#redemptt

[redspi0nage-archived]

ENDLESS EDITS, FRIENDS AND FAMILY EDITION: NATASHA WITH @morbelova AND @redemptt

[wid0wd-archived]

five times thanked: 

five times thanked:      ( five times the receiver thanked, or felt gratitude towards, the sender )

ONE.

it's not like she expects him to actually show up, natalia always knows better, but the thing is ... nostalgia is such a bitch, revenge even more - mix them both together and guess what. she's been as vague as possible about the location of the rendezvous, mostly because if he's not interested, then it's best he stays out of her way. somehow she's not exactly surprised when the door of her safe house in madripoor cracks open, sound of combat boots over hardwood floor and then here he is in all his grumpy glory. "well, thank you for coming," a playful hint in tone, no mention whatsoever about the handful manila files scattered all over the old kitchen table. "there's so much work to do, you wouldn't believe." except that this is a snake that bites its own tail, a never ending circle of eradication and seeing evil spawn again. "unless you have urgent questions, there's a guy i need you to meet ..." a pause for theatrics, sip of coffee taken from mug just to grimace and spit it back. "i'd go, but i'd rather get the guns than having one aimed at my head - you know how it is." a shrug of shoulder, charming smile. this is going to be so much fun.

TWO.

steve doesn't know how to mind his business, and natasha is honestly so sick of it. she's not really used to attending parties between just for the sake of it - pretending to feel comfortable in every situation is what she's taught to since she was a child, but to leave her alone to attempt chatting with the friend he brought along is just too much. who the hell is bucky anyway? ... right, brooding guy walking awkwardly toward her. "oh, thanks." genuinely caught off for a brief moment, last she would expect is for her favourite drink to be offered without even mentioning first. again, steve really needs to mind his business. rim of glass brought to lips, natasha pretends to take a sip so it doesn't look suspicious - narrowed gaze studying him curiously as he waves her off. "do i know you from somewhere?" it's sudden, honestly might be because steve won't shut up about their friendship ... but there is something right? there has to. "sorry, that would be so crazy. i don't know why i said that."

THREE.

sergei romanov fleed the motherland as a child. his mother, allegedly a grand duchess, sent him to finland hoping they'd be far enough to loose their tracks. sergei's mom never made it there, becoming another name in the long list of deaths that compose natalia's family tree. right after her little easter hunt, she could tell that sergei was close to pass - picture of his mother tucked close to her heart, every visit natalia would pay to him getting shorter as he'd get more tired. being the one who gets to stay is never easy, natalia not really knowing what he wanted for his funeral; bringing him back home seemed right at the moment, a grave close to the mother he never got to see again. she had sensed the the presence of a third person at the chapel already, at the far back as if holy ground could burn his feet - she hadn't said anything in that moment, though upon noticing the splash of black amongst green, she couldn't deny the wave of relief. "you know you didn't have to come, right?" she knows he's got his hands busy with his sister's illness already, sparing the invitation seemed only fair. a pause, lips pursing into a tight line as hands slip into pockets of her trenchcoat. "course you do," it doesn't feel right, the only piece of family left buried six feet under, her actually becoming last of her name. in hindsight, natalia can see how this seems the only right place for both of them to be. "thank you, really."

FOUR.

natalia doesn't understand why headmistress keeps sending her to these places, especially when soldat seems do be doing fine just on his own - actually she bets he would finish faster if not for her taking time to figure out how to move accordingly to her training. "<sorry, i don't mean to slow you down>." he doesn't seem to care for her words, nor would stop walking along the path set by the mountain natural erosion. "<do you go on a lot of missions like these? they're kind of boring.>" strings of her backpack are balanced better on her shoulders, weight not being too annoying even though she could be faster without it. lips quickly seal shut when she sees him stop in his tracks, slowly turn around - expression blank she would almost question if he's alive at all. for a moment natalia is tempted to speak, an apology and plead to not report her to headmistress already about tumble off lips. then there's stillness, some of the weights attached to her backpack being untied and tied to his own instead. "<headmistress won't be happy to know i'm slaking, but thank you ...>" a pause, corner of lips quirking up now that she can catch up faster. "<well, we'll need to come up with a name for you eventually, uh?>"

