#Maria would be Garrett....

[hall0wedwyrm]

Sonadow but it's Securitywaiter....

does anyone see the vision.

[romana-after-dark]

Flightless Bird, Fat House Cat: The Wrong Way Anniversary

The Wrong Way Universe

Title taken from a song on the playlist, Flightless Bird American Mouth by Iron and Wine.

ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF WHEN I FIRST POSTED THE WRONG WAY!!!!

I could never comprehend the love I got from this series.

Due to everything happening and the targeted harassment, I can't celebrate the way I want to but I couldn't pass up an opprituniety to celebrate this story.

Three POV's, Tommy, Lorenzo and Jack. I know Jack got v little play in TWW as he was just on the side in case I needed him (and I did end up needing him!) But through talking to Clem, Mary, Kate about the universe in this last year, he also has a special place in my heart and in Stolen Lullaby, aka my reworking of this story into a dark novell, he will have more of a roll. IDK if I ever mentioned it, but his faceclaim to me is Garrett Hedlund in his most yeehaw looks.

Because of everything, reblogs are disabled because I don't want attention to this blog and I'm taking a risk posting this but I want to be brave for this story. After this, I'll be gone for a bit so check out romana_rose for updates until this is over. If you enjoyed this, please leave a commnt. I need it right now.

I can never thank you guys enough for all the love you'e given the wrong way and the sequel series, Ghost of You and Going Under. This series was so important to me to explore my own trauma, family, friendship, motherhood, fatherhood, brotherhood, siblings, found family, morality, manhood, victimhood, etc.

You are all so important to me, every like, comment, reblog ive gotten i've looked at and loved.

Here we go.

Very little Joel, but I promise we'll have more for the celebration of the finale in a few months when i hope I can celebrate properly. But, seeing as Joel is the bad guy, I thought more exploration of the side characters would be interesting.

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If Tommy closed his eyes, he could imagine it was her.

Things had gotten better in the raiding house for her, even if Tommy had lost a lot of her attention. Since Zach had tried to take her away, her brother she thought was dead until that night, the girl had been… less than pleased with him. It was understandable, he knew. From her perspective, Tommy had known her only family left that hadn’t abused her was a still alive and he had kept it from her… but from Tommy’s perspective he was protecting her. She had said to him to him, the day thought fought, that the only person that can protect her from Joel, is Joel, and she was right. He couldn’t protect her if she left again. Last time she tried, strong thing she was, she was burned and humiliated.

Thing were better for her now.

Refusing to escape with Zach, which confused Lorenzo to no end, had made Joel trust her more, and now she had more freedom. She’d started cooking, which she seemed to like, and Joel had taken to finding items for her she needed. Lorenzo watched her when Tommy was busy. Jack even made her a birdfeeder, and she liked watching the birds fly in and out. Sometimes he wondered if she longed for the freedom they had. 

Flightless bird, wings clipped her whole life, subject to the whims of men. 

Sometimes he watched them too, Blue Jay’s and Robins and other kinds he didn’t know shit about. He thought next time he saw Maria, to ask if Jackson had any bird watching books… maybe the girl would like them, help pass her time. He wanted to fly away too, he wanted to leave, leave everything and take her with him… but he wasn’t a bird. He wasn’t a bird whose wings had been clipped, he didn’t have his freedom stolen away by cruel men wanting to possess and break down something less powerful than them. 

Tommy had given up his freedom to follow Joel, his brother, the only thing he had now. Tommy knew he was a cat, once a stray and free to follow his fancy but had grown complacent and comfortable and lazy. He was a fat house cat pretending to be a lion.

Instead of saving her, he was getting his dick sucked as he listened to her moan.

It wasn’t all that loud, you really had to listen to it to hear it and God… god did he listen. Tommy was sat on his chair, legs spread, Lorenzo on his knees sucking his cock. Everyone knew Lorenzo was gay, that’s why he was allowed to watch the girl. Jack, they couldn’t figure out yet. What Tommy did know is sometimes Jack and Lorenzo fooled around with each other, and after a few weeks he got in on the action. Tommy wasn’t gay, but a mouth was a mouth. Tommy couldn’t sneak out to Maria as often as he wanted and the girl wasn’t making things easier. Joel had taken to finding dresses for her and god, did she look cute. Happier too. Smiles and laughs and fresh air did him good. From what she had told him, she’d never known peace a day in her life. Between her dads physical and sexual abuse and selling her out to man after man, just letting them beat her for money… this was comparatively peaceful now that Joel had relaxed. Still, she wore that brand on her thigh, and constant reminder that his love was conditional. Tommy wasn’t sure the reminder was working.

He tried to focus on Lorenzo, his mouth taking him deeply inside… but most importantly, her voice. In the next room, Joel was fucking her and whatever he was doing it was making her go crazy. How was Tommy supposed to know what her pussy felt like and not think about it? Not remember what it was like sliding in? Not think of her beautiful smile, still gentle and tender and patient after everything she’d been through? Everytime Joel made her moan those sweet, sweet sounds he pictured it was him, and his hips buckled up a little.

He could pretend it was her pussy if he concentrated.

*

Lorenzo knew something was up.

He loved sucking dick, would rub himself through him pants until he came every time if he knew he wasn’t getting action back, and with Tommy he didn’t. Lorenzo knew Tommy was picturing a girl when he closed his eyes, that death grip on his chair so he didn’t touch Lorenzo’s head. The shaved head would throw him off, ruin the bit for him. Still, Lorenzo opened his eyes. Tommy was focused, teetering on that edge, that wide, barrel chest of his panting and panting… He really was handsome, as was Joel, the prick. If Lorenzo was in that girls position, and he wouldn’t be because he’d fucking leave, he would run away with Tommy before spending another day with Joel. What was Tommy waiting on? He had a pretty girl that clearly loved him, that he clearly loved even if he was a man whore.

Lorenzo didn’t really have room to talk, honestly.

It wasn’t like he was cheating on Zach. They weren’t dating; Lorenzo didn’t date point blank. They were just fucking. And cuddling after. And hanging out whenever they could both sneak away… So they watched shooting stars together and talked about their moms and sisters, so what? It was just sex. He was fooling himself and he knew it, but letting go of the delusion was too painful. They’d never have a normal life so what was the point.

Tommy came in his mouth, saltier than Zach but not as strong as Jack; that strong, musky taste that was so masculine Lorenzo couldn’t help but swallow down. Even subduing himself, Tommy was loud.

When he died down, that’s when Lornzo heard it.

The girl in Joel’s room, the next one over. She was moaning.

Lorenzo didn’t mind Tommy picturing a girl. He didn’t even mind that maybe he was picturing her. But something about the fact that Tommy was getting off to the sound of that girl’s moans, a private moment, a moment which although she was clearly enjoying now, had been brought about by kidnapping and violence, disgusted him. She was just a kid to him, and yeah he could be a dick but he didn’t want to think about the horrible shit she’d been through.

“You’re fucking pathetic, Tommy!” Lorenzo stood, flustered and embarrassed and fucking angry, he headed to the door.

Dumbfounded, Tommy blinked up at him. “What? You offered!”

Lorenzo whipped around, stormed back to Tommy who had stood up and stuffed his dick back into his pants and Lorenzo fisted his hand up in Tommy’s white shirt. 

“You’d rather listen to you brother fuck that terrified child than be a fucking man and take her away. You got all these excuses but the fact of the matter is Joel matters more to you than an innocent life. When she’s dead in the ground, remember this is how you spent your time.”

He was about to let go and walk away when Tommy had to open his big mouth. “I don’t see you do’n anything to help her.”

It wasn’t rational. Lorenzo really should care this much. He wasn’t supposed to be making friends or attachments, but here he was, he cared about Zach, he cared about Jack, he cared about the girl.

Lorenzo punched Tommy square in the jaw.

*

Jack found Lorenzo outside smoking a joint. He didn’t smoke weed but he pulled out his cigarette and joined him.  “What’d you do to Tommy? The girls there icing his face.” Unfortunately, Jack knew their routine. Sex, bath, sleep. When Joel carried her, wrapped up in a towel and laughing at something Joel said or falling asleep in his arms, Jack always turned away. It didn’t matter much considering he’d seen her completely nude when Joel violently took her after charring her flesh. Sometimes he swore he could still smell it. Still, he wanted to offer a bit of dignity.

