semi-hiatus/mutuals only

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Im still not feeling awesome, but I will make some changes here while I wait to have healed because I lost interest in some tvshows and moved blogs around

and I’m also super tired

[shewassoferal]

HELLO, IT IS I, YOUR LOCAL DR. DUMBASS, NOW DR. DR.DUMBASS

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captkillianjcnes‌:

Killian hadn’t meant to make her mind go there of all places, for he knew the fear inherent in such a thought. That day with Milah still plagued his mind, his nightmares, and when he felt Emma’s hand rest over his heart, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt where her mind had gone, without her even saying a word. If only it were that simple, he thought, because that was magic, but it was magic he knew a little more about. Magic that put only himself in danger–not her, not her family, not her kid. 

The witch was making this curse upon him something nearly unbearable. 

He shook his head. “No…” For once it’s not actually the crocodile, though I almost wish it was. Rumplestiltskin was a familiar enemy, was one he was used to hating, to fighting. This witch was new territory there as well. And Killian was swimming in a sea of unknowns, but if there was one thing he did know–He had to do what he could to protect Emma. To ensure she wouldn’t take any unnecessary risks. 

Even if he knew she was powerful, the witch had seemingly thought of so many avenues. 

“I can’t, Swan,” he said, and he hated himself for it. Killian wanted more than anything to just tell her everything. “I can’t…” She’ll hurt you, she’ll hurt your family, and I will not be the cause of that. I will not be the one that is responsible for harm coming to any of you. Exhaustion weighed on his expression, Killian’s eyes heavy, his shoulders set tiredly. 

He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her more than anything. But he couldn’t. “I’m sorry, I… I don’t want anything to happen to you…” 

Emma gave him another pleading look as he only said no with no explanation once again. There was something horrible going on, that much she could tell, not personal like she had thought at first. It hadn’t been like that just days before, no matter how painfully upset he looked whenever she put some needed distance between them or brought up that she wouldn’t stay. He had still had a light within him that she couldn’t explain, a strength that pushed him to keep trying.

“Hey. I’m... I’m no hero, okay? You know that better than anyone. But I can still help. You have to trust that I can do something to fix this and not just get my ass kicked. Trust me.” There was immediate regret after those words, memories of how she had hurt him before, and she pulled her hand away, “Forget that, you obviously don’t have to trust me. But at least trust how stubborn I am. And that I can still fight. Let me choose if this is too dangerous or not. Don’t take that from me, Hook. You have always given me a choice...” Her jaw set, and she felt even more determined to find a way out of this, now more than ever since she had been reminded of Graham, of how she had lost him before she could believe in anything he had said. And maybe it was wrong to talk like that if she still wanted to go back to New York, but she couldn’t help herself. “I’m not giving up on you.” 

[shewassoferal]

    mutuals only // crossovers friendly // au verses for different fandoms // read rules and about before interacting // Maveth was a completely different experience // multiship 

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X @fcrgedstrength

"Misgard... or at least that's where my body rested, while my mind wandered waiting for it to be strong enough..." She wanted to explain more, of course, but the surprise had been so great, and her body still, ultimately, so frail, that Frigga could only speak those first words while looking at her son in awe before she felt once again too weak; she staggered, and had to lean against the nearest surface, hand to her side. "A spell that hasn't quite finished its work, I’m afraid..."  

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" I didn't think you'd be here... " - from Frigga to Loki

Loki stared, barely able to believe what he was seeing. “No matter your surprise at my being here, I can assure you that I am more surprised by your presence… Mother.” The last said with painful, grating hesitance, because no, that couldn’t be right. She couldn’t be here. She was dead. The guard had told him so. Thor had verified it. “What are you doing here?”

“And where have you been?”

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Okay, I'm officially on semi-hiatus (or hiatus) until I'm in a better place with my thesis

I can still reply every now and then but it's going to be messy activity, clearly. Also obviously in this blog I have lots of threads with lots of muses and I'd rather focus on ONE, a lower activity one, which helps me keep focus, so I'll probably be mostly on shewassoferal

hopefully it won't take too long? and I'll be very happy to keep writing with all of you! But probablywith super less ooc conversations for now!

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“I have questions. Number one: how dare you?”

-Grant Ward, 2x19

Jemma Simmons being That Friend - a not too serious but still accurate series (05/??)

