#shieldrevive

[bloodsalted]

@shieldrevive || ash vs. the evil dead sentence starters || accepting!

Sometimes what you think you saw, it's exactly what you saw.

dean was chasing the creepy son of a bitch through the forest. intent upon killing it. two steps into the trap, he realized how badly he messed up when three sets of eyes turned into six. and they were around him in all corners. shit. shit. SHIT. lead right into a trap.

front teeth bit down into his bottom lip. adrenaline kicked in on high. finger on the trigger and boots planted firmly in the ground, keen eyes darted from one glowing set to the other. waiting to see which one was going to spring first. "c'mon, bitch. let's go.. which one of you is gonna grow a pair?" his heart's pounding. and he feels high.

from the shadows, the bushes rustle and the first creature LUNGES. it moves so fast, the entire body looks like a blur. dean's gun raises--he fires and a howl echoes in the air as not only a bullet but--and don't get him fucking wrong but he swears to hell and back he sees a something black and silver cut through the air and hit it as the same damn time. not only that but it ricochets off that beast and bounces. to a tree. into a shadow. howling ensues. and crunching bone. bodies hitting the floor. one. two. claws scraping at the ground before they go still.

another pounces towards him. three left. two more from behind. dean gets the shot off at the first but the other two fall at his feet. bodies lifeless and limp, shriveling into husks that resemble skeletons with stitched fur and teeth. and what pins both their necks to the ground? metal. nothing he's ever seen before. black. silver. and apparently deadly as hell. 'is that what the hell i saw?' and the answer he gets from the stranger coming out of the dark is exactly what he would expect. cryptic. but not. simple.

dean stood staring at the stranger with a look of sheer fascination on his face. lips parted. a streak of red running up his cheek. one that will surely dry out into an inky brown. but now? it's dark and glistening in the moonlight. not shed by his own hand. not even the slightest.

"okay great. but what the hell are those and how.. how did you DO that?"

[esoterium]

@shieldrevive || a meme from here! || accepting!

🤭  to  caress  my  muse's  cheek. - carol

it's been a long day. carol's not stopped since before sunrise. her body, mind and soul are beaten down but unable to switch off. instead? she ambles around the house like she's looking for something anything to do. a touch up there--a switch of sheets here. hell. she's even taken to making sure every scrap of laundry's done and yet? whatever bug is up her ass still isn't settling down for the night.

the door opens--and maybe that's the reason why? steve. her gaze switches from the duster in her hand (which she tucks away before she hears booted feet coming down the hallway) and bare feet climb down the ladder propped next to the window. she wipes her palms off on her jeans and walks out into the hallway to meet him.

only when she lays her eyes on him does the woman seem to, finally, breathe out a breath she's been holding all day. it makes a fallen strand of pale hair rise up from her face before falling back down. "oh. you shit. i didn't think a run'd take all of you that long. bout time you showed up." but she smiles, clearly glad that he's here and in one piece. her gaze flicks back and forth across those blue eyes and seems like both their hands lift.

"don't give me that look. you're still in trouble." his hands on her cheek. her's on his. a thumb caresses along his jawline before she moves her head forward careful not to jar his touch away. she doesn't want to lose it. a solid thunk and she rests it against his chest. "yep. still in trouble. i know it's not your fault. gotta start going further and further out but. damn. i hated not going." her turn to stay behind. to keep everyone out of trouble. and she hated every minute.

[intcthatgoodnight]

DUSTY TOYBOX // accepting

@shieldrevive: you call THAT a PLAN ? - tony

“Yes.” he quickly responded in a matter-of-fact tone. “Did things go according to plan? …No, not exactly. Hey, that happens. But we improvised, we overcame. Really, it was a great team-building experience and for that, I think you should be a little more thankful.”

[spideygwennie]

let me handle it , just go !

🕷️🕸️— 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 — @shieldrevive

She's seen worlds collide, at the brink of existence, the desperation. Those days, she's grateful her world wasn't as advanced yet. Civilization turning against each other the more vast technology grows. Dreading when the day came, praying it wouldn't be only her to keep it at bay.