Jack didn’t pretend to be a hero like Tommy, but he didn’t put on that fake asshole defense machanism Lorenzo did. He felt for the girl, he just wasn’t going to risk his skin to help her leave. So, unlike Lorenzo he didn’t tell her she was dumb for staying, and he tried to make little things for her here and there. He was working on whittling some dominos. Unlike Tommy, he didn’t promise to whisk her away. Middle ground.

Lorenzo rolled his eyes. “He’s a dick. Joel’s probably gonna clock me.”

But Jack waved him off. “I doubt it. He ain’t running to Joel to fight his battles. If he wanted you hurt, he’d’ve hit you back.”

Lorenzo sighed, but nodded and took a fat hit. “Which being logical, it’s annoying.”

Jack just chuckled. When they were done, they walk back inside the girl was icing Tommy’s face. After she’d exited the bath with Joel, cuddled up in a ratty towel, she saw Tommy exiting his room with a swollen eye and tapped Joel. Clearly he’d dressed her, and let her tend to him while he stood, arms crossed and glaring. He tried to get Tommy to tell him who did it, but Tommy insisted it was just a small beef with one of the men, but they’d handled it.

When Jack and Lorenzo entered the living room, the girl gave Lorenzo a death glare.

That child had been beaten within an inch of her life again and again and again, forced to suffer the worst thing imaginable and yet she still managed to be so uniquely her. Bravery despite it all.

Brave little bird.

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thank you, thank you, a million times thank you.

and thank you to everyone whose reached out in this trying time.

Tagging people who were active reachng TWW or who still talk to me about it. If you want to be tagged for the finale celebration, lmk!

If you liked, this series, Rooms on Fire has similar vibes.

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @milla-frenchy @pimosworld @miraclesabound @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @the-fox-den @lunar-ghoulie @foggymoonbanana @dinsbaby @pedge-page @koshkaj-blog @rubyfruitjungle @gogh-with-the-flow @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @justagalwhowrites

[alarrytale]

You won't believe this but some Tzp fans and UAs are now refusing to share pics of Taylor that has Garrett in or they will cut Garrett out the pic because they don't want to out Taylor. But Taylor and his sister Maria both post pics with Garrett in. What is the point of fans hiding the pics when Taylor and Maria posy on Instagram for anyone to see. What is wrong with these fans? Why is there no critical thinking? That if Taylor wanted to hide Garrett he would...

Hi, anon!

I'm not surprised. They mean well, but they're not considering that TZP is a 32 year old man who doesn’t need to be protected from himself by 18 year old fans. Spreading a pic that he or someone close to him posted is not outing him. Fans can’t out him, it will be himself doing that in any case. If he's seeding a coming out by posting pics with his husband, his fans are actually sabotaging him. As i've said a hundred times by now, it's not fans job to guard a celebrity's closet door. The celebrity can do that themselves, and you might also be standing in the way for the door to be able to open...

[moonice20408]

Smeyer is obsessed with teenagers fr

So, after seeing this post by @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis, I ended up going through the Illustrated Guide a bit more thoroughly to look at the ages of all the Twilight Vamps when they were turned. It's a bit creepy honestly, and the woman the woman is for sure not trying to hide her knks with these mostly teenagers. 

And i dunno, quick fic info sheet if it helps anyone 🤷‍♀️

Edward – 17

Bella – 18

Alice – 19

Jasper – 19

Emmett – 20

Rosalie – 18

Esme – 26

Carlisle – ‘Approximately’ 23. I would like to take the time to mention that people did know the date when he was alive, so the fact Carlisle canonly doesn’t know his exact age is ridiculous. AND ALSO the London sewers had not been created at this time, so how was he killed by sewer vamps smeyer!?

Victoria – Born in the 1550s, transformed late 1560s, at around 18.

James – Born around 1780, turned around 1805, making him about 25. 🚩

Laurent – DOB 1700s, turned around 1740s at about 40.

Eleazar - DOB 1700s. Transformed in 1700s.

Carmen – DOB 1700s. Transformed in 1700s. Lazy writing. 🙄

Irina – DOB 1000s. Transformed 1000s.

Kate (full name Katrina I just learnt) - DOB 1000s. Transformed 1000s.

Tanya - DOB 1000s. Transformed 1000s. We get it smeyer, you can't be bothered...

Garrett – DOB mid 1700’s. Transformed around 1780. Won’t lie. I read that wrong at first and thought he was 80 for a sec…

There is not really any info on the girl’s mother, Sasha, that isn’t in the books, but the immortal child, Vasilii, she created was 3.

Aro – Ok, so the guide says ‘Born around 1300 BC’ and ‘Transformed around 1260 BC’ But at the bottom of the same page says he was ‘transformed in his mid-20’s’ so ????

Marcus – ‘Transformed before he was 20’ But at the top of the page has his DOB as ‘Around 1350 B.C’ and his date of transformation ‘Unknown’… Like girl can you not do simple math!?

Caius – Late 40’s. But same as Marcus, has a DOB but and unknown date for his transformation.

Sulpicia – Described as a ‘lovely young orphan’ 😶

Didyme – No age, but is younger than Aro.

Athenodora – No real description, was already turned when she met Caius.

Alec – 12 or 13

Jane – 12 or 13

Demetri – DOB around 1000 AD. Transformation after 1000 AD. Thanks smeyer, very helpful.

Felix – Mans got no birthdays 😔

Heidi – DOB before 1550. Transformed before 1550. Yup, ‘before’ on both dates. How can this woman give everyone an exact height, but lose interest with the birthdays? You size-kink is showing smeyer.

Renata – Around 20. Why does this random character who doesn’t show up until the end have an age, but my man felix got nothin!?

Chelsea – DOB before 1100AD. Transformation after 1100AD. Girl just pick a number 😤

Afton – No dates

Corin – No dates

Santiago – No dates

Amun – Born before 2500 BC, but no indication of age.

Kebi - Born before 2500 BC, but no indication of age.

Benjamin – Born sometime between 1790 – 1800. Transformed sometime between 1805 – 1820 at age 15. HE IS 15!?!?!?! 👶

Tia – As a human, she was 3 years younger than Benjamin. But she was turned 5 years after him when she was 17. They are also distantly related. Because of course they are 🥴

Liam – Born around 1615, turned around 1651, making him 36.

Siobhan – Born around 1490, turned around 1510, at approximately 20.

Maggie – Born 1832, turned 1847, also 15! 👶

Maria – No DOB, but transformed 1800’s or earlier, at 19

Lucy – No dates.

Nettie – No dates

Stefan – Unknown DOB, turned before 1000 BC.

Vladimir - Unknown DOB, turned before 1000 BC. Also, smeyer did enough research to know Romania was not yet a country when these two were turned, but didn’t know about the London sewer system. My girl, get 👏 it 👏together👏

Alistair – Born around 1300, transformed around 1320, so is around 20

Peter – Born between 1860 and 1920. Turn between 1860 and 1920. Just pick a number woman.

Charlotte – Born between 1920 and 1925. Turned around 1938, at 18. Smeyer, just say she was born in 1920, why is it so hard for you to do that. The amount of times I’ve written ‘around’ is starting to piss me off. JUST DECIDE. IT IS LITTERALLY UP TO YOU. 😤😤😤

Kachiri – No dates

Senna – No dates

Zafrina – No dates. Rude. We know why. 🙃

[gammacousin]

Lucile Jameson: “To start us off, I just have to give you credit; you're the first person to insist on compensation for coming onto the Purple Podcast.”

Garrett Barton: “To be completely honest, dad said I could only leave the house if I came back with a paycheck, so. I had to lie and tell him I was going to work. Does he listen to this?”

——

Lucile Jameson: “How does it feel to be the first criminal interviewed on the Purple Pod?”

Maria Hill: “If I can cut you off for a second there, Lucy. I didn't KNOW you'd be held hostage.”

Lucile Jameson: “Well it was unpleasant.”

Maria Hill: “They gave you pizza.”

Lucile Jameson: “It had, minimal toppings.”

Maria Hill: “It could've been worse.”

Lucile Jameson: “You're right. I could've been fed Papa Johns instead. I mean that in the best way dad, you just can't make good pizza.”

Maria Hill: “Why did I agree to this abuse?!”

