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peggy: so, hows the most beautiful girl in the world doing? angie, without even looking up from wiping the counter: i don’t know, how are you? peggy: *with cracking voice* im fine

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all it takes is one minute to change a life. megara was certainly not alone in her experience; the pirate king sprung reflexively away when the absent-minded wanderer almost collided with her. “watch it,” elizabeth said on impulse, adjusting her hat, and then hesitated at the stranger’s question, hand moving away from where it had moved to the hilt at her waist out of surprise and precaution. “normally that would sound very strange, but i don’t know, either.”

one minute, meg is walking through the forest of ancient greece. one minute, she’s indebted to the god of the underworld. all it takes is one minute to change a life. the next minute, she’s standing in a strange place. the trees of the forest have turned into large buildings. meg is surrounded by people. it’s as if she’s back in the central city of thebes, but different. unsure of what else to do, meg starts walking. she’s lost and not paying attention when she basically runs into someone else.  “ sorry… “ she says. she pauses for a moment before asking, “ this might sound weird but where are we? “

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“you’re in new york city,” peggy told the man; she spent a few moments quietly observing the tenseness in his body language, the way his whole body leaped to attention in response to the car-horn — not so foreign to her — and how his attention restlessly flitted from one thing to the next, never settling, thoughts seeming to race a world away. ( she couldn’t know how right she was. ) she settled upon easing his worry for the moment, until such time as he posed a threat, or she could work out exactly what was going on. “that’s a car.”

‘‘where am I exactly?’‘ finn jumped as something honked near him. he watched them speed by near him. he was used to space and ships up in the stars, not these things on the ground. everything seemed foreign to him. thoughts immediately came to him. where was rey? where was poe? he remembered embracing them after they won the battle, and now he was here. it made no sense. ‘’what is this?’’

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amidst the summer-haze, in the very back of beyond, cecilia had basked in vaguely interesting self-punishment. the peculiarly pleasant numbness came with boredom, the tingle of youth’s restlessness fizzing in fine bones as though hebe herself were calling her away from the imperious shadow of tallis house: go somewhere, cecilia! do something. be someone! and of course, being bid to — as is usually the way in life — inspires resistance, because it is not so easy to do so until you know there is something to push against. 

once you know, however, the urge to defy surges. to confront, to be sharp as a knife-blade, do nothing unless it is the most satisfying exercise of your will, what better thrill could there be ? 

and yet still, that required far more effort than cecilia was willing to undertake, so she languished in her closed-off room piled high with unfinished stories and cigarette-smoke, knowing that she could not for much longer tolerate the uncertainty about the progression of her own. that the restlessness was not a temporary feeling that would pass — that her time leaning on the pockets of her father and migraine-addled mother was soon to be up.

a hidden truth found, the door to adulthood a treasure trove of tastes and experiences unlocked by the shattering of the old. the old, in this case, was a vase belonging to their uncle clem. pulled — roughly, in spite of the fact that love is so wholly tender and fragile, especially that which was young and new — pieces broke away, perhaps like innocence does. perhaps it peeled away in layers with every second robbie turner’s blue eyes lingered on her water-sodden frame after she surfaced from the fountain-water with a gasp like being born again. perhaps it continued with every word she read, the strange anatomic nature of his wrong-lettered affection ? and perhaps it was irreversible, when his hands slipped onto the bare skin of her back in the library ( lifted her, exalted, like some kind of angel ! ) and they became beings of desperation, for a time. was she still a being of desperation ?

had she had time to stop being so since dinner, when flush still coloured her cheeks and even happy-go-lucky leon had spotted the innocence vanishing from her eyes ? could you be innocent once you knew of love, or was the inevitability of loss what so scared her younger sister in moments she did not as yet know about ?

cecilia surfaced from reverie ( pleasant images of his cheek when he chuckled ‘not anymore it isn’t.’ ) and blinked vigorously at the figure trying to snap her out of the apparent trance she’d fallen into, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress. he had touched it. thusly it was sacred. she arched an eyebrow and tried, less than successfully, to attain her usual detached severity: “do i know you?”