FIVE.

if the way she's pacing back and forth is already enough to explain the horrid mood she's currently in, then nothing else will. everybody being on it in regards of keeping secrets from her only angers natasha more than she already is - thought pushed aside for now even though she has a few words to spare for them. "it wasn't your call," an accusing finger raised in the air, voice threatening to break. memories are all she has left. every single one of them, the bad, the good. she needs and wants all of them, it's what they make her to begin with. "you should've told me and let me decide," been thrown in the ringer her entire life ... one more wouldn't have made the difference. "i know you tried to do what was best, but my past is my own and i remember all of it now." the choice to keep it or lose it should have been too. "honestly what even was your plan?" she can't even bear to look at him in the eyes right now. "am i supposed to be grateful?"

[russiasredguardian]

‘ who the hell let you out of the deep freeze? ’

@redemptt

[castlevowed]

she knew that look, familiar with it all too well. the face of complete and utter disassociation. unaware of how long you’d been traveling through the depths of scattered mind. sarcasm seemed to be the remedy for avoidance. she gets it, she does — but @redemptt meant far too much to her to just disregard the situation entirely. [ continued ]. “must’ve been one hell of a bar fight if you had to use that.” gaze honing in on bloodied steel armor while taking a few steps closer towards him, assessing where else ichor stains had presented themselves. “you wanna keep bullshitting me, or you gonna tell me what really happened?” it may have come off a bit hypocritical, the queen of elusion pressing for honesty. but this wasn’t just a little bit of blood — no, he’s covered in it. “and it better be fucking good, considering i haven’t eaten a damn thing all day and was dreaming about that thai takeout you’d mentioned earlier.”

[evevolution]

❝ you’re late. ❞

❛ sorry! bank robbery. ❜ Just another Tuesday. Eve lands gracefully next to him as her civilian clothes replace her suit. His text message asking her to meet him was short and he offered no explanation, which she's beginning to understand, is just the way Bucky operates.

❛ well, i'm here now. care to explain why we're hanging out behind this abandoned warehouse? ❜

prompts: [ @redemptt ]

[biitchcakes]

He's about to deal with something IMMEDIATELY THREATENING now the shock's worn off. ❝ Okay, well, fuckin' first off ⸺⸺ ❞ A finger jabs at his chest, brows knitting tight under the mask, the Spider-Woman squaring up to Bucky with matched energy. It's tempting to snatch the weapon back, but she refrains. ❝ I've also been trained by Hydra, I've been a spy for well over a decade, I can handle a damn gun, Barnes. Secondly ⸺⸺ ❞ Nostrils flare as she attempts to remain calm, to keep her voice STEADY. She wasn't the two-time recipient of the S.H.I.E.L.D Markswoman Award for this. ❝ They aren't gadgets, they're gliders. ❞ This sentence comes out more mumbled. GRUMPY. Backing down from Bucky, though still glaring at him, Jessica's arms fold underneath each other, stroking the gossamer-like material of her wings.

@redemptt [ cont . ]

[diam1nd-arc]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?

𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌.

you are made of light. your cheeks hurt from grinning, sun-kissed and lifting in a bubbling laugh. you should be kissed there. and often. a reminder that you are a joy to be around, and that your smiling face is a gift.

tagging : @fireho3s , @irnmade , @01army (any of the boys) , @psielapki (lux) , @danversiism , @goldbiz , @openbleeding ( jean or mantis!) , @redemptt , @trjanhrse , @urbanoath , @whampow (mx.freeze!) , 💙 and youuuu.