Lucile Jameson: “It's that guilty conscience of yours. It makes you do crazy things like adopt that psychopath who is going to kill you in your sleep.”

Maria Hill: “Riley would do that, wouldn't she?”

Lucile Jameson: “1,000%.”

[findroleplay]

about the writer

Hi! I am currently looking for longterm fandom roleplays. Before I dive into what fandoms I’m looking for, here’s a little bit about me and my writing style! I am 21+, so I so prefer my partners to be 21 and over. I don’t mind talking over tumblr, but I only roleplay through discord. My preference is oc x canon, although I’m flexible. Sometimes I can also do canon x canon. Also, very double friendly! I play all ships, Igbt+ friendly! I love nsfw content, romance, or mildly dark themes. I’m flexible with replies as well. Some days I can send out multiple responses, sometimes it’s a couple of days before I can reply. I always try to be upfront with my partners!

fandoms

Besides each fandom listed below is a list of people I would like portrayed for me! I’m willing to play any character from each fandom for you in return.

911 Evan “Buck” Buckley, Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz

Criminal Minds Derek Morgan, Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner

FBI Omar Adom “OA” Zidan, Stuart Scola, Jubal Valentine, Maggie Bell

Harry Potter Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Charlie Weasley.

Hogwarts Legacy Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Garrett Weasley

Marvel Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov, Stephen Strange

Riverdale Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, FP Jones

Supernatural Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

contact

If any of this sounds interesting, leave a like and I’ll send you a message!

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[tybaltsjuliet]

Recast your choice of King Arthur media?

i couldn't decide which one i wanted to do more, so you get two!

quest for camelot, again, ideally in a cool live-action remake format which i get to be in charge of writing the script for, because my nostalgia wants this story to be so good so bad:

kayley: jessie mei li. she can keep their piercings if she wants because that would look dope as all hell. AND WE'LL GET THEM IN SOME PROPER ARMOR.

garrett: kristen stewart. can you not just hear her delivering all his delightfully mean and weary lines. can you not just see the pain on her face when kayley leaves for camelot. fuck. i'm emotional now.

ruber: JASON ISAACS. he was MADE for this role. maybe we can even write him a better villain song, as a treat. i think jason isaacs has earned a villain song at this point in his career.

...and camelot, cast with the stage in mind, but will also GLADLY accept this as a film adaptation, too (so i can access it, whenever i want):

arthur: RHYS IFANS. PLEASE. GOD'S PERFECT CAMELOT ARTHUR FOR THIS CENTURY. i need this. i need this for my health. i need this to live.

guenevere: sierra boggess. i'm gonna be real honest here. camelot guenevere annoys me. considerably. but i will do it. i will do it for sierra.

...no. actually. no. if i wanted to really embarrass myself, and properly convey the agony it would give me to be attracted to a camelot guenevere, there's only one option. the nightmare i live with every day. she even sings.

taylor swift.

yeah. that's got me in the right mindset of adoration and despair.

lancelot: josh young. what can i say. tennyson's description of lancelot's coal-black curls in "the lady of shalott" was very formative on me. plus he's got a TERRIFIC lock on despair, c.f. his judas.

mordred: mike faist. might as well do that to myself, if i'm making rhys ifans arthur and josh young lancelot. just like that story about maria theresa getting her teeth pulled while giving birth.

nimue: katrina lenk. i would also be hypnotized by her voice and happily follow her to an enchanted cave. she caught me slipping.

i generally defer to @venusofsuburbia for hot old men who know magic but i'd be extremely into seeing robert carlyle as merlin. it's the once upon a time brainrot. i will also take this opportunity to shoehorn in sarah brightman as morgan le fay, if we're including her in this production.

[scottwellsmagic]

808: Daniel Garcia - Ideas Unlimited

Daniel Garcia is a highly respected magic creator and consultant. But he is an awesome performer in his own right, too! Daniel helps create magic for David Blaine, Dynamo, Cyril Takayama, and Dynamo, (just to name a few) for their performances on stage and screen and online, too.

Daniel talks this week about some of the celebrated magicians with whom he has worked, as well as how he comes up with his creative ideas. He has a system for developing these ideas that he shares in this episode. He also surrounds himself with other creative types like Blake Vogt, Alex Rangel, Brent Braun, and others who are titans of trickery in their own right.

Download this podcast in an MP3 file by Clicking Here and then right click to save the file. You can also subscribe to the RSS feed by Clicking Here. You can download or listen to the podcast through Pandora and SiriusXM (formerly Stitcher) by Clicking Here or through FeedPress by Clicking Here or through Tunein.com by Clicking Here or through iHeart Radio by Clicking Here. If you have a Spotify account, then you can also hear us through that app, too. You can also listen through your Amazon Alexa and Google Home devices. Remember, you can download it through the iTunes store, too. See the preview page by Clicking Here

In 2023 we suffered the loss of many friends who have passed away, but whom are not forgotten. Perhaps as we grow older, we are more aware of those who pass. But this last year saw the passing of almost twice as many as were listed in the magic obituaries of 2022.

Although the list below is not exhaustive, it does reflect the names of many well-known (and some lesser known) magicians, spouses, assistants and magic aficionados who passed on in 2023. Some may not be as well-known to you, but they were my personal friends (hey, it is my blog!). If you are unfamiliar with any of these names, then it would behoove you to do a little online search of what these people have contributed to our craft. If you have someone you think was overlooked, then please post the name in the comments below on this blog.

Those whose names are highlighted with a “hot link” were featured or interviewed here on The Magic Word Podcast. It was not my original intent when I began this journey to chronicle the voices before they left us, but I am so thankful that I did sit down with many of these friends for lively, and sometimes intimate, conversations. You can click on their name to revisit and listen to their voices again.

Joe Stevens

Scott Alexander

Bob King

George Kimery

Karl Fulves

Véronique Ross

Greg Koren

Maria Ibanez

Thom Peterson

Gloria Metzner aka Gloria Dea

Harry Lorayne

Dr. Edwin “Eddie” Dawes

George Silverman

Dan Witkowski

Milton “Milt” Page Larsen

Ricky D. Boone

Dan Garrett

Larry Becker

Darwin Ortiz

Dirk Arthur

Dick Gustafson

Leo Behnke

Graham Putnam

Jeff Lanes

David Berglas

Jack Delvin

Tom Craven

Micky Hades

Bill Goldman

Tommy Smothers

[ao3feed-ship-clintcoulson]

Sightlines

Sightlines https://ift.tt/hEVbLIQ by JAZTEXTTEN A BDSM AU about Clint being a sub that doesn't know how to be a sub despite needing it to be sane and live. Or Years of trauma have an effect on everyone, trauma has a lasting impact even if you ignore it. Clint was raised by a father who hated everything but alcohol but he hated his sub son the most, raised him as a dom. When his parents died he assumed it would get better but it didnt, Barney kept Clint from showing any small signs of submission. Then the circus happened, and that had been the worst of all, the things they did to subs when they got their hands on them. Clint forced it all down and away, he didn't give in at all. So when he was brought into S.H.I.E.L.D no one quite knew what to do with the sub who's been living as a dom his whole life. Words: 2737, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Melinda May, John Garrett (Marvel), Jasper Sitwell, Victoria Hand, Barney Barton, Minor Characters Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Tags May Change, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Past Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Canon-Typical Violence, Dom Phil Coulson, Sub Clint Barton, Safe Sane and Consensual, Safeword Use, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Spanking, Flogging, Light Bondage, Blindfolds, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Hurt/Comfort, Clint Barton Needs a Hug, Clint Barton Has PTSD, Deaf Clint Barton, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-Sexual Submission, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Blood and Injury, Protective Phil Coulson, BAMF Phil Coulson, Phil Coulson Needs a Hug

[thechaosmuses]

Below the cut is a list of all my canon characters, from every fandom, organized by such. I figured I would go ahead and put this up, as well as an oc muse one, for my oc and canon starters so that way it's easier for y'all to see who is included without going to every separate muse list.

