#Agents of Shield|verse

[brooklynislandgirl]

[ Devil Driver / Broken SHIELD ]

Days and weeks have passed since Phil found Beth at the AIM facility and took her from it. He's fought tooth and nail to stay hidden while nurturing her back to health. To avoid eyes until the moment he gets a lead on where the team might be… member by member. And there are those few times where the lead is solid enough that Beth's eyes brighten with a spark. But that spark is less of the Life over which she claims domain, and more of the Vengeance that he now embodies.

In a very different time, they had been agents of SHIELD. Now? They are avengers. Not the kind that earns a Stark paycheck or a magic hammer; they are the kind that could not save the world, and now must bring those responsible for its ruin to account.

The desert bunker is dark and relatively small, barely suited to host more than a dozen people seeking temporary shelter. But to Phil and Beth, it may as well be their underground palace. MREs are their sustenance. Beth has cautiously suggested using her talents to inspire edible growth, but Phil isn't certain he wants to tarry here for long. Staying mobile, he's convinced, is how they stay alive. They've only lingered here for three days because the daytime has been so blazing hot, he fears she'll succumb to dehydration before Lola makes it across the wasteland… and his means of fueling Lola to conserve her gasoline at night may as well make them visible from space.

She suggests they stay one more night, at least. And Phil grants that request because she is exhausted, and she deflects that not-quite-accusatory remark by pointing out he is too, and that he should be the one more concerned with slumber, since she can survive -- and has done so -- on less than an hour's sleep nightly for weeks on end. But he insists she at least lie down… and he assures her he will be right next to her, just as he was those first two weeks after freeing her.

When she reluctantly nestles onto her cot, he kneels down beside her and takes her hand gently in his own.

"You should know something… that even though my goal has always been to find everyone, you were the one I wanted to find first. Not just because of the things you can do, but because… you're the one who gives me hope, when all of mine has run out. And I really need that right now."

He looks into her doe eyes in the silence of the ensuing moment. And then he leans down and forward, and presses his lips to the center of her forehead.

Silver Moon Sparkling || Accepting

When Beth languished within her cell, her mind fraying under the strain of torment ~ceaseless experiments on what she could recover from, what she could live without, all while her natural regeneration and her magick stolen from her by the odd always cold metal wrapped around her throat~ she’d tried to hold onto a sliver of faith. That he would not abandon her. That he would pull the team back out of whatever bolt hole they’d found themselves scurrying with the time she’d bought them. She had held hope that even if she’s the least of them, that he would still care. Each day and each new agony, that hope dwindled. But then he came. Though at first she thought him a demon wearing a flayed Phil-skin as fear gripped her through the fog of sedation.She had no ability to shrink away, nor to stop him from carrying her away. If pressed she wouldn’t be able to answer how he got the collar off. She can’t say if she slept or ate or did anything but ache with a bone deep agony for days after he did. The only thing that gives her respite as her body reknits itself and her teeth grow back into place, slicing her gums to ribbons with new sharpness are the tales he has to tell. Each one is a tragedy. They are full of horror and dismay. And they are empty of the family he’s built for himself. Somehow they soldier on; because what else can they do? Beth has always joked about being an endurance predator to those who know her best ~the family she once had~ but the miles they put behind them are gruelling. She’s grateful for the bunker. The heat during the day perks her up some but the lack of any kind of moisture limits its effectiveness. She eats at his direction even if everything tastes like ash. Bit by bit it all does its work and eventually restores her to a modicum of her former self. Sleep is the hardest commodity to put her finger on. There is now never any time to settle in before they move on again starting the entire process anew. She understands why and doesn’t utter a peep of disagreement. She has no right to. Neither can she bring herself to question what sacrifice he’s made, what pact might somewhere be writ in his own blood to have enshrined this… Well, she isn’t sure what to call it. It isn’t exactly a spirit like the kind she knows. She fears using her mana in such a way to draw it out because she doesn’t know how it will react to such direct confrontation and she can’t bear the idea of losing or harming Phil to satisfy what some would call a focused curiosity. But the question lingers as does its symptoms; she occasionally flinches when he comes up on her far too quietly, when he brushes her arm when she isn’t expecting it. When she looks into his eyes and sees Pele’s burning heart before he blinks and is once more the witty and urbane man knows.Tonight though…the exhaustion is too real. Weighs her bones down as if they are encased in steel. But so is he. Even if she isn’t at her best, she can still sense the weariness that sucks at his every step, and the way his hands rub at his stubble-shaded jaw. Her counter-arguments at any other time would never hold water. He’d scoff and pull rank and remind her that her insomnia alone could make her unfit for duty. She doesn’t see the losing end of it all until she’s seated on the edge of her cot and he’s making promises.