Gwen couldn't save this world's Peter Parker either, but she could hold the fort for him. She was meant to change shifts with another, take a break, but the gnawing in the back of her mind begged to stay. Exhausting herself, but pushing through the pain. She knew how crime could rise as the universe digested the shock of losing half its population. It doesn't sleep, why should she? Never mind her fists were forgetting to hold back, the wounds on her body were slower to heal, her panting becoming more guttural.

"But- !" Gwen began to object behind her mask. Hand adding pressure onto her gash, side bleeding more than it should, something should've healed it by now. But they were running on fumes at this point. And now? A burning building? Our greatest weakness? The soldier's voice was firm, no arguing. Reminded her when her dad was at his last straw with her.

It was her cue to tap out. A soft grunt later, Gwen sprinted through the flames, feeling her suit singe while heading for the nearest window. Showered in glass, not caring about the height. Wrist delayed to flick a string of web before producing enough to create a safety line. There was no sticking the landing unfortunately, more like body slamming into a brick wall, shoulder crunched against a balcony railing that slowed her fall onto concrete. Gritting through teeth, counting her blessings, Gwen managed to somehow get up and limp away.

[danviers]

the batman.

@shieldrevive​ asked:    fear is a tool.

In so many ways, that was a truth both completely irrevocable and sweeping.  In some hands, it was a weapon:  a knife edge against a trembling throat, a cold cinch of steel around welted wrists.  

This time, it was neither the blood Alex had split from a suspect’s lip — more times in the last several years than she could recall — or the whiz of gunfire speeding past her, a hair’s breadth from nicking her cheek or shoulder or flipping off the light in her eyes.  It was the thrill of ice cold, shuddering unsurety running up the notches in the back of her neck;  the gut - churning realisation that the rebuttal that instantly left her mouth, copper tinged and parched with dust, was a sorry excuse for a lie.  The weight of some imagined barrel of a pistol nudged into the base of her skull wasn’t a painless pill to swallow — but that was still easier to shelve away than the notion of facing another ground - shaking loss and being helpless, in every sense of the word, to stop it.  

“ I am not scared. ”

[softersinned-arc]

@shieldrevive / starter call (accepting).

"You know," she says conversationally, as though she were in any other circumstances than about to either get arrested, murdered, or otherwise badly injured, "I get the sense I really can't girlboss my way out of this one."

When she's patted down they will no doubt find the numerous extremely illegal weapons hidden on her person, as well as the two different forms of extremely falsified and therefore extremely illegal ID. There's also a joint in the pack of cigarettes she has tucked in the inside pocket of her jacket, though she thinks that's legal now. Right? She travels so much it's hard to keep track.

Then again, the world's ending. Something like breaking numerous laws might not be so big a deal, all things considered. Then again again, the world is always ending at this rate, so she doubts it'll hold quite as much weight as she thinks it should, particularly considering that the weapons, the fake IDs, and the joint are all, somehow, the least illegal thing she's carrying. The real questionable shit is in the leather messenger bag on the table, currently being searched.

She really should be more concerned. Astoria Grim is many things, but she's never been accused of being willing to accept when she's lost. She lifts her ziptied wrists so she can rest her elbows on the table, and she sets her chin in her hands and bats her eyelashes as sweetly as she can.

"Believe it or not, this is not the worst way I've met a man," she says finally. "My dental hygienist once asked me out after cleaning my teeth. Who finds that hot? Anyway. If I tell you it's all a big misunderstanding and say I promise to be good, and don't even argue about you keeping what's in the bag, can we chalk this up to a bad day and laugh about it later?"

[halofcrged]

@shieldrevive sent a meme.

"Be as you’ve always been.”

“That’s the problem though, isn’t it.” More a statement of fact than a question. “Who I’ve always been isn’t anybody at all.” Decades, he’d spent, under Halsey’s thumb, on her leash, and he hadn’t even had the capacity to recognize it for what it was. And it wasn’t like he’d have shied away from the fight - he’d proven that much in the time that had passed since he’d removed his emotional inhibitor chip and the time that he’d fallen through whatever that infernal Halo machine had been to this world. He’d fought. And won. Even with his anger and grief and resentment burning like fire in his veins. Maybe even because of it. Which meant whatever reasoning Halsey had used to justify the regulation chips were just more excuses, more ways for her to dig her claws into him and his team.