The Vampire Diaries

Freya Celeste Mikaelson Elijah Daniel Mikaelson Niklaus Ryder Mikaelson Kolton Nathaniel Mikaelson Henrik Alexander Mikaelson Hope Andrea Mikaelson Malachai Silas Parker Olivia Mae Parker Silas Xavier Salvatore Damon Luca Salvatore Stefan Lance Salvatore Jeremiah Steven Gilbert Katherine Maria Pierce Qetsiyah Zione Bennett Bonnie Sheila Bennett Marcel Leon Gerard Hayley Jane Marshall Elizabeth Anne Forbes Josette Olivia Saltzman Ryan Nicholas Clarke Landon Maxwell Kirby Aurora Violet De Martel Aiden Matthew Lawrence Tyler James Lockwood Alexia Rae Branson Sebastian Killian Jones Milton Gabriel Greasley Benjamin James Kenson Lorenzo James St. John Vincent Keith Griffith Sean Kieran O'Connell Lucien Maverick Castle TEST MUSES Dorian Lee Williams Sophie Danielle Deveraux Monique Marie Deveraux Evangeline Amaya Sinclair Inadu Tayen Labonair Rafael Alexander Waithe Finch Taylor Tarrayo Cleo Ada Sowande Penelope Eden Park Jade Ivy Young

Containment

Jake Holden Riley Katie Selene Frank Jana Christine Mayfield Teresa Violet Keaton

Teen Wolf

Mieczyslaw Noah Stilinski Scott Gregorio McCall Christopher Henry Argent Allison Artemis Argent Lydia Sophia Martin Jackson William Whittemore Derek Samuel Hale Cora Avery Hale Camden Matthew Lahey Isaac Michael Lahey Vernon Dallas Boyd Danny Keahu Mahealani Malia Elizabeth Tate Kira Jade Yukimura Theodore Christian Raeken Jordan Tyler Parrish Aiden Jacob Steiner Mason Cade Hewitt Brett Lee Talbot Garrett Cole Williams Nolan Andrew Holloway Bobby Adam Finstock Marin Sophia Morrell Braeden Valerie Bardot Deucalion Damien Hemming

Supernatural

Dean Michael Winchester Castiel James Novak Claire Grace Novak Jack Kellan Kline Gadreel Dustin Ward Rowena Jane MacLeod Fergus Roderick MacLeod Belphegor

DC Comics

Bartholomew Henry Allen Nora Francine West-Allen Bart Joseph West-Allen Sara Caitlin Lance Dionysus Arbios Kara Aileen Danvers Winslow Jordan Schott Jr. Clark Joseph Kent Mon-El Lar Gand Querl Dox Music Meister Harleen Frances Quinzel Pamela Lillian Isley

Marvel

Joaquin Miguel Torres Peter Django Maximoff Pietro Django Maximoff Wanda Marya Maximoff James Buchanan Barnes (pre-serum and super soldier) Steven Grant Rogers (pre-serum and super soldier) Michelle Julia Jones-Watson Peter Benjamin Parker Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy Peter Benjamin Parker Jonathan Spencer Storm Kate Bishop Natalia Alianovna Romanova Yelena Fyodorovna Belova Brunnhilde Valkyrie Loki Laufeyson Stephanie Grace Rogers (genderbent steve) Jamie Belladonna Barnes (genderbent bucky) Samantha Trinity Wilson (genderbent sam) Theodosia Audra Odinsdottir (genderbent thor) Lady Loki Laufeyson (genderbent loki)

Stranger Things

Jonathan Ross Byers Nancy Diana Wheeler Steven Michael Harrington Robin Rae Buckley Edward Joseph Munson Argyle Eduardo Diaz Jane Eleanor Hopper Dustin Jace Henderson Lucas Charles Sinclair Maxine Elizabeth Mayfield

Misc

Nicholas Sean Miller Winston Saint-Marie Schmidt Reagan Marie Lucas Leonardo Winston Hamato Michelangelo Chandler Hamato Samuel Nicholas Drake King Benjamin Florian

9-1-1

Athena Grant Howard Han Henrietta Wilson Maddison Juliet Buckley Evan Jones Buckley Edmundo Anthony Diaz

Book Babes

Major Jay Kitahara Lieutenant Lorelai Cathwell Sergeant Major Alary Johann Corporal Erik Mendel Devin Nesta Archeron Elain Archeron Feyre Archeron Rhysand Darling Azriel Cassian Amren Morrigan Gwyneth Berdara Eris Sargon Vanserra Lucien Vanserra Helion Luciano Meridian Tamlin Avri Desrosiers Thesan Addae Koitla Viviane Anera Agnarrson

[edisonblog]

Almeida Garrett, later 1st Viscount of Almeida Garrett, was a romantic writer and playwright, orator, peer of the kingdom, minister and honorary Portuguese secretary of state.

Born in Porto, on February 4, 1799, - December 9, 1854, João Baptista da Silva Leitão de Almeida Garrett was one of the most complete writers in the panorama of Portuguese letters.

Graduated in Law from the University of Coimbra, he supported, in the last year of his course, the cause of the liberal revolution of 1820, consequently going into exile in England and France.

During his departure, he published the two founding titles of Portuguese Romanticism: Camões (1825) and D. Branca (1826).

However, it was after his definitive return to Portugal, in 1836, that he proved to be most fruitful, writing a series of works, including the tragic play Frei Luís de Sousa (1843), the unclassifiable Viagens na Minha Terra (1846) , or the bold verses of Folhas Caídas (1853).

Allied to the writer is also Garrett, the civic man, who contributed to the writing of the Constitution of 1838, founded the Dramatic Art Conservatory and headed the project to build the Teatro Nacional D. Maria II.

beautiful boat

Fisherman from the beautiful boat,

Where are you going to fish with her?

That is so beautiful,

Oh fisherman?

Don't you see that the last star

Do you sail in the cloudy sky?

Harvest the candle.

Oh fisherman!

Lay the spear down carefully.

That the mermaid sings beautifully...

But be careful,

Oh fisherman!

Don't get the net entangled in it.

That lost is oar and sail

Just seeing her,

Oh fisherman.

Fisherman from the beautiful boat,

There is still time, run away from it

Run away from her

OH FISHERMAN!

About the poem:

A poetic composition that involves a dialogue with a fisherman, warning him about the dangers of his journey on the "beautiful boat". The repetition of the appeal "Oh fisherman!" suggests urgency and concern. The poet advises the fisherman to be careful with the last star that was veiled in the cloudy sky, to gather the candle and throw the spear with caution to avoid the mermaid that sings seductively. There is a cautionary tone in warning of the dangers of becoming entangled in the mermaid's net, suggesting that doing so would result in the loss of the oar and sail.

It explores symbolic elements, using the sea scene and the figure of the fisherman to convey deeper messages about temptation, danger and the need for caution when faced with seductive situations. The final advice, "It's still time, run away from it", emphasizes the idea that there is still time to avoid imminent dangers and move away from the seduction represented by the "beautiful boat".

#edisonmariotti 

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Almeida Garrett, mais tarde 1.º Visconde de Almeida Garrett, foi um escritor e dramaturgo romântico, orador, par do reino, ministro e secretário de estado honorário português.

Nascido no Porto, a 04 de fevereiro de 1799, - 09 de dezembro de 1854, João Baptista da Silva Leitão de Almeida Garrett foi um dos escritores mais completos no panorama das letras portuguesas.

Formado em Leis pela Universidade de Coimbra, apoia, no último ano do curso, a causa da revolução liberal de 1820, exilando-se consequentemente em Inglaterra e França.

Neste seu afastamento, publica os dois títulos fundadores do Romantismo português: Camões (1825) e D. Branca (1826).

No entanto, é depois do regresso definitivo a Portugal, em 1836, que se mostra mais profícuo, escrevendo um conjunto de obras, das quais se destacam a peça trágica Frei Luís de Sousa (1843), as inclassificáveis Viagens na Minha Terra (1846), ou os ousados versos de Folhas Caídas (1853).

Aliado ao escritor está ainda Garrett, o homem cívico, que contribui para a redação da Constituição de 1838, funda o Conservatório de Arte Dramática e encabeça o projeto de edificação do Teatro Nacional D. Maria II.

Barca bela

Pescador da barca bela,

Onde vais pescar com ela?

Que é tão bela,

Oh pescador?

Não vês que a última estrela

No céu nublado se vela?

Colhe a vela.

Oh pescador!

Deita a lança com cautela.

Que a sereia canta bela...

Mas cautela,

Oh pescador!

Não se enrede a rede nela.

Que perdido é remo e vela

Só de vê-la,

Oh pescador.

Pescador da barca bela,

Inda é tempo, foge dela

Foge dela

OH PESCADOR!

