#dcublecross

[thecanvaskiller]

Says The Kettle | Closed

@dcublecross

Easton had been doing fine on his own. More than fine, actually, he was flourishing. It seemed, however, that he wasn’t the only one who had noticed his performance improving in his most interesting hobby. Letters had begun to arrive at his home, hunting that someone knew his secret...

[scvietassassin]

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send me a ⚡️and I'll fill out for you/your muse:

my first impression of your muse: “ Yeah I’ll follow this grant ward they seem alright.” To think I could be so passive about you at some point... Wow.my first impression of you: “Alright they’re nice, they too care about Grant Ward obviously, I think we’re going to get along.” .... Was I right?my favorite thing about your muse: Do you really expect me to choose one thing? I love how much he understands Nat. I love that there’s that lack of judgement because they’ve both done horrible things and I appreciate that you don’t try to erase those things. my favorite thing about you: Oh my god. I adore you. I love that I can text you at like one in the morning about random crap and you don’t get mad at me. You’re one of my favorite people ever and I love talking to you, like it kind of feels a little bit weird when we don’t talk at all in a day. You also never judge me which is appreciated because I’m a little bit crazy sometimes. So thank you. ILY A LOT would I ever consider shipping our muses: That’s D I S G U S T I N G I’d rather D I Ea plot I’d like to see between our muses: i don’t even know we’ve talked through so manyan AU I think would be interesting for our muses: I mean all AUs, I’m still considering writing that fic... but like. IDK ALL OF THEM???

[hellfirebound]

“i hate EVERYTHING, didn’t you remember that?” granted, he would have ENJOYED something that he would have liked. then again, ky wasn’t USED to anyone getting him ANYTHING, “ ‘sides, i wouldn’t be surprised if it BLOWS up in my face.” a pause, “YOU get it.”

// @dcublecross xxx

[lovelornrocketscientist]

dcublecross replied to your post “Wow, either people are unfollowing me like crazy or Tumblr is doing...”

I refuse to believe people are unfollowing you??? You're like the ACTUAL Fitz I enjoy just seeing you on my dash

Well, aren’t you sweet? Thanks so much. 😘

I hope they aren’t but you never know what annoys people. I’ve always got those novella-length threads going on. I do tag them but who knows?

(And why don’t we have a thread? 😉 )

[liesforaliving]

@dcublecross

Bobbi wanted Grant Ward dead more than anyone else in SHIELD. No one understood that better than Lance. However, she hadn't told Lance that she'd been keeping tabs on Ward since his little stunt to try and kill Hunter, which had turned into her because she was not letting him take the bullet for her. Bobbi still cared too much for that. Lance Hunter was still a key person in her life whether he wanted to be or not.

In her keeping tabs though, she'd learned that Hydra's new Top Dog, aka Grant Ward, wasn't as careful as he claimed to be. Of course, Bobbi also knew that he could have caught on to someone watching him through the shadows and such. So this could have been a deliberate attempt to draw her out. She didn't really care though. She was kicking his ass, and putting an end to her nightmares, dammit!

She sat at a table in the corner of the internet cafe that Grant seemed to frequent often enough to consider it a pattern, watching over top of the laptop screen she had up every few seconds. She couldn't miss him or he'd disappear again, and she probably wouldn't get this chance again.

He came in about an hour after she'd gotten there, and she knew it was him, even if she didn't directly see his face. It was the walk. She knew. Once he was settled, she got up, headed to his table, sliding her ICER out of her pocket and holding it under the table, aimed at him. "Hello Grant. Long time, no see. You don't write. You don't call. I was starting to think you'd left the country."

[inheritedrep]

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

[ text: 😒 ] ur a pleasure to talk to [ text: 😒 ] i can’t pretend i haven’t seen ur messages[ text: 😒 ] its easier to lie over text

// im yelling, @dcublecross

[vitriollcarchive-blog]

                                 “am i supposed to be impressed??”   // s.c, @dcublecross

[scvietassassin]

dcublecross replied to your post: ⚡️

scvietassassin I LOVE YOU YOURE PERFECT

I need to get this framed so that I can send you a picture every time you’re rude to me

[lovelornrocketscientist]

In This Abyss | closed

@dcublecross

As he sat looking at the surveillance video, Leo wasn’t certain if he felt fortunate or cursed. Because of the late hour, he’d gotten the footage before Ophelia, and after watching it, he’d quickly purged all traces of it. He did it without thinking and without plans. Those were both very unlike him.

Feeling uncertain of his own motives, he tidied up and headed to the home he shared with Ophelia, finding her already in bed, as was her custom when he worked late at the lab. Often, she would lay awake reading until he returned so they could make love, but tonight, she was already very deeply asleep.

