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Once upon a time
This snow storm is insane...
"Oh, well that explains it," Pepper smiled, noting that the other hadn’t offered her name. She found that a bit odd, but didn’t question it. She had learned over the years that pushing people too far proved dangerous. "It’s not, no. But I have help, of course. I have some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that offer their services from time to time. But I’ve always been good with paperwork," she joked a little. "You’re not cold up here at all?" she asked.
"Freezing," admitted the younger woman, brushing her hair underneath her hat. "But it's kind of... calming, I suppose." It was better to manipulate her own preexisting 'calming factors' than to try to fake others. Much more simple. "SHIELD Agents.. I'd love to be one of them," she murmured wistfully, looking out at the heavily falling snow and brushing some of it off her face. "I'm Cassidy, by the way. Cassidy Fox-Williams. My apologies, I completely forgot to introduce myself." She prepared herself for the standard stiffening, the way people reacted when she finally associated herself with her fathers name.
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
"SHIELD is an organization meant to…protect people, so to speak. [He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the very statement, and continued.] Why did I think that? Because of the way you spoke about certain things. I’ve had practice discerning the truth from a well-told lie. [He studied her for a moment] No, that’s not at all what it’s like for everyone."
Protect people? [Her eyes betrayed her apparent confusion, lingering questions dancing in them.] The way I... spoke? But if I was trained... I don't understand. My head hurts... [She pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes, shutting them and shaking her head.] A well-told lie... I guess that means I'm good at whatever it is I do... [Cassidy looked up at Jean-Paul, eyebrows furrowed.] What is it supposed to be like?
Thunder and Lightning Aren't So Frightening || M!A || Fandral & Cassidy
Hours after her conversation with Jean-Paul, and still without a single damn memory, Cassidy Fox-Williams found herself curled up in the common area of the dorms, tiredly trying to piece together something, anything, that would help her remember who she was or where she was (other than Cassidy and at SHIELD University, which Jean-Paul had told her). But it was to no avail, and she simply sat frowning, listening to the crashing thunder outside of the building. There were very few other people in the room, and as thunder began to rumble, most of them left, casting looks towards friends as they did. There was no point in staying in the common room if the tv signal was going to be rubbish.
But one person remained, and Cassidy found that she didn't recognise him in the slightest (though whether or not she should was another matter entirely. It wasn't as if she would recognise her own mother if she saw her right now, would she?) She bit on her thumb gently, frowning at the ceiling as the flights flickered and thunder crashed again. There wasn't anything particularly enjoyable, she found, about being in an already cold room days after a blizzard, with another large storm brewing outside, and the power flickering so much that the heating was barely working.
Thunder, Fandral
Thunder: It’s raining outside and your muse is stuck inside with Fandral and when the power goes out they cuddle to keep warm.
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
"No, no. Don't worry about that. [He sits beside her, watching her closely but keeping his comforting attitude] You told me your name is Cassidy Fox-Williams, and that you want to be a SHIELD agent, as well as plenty else, but I suspected there was a lot more to the story and I'm afraid you've just confirmed it. However, I'm willing to keep this between the two of us if you are. I don't know how you did that or who has trained you... We'll have to wait until you figure it out."
[She frowns, looking into the cup of coffee, sharp eyes keeping track of every ripple in the cup.] Cassidy Fox-Williams... [The name sounds familiar on her lips but it still rings no bells] I... What is SHIELD? And... why did you think that? I... I think it would be best if we keep it between us... In case? I'm so... I don't understand, it's like there's nothing in my head. Like I'm acknowledging things but not.. comprehending them. Is this what it's like for everyone?
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
"No, don't be scared. Or rather, you shouldn't be scared. [He sighs and then offers her a reassuring smile] Don't worry about it. It'll be hard to explain when you're in this state, but I'll explain everything later. [He brings a mug of coffee to her] And I won't report you as long as you listen to me. But don't think about that."
I... [She nods slightly, furrowing her brows, trying to understand the reassuring gesture.] If... If I remember things, are you going to report me? I don't... I'll listen... [She finds it almost innate to listen to an older man in an authority position, accepting Jean-Paul's apparent dominance without question, as though it is what she's used to. She accepts the coffee, sipping on it slowly.] Who...am I? How did I do that?
[He runs his fingers through his hair before going over to his coffee machine and starting a pot]” You have suddenly lost your memories, though I don’t know why, but if you leave now I will be forced to report you to SHIELD. For now… I won’t tell anyone about this. Just stay here.”
[She blanches as he says he'll report her and goes pale, dropping onto a nearby couch and staring at him] Report me? Why? I don't... Understand.. I won't leave, but... I believe I should be scared right now...
[He watches her for a long moment, eyes cold, before sighing and letting go of her hand] “Fantastique. Okay. Why don’t you sit down on the couch, and I’ll get you…whatever you want. Food? Coffee? Just do not leave this room, okay?”
[She nods slowly, confusion written all over her face] I, um, coffee? [She sounds questioning, like coffee is familiar but unplaceable] I... Okay... What's going on?
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
"To test that. Now come here. [He grabs her by her arm and hauls her to his room, pulling her inside and locking the door] Okay. Cassidy. You truly remember nothing? At all?"
[She squeaks as he grabs her hand and tugs her into his room, but allows him to lead her, nerves written all over her face.] Test? I don't understand... N-no! [She shakes her head vehemently] I d-don't even know where I am.. Or, really, who I am...
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
Trained… I don’t… I don’t remember. I don’t know.
"Don’t freak out."
[Jean-Paul eyes her, then throws the knife at her]
I do-- [She begins to speak but the second he flicks the knife, she's moving, body instinctively twisting to avoid the blade, and she's crouched in a fighting stance, hand going to her leg, to grab a blade, out of instinct. And then she blinks and stares at Jean-Paul] W-why did you do that?
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
"… These are only two possible scenarios here, I suppose. One, you’re also experiencing some kind of temporary loss of emotions… Or you’ve been trained. Which would be just fantastique.”
Trained... I don't... I don't remember. I don't know.
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
"… You mean you’re not feeling anything? At all?"
Is that... strange? I'm sorry, I don't understand... Am I supposed to be... don't you experience this too? [She tilts her head]
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
"You don’t feel anything? I’m not sure, but this has happened to others before and they’re back to normal, so I’m sure it’s just temporary."
Am I... supposed to? Feel, I mean... I just don't... remember... I think I should be scared but I don't get it.
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
"No no, you are supposed to feel calm, don’t worry. You’ll remember things soon enough. Just don’t wander away. I’ll find someone to help."
I don't... feel anything... [She tilts her head, looking horribly confused] I... okay.. Are you sure? I don't remember anything. How can I not remember anything?
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
"… All right, calm down, s’il-vous plait. You must be suffering from some sort of memory loss. You’re safe here, yes? Nobody is going to hurt you. Do you understand?”
I am calm... aren't I? I don't... know... I don't... am I supposed to feel not calm? I don't understand... [She looks wary] I... I guess... Maybe? I don't remember anything...
Wh-what's going on? Wh-where am I? (M!A)
"You’re at SHIELD University, and you told me you’d transferred her from another school to be an agent. Everyone is acting strange, so I’m going to assume this is some sort of temporary amnesia… Look, you’re safe here, so don’t freak out."
I... SHIELD University? What is that? I don't understand... Why don't I remember anything? Oh my god... [She looks even more panicked than she did a moment ago, eyes widening] W-what's going on...?