Sobre o poema:

Uma composição poética que envolve um diálogo com um pescador, alertando-o sobre os perigos da sua jornada na "barca bela". A repetição do apelo "Oh pescador!" sugere urgência e preocupação. O poeta aconselha o pescador a ter cuidado com a última estrela que se velou no céu nublado, a colher a vela e a lançar a lança com cautela para evitar a sereia que canta de maneira sedutora. Há um tom de advertência ao alertar sobre os perigos de se enredar na rede da sereia, sugerindo que isso resultaria na perda do remo e da vela.

Explora elementos simbólicos, usando o cenário do mar e a figura do pescador para transmitir mensagens mais profundas sobre tentação, perigo e a necessidade de cautela diante de situações sedutoras. O conselho final, "Inda é tempo, foge dela", enfatiza a ideia de que ainda há tempo para evitar os perigos iminentes e se afastar da sedução representada pela "barca bela". @edisonblog

[therealvinelle]

Never watched the movies so my question is more about the concept. Say The purge starts to be a thing, I'm guessing if vampires knew about it, the ones that do would take advantage and have an all you can eat buffet so: How busy would the Vulturi be? Would something like the newborn wars happen were the Vulturi have to clean house? How likely is the secret to get out?Bonus question, what if anything do the Cullen do, finally stop playing humans as this is The Sign It Is Over?

"You see, Aro, it's totally cool that we exposed vampires to humans. It was the Purge! No rules, baby!"

It wouldn't be a thing for vampires. At least, those who do think that the humans declaring a no laws day applies to them as well, will have a wild day that is followed by the Volturi coming knocking.

Alternatively, if... I don't know, Purgey the vampire with the gift of making the Purge be a thing (Don't ask me how that would even work. If Felix tries to rip your head off for what you did during the Purge he gets a shock and has to step back?) worked his magic, then this means preventative measures.

The Volturi are killing everyone they believe will take advantage of the Purge ahead of the day. The Romanians, Maria and other newborn army leaders as well as all the newborns, people like Garrett and others who have grated against the Volturi rule.

(That, or they just kill Purgey.

That's what really happens here, some guy comes along saying he has the power of making the Volturi unable to prosecute you, he's dead in the time it takes Demetri & friends to find him.)

It's a bloodbath, but no people left interested in taking advantage of the Purge means no Pudge.

[fireflaked]

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what a privilige it is to love (chapters 26/?):  Azulon demands that Ozai kills his daughter instead of his son. Treason occurs, vigilante activities commence, and Zuko and Azula choose to stick with each other through it all. [zutara, found family]

a great honor to hold you up (chapters 3/?): a collection of bonus scenes from what a privilige

jinko ficlets (chapters 3/?): a collection of jinko ficlets

burns (chapters 3/3): the Gaang investigates the mysterious burns on Zuko’s chest. [Gen/found family]

riddles in the dark (chapters 3/3): In the Fire Nation there was a legend, one which they always told during the Winter Solstice. A hero's lover is stolen away by a spirit, and he must journey to the spirit world itself to win them back. Sokka was no hero, he was just a guy with a boomerang. But he would do anything to save Zuko. [zukka]

Superstore

Promise Me (chapters 1/1): Garrett is not happy about how Amy left Jonah [simmosa]

a mended heart by a thousand stitches (chapters 8/8):  It’s hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but its harder to give up when you know its everything you want. [simmosa]

and the tenderness moves all things (chapters 1/1): Amy asks Jonah to be her fake boyfriend. [simmosa]

thread by thread, i come apart (chapters 1/3): There are a lot of stabbings in Cloud 9 stores. Jonah was the unlucky one this time. [simmosa]

PJO

Blue Planet, Blue Pancakes (chapters 1/1): Annabeth and Paul talk after Percy went missing. [percabeth, gen]

New York Subways Just Be Like That (chapters 1/1): we sit on the same subway everyday and somehow we've ended up with this weird, silent friendship where we exchange "wtf" looks when other passengers do something weird. [percabeth]

Castlevania

in darkness i'm ruthless (chapters 1/1): Maria fell to her knees, choking back a sob as she reached for him. At that moment, she knew that she would never recover if he wasn’t breathing. It was her fault. If Richter had died for her, just like her mom did, she wouldn’t be able to go on. She would have just laid down next to him and waited for the next night creature to finish her off. [gen]

[thewidowsghost]

The Sky’s the Limit - Chapter 15

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Previously:

"Well, a lot of us lost respect for Fury when he picked you as his second. If he needed eye candy around, he could have at least picked Romanoff."

"Nastyiest thing I've ever heard," Natasha Romanoff replies, hovering over her girlfriend's shoulder.

"That's funny," Maria Hill says into the COMMs. "I'll tell her you said that."

"And she wouldn't like that," Natasha grumbles.

"Now hand Skye and (Y/n) over," Maria says into the COMMs, "or I'll have a squad of F-16s knock you on your ass."

"Even if you had that kind of pull anymore, which you don't, Coulson would never let you do it. He would never sacrifice Skye or (Y/n) like that. But you know Garrett would," Ward nods slightly. "So don't try and follow us."

"This doesn't have to go down like this, Ward," Maria tells the HYDRA agent. "You don't owe Garrett anything."

"You're wrong," Ward says, the engine revs and the BUS begins to roll down the tarmac.

3rd Person POV

Skye rests a concerned hand on (Y/n)'s cheek, stroking the bloody skin with a thumb.

(Y/n)'s eyes flutter open, closing again at the gentle touch. Then her eyes flash open, trying to sit up.

"Hey," Skye says, gently rubbing her thumb (Y/n)'s forehead.

"W-what h-happe-ened?" (Y/n) rasps, her hand falling to her chest, pushing against it gently.

"Everything's okay now," Skye doesn't answer the question, worried that if she told (Y/n) what really happened, (Y/n) would leave her - or whatever the relationship status they had.

(Y/n) tries to sit up again, and Skye  helps her outside, where (Y/n)'s eyes brighten when she sees Fitz and Simmons sitting with their feet in the pool.

Skye leads (Y/n) over to a table where they sit down together.

"Thought you didn't eat junk food," Skye says, (Y/n) and Skye watching Trip lean against a vending machine, eating a bag of chips.

"I'm on vacation," Trip replies.

"Until?" (Y/n) asks, her eyes crinkling slightly in a smile.

A door opens, and Trip gestures to it. "Until that man tells me it's time to work."

Coulson walks over to the table, squeezing (Y/n)'s shoulder in a fatherly manner. "Not tonight," Coulson tells Trip, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Live a little."

Trip chuckles. "That case, I'm gonna go crazy. Maybe have another bag."

(Y/n) smiles, shaking her head in an amused exasperation.

Coulson sighs, walking over to the vending machine Trip had just been leaning against. "Never been homeless before."

"Not fun," (Y/n) and Skye reply in unison.

"At least we have a pool," Skye jokes and (Y/n) smiles again, resting her hand on top of Skye's.

Coulson leans down, picking three candy bars out of the slot. Then he turns, studying Skye's expression. "We'll get him."

"I know," Skye replies, turning her hand over under (Y/n)'s and squeezing gently. She sighs softly, leaning forward in her chair. "I left them a little present when I encrypted the drive. Should help."

"That's my little hacker," (Y/n) smiles warmly.

Coulson leans forward, handing both (Y/n) and Skye a candy bar.

"Thanks," Skye says, unwrapping her candy bar and taking a bite.

"Nice night," Coulson comments, his gaze falling over to where Fitz and Simmons were sitting at the edge of the pool.

. . .

"Eye witnesses say that the assailant smashed through several walls before killing Colombia's most notorious drug lord," a newscaster says as the former agents were watching TV a few mornings later, "Alejandro Castillo, AKA El Dogo. Speculation continues as to whether this superhuman assassination was carried out by a man, monster, or machine." The newscaster is switched with a picture of Deathlok.

"The correct answer is 'D,'" Fitz says, straightening himself on the bed. "All of the above." Fitz turns around, looking between Skye and (Y/n) - who were comfortably leaning against each other, both looking at Skye's laptop - and Simmons. "What the hell is Deathlok doing in Bagota?" he questions.

"And why would he kill a drug lord with known ties to HYDRA?" Simmons replies.