“Everything I’ve been my whole life is what somebody else wanted me to be, doing what they wanted me to do, saying what they wanted me to say, to think, to feel. Might as well have been a monkey in the suit, for all it mattered. Which leaves me wondering who and what I am without it, and who and what I am without somebody’s hand up my backside.”

[liminahl]

i'm going to be cleaning up some blogs and attempting another multi for the sake of sanity. will i ever figure out which format i like best? idk. but here we are.

@feycraft, @huntmade, @shieldrevive, @monsterhunt, and @againholy will be moving on to the multi.

new soloe blogs are:

@lastvessel - john winchester @ridesplague - biblical / spn inspired pestilence ( sb to lastvessel ) @pwrnatural - jason lee scott ( red power ranger ) plopped into spn

[affcgato-archived]

TEN FAVOURITE CHARACTERS FROM TEN DIFFERENT FANDOMS!

I'm doing 10 characters I don't already RP just to spice things up

padmé amidala (star wars)

mary hamilton (dctv's batwoman)

vi (arcane)

carol danvers (marvel)

rain ocampo (resident evil movies)

vanille (final fantasy)

sansa stark (a song of ice & fire)

death (sandman)

anna lightwood (shadowhunter chronicles)

alanna of trebond (song of the lioness quartet)

tagged: mercilessly stolen tagging: @asoulofstars @starsinshadows @percentstardust @shieldrevive @nomanslannd @w1nterwolf @unfinishedbusincss @forwardlion @liightsavior @hellmartyr

[valiantsword]

ok, so, current places to find me are:

arthur ( @valiantsword )

jax teller ( request, sideblog to @valiantsword )

opie winston ( request, sideblog to @valiantsword )

steve rogers ( @shieldrevive )

gallowglass ( @inkpromise, because he is my baby and he will have the love he deserves gdi )

[bloodsalted]

wait, wait, wait. is it love on dixon hours???? cause man, oh man, i love your interpretation of every character i have ever seen you tackle. dean? nuanced as all get out. i can hear his voice in every single word and i cry because it's so beautiful. thank you for bringing him to life. you make my dash so much brighter <3

@shieldrevive || beep beep how’s my portrayal ? || accepting!

// listen. i..i'm. LOVE YOU! first? i'm so glad you're back in mah day to day. i missed you! second? thank you so so so much. i value your opinion so deeply. you are so very talented and wonderful. i'm so grateful i've known you for so long! i was jittery as all get out starting this one cause i wrote sam for so long and never this guy. but i'm loving the hell out of it and thank you for sending this. you make every day brighter for me when i get to see ya around! i appreciate you for that. and thank you thank you thank you again. i'm so glad you for lovin' this dude. :D

[buckytm]

@shieldrevive​ | zombie apocalypse au. 

𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐏. cans jangle against each other, a hollow knock that rings out too loud in the abandoned store. a wincing grimace worms its way across bucky’s mouth. his teeth bare.  every inch of him is on alert  ;  the downy fine hairs on the back of his neck  ( overshadowed by hair that has grown too long without anyone to cut it ) stand up, static-quick.  this is what is to LIVE now, to be ready to fight at a moment’s notice.  all of his military training is in use as he listens for even the slightest hint of dragging feat or rasping groans.  

❛  this is no good, stevie.  ❜  the expiration dates on the tinned food is getting too close for comfort.  he palms a can of lima beans, checks the top before tucking it in with the rest of their stash.  ❛  everything’s picked over. we’ll be lucky to get enough to last us a week.  ❜  the emptied shelves give him enough wherewithal to be able to see steve from across the store.  all of the things that remain are knocked askance, nonessentials forgotten in this new world.  

❛  ---- you think it’s worth digging into the loading dock to see if somethin’ got missed?  ❜  a pot of spam joins the rest of the food in his sack.  he wraps his hand around the weathered handle of an axe, prepared to take it with him into the back room. 

