#agentharrisonofshield

[ekbatdesebat]

Send “Halloween Wonderland” to enjoy a day at a huge Halloween-themed store | accepting

@agentvharrison​ “Halloween Wonderland” 

“This Ha-llo-ween, is it like the Christmas?” She asked hopefully as she lookd through the decorations with some puzzlement. “Will you make treats again? Like the peppermint fudge or cookies?”

[pride-of-azkets]

@agentharrisonofshield liked for a random starter

Idaeel, not normally one to fret so much about appearances, had slowly come to terms that there were others around her who had some semblance of a conception about the strange woman that had moved in the summer before without speaking to a soul, and sometimes had intense yelling matches with her young-adult daughter, which would end in the slamming of doors and long bouts of silence. It wasn't until one such argument, where her daughter had thrown out that the neighbors must think so highly of her mother's parenting and personality, what with all the yelling, that she finally concluded that she could not remain the shadowy neighbor any longer, unless she wanted one of these fights to be broken up by the police. The building was nice enough, after all--she was surprised her domestic disturbances hadn't drawn more ire.

It was because of this that she was traveling door to door in the immediate vicinity of her small, two-bedroom apartment to leave gestures of goodwill. There was the unit beside her and across, then the one downstairs, the first two being bestowed a bottle of nice wine and herbs from the windowsill garden she cultivated meticulously. The third neighbor's door she rapped on, holding bundles of neatly wrapped herbs and a bottle of wine, she had gotten used to this new show of apologetic single mom, trying to figure it out, 'we'll be working on it to keep it down. So sorry for the intrusion' despite not meaning it. Maybe this time she would... though it was unlikely.

[supremescrceress]

@agentharrisonofshield asked:  " i'm just gonna say this; i find that arousing, and let's move on. "

{ ☆ } “...what do I even say to that? Can I move on? I feel like we should discuss you casually bringing up AROUSAL.” 

[normallyxstrange]

@agentharrisonofshield​ sent: “every story always seems to start one of two ways. someone goes on a journey. or a stranger comes to town and changes everything.” (for Mimic)

     She didn’t understand; did she not like stories that started that way? Were they boring? Or was she making some other kind of point? Uncertain of how to answer, Mim bit down on her bottom lip. Her fingers caught hold of one of her bangle bracelets, twisting and turning it back and forth as she thought of a response.

     “Well, they’re adventures,” she finally said. “I like the ones where someone goes on a journey. Like, The Wizard of Oz, where Dorothy’s taken up in the twister and ends up in Oz and the whole story is about her journey. But, it’s also... a stranger comes to town story, because she does. Comes to Oz, I mean, and changes everything. So, I guess it’s kind of... both?” She blinked a few times and her smile turned sheepish, embarrassed. “I’m sorry... I like those stories too.” 

     Her answer, she realized, wasn’t really much of one. 

     “Do you?”

⛤

[psyknife]

@agentharrisonofshield​: 🔪

The blunt side of the blade pressed against the woman’s neck. Kwannon kept track of her every step of the way, from the moment she’d stepped out of her car and sauntered up to Kwannon’s residence. Part of her had hoped she would knock on another door, but here she was. She’d dragged the woman inside, not wanting the agent to call out her name for others to hear. Kwannon preferred remaining a mystery. “One, how did you find my address, and two, what do you want?” There was no need for animosity, not when Kwannon couldn’t sense a lick of power radiating off of her.

[dumestark]

@agentharrisonofshield​

“You know my dad says I’m special.”

[starxlark]

@agentharrisonofshield liked for a small snow starter

Laerke was a small blur in a purple coat dancing through the large crowd of locals and tourists alike who braved the cold evening streets. Snow coated the city in a perfect glitter, making Laerke feel right at home.

"Vivian! Vivian there's hot cocoa!!" Laerke called out, waving her hands to be spotted above all the stupidly tall Midgardians.

[ekbatdesebat]

Down with Love starters | accepting

@agentharrisonofshield​ ❝ i’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. ❞ 

Leeloo being like a child or magpie immediately began to look around. “Djala? What is? What is? You will show me?” She asked looking back at her friend, her blue-green eyes wide with excitement. 

[loptgangandi]

@agentharrisonofshield​ :  “My best efforts at attractiveness only succeeded at making me look vaguely like something you’d see in Cirque de Soleil.” 

hyperbole and a half

The acrobatic display of his face journey -- and his attempts to quell it -- might also make him a candidate for the Cirque de Soleil. He is trying desperately not to laugh, and mostly succeeds in looking like he’d just put a whole lemon wedge in his mouth.

