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❛ there is a beast inside of you. dragon-tailed and full of rage, it leaves scales behind wherever it prowls. at first you try to feed it so it doesn’t devour you: raw pieces of your heart still bloodied. try to tame it, try to own it, to rein it in on the nights when its howls scrape across your insides like fingernails dragging across rusted steel, but it eats you anyways. the cavernous darkness of its belly swallows you up. it says, you will always be afraid. ❜
@ibringthexfire
skye wasn’t used to this kind of life – the simplicity in it, the lack of technology, the lack of other bodies. it was just her and aubrey, holed up in an apartment that was boarded up. for now it would be their home – hidden from hydra, from the agents still after them, from all those who had seen aubrey’s transformation and knew full well that she was a danger. skye was nursing an injured leg but she still managed to hobble her way to the mattress on the floor with a cup of tap water and a plate of toast. she handed them to the blonde who sat there among the blankets ( there were no sheets ) in which they had slept in the night before. “how are you feeling?”
she was full of flavors so unfamiliar they’d dabbed shut something that was once wicked and loud---had been nothing but a silent mouth no matter how garrishly the screen before those lidded eyes had pitched up, and she had to chaw slabs of her bottom lip to prevent herself from socking out ceaseless whines. it was a peculiar concept to remember that her former foe had been the only one keeping her grounded, aiding in her transition like they meant more than curious gazes and furious limbs tangled at night. perhaps they did, but it wasn’t the best subject to be brought up at times like this. ❛ like m’insides are on fuckin’ fire. same old, same old. typical tuesday an’ shit. ❜ she’d exploded a microwave, some poor fella’s car, a fridge and knew she couldn’t touch the toast without melting it. ❛ can’t wait for the full-on charizard change. this transformation shit sucks, can’t even sleep or fuckin’ eat. ❜ aubrey’s jaw loosened a little, though, when she looked at her. ❛ how are you? your leg? ❜
the last thing she wanted was to be back at the base - for personal reasons, for the memories it brought back up; she wa of hoping to be done with it, to find a life of normality and simplicity. but aubrey still wasn’t hers, and that life still seemed too far away to reach. maybe it was only fitting that they ended up back here. “i’m aching. getting kinda tired of bullets in me.” her voice was raspy, tired, but she squeezed on aubrey’s hand as though it was a lifeline. which, to be honest, it kind of was. she wanted to ask if they could leave, but she swallowed it down, focusing on something more important. “what about you?”
❛ oh---m’fine. m’arm’s a lil’ sore but m’fine. ❜ wasn’t as though the ache throbbed more than daisy’s admittance, rotating in like a huge sock to chest, a whisper behind ears reminding failures of what she’d sworn herself years ago---again. hundred of times, she thought, nullled promises that only lasted with blood on their hands. this is what’d moldered them in the first place. separations leading to constant near-deaths. ❛ i’m sorry, ❜ she ghosted out, brought the brunette’s knuckles to her lips, the kiss frail and guilty. ❛ i shoulda’ protected you better, i--shouldn’t have let him in. i did this. fuckin’ did this ta’ you, ❜ there was a pinch of grunt flagrant in her voice. something rasped, a result of not sleeping since daisy’d been laid on this bed. ❛ i really thought i’d fuckin’ lost you there, goober. i’m. i’m so sorry. ❜
@sworeanoath ♡‘d
❛ uh, sir. you might wanna---------not sit on tha’ desk, for a bit, ‘least. ❜ the reminiscence of her latest furtive escapade with daisy on that particular spot was way too patent still and the maroon tints on those cheeks were a flagrant evidence of it. she coughed, dipped eyes down. ❛ it was, um. really dirty. last time i checked. ❜
@seiismic ♡‘d
❛ --------- hey gorgeous, ❜ noises of a five o’clock’s bustle were dimmed into tender candence in the background. a lush and thankful relief when they sought nothing but a peaceful solitude within the base ; she’d been drowsy-eyed for hours now, one arm cased in a sling, watching the infirmary bed rustle when daisy finally plucked back her consciousness. ❛ we’re back. the playground. last-minute rescue kudos ta’ coulson, ❜ a palm thumbed, caressing the brunette’s hand, gently. guiltily. ❛ you’re safe now. try not ta’ move too much, though. how you feelin’? ❜
@redheadarcher ♡‘d
❛ y’gotten yourself familiar with us inhumans yet or should i give another 101? ❜
i’ve been trying to get back into the swing of things with aubs so
i’ve been trying to get back into the swing of things with aubs so
i’ve been trying to get back into the swing of things with aubs so
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SCREAMS. you are such a precious angel, thank you so much!!