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tostxyalive:

“I’m… I’m fine.” The blonde was clearly not fine, eyes stained with stinging tears. She had broken the chains. Escaped just as word got out about Octavia. She knew who did it. He was probably still in the room. Maybe he was the one who called out. It didn’t matter now. They had to run.

“Madi, we aren’t safe here. We have to go. Run to the valley. All that is here for us now is death and betrayal and sadness.”

Madi’s heart hurt seeing Clarke cry, and she wished there was something she could do - someone to talk to, someone to fight - to fix it.  “Wait, what? No! Bellamy’s here!” she reminded her, eyes wide, “And I’m Octavia’s second-as soon as she feels better they’ll march to the valley! We have to do something!” Surely Clarke would see that they had to stick together, just like in the stories where she and her friends could accomplish anything that way, even going back to space.

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“Dude.” -Daisy Johnson, 4x20

Jemma Simmons being That Friend - a not too serious but still accurate series (06/??)

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justastarkgenius:

The idea of Jemma’s eye being the Terminator’s actually made Tony chuckle a little bit. He thought it was kind of badass that he was in love with a woman who could rival Arnold Schwarzenegger’s legendary performance as a killer robot from the future. He understood why Jemma didn’t like it, though, so he’d do his best to make her an eye that looked as normal as could be. She would, however, get the interesting choice of color. If she wanted it to be the same as her other one, he could do that. But if she wanted a touch of heterochromia? They could definitely make that happen.

“Honey, I would never replace you with anything, plant matter or otherwise. For one, you don’t photosynthesize which means no air recycling properties so replacing you with a plant would be technically inaccurate. For two, I love you more than a plant so it’s fine. No plants, animals, or otherwise sentient forms of life have taken your place,” he said. Someone wheeled up and offered them a ride and before he could say no, Jemma was asking him to do it. How could he say no to that? He wanted to carry her but this was just as good, honestly.

The sooner they got where they were going, the sooner Tony could get them home, back to their bed and back to their life together. That was all he wanted in the end, just to be together and in one piece.

“Of course. Let’s get you taken care of, okay?”

On one hand, ‘I love you more than a plant’ wasn’t exactly I love you, on the other, to hear Tony specify that it wouldn’t be accurate to replace her with one was the kind of correction she’d make, and Jemma stared up at him, feeling so much love bubble up within her that no wounds, no distance, no enemies mattered anymore. 

She nodded almost absently, hand grabbing his again to walk to the Zephyr, which would quickly take them home and likely bring more agents elsewhere or go get them home now that they were back; she started snickering, possibly out of exhaustion too, by the time they were getting up the ramp and into the plane.  “I don’t photosynthesize?” she repeated incredulously, and in a burst of courage: “I love you, Tony.”

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justastarkgenius:

Tony shook his head, looking thoroughly amused, before pulling his phone out of his pocket. “She says she wants pie and anything else, so pie and anything else she’ll get,” he said. He gave JARVIS a series of quick commands, ordering a lemon meringue pie and some Thai food to be delivered to him as soon as it was ready. Thai food would give him an idea of what she liked or disliked and what to have around for later, just in case. Besides, who disliked lemon meringue pie? No one, everyone loved it, it was just a fact of life. So those were his safest bets for food really.

Once food was ordered, he looked up and made sure to pay the utmost attention to what Jemma had to say. He wasn’t lying when he said he was familiar with being framed, being lied to, being betrayed, and technically being a criminal, so. The least he could do was hear her out and then verify her story later. That wouldn’t be too hard given his series of connections, both technologically and otherwise.

Tony folded his arms over his chest and leaned back in his seat, cellphone still in hand. When Jemma was done, he nodded his head slowly. “Okay…. So. Let’s start with a few questions, then. Who did you work for? Who are your friends? When and where did this all happen?” Tony had the capability to hack into any surveillance system around the world. Regardless of what anyone else had to say, Tony was completely capable of removing the human element from the equation entirely. It would be easy enough to take care of from there.

Jemma played with her sleeve a little, listening as he ordered food for her. Tony Stark. Food.  If she ever got to see her friends again, she wondered if she could slip it into the conversation.