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starter for @impulsvs​ !

“well... this is unhelpful.” painted lips pursed, and paled beneath their covering — blunt as ever, even in the face of the obvious; cutting her usual severe figure, rarely allowed to slip as a matter of urgency. of safety for those who have found their way past her armour and into the so-shielded heart of director carter of s.h.i.e.l.d. that was who she was, now, isn’t it ? 

director carter — still stepping up and taking charge when no one else seemed keen to act.

director carter — still the only woman at the table with eleven years elapsed since the second world war.

director carter — still treated with less respect than her peers by those who looked from the outside in. 

at least, when ike got sworn in in fifty-two, she’d been guaranteed some respect from him. 

a man who saw war, who knew the taste of it on his tongue like hot gunmetal and knew how experiencing it unfailingly changed a human to their core. they were familiar, friendly, and she would admit pushing out a sigh of relief when he was re-elected; who knew how a successor would react to a woman, and an english one no less, at the helm of the agency ? that future was a day coming that her girlfriend certainly did not look forward to, and with that in mind angie had pressed a coffee and a tub full of food — the italian in her emerging once again to ensure the woman who almost never failed others but so often failed herself ate properly — into her palms and ushered her through their door with a kiss on the cheek, and stern instructions to call from a pay-phone when she got to the airport.

and so she flew to d.c. to congratulate him and continue their discussions given that there were four more years to do so... except, unceremoniously, she appears to have exited a café in d.c., only to end up back in new york with not a clue as to how she had gotten there. 

albeit not the strangest thing to happen to her, but disorienting, and inconvenient, especially given that new york — while still recognisable enough — was not right. “... shit.”

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“oh good, someone is as lost as i am.” 

the englishwoman’s eyes casted — the steel-tough determination there just barely touched by intimidation, a wavering light in the rich and earthen darkness — around at the cacophony; the heat-wave back in the gardens of tallis house ( the hottest of england’s year — more than eighty years ago, but for cecilia, mere hours ) paled in comparison to the apollo-gifted sear of their unfamiliar surroundings. indeed, the lily-white skin of her back, bared by the green dress she’d eventually chosen for the evening, tingled as though burning where she stood. 

one brow arched high, she returned her attention for the moment to the stranger, lips forming a curious expression: “speeders?”

Rey had never felt more out of place in their life. From the solitude of the barren desert of Jakku to being surrounded by friends and family on D’Qar, and all of the odd and beautiful places she’d seen between, New York was something else entirely. With wide eyes, she stared at the bustling city around her. A honking car caused her to jump suddenly. “Why are the speeders on the ground?” She questioned. “What is this place?”

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 “And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons. They will hear the ring of our swords, and they will know what we can do! By the sweat of our brows, and the strength of our backs…and the courage of our hearts! Gentlemen! Hoist the colors." — At World’s End

notes —

• my portrayal of elizabeth is NOT compliant with the at world’s end epilogue. that straight up just did not happen; it felt ooc for her to abandon the life of piracy she dreamed of since she was a child and came to love to have a baby and wait at port royal for a decade for her husband to come on land for a day. especially not when there were so many other options ! likewise, in my current canon for this blog henry does NOT exist, but if someone should want to play him at some point i’m happy to have the conversation and make some adjustments !

• yes, she’s double-barrelled her surname —  it was something i thought would be neat as a tribute to weatherby while i was making other adjustments — because i think the movies really showed us how much she does love her father, if not the life his position afforded.

• finally, i would like to say the biggest of thank yous to this post for massively inspiring this portrayal. it just seems so right to me where the epilogue wasn’t, and i’m happy to pick up upon this indeed missed opportunity !

• the bio is paraphrased, so sorry if it’s a little bit on the less great side. it was better when i first wrote it but i lost it when it was practically finished !