His hands are warm when he enfolds one of her own. His voice is soft when he shares a lovely fairytale secret with her and while she gazes up into his face ~even as he kneels, and her head is on the pillow, there is a discrepancy of height between them~ trying to hold back a flood of emotions neither of them can spare at the moment, she nods.

What surprises her the most then is the tenderness of his lips on her brow. The simplest thing but filled with an incomprehensible amount of comfort. Cloaked in nostalgia of what Beth used to dream having a father was like, or remembering the way Andy would make everything all right. Except Phil isn’t her father. He isn’t her brother. He isn’t even the uncle she calls him out of respect and affection, and the feelings buried deep inside of her attest to that.

So does the way she refuses to let go of his hand.

“You have alla dat, an’ more,” she whispers, afraid to disturb a single molecule inside the bunker. ���We’ll find dem, an’ we’ll bring ‘em back t’ where dey should be. Wi’d us. I can see it inna stars, you know.” It’s not true. She does not have a single iota of mana tied with stars, with time. She does have the ability to grant a boon from fate. And she gathers it all up now, every ounce of power that flows in her blood, pooling it into the coincidental stroke of luck he needs.

Beth shifts upwards, resting her weight on her elbow and returns the kiss. Petal soft lips and a skittish sort of nerve, but her mouth brushes his, willing into him that luck. A sense of peace. Savouring, however improper, the feel of his mouth, too.

[rhinehearth]

Some of my favourite ships

[moonlayl]

I’M LOSING MY MIND

[momentofch-aos]

NEW CHAPTER - Chapter 36: Bonus Chapter 8 - Slipped Away Into A Moment in Time

Summer slipped away from them quickly, days spent on the beach and road trips up to the forests. Museum days followed by ice cream and quiet days at home, swimming and goofing around with the cousins.

or Summers in the Johnson-Sousa house where Willow learns more about her new family and maybe something else...

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TW : mention of nightmares and descriptions of a car accident. Talk of grief and loss of a friend (like the show) and brief reference to slight depression a long time ago.

I love this AU so much and everytime I write it I have more ideas.

I hope you enjoy 💜

[humans-must-be-the-heroes]

There’s a Daisy Johnson cameo/Easter egg in Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse!!

[ghostmistdraws]

characters that are autistic because I'm autistic and I say so

Tech - Star Wars: The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch

Hunter - Star Wars: The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch

Omega - Star Wars: The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch

Luz Noceda - The Owl House

Hunter - The Owl House

Leopold Fitz - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Jemma Simmons - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Peter Parker - Spiderman

Miles Morales - Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse

Tony Stark - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Madeline Hatter - Ever After High

Lizzie Hearts - Ever After High

Ghoulia Yelps - Monster High

to be continued! Add on if you have more :D

[punkrockjess]

One thing about me is that I draw posters instead of printing them. 1. because even though I own a printer, ink is hella expensive and 2. because I want to. So here are some posters I drew for my room. I'm gonna make more and will probably post when I hang them :)

[ryder616]

Plot-twist: the AoS fandom clowns for years for AoS characters to show up in the movies/D+ shows, but they actually return in Beyond the Spider-Verse (movie #3)

[itsagentzero]

@redheadarcher liked this for a starter

"Oh, don't give me that look, Scarlet," Chris offered immediately in response to her gaze. It wasn't the first time they crossed words, since they were both young agents in S.H.I.E.L.D., but it certainly was the first time they sat down to have lunch together at HQ.

"I am not simping your mother like the rest of our horny classmates here. Nah. I have dignity," he added. "Where I was going with this is that I am in her debt. For some reason Fury wanted this to be a secret, but she's actually the reason I'm here, you know?"

[maydaydoodles]

Inserting myself into a few of my favorite fandoms

[blackhawkcomics]

Starter for @luposcainus | Starter Call

Ever since she’d uncovered the connection between Meta’s ex-SHIELD targets and Hydra, Lucia had found herself assigned to a great many Hydra-related cases. It made sense, she figured: SHIELD didn’t want to trust anyone from the old guard to these missions, and Lucia had already proven herself against Hydra and other shadowy, sinister organizations of the type. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder if Agent Martin was purposefully volunteering her for so many missions just to keep her away from his Meta investigation and their increasingly frequent clashes over his methods.

Whatever the reason, here she was on another Hydra assignment, sent to recover an artifact of some sort that they’d stolen. That much, she was used to dealing with, as well as the scarceness of details until she arrived on-scene to be briefed.

She wasn’t used to the briefing coming from a werewolf prince.

“It’s an honor to be here, Your Highness,” she said with a quick bow of her head. She desperately hoped her efforts to hide how nervous she felt didn’t show on her face.

You’ve worked with Avengers. Get it together, Castillo, she scolded herself.

Then again, she’d freaked out when meeting them, too.

