#siinfvl

[shewassoferal]

siinfvl replied to your post: I just wanted to say to @unworthyheart that I’m...

this is the actual highlight of my day <33333

I'm the highlightest of any of your days

[marvelpositivity]

ok but can we talk about how wonderful @siinfvl is for a second? the mun is amazing and the way the play grant ward is really wonderful. they stay true to the character without playing grant ward as a n**i bastard which i seriously appreciate.

[brxkcnengineer]

~ smashes my url down on the table ~

My Opinion on;

Character in general: WOO BOY GRANT WARD. THE PUN MASTER BIG BROTHER OF THE TEAM WHO I MISS DEARLY AND PERSISTENTLY BLOCK OUT HIS HYDRA-NESS BECAUSE I MISS HIMHow they play them: listen here u lil shit. your ward was the first ward i wrote with and for a very long time i very much hated ward, but getting to write with you reminded me of how much i loved him in the beginning because you write the loyal elements of him so damn well i cryThe Mun: perfect human being who i miss very much pls come back and angst with me frien

Do I:

RP with them: yes i love you so so muchWant to RP with them:  YES PLEASE LET’S WRITE MORE

What is my;

Overall Opinion: 10/10, PERFECT HUMAN BEING @siinfvl

[humanityloved]

just gonna drop this here. // positivity post

@siinfvl // @drunkenportalbender // @greenmartyrdom // @rippertalks

These four are some of the best people that I have come across in all my years of being on tumblr. I love them all so much. I highly recommend everyone to follow all of these precious people and give them the love they deserve! 

[starkdissembled-arc]

Thanks so much for existing, Val. I feel sorry that I didn't approach you and met you sooner. :( You are truthfully light in the darkness because of how nice you are. First time we interacted and chatted and I already felt comfortable with you because you're that nice and accommodating. Don't let stupid people make you think otherwise. You have a good heart, and that's what everyone needs. Have a good day, bby!

Hey friend! Thank you so much for this! :D I love you very much and I hope you have a lovely day/night (night I think?)!

[whydoyouthinkileft]

** slides my american and my brit son for the character meme **

Ward

Sexuality Headcanon: bi bi bi. Because of you probably lolGender Headcanon: cis maleA ship I have with said character: uuhhhh I wonder what ship I could have lmao au Ward and Jemma for sure. Canon Ward and canon Kara but... if it had taken an AU direction at the end.A BROTP I have with said character: honestly I ended up so attached to our oc ones lol maybe AU Ward and Daisy if they hadn’t turned in a ship, or AU Ward and Mack. Obviously my ship can also be brotps.  A NOTP I have with said character: well in canon I can’t ship him with anyone lol when it comes to AUs, with the sass personality and all that... Coulson lol (I’m not sure I’d ship him with May either, but it’s not a notp, it’s just a... uh I’m not sure I can enjoy their personalities together much. I have weird specific tastes)A random headcanon: it’s hard to have headcanons when we talk about him all the time and I feel like I’m writing things for you lol I’ll try to focus on my detached vision of him in the show, which is different from the one I get for rp characters and say that he has dozens of leather jackets in barely different shades but ends up wearing almost always the same oneGeneral Opinion over said character: I love Ward? I find his real personality so funny lol the sass, the stupid faces, the interactions with people (putting aside the last episodes in which he appeared, and I still found him a funny villain there with his lines). I also find his backstory heartbreaking, and I think, which is at this point my catchphrase for AoS character, that he needed help, a lot, like everybody else in there lol 