"HYDRA sucks," (Y/n) grumbles, resting her chin on Skye's shoulder to have a better look at the laptop's screen.

"Well, if they really are in Colombia, then Garrett and our hijacked plane might not even be in American airspace. I have to expand our search," Skye says, looking between Fitz and Simmons.

There's a knock on the open door, and Coulson pokes his head inside. "Guys . . . you want to come in here for a minute?"

The four youngest (former) agents walk into the other room to sit - once again - on the bed.

"This is just about everything we've been dealing with," Coulson begins, gesturing to a large notepad leaning against an easel. The notepad had a few circles on them with words like "Clairvoyant," "Deathlok," "Quinn;" "Cyberteck" inside them. "And this," Coulson recircles the word 'Cybertek,' "connects all of it. Cybertek built Deathlok, shipped items to Quinn, who was working for the Clairvoyant, who turned out to be Garrett, who planted Ward on our BUS, because he wanted to know why I didn't stay dead." Coulson takes a slight step back, looking at all the chaotic lines he'd just drawn on the page. "Should've drawn another chart for this part."

"No, I get it," Fitz says, and Coulson turns to him. "Garrett's been developing Centipede serum all this time."

"Yes," Coulson nods.

"And he wants GH-325 as its final ingredient -" Simmons says.

"Stuff sucks," (Y/n) mutters.

"A way to stabilize and regenerate his Centipede soldiers," Simmons goes on, not having heard (Y/n)'s comment.

"And it's why Ward came back for the hard drive," May finishes. "It had all your research about Coulson and (Y/n) and Skye. It's all on there."

"But that's not the only thing on there," Coulson says, pointing the tip of his closed marker towards Skye. "Skye left them a surprise. A Trojan Horse."

"It's been slowly mapping every system they've uploaded it to," Skye says.

(Y/n) shoots Skye an admiring glance.

"Well that's brilliant," Simmons smiles at Skye.

"Trojan Horse," Fitz says, nodding with approval. "You can wake it up and take over their systems."

"Well done Skye," Simmons says.

"Thanks," Skye smiles, happy at the praise. "Except it doesn't work that way because I didn't have enough time to build it, so we need to plug his into one of their computers." Skye pulls out a flash drive and shows it to the others. "Spoiler alert - we can't seem to find one."

. . .

Turns out, the task was harder than it sounded.

"Get ready for a huge file transfer," (Y/n) says into the COMMs, shoving the file of the first Deathlok - John Garrett - back into the filing cabinet.

"How huge?" Skye asks.

Glass shatters as (Y/n), Coulson, and May heave a filing cabinet through a window of the eight story building.  

There is a rush, FitzSimmons lifting the cabinet into the back of the truck.

Trip lifts a speargun and shoots a rope into the ceiling of the building before securing it to the bumper of the truck.

. . .

"(Y/n), Fitz, Simmons, you have the maps," Coulson says, and (Y/n) nods. "Do not engage under any circumstances. If you find the BUS, call us and stand down."

Word Count: 1302 words

[directlyat-thesun-moved]

Should've Picked Romanoff

So, guys! I got to 100 followers! 🥳 in honor of this, i'm going to start sharing my fanfic!

The first one I'm sharing-one i'm very proud of-is called Should've Picked Romanoff, in which the Ward-Hill conversation "If Fury wanted eye candy, he should've picked Romanoff." "That's funny, I'll tell her you said that." results in post-tws fluff and a fanfic that made me laugh when I rewrote it. (it's a oneshot, by the way.)

“A lot of us lost respect for Fury when he picked you as his second. If he wanted eye candy around, he could’ve at least picked Romanoff.” “That’s funny, I’ll tell her you said that.”

After leaving Steve to deal with the fall of HYDRA, Natasha went to meet up with one of the few people she trusted: Maria Hill. She didn’t know exactly where to find the agent, but sure enough, after waiting a few days at an abandoned S.H.I.E.L.D. base, her old friend showed up.

It was true that Maria and Natasha were very close, but Nat still didn’t know who she could trust. When Maria finally arrived, she was met with a gun in her face and a “Whose side are you on?”

The agent threw her hands up in surprised surrender. “Jeez, Natasha! Look at me, do I look like I’m HYDRA?” She was wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform that was torn in multiple places and she had dirt and scars all over her face and hands. “I finally found this place - a struggle since Fury can’t help - and I’m attacked by my friend?”

“Fury’s alive,” Natasha reminded Maria matter-of-factly.

“Right, I forgot you knew that. But, seriously, how could I be HYDRA? Fury trusted me. Besides me, he literally trusted four other people: You, Cap, Coulson, and Barton. Nobody could get close to him without passing a thousand lie detector tests and at least one are-you-human-if-so-click-the-boats test.”

Natasha was still holding the gun, so she dropped it, but Maria knew that if needed, Nat could murder a three-hundred-pound man with her bare hands. “John Garrett’s HYDRA and Fury trained him.”

“Was he on my people-who-Fury-trusts list though?” Maria pointed out with a smirk.

Natasha chuckled. “I missed you. So, how’d whatever you were doing go?”

“Oh, this?” asked Maria, gesturing to her uniform. At Natasha’s nod, she said, “I was working with Coulson’s team and after I left, HYDRA tailed me and I got into a bit of a… mess, to say the least.” Then, her face suddenly lit up. “Natasha! I meant to tell you: Garrett’s kid Ward is HYDRA too, and earlier he said something like ‘if Fury wanted eye candy, he should’ve picked Romanoff as his second.’”

Natasha laughed. The kind of laugh that she hadn’t laughed since the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. “Oh my god, Maria. What did you say back?”

Hill smiled. “I told him I’d tell you.”

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[skyler10fic]

Reveal - Ch. 1: The Machine

By Skyler10

Summary: It is time for Carol, Daisy, Jemma, and Fitz to finally find out the secret behind the Secret Warriors program they signed up for when they entered Carter Academy last year to become Shield agents. But Daisy and Carol have another secret they must share with each other—and the world—before it tears them apart.

Notes: This is the third in my The Family Secret series. You don't have to read that one first, but you might enjoy the build-up more if you do. There is a time jump here to their second year at Carter Academy. Get ready for the mutual pining to begin! :D

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They were finally alone, just the two of them in the woods, by the campfire, under the stars. Carol leaned in, eyes flicking to Daisy’s lips, ready and waiting to close the distance. Just a few inches. But Daisy was frozen. She couldn’t move in, no matter how hard she tried. Carol’s eyes opened and she began to fade away. “No, come back!” Daisy called. But with a sad smile, Carol turned ghostly translucent and was whisked away, into the air, disappearing completely with a tiny wave goodbye. 

Daisy groaned as her alarm woke her from The Dream—the same dream she’d been having for over a year, increasing in frequency over the summer while Daisy was interning at the Triskelion with Shield communications and Carol was learning the basics of piloting at a special program in New Mexico. Now, though, they were back at Carter Academy for year 2 of their training to be Shield agents, and the semester was busier than ever with homework, projects, tests, and the Secret Warriors program.

Daisy fumbled for her phone to stop the too-happy too-early sounds and sighed. She hadn’t imagined it. They had nearly kissed on that fateful camping trip before they exposed John Garrett and brought down Pantheon. They nearly kissed again a few months later, in the snow just before Christmas, and then when they reunited after the winter holidays. And again at the formal dinner and dance following their promotion to cadet status at the end of their freshman year. Each time, they were interrupted or the timing wasn’t right or one of them was called away or their friends or family arrived. There were also a few times sparring in the gym when it probably would have happened if they had been alone.  

Communication was frustratingly vague. They were clearly a pair but not officially anything other than friends. Others assumed they were a matching set, like their best friends, Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz, whom people had started referring to as FitzSimmons. It was different for Daisy and Carol though. When Jemma and Fitz began dating officially, no one was surprised. For Daisy and Carol, people were more likely to describe them as “like sisters!” than assume they were a romantic couple. 

Daisy knew Carol had dated Maria Rambeau in high school, so she was sure Carol was at least out to herself as somewhere on the spectrum of queerness. But she hadn’t said anything about it since starting at Carter, and she didn’t exactly have rainbows on every surface. This line of pondering made Daisy pick up her phone again. She scrolled through photos Carol had sent her over the summer while they were apart, trying to find even the most subtle hint or Pride flag in the background or a signal somehow that she was ready to be publicly out.