INFORMATION —

NAME: elizabeth swann-turner

NICKNAMES / TITLES: lizzie / pirate lord of the south china sea / king of the brethren court

GENDER: cis female

BIRTHDATE: 18th november, 1708 — london, england

DATE OF DISPLACEMENT: 3rd may, 1741

AGE: thirty-two

NATIONALITY: british

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married to will turner

ORIENTATIONS: pansexual, panromantic

MBTI: esfp-a

HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin

FC: keira knightley

BRIEF BIO —

elizabeth swann — born in london, destined to attain the very life she desired ( despite her father’s attempts to dissuade her infatuation with a life of piracy ) — is perhaps best known as the king of the brethren court; and perhaps it should be no surprise, given that the most pivotal changing moments of her life are associated with the sea. when elizabeth was a young girl, the swanns sailed from london to port royal, and her mother did not survive the journey, permanently changing both her own life and her father’s, who would have to raise her alone, even when he took the title of governor.

the crew of that very ship, the hms dauntless, saved a boy in a moment of fate: william turner, who she saved by stealing his medallion and who would eventually become her husband. for several years elizabeth kept it, until after a close shave with drowning ( and a corset ) she was kidnapped by the crew of the black pearl in the bizarre beginnings of an equally bizarre life of adventure. will turner, alongside captain jack sparrow ( the infamous pirate who saved her from drowning ) rescued elizabeth from hector barbossa and his crew, and she left her then-betrothed commodore james norrington to pursue her heart’s true path.

she did, however, rescue captain jack sparrow from almost certain death — and this came with consequences when both she and will were arrested for assisting him; it would lead will and elizabeth both to quests to rescue one another, landing will in peril and causing elizabeth to betray jack to rescue both will and other members of jack’s crew. however, unlike others might have done she could not escape the burden of guilt, so as such she was taken on another dangerous venture: to rescue jack from davy jones’ locker.

with success came grief, however. elizabeth’s father weatherby was killed by the very man who arrested her and will, driving her to join the quest to stop him and his acquired power by finding the nine pirate lords — including sao feng, who would die, but not before passing onto her his title of lord of the south china sea; a title she would surpass when she was elected pirate king at the meeting of the fourth brethren court. during the battle against beckett, she was married to her husband, william turner; however, their victory came at great cost, as by piercing davy jones’ heart he bound himself as the new captain of the flying dutchman, meaning he would be able to come on land only once every ten years.

elizabeth hid his heart, locked in the dead man’s chest, and protected it vehemently; without the aid of the compass, no one would find the most precious of things. she continued to sail the seas she so loved as the captain of her own ship, crossing paths as frequently with her husband as they could manage, and such ignited the fervent legend of the feared pirate king who married death and could at her whim call upon his help, the myth of those who helped the dying at sea to be at peace, and go beyond. 

such was her life still, when she was so suddenly displaced, with no idea where she had gotten to and no way to protect her title, and her husband’s heart.

WANTED CONNECTIONS —

for plotting, my discord is litoreus#9796. please note that this blog is only open to members of the displacedhqs roleplay group.

• enemies / rivals — i really want her to have to deal with that in a seemingly hopeless situation, just to get inside what she’d do and how she’d weigh that up with her Morals and proven tendency for guilt. that’d just be really nice.

• found family — i say this for all my characters but ESPECIALLY elizabeth please. she’s so loyal to the people she cares for and it’s probably one of my favourite things about her... if she loves you she’d go to hell and back for you, and it’s a beautiful thing. maybe almost a maternal dynamic would be heckin NICE i would cry.

• idk how to put this one but someone who would just be really invested in her stories of life upon the sea? who just thinks she’s Really Cool? like that kind of awesome friendship dynamic where they’re always asking her for more stories of her exploits. blease.

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by richard siken

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“i asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage at a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. and she said "compromise where you can. where you can't, don't. even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye, and say no, you move.” — captain america: civil war

NOTES —

• in order to comply with the wishes of @impulsvs​ and to make where she is at this point in time easier to follow, this portrayal is not compliant with the ending of avengers: endgame ! please consider this before interactions!

• yes, i am shipping cartinelli. i am simply an agent carter stan who has to give the content to herself so... i have an Explanation for this below.

• i am including the agent carter showrunners’ plan for season three in peggy’s canon here! obviously as we don’t know exactly what was going to happen, i’m going to be filling in some blanks ! obviously there are also agent carter spoilers ( i’ve summarised roughly, sorry agent carter writers lmao ) going on down below !