[brooklynislandgirl]

@tangleweave  {{xx}}

Rare are the moments that Beth feels she is more Kinfolk than sorceress, but this... this entity, this cunning umbrood that Phil has made his bargain with, has only made her feel like she is watching a saga about one of the Cousins unfold. It is a thing of incredible rage without any of the cooling elements of gnosis, the connection to Grandmother that often shows up as bouts of wisdom and mercy from her changing kin. But just as it is almost easy to understand, the toll it takes on Phil worries her. For as long as she's known him, Coulson has been an oasis of tranquility, almost to the point of being unnerving, and a stability she and his other agents have never been accustomed to before. It might be a generalisation, but she knows from experience that every last one of them owe him and he's never really been less than patient. That isn't to say he wasn't, in his own right, valiant and heroic. Phil maybe more than anyone understands the right moment for anger, for bravery, for heroism. If she thought about it, she'd shiver at the given answer that one time over breakfast when he spoke of his own rage as being arctic, the colder the better. It was the only time she could recall actually feeling fear of him. But the man who had come and rescued her from her torment, that wasn't Uncle Phil. Oh, in that excruciating pain-wracked delirium, she certainly thought it had been. She'd clung to her belief as tightly as she'd clutched the little makeshift poppet of him. As her mind numbed day after untrackable day, she feverishly whispered to it and to herself that if she believed hard enough, if she endured just a little longer, that he would come and he would save her. The SHIELD against the world, her unkillable Agent Coulson. Patron saint of the unwanted castoffs, the damaged goods he'd turned into a family. Each of them had fought to the last, and she doesn't really think that any single one of his team gave him up. No matter the cost. And seeing him there, even in her red-blurred vision, it'd been a straight shot of adrenaline. Faith rewarded in the temporal sense. She hadn't noticed the change, not at first, though she should have. Her relief, her small burst of joy, had overshadowed any suspicion. In fact it had taken days to realise something was amiss. He had become if not sullen then at least more taciturn than was usual. Then there was that sussurus of murmurs that reminds her of nothing so much as the sound of dying and dead leaves skittering across sidewalks, but she could never be so sure that she heard it. His lips never moved with the intangible words. There were no shrieks, no rending of the flesh. When she started healing, regaining her faculties, she feard the worst. That he'd made an ancient sort of blood pact and had allowed himself to be used as a vessel for the fallen. It took her even longer to realise just how close she was to the truth, and yet how wrong she was. And still, there’s never been time to grieve. If she centres herself now, she can hear it more clearly. But in doing so she can also taste the cost the umbrood takes on him. She has no idea yet what she will do if she has to ever separate Phil from the Spirit, or if she even can. This isn't like anything she's ever experienced before, nor anything she's read about. But for now, it seems to be susceptible to the soothing effects of being lulled. A minor parlor trick for some of the Speakers of Dreams as the shamen are called, somewhat of a heftier cost to herself.  Amongst her kanaka, they do not command but rather cajole. And mercifully, thanks to her grandfather, she knows some of the ways of the Cousins, and their ways of soothing a rage-ravaged spirit. And here she is, fighting his battle for him, as he has done innumerable times before for her, for all of them whether they knew it or not. She doesn't shrink or shirk his touch, not the embrace of his ruined flesh. It is all a part of him, and she loves him as he is without expectation or condition. "I know." Acknowledgement of all that is said and the ocean of unspoken things beneath. She only shifts a little so that she isn't sitting astride on his lap, a discomfort that neither of them needs, but that had been necessary at first to pull him out of his thrashing. She nestles against his side, his partial limb still around her, and her arm settles against his chest, bisecting the space where his scar still runs roughshod over him. The other props her up so she remains in his field of vision. "Rest your head on me. Lissen t' my heart, hear my Maddah's voice in its blood. For once, ku'ipo, le' me take vigil. Le' me be ya vanguard."

[gregorygerwitz]

Okay, no. You have to tell me about bruises verse mouse/Thomas ward, I am dying.

Yes, of course! I think about my collection of spoiled rich boys (and Matt) a normal amount!

Bruises 'Verse is an AU I developed back in my Marvel/Agents of SHIELD era set after everyone gets out of the Framework? But s5 and the whole time travel/space arc doesn't happen?

As per usual, under a read more because I can't shut up about anything ever

The very short version is that Leo Fitz leaves SHIELD to process all of that trauma, as well as the fact that Radcliffe is his biological father (anyone who followed me in that era knows my URL was holdendadcliffe, it's my favorite theory, I still think about it daily), and in a year moves to the PNW (some smaller town outside of Seattle, far enough from the city that he doesn't have to worry about anything, I was undecided on the details) and becomes a middle school science teacher. There, he also runs into his... they aren't exes, because they never defined their relationship, but they did go on a date before Leo got dragged into joining the field team with Jemma. He's my original character, his name is Matthew Scott, he's a good boy who has a medical degree but decided to give up on that dream and become a librarian, completely coincidentally, in the same small town that Leo ends up in.