[astrapure-a]

@shieldrevive​ sent: “ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. “ || Resident Evil 8

Dark brows furrow in arising curiosity mingling with confusion, gaze shifting to glance behind her as though expecting him to have been speaking to someone else. We’re things not safer now for everyone? She would have thought that perhaps being able to just roam about on her own, heading off to a cafe to get her favorite hot chocolate and cookies. It’s not exactly common to be stopped by someone, let alone some who sounded rather awfully familiar under that dull baseball cap.

“ - I can perfectly handle myself on my own, thanks.”

[softersinned-arc]

policies.

I like having exclusives and mains! I think it’s a nice way to build a coherent canon for my character, and to let dynamics develop extensively.

If you’re interested in becoming exclusives or mains with Astoria, please feel free to message me! If I’m already exclusive with a particular portrayal, please do not approach me to write with other versions of these characters on this blog. Please also know that I’m unlikely to drop exclusivity for any reason besides extensive inactivity, or breaking mutuals. Threads which ignore or disrespect my exclusivity will be dropped. 

exclusives.

Aleksander Morozova | Grishaverse — tmiina.

Arthur Pruitt (Pendragon) | Arthuriana — valiantsword.  

Baldwin Montclair | All Souls — balldwin.

Daemon Targaryen | House of the Dragon — dralgon. 

Dane Whitman | Marvel — endlight.

Dracula | Dracula — dracui.

Ellis Cousland | Dragon Age (M!Cousland) — xfindingtrouble.

Harry "Opie" Winston | Sons of Anarchy — reaperlost.

Harvey Dent | DC — acidcaught.

Hope Mikaelson | The Originals / Legacies — serendpitous.

Jax Teller | Sons of Anarchy — gaveldefy.

Jess Mariano | Gilmore Girls — literarist.

Marcel Gerard | The Originals — lovemaim.

Marcus Whitmore | All Souls — mortedoc.

Pamela Isley | DC — ecopoison.

Percival de Rolo | Critical Role — xfindingtrouble.

Rhaenyra Targaryen | House of the Dragon — queenborn.

Robert Langdon | Robert Langdon series — sumbolus.

Rory Gilmore | Gilmore Girls — gilmor.

Rosalie Hale | Twilight — denieddeath.

Steve Rogers | Marvel — shieldrevive.

Talia al Ghul | DC — pitborn.

mains.

Alina Starkov | Grishaverse — serendpitous.

Ben Callahan | Original — corpatrem.

Desiderius Mathieu | Original — aeternals.

Diana Bishop | All Souls — sheswoven.

Hale Ashwood | Original — aeternals.

Matthew Clairmont | All Souls — cllairmont.

Matthew Murdock | Marvel — murdcck.

Peter Parker | Marvel — boywebbed.

Shay Sadler | Original — aeternals.

Solas | Dragon Age — arsuledin.

[sailedsunseta]

SHANE WAS MOVING THROUGH THE BUILDING CAREFULLY WITH HIS WEAPON READY JUST IN CASE. it seemed quiet, and untouched but that wasn’t to say no one was around. one could never be too careful in that regard. fingers adjusted against the gun as he held it up and his flashlight in the other, both arms supporting each other in one way or another as he moved, like the trained officer he was. he rounded one corner and held his gun ready as he turned the flashlight around looking for any sign that he was not alone here and as he cocked his head towards the side he raised his brow. he turned when he heard noise from a room behind him, his ankle twisting in a fast paced pivot as he flashed his light in that direction. “someone there?” he called, although keeping his voice as low as he could, all things considered. he began to step forwards flashing his light where he could and completely prepared for some walker to come out of nowhere on him. but if this was a person best to be at least a little prepared to not shoot first right? “i said is someone there!” he repeated his voice a little more firm and a little louder this time in his attempt to be heard but also not alert the dead too much.

starter for @shieldrevive​ 

[affcgato-archived]

@shieldrevive dropping some random positivity: while we're at it let me drop in here and remind you that i love you a whole fuckin' lot, too. i may be slow. i may be kinda distant sometimes because life has been too much ( tm ) but i think you are one of the greatest humans to grace this hellscape and i appreciate you so fucking much <3

luca I love you a lot, pls never change. <3 <3 <3 you are the greatest.