Hunter

Sexuality Headcanon: straightGender Headcanon: cis maleA ship I have with said character: Hunter and my Jemma lol but seriously, aside of my Jemma ships, Hunter and Daisy? I liked it a lot. A BROTP I have with said character: Hunter and May could have been fun, honestly, but it’s definitely Hunter and Fitz, they are awesome togetherA NOTP I have with said character: Hunter and Bobbi in canon. I’m sorry. I think they bring out the worst out of each other and don’t look all that compatible to me. A random headcanon: Hunter likes when people around him keep sentimental objects even when he tries to pull the ‘don’’t get attached’ attitude, and find himself pulled towards people who show that they are, in fact, sentimental and that get attached a lot, because he wants to find people who will accept and give loyalty and affection. General Opinion over said character: Hunter might  be one of my most fave characters outside of AoS too. I like everything about him, EVERYTHING. He’s reckless, yes, and had anger issues for a while, but he’s also so... loyal and caring and tries to lighten up the mood, which is needed (and honestly, in real life, whenever someone does that or tries to, people I know soften a lot, instead of being done lol). He’s smart, he’s resourceful, he’s realistic but he tries to be optimistic, and he needs a lot of love!

[thedestroycr]

@siinfvl / cont’d

Daisy had only been taking a nap / a bad dream distrupts her slumber and the first person she goes looking for she learns has left to search for any new survivors on the surface with a small group of the friends they have left. May and Fitz practically have to tackle her to the ground to keep her from trying to go after them, arguing that only her powers can subdue the roaches. But they are persistent, telling her that it’s too dangerous on her own and that they should be back soon.

It takes about an hour of arguing before she heads back to her bunk that she shares with Ward on the Zephyr. And yet another agonizing hour of waiting goes by, fingertips stroke the tattered photograph of Ward’s smiling face right beside hers. This is all her fault —— in the beginning, people tried to make her feel better, that is was an accident, as if that’s supposed to make up for all the lives that have been lost and the horrifying way humanity has continued on —— but she knows people blame her, because there is no one else to blame. She doesn’t even believe she deserves the love and unconditional compassion that Ward gives her, and yet she craves it. When he’s around, it’s the only time she doesn’t think about how much she hates herself.

If something happens to him —- oh god —— if something happens to him / she’s not sure she’ll even have the strength to carry on. Not after all of this.

The door opens, and she’s expecting either May or Fitz to enter the room to try reassure her that they will be okay, that they’ve done this several times before — they’re well trained and they have this. But it’s not. It’s Ward / her heart leaps into her throat, brown hues widening and he’s already on the mattress before she has the chance to get up and run to him. Their reunions, no matter how much time they spend apart in this harsh reality they live in now, are always warm and tender, never knowing when the last time they get to see each other will be the last time. But this time, she knows something is amiss. The way he kisses her, and the grief in his expression, the desperate way he cradles her face between coarse hands —— she’s afraid to ask, knowing that Mack and Elena were the only two to accompany him.

The relief of seeing him, of being able to see touch him again is almost overwhelming —– but there’s a painful twist in her abdomen as she feels the agony in his soul seeping through his voice and through his very touch. She wants to ask, but she gives him a moment, and just kisses him as though it’ll be the last time she ever gets to. Her fingertips apply a pressure to the back of his neck, keeping him close as pulls him into her kiss, her other hand clutching the thick sleeve of his worn jacket.

“You’re here,” she mutters against his kiss, sloppily breaking it every few moments to speak, “you’re really here,” and once she’s sure that she’s eased his mind, that he’s really here with her again, she pulls back to meet his gaze. Everything in his eyes tell her everything she doesn’t want to hear, but she won’t believe it unless he says it.

“Who didn’t make it back?” She asks, already knowing, trying to prepare herself. But how can you prepare for this? Hearing yet another one of your friends is dead. Jemma’s death nearly broke her, and she knows that Fitz’s only motivation for trying to accomplish time travel is to hopefully rewrite history and get her back.