APPLICATION —

♡ ˙ hayley atwell, she / her, thirty-five / margaret “peggy” carter has been displaced !! originally from marvel cinematic universe / agent carter, she has found themselves in new york city, determined to get home . on the screen, they come across as driven, resilient, stubborn, and self-sacrificial. we’ll see if their red lipstick, gun beneath the pillow & looking out into the future personality will be their downfall or their saving grace in these streets. / shannon, twenty, she / her, bst.

INFORMATION —

NAME: margaret elizabeth carter

NICKNAMES: peggy, peg (commonplace) / marge (jack thompson) / miss union jack (howling commandos) / english (angie martinelli)

GENDER: cis female

BIRTHDATE: 9th april, 1921 — hampstead, london, england

DATE OF DISPLACEMENT: 8th november, 1956 

AGE: thirty-five

DATE OF DEATH: 18th june, 2016 (age 95) — washington d.c., united states of america

NATIONALITY: british

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married to a man for her family’s safety and to hide her bisexuality in an unaccepting age, but in a relationship with angie martinelli.

ORIENTATIONS: bisexual, biromantic

MBTI: entj-a

ZODIAC SIGN: aries

HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin ( i feel strongly about this lmao )

FC: hayley atwell

BRIEF BIO —

margaret carter, founder of s.h.i.e.l.d., has been having an interesting time since the end of the second world war. the s.s.r., it seemed, was ( although not keen on serving women in the first place ) even less inclined to give a women a shot, and thus she felt for some time reduced to a coffee-carrying glorified secretary for men like chief dooley and perhaps the most patronising of all — agent jack thompson. 

however, when her close friend howard stark gets himself caught up in a congress investigation regarding stolen inventions of his, she is recruited by him to clear his name and try to recover the weapons; all without attracting the eye of her fellow agents, and with the assistance of his butler, her countryman edwin jarvis. it leads her along a road of chaos as howard’s inventions — stolen and sold along — create more and more havoc, and ends upon the brooklyn bridge disposing of the last sample of steve rogers’ blood as a last goodbye.

however, she didn’t expect to have to clear her own name as a heavily redacted file seemingly about an m. carter begins to circulate, accusing her of war crimes, as her colleague jack thompson ponders using it as blackmail. 

who also accompanies her as the focus slowly turns to a russian group known as leviathan, and the deadly assassins of the red room, including one dottie underwood, putting her and all those she cares about ( even including l&l automat worker angie martinelli, who she has come to call a friend ) in danger. the trail becomes more dangerous still when zero matter and fanatical actress-scientist whitney frost comes into the equation, seeking to use it for her own ends and to ‘advance’ humanity beyond imagining. 

the ‘m. carter’ file comes back into focus when agent jack thompson is shot and the file stolen — and the investigation, to peggy’s horror, leads her to her not-so-dead brother michael who has turned to the very organisation peggy had spent years of her life struggling against, forcing her to choose between family and what is right. ( being who she is, of course, she chooses the rightful path. )

later, howard stark approaches her for help to run the new s.h.i.e.l.d. and she becomes one of its founding members, the successor organisation to the s.s.r. she had by then spent some time in both new york and l.a., and decided to pursue feelings for angie ‘in spite of her better judgement.’ she married for cover ( her husband being privy to the truth ) so that she and angie could have a relationship with lesser fear of danger / persecution. she and her husband have a child. she had been spending some years with shield when on november 8, 1956, shortly after the re-election of dwight d. eisenhower to the presidency, she was thrown to new york — a city she knew, but in a different time, with people she knew to find there.

WANTED CONNECTIONS —

for plotting, my discord is litoreus#9796. please note that this blog is only open to members of the displacedhqs roleplay group.

• will give you my first born in exchange for any agent carter character ( but particularly angie / howard / jarvis ) thank you that is all !

• especially fellow mcu muses let us plot some THINGS thank u !

• found family as always like yes. give me someone for peggy to protect with her life because she’s ABOUT THAT SHIT.

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and she’s 100% right

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