you were made for the part

[spygrid]

THIS JOB IS A MACHINE THAT CHEWS UP GOOD PEOPLE AND SPITS THEM OUT.

Welcome to #SPYGRID ... this is a highly selective and mutually exclusive roleplay blog for THE AGENTS OF MI5 est. 2022. based on the bbc television show spooks/mi5. While this blog is LOOSELY based on the show, I have way more fun giving canon the middle finger. These characters will be developed based on my OWN PERSONAL HEADCANONS. You don’t need to know anything about spooks in order to write here: just know, spies. we’re always up for a little espionage. 

Written by HUNTER ( HE/THEY). minors dni. *This blog focuses on series 7-9 as far as spooks canon, but y’all know I thrive on alternate universes.*

CARRD tba  // main blog: @twistedwit //affiliated with @hadaad and @spynorth

muse list can temporarily be found below, along with a short blurb and link to the character’s wiki.

Mi5 Agents - Ros Myers - section chief (*only if adam is dead) - Jo Portman - field operative (maintains position as journalist for cover) - Beth Bailey - private contractor, joins mi5 - Adam Carter - former Mi6, Chief of section D, Senior Case officer - now @dodgedabullet

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[jsmithcameronx]

female character meme » day nine, a female character in a drama show - Ros Myers

I was in charge of the operation, I don’t have a problem with that. I don’t expect gratitude, and I certainly couldn’t care less about people’s opinion of me.  [That is becoming increasingly apparent.] So, sack me. Get someone better to do the job. You can’t. So please let’s stop wasting time trying to find scapegoats.

[richards-smile]

[spygrid]

i would apologize for the lack of activity over here but ... I’m a spy. I’m a wraith. I’m an enigma. If I started writing I would look like a real roleplayer and blow my cover.

[incorrectspooks]

Lucas: Can I ask a dumb question?

Ros: Better than anyone I know.

[spygrid]

spynorth​:

“Do you want to talk about it?” Her silence is enough of an answer and for a moment Lucas considers leaving her to it, considers walking back to the bustle of the other room and pushing Jo and her demons into whatever storage his mind has for such things .. but instead the agent finds himself pulling out a chair, sliding into a seat with a graceful ease as elbows come to rest atop the table that sits like an impenetrable wall between them. “They’ll make you, you know. Harry and the rest of them. We spend our careers delving into other people’s secrets, but we’re not allowed to have any of our own.” Fingers drum a restless rhythm on the table and he leans forward, waiting until his colleague’s gaze meets his own. “Fancy a drink later? Exorcising demons is much more fun when you’re in a pub somewhere rather than a dim office full of fake plants and someone who hums like they’re doing their best to appear thoughtful. after your every word.” 

The scratching of the pen had been the worst, really. How can you really listen to someone when you’re too busy writing down your opinions as to what they said? Lucas had learned to recite the lines they wanted to hear, smile in place and laugh practiced until it was instinctual and sounded genuine .. and he would teach Jo to do the same. “Give it a chance. I’m even more of a good time than my party boy demeanor makes it seem…”

She thought she’d been clever, that she’d done a thorough enough job covering the way pale hands would tremble like leaves in a storm now and then, or the way wide doe-eyes would instinctively scan every room for the face that haunts her nights and leaves her cowering in the dark when her own screams finally wake her. It’s what she was trained to do, after all - suppress, conceal, bury the pain in the furthest reaches of the psyche until it’s all but forgotten...except she can’t forget. Not this time.

She had spoken to one of the psychologists, the sort the department keeps on stand-by for just this reason, but the conversation had been stilted and awkward at best - a half-hearted, futile attempt made by the doctor to break through and get her to open up. The fact of the matter is that a brief session with a stranger is never going to be enough to convince Jo to lower her guard and talk about the ‘source of her trauma.’ 

And neither will the interventions of a colleague who is barely more than a stranger himself.