But then he asked her questions and while at first she straightened up in an attempt to at least cooperate with the man who was going that far for her, her shoulders slumped as soon as he started listing things.  “Oh... I’m sorry,” she closed her eyes, but it wasn’t resignation as much as a flash of horrible memories that her squeezing them in an attempt to stop seeing horrors from her past, “I can’t just... give names, I... Well, it happened for years.” That much she could give him, “Lots of times, the last few years were a bit... messed up. I’m-I was SHIELD. And then... Hydra rose... But I kept working.” It wasn’t a secret anymore either, not with Mace coming out and saying it to the press, and claiming Daisy was on their side. A bit of research would show him the base had been blown up, if he didn’t know, and everything else the media was saying. 

That was when there was a light knock at the door, and what she assumed was a scientist from the labcoat showed up followed by a coworker, both looking surprised to see her on one of the beds and hesitating before coming closer and apologizing but they needed a signature urgently from him to get the equipment needed for the experiment in time.  He didn’t hand the chart to Stark, however, not even the one to sign, just seemed to wait for him to get it - and Jemma looked at the piece of paper not too far from her, seeing immediately why they were having problems with their samples. It wasn’t her business and she definitely didn’t want to attract more attention, so she tried to be quiet, though the two kept talking to each other right there in front of her and the solution was so simple. She looked up at the ceiling, asking for strength, and they almost made it to the door. “The equation is wrong!” she blurted out, and cringed before just having to keep going, “The premise is wrong, you need to turn the heat up of 13 degrees to get the reaction you want from inhuman cells, and that means you need to balance that with the cooling system, speed up the centrifuge at least of 10% and X is supposed to be 450 in your equation. The result is...” she tilted her head to re-read the rest of it and the appalled man uncovered the first line again: “...1456,89. You don’t need equipment, you got it.” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” she questioned with a hint of aggressiveness.  What followed was what could only be described as ‘excited scientists run to check while fangirling over the new experiment’ and Jemma found herself smiling a little, instinctively leaning over the bed to check if she could see them from there.  

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ELE! Ele you are a constant source of inspiration. You're incredibly intelligent, incredibly kind, stunning, and a joy to write and talk to. I know your health is a big source of anxiety for you but know that we're all here for you bb. <3 AND I WILL WAIT FOR YOU OKAY? ALWAYS. Because not only are you worth it, but you deserve it you wonderful creature. <3

awwww Val!

(It’s not even anxiety lmao at this point it’s just me laying down because my head is spinning and thinking ‘this seems about right’)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! AND YES, I KNOW! I just hate that I can’t be here for you all as much because my body went on the self destruction because it’s summer path!

but we are all gonna be okay <3

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⊱asks for muns with a multimuse or more than one muse⊰

is there a muse that you wish gets more attention?

if you HAD to choose, who’s your favorite muse?

which muse is the trickiest to get into character for?

is there a muse that not a lot of people roleplay with?

if you HAD to choose, who’s your least favorite muse?

which one of your muses have you been playing the longest?

which one of your muses has the most ships?

what is each of your muses otps? notps?

why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

which muse is the most fun to write for?

is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who?

what is something everyone should know about your muses before interacting?

what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?

which muse has the most aus or verses?

can you sort your muses from youngest to oldest?

which muse is most willing to fight another muse?

do your muses get along with each other?

would you ship any of your muses together? who?

for each muse, is there a character you wish had a blog so you could interact with them?

have you ever considered making a multimuse/is it easier having a multimuse?

which muse is the most problematic towards other muses?

which muse is most likely to make new friends?

which muses’ fandom do you like the best?

is there someone playing the same muse/s as you and you really look up to them?

which muse do people send the most asks for?

which muse is most likely to have kids?

is there a rule that someone keeps breaking for your muses?

can you sort your muses from weakest to strongest?

which muse are you considering deleting?

most importantly, are you having fun playing each one of your muses?

[shewassoferal]

au Jemma Simmons: Maveth was a planet of nightmares, where she could only either kill or be killed. She came home as a different animal woman, and is trying to find her new place on Earth.  Going back to feeling hopeful and hiding her problems isn’t as easy as it should be.

please read rules and about before interacting // mutuals only // open to crossovers and more aus, obviously diverging from canon in later seasons but can write any of them // open to ships, Jemma is single but FS can happen too // everything after Maveth is influenced by the person she became there // can find me here and here // 

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//I am physically in PIECES so I've posted a few memes and laying down until I can find the energies to sit up again

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Crossover Shipping Time!

Send my muse a name with their fandom, muse will say how attractive they find them, then mun will say if they ship it or not.