             “ Do you ... ”  he ventures, then cuts himself off to stifle a smirk and try to convey some measure of sincerity.  “ ... do you want some help ? ”

[selfmademechanic]

@agentharrisonofshield​

“I thought there was a strict policy on agents visiting me in the middle of the day. Don’t tell me you have paperwork for me. I won’t hear of it.”

[flxtchcr]

@agentharrisonofshield​​ liked for an Aussie slang one liner!

“Well it was s'posed to be happening in the arvo, but thing’s have just gone cactus.”

[exsanguisdraconis]

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜ (for Lok)

"I wonder---what inspires such poor opinions of yourself?" He asked, looking up from his book for the first time in an hour. Last he'd checked, she had been nose first in a zoological text about draugar. They'd been having an intermittent, halfhearted conversation for the better part of the morning, and Loki's focus hadn't ever really left the book in his hand until he heard her say that.

He could remember a time in his life when he might have said the same thing about Thor. Though he'd have greatly resented it and Vivian sounded completely neutral. The problem was for all his memories of self loathing and inadequacy, he could never quite grasp the emotion behind them. It had driven him for so long and to such impossible extremes and now it was just---gone. He no longer resented the blue skin of his unmagicked form, no longer fretted over his place in the world and scorned the inevitability of his end. That all felt far away and fuzzy. He could not truly understand Vivian's position as a dragon the way he could have before.

But he'd have been too spiteful to have even tried before.

His book shut with a sharper snap than he'd intended, and he realized he was irritated with her. With a flourish of his fingers, he book was abruptly shut too, and she had nothing else to look at but him.

His tongue, however, felt like lead in his mouth. He was well aware that he was glaring at her, and also that she didn't necessarily deserve such scorn. It was unlikely that she'd meant to corner him like this.

"You could never be so lucky as to require a replacement." He said, his tone as hard and unshakable as stone. It wasn't what he'd wanted to say, and it likely lacked the comfort he'd meant for it to provide, but it betrayed his contentedness with her. His---strange affection and fascination for her. That would have to be enough.

[therapardalis]

[Munday Asks from @agentharrisonofshield​.]

[Cut for length.]

What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?

Writing villains to be villains. I need to put a proviso or two on that; first allowing that some muns will write their all-powerful villain as their own personal power-trip, just to trample over other muns and muses. Second, I personally don’t write with villains unless they’re written by someone I know and trust. But that’s purely because those dynamics are just not fun for me, rather than a reflection on any villain mun.

If the mun is a reasonable person who communicates with their partners and works with them so they’re both enjoying the RP, the plain act of writing a villain shouldn’t be the issue some people make it out to be.

How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t?

Short answer; I don’t determine what’s triggering. That’s the prerogative of the person who is or might be triggered. 

I do tag, sometimes to excess, and especially when someone has asked directly or in their rules, or if I think it might be a Thing for some people. NSFW is a big one, along with things like blood, spiders, graphic violence, alcohol consumption, current RL events. 

What advice would you give to someone new to rp?

Don’t take one single opinion as a personal truth. A lot of people in the RPC either over-react or jump on bandwagons and it’s really hard to tell when you first start who is being impartial and who is just an asshole. Read. Check around. Look for proof. Or at the very least take whatever you’re told with a big grain of salt until you have a wider idea of what’s going on.

If someone then gets mad at you for staying neutral or staying out of it completely, it’s a pretty big clue that they might be the one to be wary of.

[starxlark]

@agentharrisonofshield

What a beautiful day Laerke woke up to: the sky was clear, there were delicious leftovers waiting in the fridge, and her lady didn't have to go to work. Only the last fact was even remotely on her mind for Laerke woke on this beautiful day with only one thought.

That one thought had taken up so much space in her head Vivian can probably read the words in her too bright eyes. Or, at the very least, sense it in the swing of tiny hips Laerke didn't realize might give her away as she approached her lovely roommate.

"I'd like to spend most of today kissing, if that is agreeable to you."

[ekbatdesebat]

@agentharrisonofshield​ must find the fifth element

She was looking at her hand, mildly distracted by a ladybug that had crawled up on her hand. “The festival- the Christ Mass where you do all the baking. When does happen again?” The ladybug flew away and she grinned. “Are more festivals?”

[sah1x1s-archived]

@agentharrisonofshield​ asked:

❛ it was your fault ❜ (for Loki)

“But this time it actually was NOT my fault!” Loki shouted back at Vivian, his fingers curled into a fist out of frustration. “I can see why you think that I was the one who caused this but for fucks sake, it was not me this time! Someone else is trying to make it seem like I am the one hurting people.”

“Viv, I think you know me well enough to know that when it is me doing things like this, I don’t shy away from taking credit for my deeds. This time. It really. Was not. Me!” Loki almost all out growled at the woman as he tried to contain his anger.