#redfacsimile

[thepaternalkeeper]

"Black Widow. Wasn’t expecting to run into you out here at this hour. Here on a SHIELD mission, or were you looking for me? Caught me at a good time. My hunt is almost over for the evening.”

@redfacsimile

[deathitsclff]

@redfacsimile ♡’d

“You have about thirty seconds to tell me why you are here Natasha, before I throw you out.” 

[precise-desolation]

'You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip it and you never finish your drink are you trying to look mature or something’ AU

James watched the tiny redhead - Natasha, lord knew he’d written it on enough cups of coffee - as she sipped her morning cup.  Black, as usual.  For some reasons, although fuck if he could figure out what that reason was.  She seemed to hate coffee.  Based on her expressions, it was right up there with things like toxic waste.

“You know,” he said, leaning his elbow on the counter.  Elbow, singular.  He’d not bothered with the prosthesis today.  The whole staff were vets, so he was far from the only one with scars.  Anybody who came into Reveille should be able to guess from the name alone what they were getting themselves into.  “I wouldn’t normally say this, but I’ve watched you make faces at your coffee every morning for at least a month now.  You are allowed to get flavoring, or at least some cream and sugar.  Drinking it black doesn’t make it any more caffeinated and it doesn’t make you look any older.”

[faultysnipcrblog-blog]

THAT PRESENT.....        a starter set up for               @redfacsimile

“I know it isnt much... but I thought it would work when I know you lost the other on our last mission... and I couldnt see you without it.” She stated as she smiled slightly. 

[doctorbrycebanner]

redfacsimile replied to your post: ((you will never truly understand what camaraderie...

Definitely similar to technical theatre majors at 3 with pizza, caffeine, more caffeine, and music blaring through the entire theatre. In a mad scramble for the upcoming show.

marvelouswomen replied to your post: ((you will never truly understand what camaraderie...

Probably similar to music majors flocking to the MIDI lab for composition projects or practice rooms before juries.

Seems like it’s a shared experience regardless for students studying any of the The Arts.

[precise-desolation]

What would you do if... I brought a peace offering of kool-aid and baked goods.

“Baked good and Kool-Aid are always appreciated.  Especially cookies.  I would probably sit through whatever cartoons you wanted me to watch that day and not complain about it.”

[fuckyeahblackpepper]

For tumblr user @redfacsimile, in fuckyeahblackpepper’s Femslash February Exchange.

Hope you like it (:

[precise-desolation]

Cats and/or molotov cocktails ﻬ

send ‘ﻬ’ and a subject to hear my muses 5am incoherent rambling about it

Bucky hadn’t slept in... Yeah, he wasn’t going to think about that.  Probably best not.  He had already tripped over Liho.  Twice.  Normally he was more coordinated than that.  

“Yer cat’s a murderer,” he slurred at Natasha.  “It’s tryin’ ta kill me.”  He scowled down at Liho, who was now gnawing the laces of his boots.  “Yer an assassin, aren’t you.  Hydra sent you to finish me off.  I knew  you were evil.”

He turned his scowl back on Natasha, pointing at the little, black ball of fuzz at his feet.  “I’s’a goddamn murderer.  Probably has, like, knives or some shit.  Claws.  It’s got claws.  Ever wonder why they have claws?  For murdering with.  Little hell spawn.

“It’s perfect, though.  See?  ‘Cause nobody ever suspects a cat.  They make great assassins!  I’m on to you,” he told Liho, nudging the cat with his boot.  “They probably train ‘em to suffocate people and... and... to use a garrote.  How to make molotov cocktails!  Cats with molotov cocktails, Natalia!  Who knows what secrets the little beast has been leaking!  Your cat’s a goddamn spy!”