[wid0wd-archived]

”Good morning”

eyes fluttering open, she's not used to the sun filtering from other side of the bed. to be fair, natasha is not used to this pillow, blanket is definitely not the usual one either. what the fuck. a moment to mentally assest that she is indeed not in her designated room, then arm lifts up, eyes hidden behind crook of her elbow - yelena is going to have a field trip with this one. "hey," a bit groggy from sleep, throat dry and a bit of chapped lips when tongue pokes out to wet the upper one. a beat of silence, she absolutely doesn't know how to go on with this ( so much for taking things slower )

"this was fun," way to go, absolutely not embarrassing to address it as fun. there's an entire story rewinding in her mind - they did come back after talking about work, they did stumble in between pieces of furniture while trying to find their way to the stairs. her jeans are definitely the culprit. "sorry that was weird, i mean it in the nice way." more like the we could do this again way, but natasha is still unsure which kind of boundaries their giving it a try again situation is currently having. this feels natural, her last time ( being with james grey ) definitely could never compare. she's starting to see a pattern here though, and she better get up before it gets worse.

"i ... think i'm gonna shower," not sure why she's mentioning it, probably because for all intents she's half hoping james will come along - the fact that they won't talk about it at least until she's had a cup of coffee completely unrelated. she finally sits up, soft whoops leaving lips when bedsheet falls off. "i'm taking this," his henley from the night before definitely, blue suits him nice. ... anyway. "and if you catch yelena downstairs, stay silent. she can't wait to i told you so me about it." natasha does feel better though, get it out of the system sometimes actually works ( problem is, she might need to come back again, and again, and again )

a pause as she lingers by the door, yesterday's clothes balled in her arms. she'll throw everything in the washing machine on her way to her actual room. "should we kiss?" adrenaline worn down, it's suddenly like she doesn't know what to do with herself anymore. "i remember from before that we ... well," baby steps - having her memories back is already a huge step forward anyway. "sorry, this is so ... ugh. i'll see you later for breakfast?"

[caleohateclub]

oh you think you're favourite character is bad

my favourite (ehh not really) character was so bad that everyone in the show EVEN THE FUCKING BOSS MAN DEMON FROM HELL!!!! GOT A REDEMPTTION ARC!!!! but my character just got thrown into nothingness never to be seen again. he wasn't even worth getting a mention in the finale 🤮🤮🤮🥀🥀🥀.

[applespider]

Okay now that the Cell and Baghs tunnel vision is over HOLY SHIT LET'S GO MAPACHE REDEMPTTION REAL

[squicky-fannish-discourse]

thinking about the fact that horikoshi has weaved the kind of plot where the heroes are less sympathetic than the heroes, and I really don’t care if they win. 

The second he switches back to the villains, not only does it feel realistic, but it also strips away the idealism that the hero side tries to convince me about 

At the start of the manga, yes, i was like, “I want to see how this quirkless deku becomes number one hero” but now it’s shifted to I want to see if the system changes. I want to see if it ends up better. Because a good part of the population (apart from our heroes) doesn’t give a shit about whether society changes. They just want the heroes to win to bring back the status quo.

And some times, part of me believes, that Horikoshi through his writing puts effort with Endeavor’s redempttion/atonement, but he’s generally one of the few getting challenged by the villains to make a better system. But we’re creating more problems.

see, either shiggy is right about there being no villains and heroes, since this society can possibly benefit from anarchy, because it’s fucked up to brand people like villains, because they saw the appeal of comics to placate the audience with “the good guys always win,” 

or maybe overhaul is right, in that the world needs cleansing from quirks or whatever. 

But there is no guarantee that the system will not collapse in the near future without another all for one taking advantage of a vaccuum of power.

and on that note, should afo win, shiggy will rebel. Because this is not his endgame. It’s afo’s. And he wanted anarchy not a mafia state, and he will bring it down at all cost  

but in the narrative, deku and pals will win, because they are the good guys. they are the heroes. 

but consider the fact that that we can only root for heroes when we see their stories in entirety. Their rise. Their fall from grace. Their failings. Their wins. That’s a hero in the sincerest sense. Their journey. Their change in thought. Their growth. 

And Shigaraki fits all of those categories. So in that sense, i’m saying Shiggy is the tragic hero in a metanarrative sense. And where does deku stand in regards to that? 