She’s shaking her head before he’s even finished asking, her expression twisted into something vaguely resembling a weak smile (or so she hopes) and one hand raised as if to ward off any advance on his part. She knows he won’t come near her, knows that the entire department is aware of her “history,” which means he’ll handle her as if she is the glass figurine she feels like most days - too rough a touch and she’ll shatter into a million pieces - but it doesn’t stop Jo from taking a step backward as if preparing to flee. Her voice is a whisper, a shadow when it emerges from between bloodless lips.

“I...thanks, Lucas. Maybe..maybe some other time?”

[spygrid]

𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

BOLD what applies - italicise sometimes.   repost,  don’t reblog.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily /provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated/ shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle / rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon  / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit/ belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements/ moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside /leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd  / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

tagged by: @spynorth​ *blows kisses*

tagging: anyone who hasn’t been tagged yet

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[spygrid]

spynorth​:

@spygrid​: you look like you need a hug (ros lmao)

The grid has gone quiet, only a sparse few left after the day’s excitements, and the shattering of the relative silence by Ros Myers of all people, is enough for Lucas to spin ‘round in his chair, computer momentarily forgotten and brows quirking ever so slightly. “I’ve gotten rusty after eight years.” The cards on the screen behind him stand out against a garish green screen, half completed - he’s spent no less than fifteen minutes staring at them, determined to figure out a way to keep the hand going. New game isn’t often an option when it comes to thinking one’s way out of a tough spot, and he had promised Malcolm he’d leave for home the moment it was finished. Half unpacked boxes and ghosts in the corners is all that awaits at the flat he now calls his own, so the game continues .. no matter how futile it may be.

His mouth twitches, gaze flashing with amusement as brows climb ever higher.

“Two questions, really. First, is that you offering or just your way of telling your favorite colleague that he looks like shit? And second, what would you have done if I’d stood up and asked for one?”  

In the silence that followed his question, perceptive eyes study him for a long moment, seeing through the thin veneer of an excuse that Lucas is using to avoid doing something he doesn’t want to do. If Ros is any judge of character or intent - and she is - he’s dreading going home to an empty flat, his life still stacked in neatly labeled cardboard boxes waiting for him to reclaim it.

But what if he doesn’t want it anymore?

She considers the game from where she stands behind him and slightly to the right, her gaze flicking over the cards while she ponders her co-worker and his unconventional reintegration into the team. One long, graceful finger reaches out to point at a spot on the screen, the card that he was looking for in order to win the game hidden away behind three other cards, her smirk one of casual intellectual superiority as the cascade of cards flashes across the screen.

“I said you looked like you needed a hug,” she murmured, one brow arching as she pulled his coat off the hook and handed it to him with a knowing look. “Not that you were going to get one.”

Tugging her own jacket around her shoulders, she waited with limitless patience while Lucas shut down his computer, locked his desk drawer and switched the lamp off, plunging the room into a cyan-tinted half-light that painted their features with its eerie blue glow.

“We’re going to go get a drink, you and I. Call it rehabilitation.” Her tone is dry as she flashes a knife-edged grin in his direction. “If we file the proper reports I’m certain we can write it off as a team-building exercise.”

[spygrid]

Ros: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

[spygrid]

i will be around as soon as I have my surgery this week. i’m sure by the weekend, I’ll be bored and ready to go on here and I have 10 days to lay around and do nothing. Thanks for your continued patience !! 

[enigmaticlook-deactivated202302]

Ros: How’s the nervous system? Lucas: Twitchy.

Lucas gets tased ∣ Spooks, S7, E2

[spygrid]

casual reminder that Ros takes down a Russian gangster             ...with nothing but her thighs and a ball point pen.

that is all. carry on.

[spygrid]

lazy promo time - #SPYGRID is an independent & selective multi-muse blog for select characters from bbc’s spooks (mi5 in the states). The fandom is non existent so if you want fun espionage drama, give this a like (and possibly a reblog to get the word out there)

[spygrid]

I updated my muse list with some information about each character and it can now be found (temporarily) under the read more in my pinned post. Might make it a bit easier for those who have no idea what in the hell is happening.