I wrote a whole fic about it, but before his death in s3, Grant Ward (I love him, okay? I can and will write essays about him *Jay voice* in fact, I have. many times.) wrote letters for a few people in his life as a sort of... apology? He was really obsessed with the concept of "closure" in early s3, and I leaned into that while writing and developing this little universe. And those letters got left to Thomas, with the instruction to deliver the rest of them. He kind of just mailed off the others because *gestures to SHIELD and how they treated him* but he had to track down Leo because he didn't really leave a contact address with SHIELD and purposefully dropped off the radar because he also wants nothing to do with them.

And when Thomas drops off that letter for Leo, they kind of become friends? Thomas, who was floundering to get his life back after SHIELD disrupted it, who didn't want to go back to working at the bank they found him at because it's not a Safe Place anymore. So, he also moves to that little town, and does the first thing he can think of, which is going through the police academy and having a stable job so that he can hang out with friends (honestly, just Leo and Matt at that point) and pay rent and all that fun adult stuff that everyone hates.

Lately, I've been thinking about a lot of AUs where Mouse finishes his tour with the Army and returns to the States but doesn't go back to Chicago? I have thoughts about him going to Georgia, continuing his connection with the military and using it to get a job doing tech for them. I have thoughts about him going to Los Angeles and becoming a firefighter (the 911 crossover AU is NOT thought through yet don't ask about it for at least another week) or becoming private security or something for rich start up entrepreneurs. Things like that.

It occurred to me, a few months ago, that he could have also relocated to that same small town, and become a teacher (I especially thought about it after rereading @kitthekazoo's Community Garden fic, because teacher!Mouse my beloved) at the same school that Leo teaches at!

I just thought it would be funny if the tech boys with parental trauma and other causes of PTSD became best friends??? And Mouse and Matt would get alone great (tired homosexuals who are kind of over being dragged to the bar every week, because Matt is sober and Mouse is trying to avoid anything that might become a slippery slope for a while until he fully adjusts to being in Not A War Zone), and then... Thomas is kind of his type???

Detective? Complicated relationship with his brother? Pretty eyes?

Mouse is simple and I respect that.

Bonus: Matt and Tommy rolling their eyes when Leo and Mouse start talking about their students and completely forget that their boyfriends are there because they're unhinged little science nerds

I love the concept of smashing my blorbos together in a chaotic AU and seeing what my brain does. In this case, my brain said "boyfriends!" and now Mouse gets to actually date a detective and have friends and a life outside of that little cage he was in for most of his run on CPD, and I get to make him happy!

Fun fact: Tommy is a piece of shit (affectionate) and definitely calls Matt "Mascot" because Leo made the mistake of introducing him as "Matt Scott" and, uh... the joke was too easy he had to make it

[transitranger327]

Agents of SHIELD fans, do y’all remember those synopsis images that recapped the episodes with fake dialogue? I’m talking these:

Well I’ve decided to do a version of it for X-Men ‘97. The first episode will be up tomorrow on this very tumblr.

[momentofch-aos]

NEW CHAPTER - Bonus Chapter 7 - With Quiet Pride

Prom, New York Trips and Trying New Things!

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almost a year later and I'm back! I've been cobbling this together for months but I have a chapter I really want to write for the 4th anniversary of this AU to post later this week! So keep an eye out for that.

lots of dialogue in this one so my apologies.

If you've been here for a while, or if you're new to this AU, I hope you enjoy this fluff (7705 words worth!!)!

[ghostsandmirrors]

( open )

America didn't have the same culture surrounding alcohol that the UK did--Mattie'd once seen a graphic that showed how many pubs were in the UK; there was a lot--but Mattie? Well, you could take Mattie out of the UK, but you couldn't take the UK out of Mattie. That, and the fact that she'd had a long day, was the reason that she was in a bar at about midday.

One day, someone would probably try to stop her from day drinking. They could certainly try.

It really had been a long day, though. The morning had been... as normal as it could be when Captain America was a fugitive, and had slowly collapsed into chaos when he turned up to announce what Mattie had already known--HYDRA had infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D in the same way a smaller sibling 'infilrated' the tree house--and had given her ample reason to grab everything she'd been keeping in her office and run.

Her hand was now gripping the strap of the bag that was far too big to be inconspicuous tightly, as if afraid that some stranger might try to walk off with it. It was heavy, which was the only reason the thing wasn't in her lap. Instead, it was on the seat next to her in the booth she'd slid into with the grace of an 18-wheeler on an ice rink as she determinedly sipped her drink; downing it in one had felt like a little too much, even for her.