#starcy

[d3mon-cat]

Poké Pride

Drew this for last year's pride month :)

The Sylveon's name is Pepper. She is one of my oldest ocs, ive had her since I was 10/11. She's purple bc the pink from the original sylveon pink mixed with shiny sylveons blue.

The vaporeon's name is Starcy. They have long hair which was inspired by Sandy the eevee :3 I've also had Starcy for a long time.

[starcyx]

Becoming her again ˚⋆୨୧˚

It starts small. Perfume on your wrists just because. A twirl in the mirror before you leave. That little thrill of choosing beauty even when no one is watching. And suddenly, you remember: this is who you were all along. You’re not changing—you’re coming home to yourself.

[katherinesappho]

I would have made a post yesterday when the episode came out but I was busy. Anyways can we talk about FJUTKGINH GAY episode 7 ways? Like, the tension between au PB and Starcy? (Star Marcy) And just the adorableness that is Gumlee??!?!?!?! Episode 8 was also great and more plot-relevant and also Petrigrof but the utter gayness of episode seven...

(P.S. I adore Marcy's outfit in this universe)

[glynnisi]

Captain Ratmerica?

(ShieldShock Ficlet- Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers) for my 'Rapid Imaginings' collection

(Read on Ao3 instead)

It wasn't Darcy's first lab explosion. It might have been the largest. It was her first time that an explosion took down an entire building with it. The science building of the Avengers' Upstate Base was destroyed.

Darcy was still inside.

If you make your own luck? Darcy was a lucky, self-rescuing princess.

For years, she'd dealt with Jane's lab explosions. So, she knew how to read indicators. She knew which lab counter had been constructed to withstand getting stomped by the Hulk. She saw the indicators hit 'red' and she ducked under the right lab counter. So, when the building collapsed, Darcy didn't die. She wasn't even injured much. She had some scratches from fallen debris.

But, she was stuck.

Buried.

It was dark. The only noises she heard clearly were the sounds of shifting rubble and a far-off claxon that elevated her heart rate more. She urged herself to stay calm because she didn't have much oxygen left- easier said than done. No phone signal. She kept the phone in her hand, in case that changed. She fidgeted with the phone and with her engagement ring. She really wanted to live and make it to that wedding.

Hours passed.

The damned claxon blared on. Darcy hated the claxon. She loved the claxon. She began to wonder about the claxon.

She leaned against the counter leg, knees up and arms wrapped around them. The space under the counter was mostly-rubble free. She listened, not sure what she hoped to hear. She stared at the too-black darkness, hoping to see light.

Squeak

Darcy fumbled with her phone and turned on the flashlight, hardly able to see at first.

Squeak

She shrieked and flailed, "Go, away, rat! Nooooo! Don't eat my face."

"Darcy? Is that you? Oh, thank God!"

Darcy stopped screaming and nearly passed out, dizzy. "The rat's talking? I cracked. I'm insane. Steve? I..."

"Darcy. Calm down. You're not insane. Well, not very insane. The rat is trained to find survivors. He won't hurt you, honey. He's there to help me get you out."

Darcy's mouth fell open. "Captain Ratmerica? I mean... What?"

*muffled, relieved chuckle* "There's a two-way radio on the rat, Darcy. This is Steve. We're gonna get you out. What's your situation? There's a lot of interference. The explosive residue is emitting false heat signatures. Where were you when the building fell?"

"My situation is that I'm under a ton of rubble with a talking rat," Darcy groused. "Other than that, I'm fine. Late for our dinner date, but fine."

Squeak

"Are you wearing a backpack, Ratmerica? Oh, my God. That's adorable." Darcy let out a tense breath. "I'm under my lab counter, the Hulk-stomp-proof one? Limited air. Captain Ratmerica should leave and stop breathing my air."

Rubble shifted more. There were scraping and falling-rock noises. Crashing sounds. Darcy put her face down against her knees and hoped the rat wouldn't get squashed. Or touch her.

A hint of air movement blew into her under-table bubble. "Air?"