[castlevowed]

there’s this inner turmoil that perpetually brews, one she conceals well, but at times — remnants of haunted past slip through the cracks. wounds heal, but the scars they leave behind tell a story that remains permanently branded on the soul. fingers fiddled with bottle cap, leaning hip against utility table while avoiding eye contact with the one person who understood her better than she cared to admit. “i’m fine.” the platitudinous line that served as more of a bandaid than a true solution to deep rooted trauma. “just get lost inside of my own head sometimes.. you know?” gaze falling upon his for a brief moment before averting attention elsewhere. “we should get cleaned up and go grab something to eat. i don’t know about you, but i’m starving.” and just like that she manages to dodge the burning heat emitting from loaded question. a tactic maria had grown rather adept in throughout the years. what she’d become blissfully unaware of, however, was how damaging it had truly become. the built up torment having sprouted branches that lead her further and further away from humanity.

blood  rushes  faster .  heartbeat  quickens .  adrenaline  kicks  in ,  tension  during  combat  training  was  expected  —  in  a  split  second ,  they  would  stop  being  two  people  sparring  and  become  two  people  fighting  for  their  lives ,  even  if  only  theoretically .  both  had  been  trained  to  be  the  best  at  what  they  do .  but he  knows  the  signs .  knows  the  moment  when  that  clean  break  between  training  and  memory  snaps .  the  second  someone’s  eyes  stop  seeing  the  room  in  front  of  them .  when  their  focus  drifts ,  and  their  mind  takes  off  a  thousand  miles  away  from  now  —  she’s  not  here  anymore .  not  really ,  and  he’s  been  there  more  times  than  he  cares  to  count .  the  quiet ,  haunted  stillness  that  follows .  probably  meaning  he’s  just  triggered  something  she’d  rather  not  remember .  he  stays  down  on  the  mat  for  another  breath ,  then  pushes  himself  up  in  one  fluid  motion ,  brushing  his  palms  together  as  he  stands .  his  eyes  find  her ,  now  softened  with  concern ,  but  also  hesitation .  he’s  not  sure  whether  to  step  in  or  give  her  space .  so  instead ,  he  tosses  out  a  light  joke .  “ reassuring .  in  a  vaguely  threatening  kind  of  way . ”   and  then ,  gentler ,  the  real  question  “ you  okay ,  maria ? ”

[juneautek]

Commercial Fishing Photo of the Day | Monterey Fishing Tradition

Commercial Fishing Photo of the Day | Monterey Fishing Tradition

I’ve been truly amazed by the local history and the bounty of the seas around Monterey Bay. Its been years since the squid has pounded the shores of these regional harbors and the stories are piling up. It’s nice to see living history repeat itself. Monterey Bay is a true story of failure and redempttion when it comes to fishery history. EDIT: Will update later when less drunky. The photo is…

[sdvxii-moved]

god redempttion arc??

[wid0wd-archived]

five times texted: 

five times texted:      ( five times the receiver texted the sender )

ONE.

white fur ball unceremoniously left at her place in the early morning, natasha didn't even have enough time to actually process what was happening - an unexpected guest over until its owner is done with work ... though the princess of the house might have some reservations about it. coffee machine quietly whirs as natasha watches alpine make herself at home, liho approaching with the certain jealousy that comes with seeing someone playing with her stuff unauthorized.

text , james : your cat is unhinged

no context whatsoever besides for a picture following up of the two cats a good two feet apart from each other, liho's favourite squeaky toy dangerously close to alpine's space. a few beats of silence, the black cat side eyeing natasha as if knowing that she should set the good example ... as annoying as it is. paw lazily pushes the toy further - before natasha knows it, the squeaky toy is rolling around the hardwood floor.

text , james : i think she just became liho's best friend

TWO.

nostalgia trips are understandable natasha figures, especially when it comes to her friends from times so far back ... she gets it - it's inevitable. but why is she always on pick up duty from this freaking museum? people at the smithsonian parking lot know her by name at this point, can recognise her car ( which she hates by the way ) and don't shy away as much anymore in making conversation.