[jemmaqueenofspace]

@siinfvl

         it’s as though his heart detaches completely from his chest and begins to soar upon hearing the words she utters. thrill surges through his veins, filling him with delight and bringing him to a new high he has not reached before. even the risk of being caught in this forbidden affair that should have brought him dread only colors their secret meetings with excitement, effectively making it even more the part of his day that he looks forward to the most.

         so he smiles as they hide in the part of her laboratory that the surveillance cameras do not reach, the blind spot that he has exerted impressive effort into finding. his calloused hands cradle her face, thumbs brushing the apple of her cheeks as he tilts her face up to allow him to gaze upon her beautiful eyes.

         ❛ neither can i. ❜         the corners of her lips quirk up, his head tilting to the side as he regards her with a soft look passing through his features, love and wonder shining among the brown specks of his orbs as they move from one feature of her facade to another, memorizing her beauty for the coming hours of the day when they would need to be apart.

         sometimes, part of him thinks the doctor might have already cottoned on to what is going on. when they lay together in bed, hidden away in one of his safehouses that they go to after using the excuse that he’s accompanying her to buy some supplies she might use for her lab, he worries that they might be interrupted at any time, the doctor’s soldiers kicking the door down, so he may take back what he believes he is his. those nights, in the darkness of the room that wraps around them as he cradles her close in his arms, he plans the different ways he will steal her from the doctor’s wrath.

         the scientist does not own her, no. he’s quite satisfied   (   though that can hardly be deciphered due to the lack of expression on the scientist’s face most of the time   )    with his relationship with madame hydra. but he considers jemma his pet, his object, his possession, and the specialist would not be wrong to assume that the doctor would find this relationship between him and jemma a distraction ———— a thought that grant loathes for his little projects for jemma and the way he controls her brings her not only danger and distress, but also dissatisfaction and unhappiness.

         so despite the danger it brings upon his own life, despite the knowledge that the doctor will order him dead in the most brutal of ways if they are found in each other’s embrace, grant does not let this stop him from being with jemma. it’s only when they’re together that he sees her smile the brightest, the very rare times that he sees happiness glittering in her eyes, and he would sooner face death than give up the chance to be able to place that smile upon her features.

         ❛ i miss you, ❜            he tells her, caressing her face tenderly as his words drip of love.  ❛ it’s been busy lately at ops, and may doesn’t want to let me go, she needs all the manpower they can get to round up even more insurgents, so i couldn’t visit more often. but… i really do miss you. i want to be with you tonight. do you think you can find the excuse to sneak away and meet me at the usual place ?? ❜          

          Jemma rested her hands against his as they explored her face. She nestled her cheeks into them before directing his thumbs to brush across the scars just below her eyebrows. Madame Hydra’s mark on her, the source of her wrongness. Grant’s touch soothed the itch they left, like his calloused thumbs could erase what was done. They couldn’t of course but they made her feel like she was a whole person again just for a moment while he looked in her eyes. 

        Jemma had once thought starring into someone’s eyes was an awkward thing to do, she hadn’t understood why people did it. Grant’s eyes were so beautiful, she understood now. It was like sinking into another person. His heart, his love was there for her to grasp in his dark irises. She hoped he could see anything half so compelling in her own. She smiled to match the one that graced his lips when he said he was thinking of her as well. 

        Her hands left his face and came to rest over his heart. She shouldn’t be with him. If she was a good person still she’d never let her selfish need to be loved threaten his life. She wasn’t a good person anymore though, and she couldn’t care about the things she knew she should care about... like those insurgents he mentioned. She should care- she would care- she couldn’t care. That was one of the things the Doctor liked about her, her broken reminders of what was done to her. He’d smirk in amusement watching her become upset by her own mind, for a few minutes before scaring her back to work. She’d heard him call her ‘a dissection and a show’. It made her want to take longer showers.

        “Be with me now?” Jemma asked sliding her hands down his chest and abdomen. It was a horrible idea trying to sneak too much time here in this hidden dark corner of the lab. She should probably stop trying to seduce him. Easier thought than acted on, her hands seemed intent to run off on every impulsive desire she had, and she had a lot of them when Grant was near.