As for Daisy herself, every time she thought about coming out, her stomach turned in knots. Biphobia was still real, of course, but the rational part of her knew she didn’t have to be nervous to tell the people who really mattered to her. Carter had sponsored Pride events, and Shield was fully supportive of queer agents. Her family, too, she was fairly sure would be fine. They had LGBTQIA+ friends and colleagues, at least. And she couldn’t picture any of her friends having a problem with it. Still, she hesitated. She should probably start with her parents. But how?

Oh. Parents. Daisy nearly dropped her phone on her face as she realized. What if the reason Carol didn’t talk about being gay was that she wasn’t out to her parents? Or she was, and it had gone horribly wrong? 

She sent Carol a quick good morning text with a sleepy puppy GIF and hummed a little laugh when she received a GIF back of a grumpy Garfield with a giant coffee cup.

“You’re going to be late!” Jemma called from the other room. 

“Getting up now!” Daisy called back.

They were lucky. The two of them lived together on campus, but the sophomore dorms were more like small apartments. The presence of a faculty-in-residence and an upperclassman RA down the hall helped their parents come around to letting Jemma out of the more restrictive freshman dorm life and letting Daisy leave home, though being 17 and 18, that was still a big step for their parents to let their little girls a bit further out of the nest. 

Fitz had been assigned to a similar apartment, but with random roommates: a hottie named Trevor and his dorky best friend, Deke. Fitz and Trevor got along alright, but Deke was another story, so Fitz spent most of his time at the girls’ apartment or in the SciTech labs. 

On the other end of the spectrum of independence, 19-year-old Carol lived in a two-story historic (aka run-down) house with some of the other pilots and flight crew in training closer to the stop for the bus that ran to the hangers. They joked that the house was like a sorority, but one solely made up of astrophysics nerds, military kids, aerospace engineers, and ROTC officers. 

The first thing they had on their schedule in the morning, however, was the Secret Warriors Program. 

The Dream was still on Daisy’s mind as she and Jemma made their way across campus to the secret gym. 

“... but Fitz did it anyway, of course. You know him. So you can guess how that went over with the professor.” Jemma stopped her story and glanced over to Daisy as they walked. “Are you listening or are you somewhere else?” 

“Sorry.” Daisy grimaced. “I didn’t get any of that.” 

“It’s alright,” Jemma sighed. “Just helps to talk it out anyway. I still don’t understand why the particles reacted, but I do feel better about it. What’s got you so preoccupied?” 

“Me? Nothing. I just… had a weird dream.” Daisy caught sight of Carol walking toward them, gym bag at her side, early morning light making her hair glow golden, looking naturally flawless even before 7 a.m. As she always did. 

Daisy accidentally let out an audible sigh, and Jemma shook her head.

Daisy caught her look. “What?” 

“Nothing!” Jemma held up her hands in innocence. 

“Hey!” Carol called out and met up with them, ending any further inquiries into dreams or facial expressions. Daisy held back the urge to take her hand as they finished the walk to the Secret Warriors building. Just like she did every day. 

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Today was different in one respect, at least. Instead of having them suit up in their workout clothes or sending each to their specialized training stations, Agent Bobbi Morse instructed them to take a seat on folding chairs around a big black storage box that sat on a metal table in the middle of the gym. 

Agent Morse had been made the Program assistant director in their freshman year after being reassigned to Carter while recovering from an injury and Agent Gordon’s duties took him elsewhere for the year. She’d apparently succeeded by every metric, though whatever those were, the cadets couldn’t tell. So far there had been more secrets than answers in the Program. Maybe today this black box held some answers. If not, it was just another weird day at their weird spy college.  

“Each of you is like this box,” Agent Morse began as she circled between their ring of chairs and the box at the center. “We don’t know what’s inside you, but it holds great potential. Is it something extraordinary? Something lethal? Something useful? Something beautiful? Regardless, only you can decide how you use it.”

Daisy’s stomach tightened. That statement wasn’t entirely true. Ever since she’d chosen Shield as her future, the hopes for her potential had piled high. She could see it in her parents’ eyes but also in all those who knew she was their daughter. Not only was she a “legacy” cadet but one whose parents were high-ranking agents, at least before they had come to teach here themselves. Her dad was permanently assigned here as a history professor, but her mom was only teaching survivorship and martial arts classes while she recovered from injuries, the same as Agent Morse. One day, they would be back out in the field, saving the world. For all of these heroes to look to Daisy as the next generation was an honor, of course, but it also made her anxious. What if she wasn’t who they thought she was? What if what was inside her metaphorical inner black box was something unremarkable—or worse, something destructive or broken? 

“Johnson!” Agent Morse barked, causing Daisy to zone back in with a blush. She’d missed whatever Agent Morse had been saying for the last minute or so. But Morse wasn’t calling her out. She was calling on her in the same way the rest of them did. To prove her leadership and capability. Daisy always rose to the occasion, as expected. 

Agent Morse continued. “Open the box and tell us only what you see inside, not what you assume it to be or what it might be or what you fear it to be, but only the evidence you see before you.” 

Daisy nodded and complied. It took a bit of effort to pop open the latches keeping it closed, but the lid lifted easily after that. “I see… a machine? It has a purple circle in the middle and blue crystals on the outside.” 

“Metal?” Agent Morse asked.

“Some sort of … silver?” Daisy guessed and looked up to meet her instructor’s piercing blue eyes. Luckily, they brightened. 

“No, but it’s enough for now to just describe the appearance. Some day you may be in the field, facing something you know nothing about and have to describe it to a fellow agent back in the lab.” She nodded to Jemma. “Simmons, based on what your colleague in the field is describing, what conclusions can you draw?” 

Jemma tried not to look too bewildered. “There’s a million questions I would need answered before I could even attempt—”

“Ask then.” Morse gestured to Daisy and the box. 

 “Alright.” Jemma sat up straighter. “Shape and size?” 

“About a foot all the way around, with metal arms? I guess?” Daisy offered the best she could. This thing looked nothing like any machine she’d ever known “The arms are coming up from the base, with the purple thing underneath.” 

Agent Morse interrupted with a static Schhh sound and spoke into an imaginary walkie-talkie in her hand. “Agent Johnson, this is Control. The building is set to collapse and hostiles are on the way. You need to identify the item in 60 seconds before you have to get your team out.” 

Daisy’s heart rate sped up, not because of the imaginary scenario but because she had had a taste of having to escape before in real life, to get a team out under pressure, not knowing if the enemy was behind them. She caught Carol’s knowing eyes. What would Carol say to do? She’d say to play to her strengths. Carol tapped her front pocket with the outline of her phone showing through the fabric. Communications. Daisy didn’t know this tech, but she did know her own tools. 

Daisy whipped her phone out of her pocket and, within seconds, sent Jemma a photo of what she saw in the box before Agent Morse realized what was happening. 

“Incoming data transfer,” Daisy hinted, holding up her phone for Jemma to see. 

“Oh!” Jemma pulled hers out of her bag. “That is helpful. Thank you, Agent Johnson. Safe travels to you and the team and we’ll see you back at HQ shortly.” She finished her role-playing before seriously examining the photo. 

“That’s cheating,” Agent Morse countered in a dry tone. Her expression didn’t look angry, however. If anything she was amused and trying not to show it. 

“That’s communications,” Daisy countered. She stood at attention, waiting to be dismissed back to her seat and eager to find out what the machine actually did now that the object lesson was over. 

“Agent Johnson,” Agent Morse began again, “your orders have changed. The item’s container is damaged and stuck. You can’t take it with you. But you need to recover the item itself and bring it back to the lab for your team to study. Retrieve the item.” 

Daisy peered back into the box, planning how best to grab it without dropping it. It didn’t look exceptionally heavy, but she knew part of the lesson was that looks could be deceiving. 

Behind Daisy’s back, Jemma saw Agent Morse’s raised eyebrow as Daisy raised her hands to reach into the box. 

“Wait!” Jemma cried out. “I haven’t identified if it’s safe to touch. It could injure you or worse if you make contact with the wrong part.” 

“10 points to SciTech!” Agent Morse crowed. “Exactly. You don’t know if this device is going to be 100 pounds or trip a bomb or burn your skin. The clock’s still ticking, though. What’s it going to be, Agent Johnson?” 