Once he’d undressed and showered, he slipped into bed behind her, a spot that often afforded him great peace. And yet sleep eluded him for many hours while his thoughts about what he’d seen churned through his mind.

When he woke the next morning, Ophelia was already gone. It was not so unusual, but they often took a car to work together. Nonetheless, he rose and dressed, eating the meal that their chef made for his breakfast before taking the car to work on his own.

First things first, he went to see Ophelia. One, because she expected it, and two, because he could’ve been wrong about the footage. If there were damage to be repaired because she’d gotten a copy he’d missed, he would rather do it sooner than later. However, she was as loving as ever and made no mention of the footage.

That was when he returned to his office. Not his usual spot in the lab, but his business office that had been decorated by Ophelia in her usual over-the-top style. It was full of overly dramatic green velvet and silk, black leather, dark wood and gold accents. It was not his style, but he had learned to pick his battles and leave her the things that pleased her. She did much the same.

Once inside, he ordered the appropriately named Agent Graves to fetch Agent Grant Ward for him.

Leo smoothed down his hair and checked his email as he waited, then clasped his hands together loosely in his lap. He was antsy, and that was unlike him as well. Anger, that was like him, but this nervousness, that was not the way his father had taught him.

Once the door had clicked shut, Leo pressed a button under his desk that locked it. Nothing but his own biometrics would open it now. Without getting up, or even looking up from his computer, he said, “Grant.”

The sound of Ward’s footsteps was a familiar one to him. He knew it as well as Ophelia’s, or that of his father, whose drunken lumbering down the hallway had been the first signal that a severe beating was on its way to him. Previously, hearing Ward’s measured step had given him a thrill of pleasure but now it gave him only a sick, sour taste in the back of his throat.

“I want to see you tonight,” he said, glancing up from his screen.

He disliked the slightly needy tone to his voice. He’d told himself many times that he didn’t need this. Want and need were two very different things. Needing someone was a weakness that gave them power over you, but only wanting them gave you more power over the situation. He needed that power now.

He had to keep focus. He was playing a dangerous game with Ward. As a specialist, Ward might well be intending to kill him or kidnap him. Leo already had precautions in place at the flat just for such an eventuality. He wouldn’t be caught with his guard down.

“Haven’t any plans you can’t break, have you?” he asked, looking at Ward more directly as he leaned back in his chair. He injected just the right amount of bitterness into his tone. Ward’s relationship with Agent Skye was a sore point, if not an openly acknowledged one. They were both unavailable but there was nothing Leo could do about his own situation. 

And why would he want to? This thing with Ward was nothing like that. It was an indulgence, perhaps even a small rebellion. It was nothing—so long as it was secret. He knew he was flirting with disaster but the risk was part of the enjoyment.

In any case, he didn’t want a scene here—or an interrogation. There could be no rumors of their relationship floating about after the fact. The very notion didn’t bear consideration. It would spell the end for Leo. His father could never know about it. Ophelia might forgive him, but his father never would.

But before Leo could even think of disposing of Ward, he had to know if he’d been playing him all along—or if his betrayal had been incidental to their affair. He believed Ward was loyal to Skye at least, or surely he’d have left her by now, but Leo had to find out if Ward was loyal to him personally as well. Even if his loyalty didn’t extend to Hydra, but only to himself, that was...something. 

Ward was useful, that was all. A tool of action and pleasure, a resourceful agent and those were all good reasons to keep him if his loyalty could be proven. 

The thought that Grant had played him from the start was completely nauseating. He needed the truth. He needed to know what Ward’s plans were or what his goals had been for getting involved with the resistance in the first place.

“It’s been weeks,” Leo said, wetting his lips as he leaned forward over his desk, his hands now folded in front of him on the polished wood. His voice was rougher and deeper than usual and a small, well-acted smile played at the corners of his lips. 

“I’ve missed you.” The words were slightly more affectionate than he generally used but only a touch. He could be tender when the mood struck him. 

He hoped to persuade Ward to come to his flat for a rendezvous that would turn rapidly into an interrogation. Leo’s plan B involved the help of others from his personal guard, but that was to be avoided if possible. He didn’t want them to have any “accidents,” after all.

[pretendingtobestupid-a]

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Meme: Accepting@dcublecross

to roughly grab my muses wrists.

“You better have a really good grip....”

[soviet-spider-archive]

“You never strike me as the jealous type.”

“That’s because I’m not,” she shrugged. “You can’t get jealous if you don’t get attached to anything in the first place.”

[scvietassassin]

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christmas drabble | accepting

She hated holidays. It’s not as much the holidays themselves as her lack of connection and everyone else’s excessive connection with them. It had taken her YEARS outside of the red room for her to stop gagging at the sound of Christmas music, and now that she found it not only possible to tolerate, but also enjoyable if the focus is on making others happy, there’s a determination there. 