[soulprompts]

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i rewatched the etern.als. and then i got thinkin. and now you guys are on the receiving end of more protective prompts, but these little beauties are aimed more for the act of actually saving a life! bon appetit!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ what the hell were you thinking?! you could’ve been killed! “

“ hey! get away from them! “

“ if you wanna hurt them, you’re going to have to get through me, first. “

“ you underestimate how much you mean to me. i wasn’t about to let them hurt you. and i certainly wasn’t about to let them even consider killing you. “

“ i told you before. i’m not gonna let anything in this world nor the next harm you. “

“ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time! “

“ what are you doing?! i told you, get out of here! now! “

“ get it through your head, i’m not gonna just leave you here! “

“ now’s not the time to play the martyr, got it? you’ve got a good long life ahead of you, and i intend to keep it that way. “

“ you need to go now, okay? don’t worry. i’ve got this. they’ll want to be trying a lot harder if they want to keep me from protecting you. “

“ don’t worry about me; are YOU okay? “

“ damnit, [NAME]! i TOLD you not to play the hero! “

“ i can look after myself, you know. but… i do appreciate you stepping in back there. you saved my life. “

“ why are you so invested in keeping me alive? “

“ that was for saving my life. “

“ it’s alright, they’re gone now… are you alright? hey, look at me; are you hurt at all? “

“ are you insane?! run! “

“ were you preoccupied, or did you just really want a dramatic heroic entrance before you saved my ass? “

“ are you okay? “

“ yeah, yeah, i’m okay… are you okay? “

“ hey! why don’t you try picking on someone your own size! “

“ hurry! take my hand! “

“ get in the car! now! “

“ i’m sorry i was late… are you alright? they didn’t hurt you too badly, did they? “

ACTION PROMPTS.

add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles around!

[ SHIELD ]:     sender uses their own body to shield the receiver from an attack.

[ EMBRACE ]:     sender quickly wraps the receiver in a protective hug and turns so the sender’s back might take on the brunt of an on-coming attack.

[ SHOVE ]:     seeing the receiver is in immediate danger, the sender runs to them and shoves them out of the line of fire.

[ YANK ]:     seeing the receiver is in immediate danger, the sender hastily grabs them and pulls them against them, out of harm’s way.

[ TACKLE ]:     sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire.

[ THROW ]:     sender throws themselves between the receiver and an on-coming attack, taking on an injury that might have been fatal to the receiver otherwise.

[ DISTRACT ]:     sender causes a distraction to draw the receiver’s attacker/s away from them.

[ FIGHT ]:     just as the receiver is about to be attacked, the sender arrives suddenly and begins to physically fight off their assailant.

[ CATCH ]:     sender manages to intervene and catch the falling receiver before they fall to their death.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     sender sacrifices themselves, either fatally or otherwise, in order to save the receiver’s life.

[ HIDE ]:     sender quickly pulls the receiver into a hiding place, hiding them from their pursuers.

[ KILL ]:     sender, seeing the receiver in immediate and intentionally fatal danger, intervenes by killing their assailant before they can kill the receiver.

[ INCAPACITATE ]:     sender, seeing the receiver in immediate danger, intervenes by knocking out their assailant before they can harm the receiver.

[ AFAR ]:     sender, having been watching the receiver’s interactions with a threat from afar, saves them from an impending attack while remaining distant from them.

[ SECRET ]:     sender, having been secretly following the receiver, saves their life from an immediate threat while remaining hidden from the receiver.

[ REVEALED ]:     sender, having been secretly following the receiver, reveals themselves in the process of saving the receiver’s life from an unexpected threat.

[ REUNION ]:     after spending a considerable length of time apart, the sender reunites with the receiver after saving their life from an immediate and potentially lethal threat.

[ KISS ]:     after having been saved from immediate danger by the receiver, the sender, in a state of intense emotion and relief, kisses them to express these feelings.

[ HUG ]:     sender, having just saved the receiver’s life, pulls them into a tight hug out of relief and a need to steady and support both themselves and the receiver.