Never before had Daisy wished she had a claw from a toy machine she could control with a joystick. Or maybe a selfie stick with a hinged metal hand. Or … she couldn’t tech her way out of this one. She had no viable ideas.

Agent Morse started a countdown. “10… 9… 8… c’mon Johnson, the whole place is crashing down around you and you’ve got a team to get out of here, what’s it going to be… 7… 6… you’ve come all this way for nothing if this machine doesn’t make it back … 5… 4… 3…” 

Daisy’s gaze flicked up from the box to Carol, who watched in anticipation. 

“2…”

Daisy snatched the machine by one of its metal arms and slid the other hand under the base to steady it. 

She turned around to defiantly face Agent Morse, holding the machine up for her classmates to see in full what she’d been unable to describe. At least now they believed her that it was bizarre.

“Good work, Johnson. At great personal risk, you saved the day and completed your mission. You may return to your seat.” She gestured for Daisy to place the device on the metal table. “FitzSimmons, you’re up.”

Daisy collapsed onto the chair and caught her breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as her two science-minded friends argued over the machine’s potential purpose and structure. Others joined them at the table until the whole class was involved in speculation, with Agent Morse guiding them through the process of deduction. Except Carol, still beside Daisy and watching with concern as Daisy didn’t join in the huddle. 

“Hey, you okay?” Carol placed a hand on her knee. 

“Hmm? Yeah. Just…” Daisy sighed. “That’s the job, isn’t it? Lives on the line, decisions to make, never knowing if you’re doing the right thing until you’ve done it.” 

“Yeah.” Carol nodded. “Maybe not every day though. All jobs get boring over time. Some day we’re going to be like, ‘oh, another mystery machine, can’t we get some variety around here? Mondays, right?’” 

Daisy laughed, as was Carol’s intention. “Thank you. For the phone thing. And for being there, even if you don’t say anything, just having you there… anyway. Thanks.” 

“Always.” It sounded like a promise. Daisy desperately wanted to believe it would be true. 

They were pulled from the moment by Agent Morse relenting. 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough! Props to Diaz for her suggestion that it is one device in a pair, Fitz for noticing the air propulsion and heat chambers, and Gutierrez for correctly identifying the on/off switch. Everyone back to your seats.”

The gymnasium settled back down into silence. All the cadets waited on the edge of their seats for the reveal. 

Out of nowhere, a knife flew over the heads of the cadets directly at Agent Morse. To their shock and awe, she caught it by the handle with hardly a blink. All heads turned to the dark corner the knife was thrown from. 

“Hello, sweetheart.” A ruggedly handsome man with an English accent and his hands in the pockets of his black jacket swaggered forward. 

All heads turned to Agent Morse to determine whether they were under attack or expecting a guest. Their curiosity only increased as she winked flirtatiously at him.  

“Class, this is Lance Hunter. He’s here to help demonstrate.”

He circled behind them, and Agent Morse mirrored his movements in front of them, making for a dizzying moment for the cadets. It reminded Daisy of two predators facing off. Or perhaps the world’s strangest mating ritual. 

The show continued as Lance Hunter dodged and Agent Morse pursued out of the circle into an open part of the gym. The tables turned as he threw three more knives at her in quick succession, and she caught each one easily. She turned to show off the knives to the riveted class and threw them into a target on the opposite wall, hitting the bullseye effortlessly. While she was distracted, he snuck up behind her to attack. But she was too quick and had him pinned on the floor in seconds. He grinned and stretched up to peck a kiss to her cheek. 

“Not in front of the kids, Hunter,” she teased and rolled her eyes. She helped him up and he took a showman’s deep bow. 

The class erupted in applause, but they were still confused. 

“I don’t think they got it, love,” Hunter said to Agent Morse. He spoke slowly to all of them, “Reflexes. She’s supernaturally, abnormally fast with the reflexes. You’re future Shield agents! Didn’t any of you pick up on that?” 

Fitz looked to the machine, still on the metal table. Daisy could almost hear the gears turning in his mind as he worked out what they were all missing. 

“Are… are you saying that…” Fitz pointed to the machine, “gave you…” he trailed off, gesturing to the target with the knives in the center. 

Jemma saw where he was going and leaned forward, gripping the edge of her chair, unsure of whether to run from the machine in fear or to it in fascination. “The crystals are heated and release a gas—”

“We call it the mist.” Agent Morse resumed her place in the middle of the circle, near the machine. She was done with theatrics. It was time for them to finally find out the secret behind the Secret Warriors. “You may have heard rumors on campus that each future agent receives a gift that they have their fourth year to hone and perfect. Usually these are amplified abilities that they already possess. For example, Professor Phil Johnson,” she nodded in Daisy’s direction, “has an extraordinary memory. Others might receive enhanced intelligence, courage, empathy, wisdom, deduction, deception. Useful qualities for a spy, but maybe not what you think of when you picture superpowers.”

Daisy’s heart was in her throat. This was it. The confirmation of her theory all along. 

“Ten years ago, I was selected for a special program, just like all of you. Instead of going through the mist in my fourth year, I and a dozen of my peers were chosen to receive our gifts earlier. In our second year. Our gifts were different than the rest.” 

Agent Morse paused, looking around the circle at their young faces, so eager to begin the adventure she’d been beaten up by, to the point she’d been taken out of the field to be here. Daisy remembered her in her hospital bed, the way she’d been so desperate for them to warn Hunter, who now stood behind them, safe and healthy but with a haunted shadow in his eyes when he thought no one was looking. 

“These gifts require discipline,” Agent Morse continued, leaning back on the metal table. “They don’t come easily. Unfortunately. We don’t get to choose, and they can be hard to accept. But, it’s worth it.” She met Carol’s eyes, seeming to answer the unasked question there. “If I had to go back? I’d do it again in a heartbeat. It’s like I said. You’re the black box. We don’t know what’s inside. But when you go through the mist, it’s yours. You just have to decide what to do with it.” 

Jemma raised her hand and Agent Morse called on her. “Why us? We were chosen before we even started classes last year. All we’ve been doing is training, but we don’t know what for. How were we selected?” 

Agent Morse sighed and sent Jemma a sad smile, knowing it was exactly what Jemma didn’t want to hear. “That’s classified.” 

Daisy scrunched her brow. “Classified? That’s your answer. It’s classified?” she spoke in frustration without being called on. “It’s our future. You can’t just say that’s classified. We deserve to know.” 

Hunter chuckled in the back. “I like this one.” 

Agent Morse ignored him but held her ground against Daisy’s rising anger. “I know. Welcome to Shield.” 

“But—” Daisy didn’t get to finish her question before Agent Morse straightened and raised her voice. 

“Class dismissed.” 

A buzz sounded over the gym intercom letting them know they had five minutes to make it to their next class on their schedule. 

Daisy burst out of the gym doors. “Complete bullshit. We’ve been at this for over a year. And we have three more to go. They can at least tell us why we were chosen for it.” 

“Daisy,” Jemma soothed. “You were right though, on the bright side. It was exactly as you said!” 

This only fueled Daisy’s need for answers.  

“My dad!” A light bulb went off in Daisy’s runaway train of thought. “He knows. I’ll talk to him, make him think that we know, and maybe he’ll reveal something new.” 

The other three struggled to keep up with Daisy’s speedwalking now that she had a goal in mind. 

“Hey.” Carol caught up with her and stopped her, placing her hands on Daisy’s shoulders. She whispered so only the two of them could hear. “It doesn’t matter. We’re getting superpowers. Like, cool ones. Not just a really good memory or pure heart or whatever. Who knows, maybe we’ll be able to fly or get super strength or something. Leap tall buildings in a single bound!”   

As usual, it was Carol who was able to make Daisy smile again and relax. She was right. What did it matter how they were chosen? 

“If it makes you feel better, though,” Carol offered. “I can ask your dad. I have office hours with him this afternoon anyway to talk about a paper I wrote and it’ll be less obvious if it’s coming from me. He knows you too well.” 

How could she say no to the walking sunshine that was Carol Danvers? 

“Okay, just be cool about it, yeah? We can’t let him suspect.”

“Me? I’m always cool.” Carol sent Daisy a wink and nearly melted her on the spot. 

Daisy trusted Carol more than anyone, but plans still formed in her mind as to how to access at least her own student files on the Carter system without being caught or denied access—or expelled.