That’s the main reason she’s planned out the morning so perfectly, the reason she wakes up at three in the morning to drive to Barton’s just for a package. The reason she still makes it home before he wakes up, enough for her to strip back down to practically nothing and make his coffee perfectly, to wake him up with coffee, like she’s only been up for twenty minutes, not the several hours it took to get everything ready. He can’t be that upset, and in any case, she doubts that if he is, he will be for long, not with what she has downstairs.

It takes a little bit to get him moving, but once he does, she’s quick to send him downstairs to find a crate with a bow on it under the Christmas tree. containing proof she had been listening when he told her about John Garrett. 

Standing in the doorway, she watched with a gentle smile, “Merry Christmas Ward...”

[lovelornrocketscientist]

just another muse traits meme

NAME: Dr. Leopold James Fitz

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

• EYES: blue | green | brown | hazel | grey | gray-blue | other • HAIR: blonde | sandy | brown | black | strawberry blonde | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other • BODY TYPE: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | muscular | chubby | overweight • SKIN: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored • GENDER: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels • SEXUALITY: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | doesn’t like labels • ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels • SPECIES: human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant • EDUCATION: GED | high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other • I’VE BEEN: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | raped | brainwashed | shot • POSITIVE TRAITS: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | attractive | charismatic | calm • NEGATIVE TRAITS: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin-skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative • LIVING SITUATION: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | depends on verse • PARENTS/GUARDIAN: mom | dad | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather | sibling(s) [?] sister(s) [?] brother(s) • RELATIONSHIP: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated (main) | depends on verse • I HAVE A(N): learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | ptsd | mental disability | physical disability | verse dependent • THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self harmed | starved themselves | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

TAGGED BY: Stolen! TAGGING: @whydoyouthinkileft @secondchaircellist @whiskeyandtwoshotglasses @scvietassassin @amongdeadthings @sifshieldmaiden @dcublecross @ms-potts-to-you @byscience @biochcm-jem @agcntwilde @trustfundtony @inhumxnterrigenmist @whyarewewalking @aldrnaari ​and anyone else who wants to do this one, tag me!

[hydradaddy]

@dcublecross LISTEN I don’t even have an idea of what I would do okay I just know that if I decide to do it no one can stop me

[kingcrossbones]

He is the type of person to use sex as a way to release stress and anger so if he’s had a frustrating day, be ready for rough sex.

Nope. He uses training to release stress and anger. Sex has other implications and weird triggers. Ask @dcublecross he gets under his skin like FUCK ME SIDEWAYS AND CALL IT A DAY! 

[inheritedrep]

literature  quizzes. Repost  with  your  muse’s  results  for  the  following  quizzes.

TAGGED BY: a meme called @inheriteddogs TAGGING:  @dcublecross @antiquismagicae​ @fissarsi​

homeric epithet: breaker of horses.

You are ori, breaker of horses, which is how you should be introducing yourself to people from this day forward. This ancient epithet was used to describe Atreus (king of Mycenae), Agamemnon (son of Atreus, also king of Mycenae), Hector (prince of Troy), Diomedes (king of Argos), and now you. That’s a lot of pressure, I know. Just don’t screw it up. You’ll be fine.

fatal flaw:  your compassion.

Bottom line: you’re TOO NICE, and this will inevitably spell out your doom. You might meet your end by sacrificing yourself to save another, or—even more likely—you’ll happen across some individuals of questionable character who will take advantage of your niceness and lead you to ruin. Either way, it’s not looking good. You need to be meaner. Maybe scream at a small child or leave a bad tip at a restaurant or something, I don’t know. I’m trying to save you, okay?

how would you die in greek mythology?: Killed by a wild boar that was sent by one of the gods

See, here’s the thing—someone sent that wild boar. It might have been Artemis, because she was jealous of your skill with a bow and arrow; it might have been Ares, who hated you; or it might have been Apollo, because your girlfriend blinded his son. There’s really no telling. You made enemies. This is just what happens when you’re too beautiful to even exist. Either way, you got mauled by a pig and are now dead, but you died in Aphrodite’s arms as she wept, so at least you've got that going for you.

which literary setting do you belong in?: on the road.

Like so many literary characters (Huck Finn, Odysseus, Gulliver, etc.), you’re an adventurer and explorer at heart, and the literary setting that most closely matches your personality is, quite frankly…all the settings! You’re not meant to settle down in one spot—you’re the kind of person who hits up multiple parties in one night, and your insta is probably filled with pics of all the cool places you’ve travelled to. So embrace it! Take to the open road with your friends, run through a field of wildflowers in the middle of nowhere, and please get a pic next to the world’s largest Ketchup bottle.