steve has made a point to hit her up with fast fire messages about things she's supposedly already aware of by the way he talks about them, natasha not having the heart to remind him that her brain is still wobbly from novokov's mind screwing. seventeen messages in, natasha has had enough.

text , j. barnes : i'm begging you to PLEASE text back to whatever steve asked in your "boys" group chat

text , j. barnes : also why do you guys have a group chat without me :(

a brief moment to cringe at her own question, the sad emoji truly wraps the whole thing into the pitiest of parties she could throw herself. lips purse tight waiting for a reply, thumb pretending to scroll on the empty chat ( her old phone never found in the woods she was captured at, though she didn't miss the way james had found it ironic and just some luck )

text , j. barnes : this is nat by the way. not sure if you have my number

THREE.

yelena has turned their web in san francisco into something that vaguely resembles a home, natalia will give her that point. would have never expected it from her but then again these past weeks have been all about changes, and if she can't bear to stay the same, she guesses yelena might have the same feeling here and there. having a full house feels strange - empty place now filled with something akin to friendship, family, love ... natalia lets it happen, allows herself to grieve and trust the way she was asked, hoping it won't burn her again in the end.

playing monopoly is the last thing in natalia's mind, but it is what it is, soft smile playing at lips whenever her turn comes otherwise she stays quiet - observing. back leans deeper against the chair, hands fidgeting with her phone as gaze stays focused on james. steve, sharon and sam might be too focused talking about some upcoming assignment, clint's trips to the kitchen suspicious too ( she'll have to ask later ) but her attention is all on him; whether it bothers james or not she can't fully tell, after all there's been a lot of closing up between them too lately.

text , yasha : stop cheating. yelena's figured AND she'll beat your ass

gaze remains on him as he reads from the notification on the screen, lighting so high it could power up her computer room - such an old man. cocky grin matches her own, yelena's eye roll not lost on her ( and neither the you can both go fuck off muttered in their mothertongue while thoroughly checking the dices again )

FOUR.

natasha can be such a shit friend sometimes, there's no need for other people to mention that for her to figure out. between one thing and the other, she really is trying to make amends for the things and people left behind, the whole ordeal taking longer than she had initially intended for not even bothering her that much anymore.

these days she works with SHIELD rather than for SHIELD - huge step forward when it comes to personal freedom for sure, though there's no denying that hill and fury's constant need to keep tabs on her despite the severance she's demanded requested from her affiliation to the agency is starting to tick her off ... in the wrong way.

text , james : they should invent an healing that is linear

she doesn't miss a beat sending a text once natasha spots james on the other side of the door, waiting for his turn to get the brunt of the directors' anger and annoyance since these days it only falls flat on her. no mention whatsoever of the reason why she's gotten yelled at ( something about her mandatory therapy sessions being skipped like the plague ), another text sent as she sits at a random desk to complete her paperwork and hopefully fuck off ... until the next call.

text , james : wanna hang out? we can share nightmare stories

FIVE.

natalia would love to pride herself as an actual giver, but thing is ... she really is not. always ready to cash a favour in, though opening this particular chat brings pause to her thoughts - it's never just a favour. it's a favour, then hang out for lunch and dinner, pretty much spending a day of objective fun doing something people would consider horrendous. for her at least, these days she never has the guts to ask for his opinion on anything unless he speaks first.

fuck it. does she want to drag him in her mess? not really, but then again they started this when he accepted to meet her in the designated place after destroying the red room cell - then other cells here and there of whatever filth left. this fight belongs to james as much as it does to her, and three years in she hasn't come this far to only come this far.

text , yasha : found a lead about the thing we've been looking for

index and thumb tug at beanie on her head, brisk wind against her skin quickly become accustomed to ( should have really ordered this coffee inside the bar, but then again where else could she get a sea view like this? )

text , yasha : think i'm finally gonna go see that necropolis in callatis. do you know your way around there?