. 

as per usual, if you'd like to start a thread or anything, just message me and we'll get the ball rolling. c: 

]

[agentsterling]

shieldmar started following you

[shieldmar]

When did it happen?

And no, not right now, at least. You should relax. Take a break, get some drinks, hang out with some friends. Ya know, while you’re young and can still do shit like that!

[agentsterling]

A few hours ago, actually. Run in with an invisible brick wall, as luck would have it…

I’ve got work to do, sir. I don’t really have time for that right now. Especially with the incident reports I have to file before the Christmas party.

[shieldmar]

"You what? I don't think I heard you right. You ran into an invisible brick wall? 

I don't even know how to respond to that."

"And c'mon, kid. Take a break. You'll kill yourself with all this work. Take a break. Come hang out with me or somethin', and if anyone asks, I say you're, uh, helping me with my paperwork." Because genius or not, Mar hates paperwork with a passion.

[dragoonmeli-blog]

+shieldmar

Liam arched a brow, cigarette being held at a downward angle by his lips as he eyed the new face,

” … Hi. Do I know you?” He asked, tossing the book with its bookmark gently onto the couch as he stood.

[shieldmar]

Mar smirked at the other man before pulling out a cigarette of his own. 

He took a long pull from it before answering. "No. But you will. The name is Mar, remember it, that's the name you'll be screaming at some point in the future."

[oncemorethanman-deactivated2013]

◘ earthly forms

[oncemorethanman-deactivated2013]

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mar,” Thor laughed, shrugging nonchalantly. “Thereabouts, I believe. I never thought to check.” Something about he man’s behaviour reminded him of Asgard and he found himself automatically relaxing in his presence.

He led the way back to the hood of his truck, picking up a pair of wire cutters and offering them to Mar. “Your timing is perfect. If I lift the engine out of the way, could you reach in and remove a piece of piping? It’s an easy enough job, but much more time consuming with only one set of hands.”

[shieldmar]

"Well uh, you should. Just for references." Mar smiled as Donald handed him the wire cutters, rolling up his sleeves before taking them. "Ya know, you look really familiar. I swear I've seen your face somewhere." Standing in front of the car, Mar nodded almost absentmindedly. "Yeah, I'll cut it." Why did this man look so familiar? Oh well. It'd come to him at some point in time. 

Making sure he gave the other man enough room to move, he looked over the rest of the machinery. "Is this your car?" Casual conversation seemed pretty easy with this man, so far, and Mar liked that. "Or are you a mechanic?"

[shieldmar]

He blinked slowly, once, twice, then a third time to make sure the face she was making wasn’t something his imagination had brought up. What the hell had brought on this change? “Whoa. Back up a sec, and don’t give me that look. After flirtin’ with me for this long, now you’re gonna say I’m not your type? Fuck that. What’re you runnin’ from?” Angrily he jabbed a finger at her. Mar didn’t take well to being blown off for no reason. He always gave someone at least two dates to fuck up before saying things weren’t going to work. “And how can you even say something like that without giving me a chance? What, you’re gonna go offa rumors and biased opinion of me, let those make up your mind?” 

[evelynphoenix-blog]

Evelyn struggled to suppress the anger that boiled over in her blood, the hand still atop the counter clenching slowly into a fist. White-knuckled by the time he had finished ripping her apart, she glared him back with furious crimson in her cheeks, her words dripping with acid. “Maybe I don’t want the first kiss I give a fuck about to come from someone who fucks anything with a pulse!”

The moment that outburst left her mouth, her entire body drained of color. She was frozen, pale, bewildered as if her surroundings no longer made sense. Suspended for a moment, she soon after broke into a sprint and bolted right past him, immediately out of the cafeteria and straight into the nearest women’s restroom. Thankfully finding it deserted, she fell to her knees before one of the sinks and let out a muffled sob into her hands. Had she really just screamed that aloud?

[shieldmar]

"What--I--what?" He couldn't move, could only stare dumbly as she ran past him. Confusion made him scrunch his face up like he was trying to solve a really hard puzzle, and goddamnit, Evelyn was a hard puzzle. One minute she was all flirty and sassy and amazing, and the next moment she was on fire and ripping him apart.

Jolting slightly, he grabbed her coffee, then ran after her. There was a way this could be salvaged. Somehow. He would just have to show her that he had standards.

Keeping up with her easily --long legs and most of his field experience being running involved-- Mar came to a sudden halt when he realized that she'd run into the Girl's bathroom. "Evelyn! Evelyn I'm not a creepy pervert so I won't come in there but--wait are you crying?" Oh fuck. There was nothing in the SHIELD manual about women crying. There really should be a class on it, now that he thought about it.

Feeling like an asshole, Mar sighed and took a seat in front of the door, facing it. "I brought your coffee. Didn't want someone to steal it. Here." His eyes got wide, then glazed over a bit, before he focused on Evelyn. He'd never been in this bathroom, so the next best thing was to focus on the person he wanted to send the coffee to. After a minute or two of staring at the door blankly, the coffee disappeared from his hand, and instead appeared next to Evelyn, inside the bathroom. While he was at it, he sent a box of tissues.

Blinking out of his self induced daze, Mar rubbed a hand over his face. "I don't fuck anything with a pulse. People in relationships, I won't mess with. And people who clearly dislike me. I won't force myself on anyone. Everyone seems to think that I'm constantly getting laid, but I get turned down more often than not." He'd once heard somewhere --had it been on Bones?-- that in order to connect with someone, you had to give a part of yourself. Well, here he was, sitting outside the bathroom door like a creep, giving out his secrets.

[shieldmar]

Tumblr app I know you didn't just reblog that post as a link and then eat all my paragraphs

I know you didn't /SCREAMS/ Okay ignore that until I can make it pretty again DAMNIT

[notyouraveragesecretary]

Smut/Kink Prompts-for when you're in the mood to write smut

Send me a prompt, I’ll write you some smut using that prompt.  Send me a 

Ablutophilia: I’ll write our characters making love in a bath or shower Agoraphilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a public place Claustrophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a confined/small space Coprolalia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty to the other Endytophilia: I’ll write my/your character having sex while clothed/partially clothed Fetishism: I’ll write your/my character having sex/playing with an intimate object.  Hematolagnia: I’ll write our characters having sex with blood play Haptephilia: I’ll write my/your character becoming aroused by my/your character’s touch.  Masochism: I’ll write my/your character being dominated/humiliated by my/your character Odaxelagnia: I’ll write our characters biting each other in a sexual manner  Parthenophilia: I’ll write my/your character taking the others virginity  Polyiterophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex together with multiple other characters. Scatophilia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty over the phone to your/my character. Somnophilia: I’ll write my/your character waking the other up by sex Triolism: I’ll write our characters in a threesome Vincilagnia: I’ll write my/your character being tied up by your/my character sexually. Voyeurism: I’ll write my/your character watching the other having sex/masturbating