Then, everything changed. There was light and air and everything was dusty. And, she was in Steve's arms and she was okay. He carried Darcy out, bridal style, whispering, "got you, love. You're gonna be okay."

"What about Captain Ratmerica?" Darcy laugh-cried against her fiancé's shoulder.

Squeak

-END

-inspired by the rescue rats post

[drzootsuit]

Mascot designs for the website project! This was fun, because both of these two are actually from really old art, and I significantly redesigned them for this new role.

There's some goofy writing about them in the most recent blog post!

[shieldshockfanfic]

Hoping maybe you can help with am old SheildShock story were Nat, Bucky, Tony and Dr. Susan Cho got deaged and Darcy and Steve had to watch over them. I remember Susan was dating Sam as an adult and called him Cookie Butt. And that Darcy and Steve took them all to Disneyland. Can't seem to find it and I fear its been deleted 😢

This? It sounded like an Emma98 story to me, so I'm smiling my way through her stuff on Ao3 now. :)

Darcy, I Shrunk the Avengers

emma98

What happened to @wahwahwaffles while I was off Tumblr/Ao3?

[darcy-and-steve]

by PumpkinDoodles

Darcy can't stop embarrassing herself around Captain America. It's very stressful. She's going to end up with some kind of twitch.

Words: 1782, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Cameron Klein, Phil Coulson, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: whoops, Accidents Happen, mostly to Darcy

darcysteve love via AO3 works tagged 'Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers'

[sarcasticfina]

MCU resurrect (darcy/steve)

Darcy was cursed back in 1628 to have nine lives. Whenever she dies, she eventually resurrects. She’s been travelling the world, starting over where she can, but tragedy tends to follow. This snippet is set in Brooklyn in 1938...

While war raged across the water, life continued on. The nights she wasn’t sitting front row at Rosa’s shows, Darcy often found herself at Steve’s apartment; sometimes she watched him paint and others she just brought a book along to read.

“So, you can’t see the colors?” she asked, admiring a dry canvas in her hand, letting her thumb slide over a particularly bright splash.

“Not really. I can see some, kind of. It’s more like shades of yellow and brown.”

Humming, Darcy put the painting aside and shuffled closer to where he sat on a stool in front of a new canvas. “What do you see when you look at me?” She was wearing bright lipstick – ‘red as sin,’ Rosa called it – and a plum colored dress with a green and gold brooch. “Anything pop?”

His mouth tipped up faintly. “Pretty sure everything about you pops.”

“Smooth talker,” she teased, smiling. “But really, what do you see? Am I all yellow and brown? Because I spent a pretty penny on this lipstick and I’ll be disappointed if it’s not worth it.”

Steve tipped his head looking her face over. “You’re beautiful,” he said, simple and sincere.

Darcy’s heart thumped in her chest, and her eyes fell momentarily.

“I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry,” Steve said quickly, shifting back.

“No.” She shook her head. “Just been a long time since I heard that.”

Darcy had taken lovers since Lucia. Not right away; it’d taken time before she was comfortable with it. But her life could get lonely, the way she lived it, and sometimes she just liked having a warm body beside her, something to hold onto when she fell asleep or woke up. But there was a big difference between taking on a lover and falling in love. And Steve… He was the kind of person a girl could fall for. Unfortunately, Darcy wasn’t.

“Can’t imagine it’s been that long,” Steve mused, staring into her eyes searchingly.

Longer than you think, she thought but didn’t say.

Instead, she reached for him, her palm sliding over his cheek and down, under his chin. “I’m not someone you wanna fall for, Steve. I’m a runner. Things get tough and I leave. You need someone who’s gonna stick around.”

“Who says you won’t this time? You’re happy, aren’t you? You’ve got a home here, Darcy. And… I think we could be good together.”

“I’m sure we could. But I’m just as sure I’d break your heart.” She rubbed her thumb under the curve of his mouth. “You’re gonna meet an amazing dame. She’s gonna sweep you off your feet and you’ll forget all about me.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. I couldn’t forget you if I tried. And I don't plan to.”

if you’d like to read a snippet from my many WIPs, go here for more info.