“i didn’t expect anyone else to be awake.” jemma whispered softly, her eyes landing on the female figure in front of her. it wasn’t normal for the brunette to walk around the base during the late hours, during the past few weeks she was having trouble falling asleep. her nightmares had faded away for a couple of months and suddenly they began to reappear, as a reminder of what she had been through the last year. “what’s keeping you up this late?”
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suffice to say she’d been nothing but a lost cause --- nights too frigid wasted by strolls with inecessant closure becoming a routine which laminated these two feet and prosy state of mind. for a long while now, she recalled, ever since the tragedy that’d rattled the whole team. torn them apart. she wasn’t even sure why she was still sticking around sometimes. wondering, perhaps, if things could ever pierce themselves back together again. “hey, doc,” her smile was worn-out. drowsy. “i don’t know. jus’. kept havin’ thoughts, y’know? overthinkin’ shit. kinda missin’ the old days,” she chewed her bottom lip. “lincoln’s gone. daisy’s gone. dunno where else ta’ go. you think she’ll come back?”
I need to be held so fucking tight by someone who actually thinks I’m worth something
send 💕 to just grab my muse & kiss them!
daisy’s fingers were trembling when they pulled away from the kiss. aubrey’s warm cheeks were underneath them; it’d been so long since she’d been close enough to be able to embrace her like this, to be able to feel their lips touching. the apartment they were hiding out in was ratty and run-down, with no windows at all, forcing them to use candles to be able to see their way around. the couch was uncomfortable, and she could feel wires poking her in the back, but aubrey’s arm was around her so she was instantly more comfortable. the night had been spent re-living memories of an easier time.
was there ever an easier time?
the kiss had lasted long enough – when aubrey had begun to tug on her shirt, she’d recognized where it was going, and had hoped she could hold out.. but, unfortunately, their lips pulled apart when daisy felt her throat close up. “i – fuck, i’m sorry,” she mumbled, gazing into the blonde’s eyes in the limited light. “’m sorry. just. been so fuckin’ long. sorry.”
she was careful in her next movements; adjusting her back, she pulled arms down to adjust aubrey’s shirt. tucking the blanket around them, she slipped a hand to feel the skin of aubrey’s stomach, ever so gently stroking the new scar that was there. it’d been weeks and she was slowly healing, but daisy couldn’t help the guilt. she had watched it happen, and she could’ve prevented it. it was someone from her own fucking team who had nearly killed aubrey.. and christ, no fucking accords or fucking alliance meant anything. nothing else in the fucking world meant as much as aubrey did.
she kissed her on the neck, moving her lips upward with small kisses until she reached her cheek. “i’m sorry,” she mumbled against skin, keeping her lips as close to skin as possible. “no one will ever hurt you again. i promise.”
this is fucking amazing and i’m beside myself with happiness. two years ago, i booted up a daisy roleplay blog. it didn’t go well and i ended up ditching her muse for a while. exactly a year ago, i decided to reboot her, and it quickly became the best decision i’ve ever made. i’ve made lifelong friends through this blog, and i’ve found my own personal writing style; i’ve come to love daisy johnson like she’s my other half, and i can’t even begin to express how greatful i am for all the support and love. this blog means the world to me, and i know i’ve been busy lately, but that doesn’t take that fact away. i adore this blog and i adore everyone i’ve made a connection with. i love you guys so much and i can’t even begin to thank you for everything. i wouldn’t have had daisy this long without you. a year ago, i felt totally alone. a year later, and i’ve reached a thousand followers and i’ve found a safe space. THANK YOU.
time for a little follow forever, and a giveaway will be coming up soon!
* note: this list does not include people who have been inactive for more than a month.
i’m so so sorry if i missed anyone, but please know that i appreciate all my followers! you guys made this possible! thank you all so so much, it means the world to me, and i hope i get to interact with many, many more of you in the future!
okay so i just came back from family stuff (happy eid fitr for those who celebrate it!) and i’m awfully exhausted but i just wanted to drop by and make a quick post about my lil’ angel babe @seiismic ; some over-assuming bunch have recently spread bs about her and pretty much invaded her safe place by doing one of those petty call-out posts --- now i’m not going to delve too much into that portion bc resurfacing all the negativity’s only gonna further sour the situation but if anyone’s awake and is reading this, could you please, please send lots and lots and lots of love to her?
she’s been nothing but a precious sweetheart. she treats and writes daisy with so much care and thought --- we often text each other and geek out at 4 in the morning and i can assure you the amount of love that she has for daisy is enormous. i’m sure if anyone’s taken some time to actually read her threads and write with her, they’d be able to see every ounce of it, every detail that she puts, and the amazing support that she has for the character itself. the fact that someone just invalidated this because they read something and took it so gravely out of context is incredibly saddening. she’s a passionate, dedicated fan and plays daisy beautifully.
i don’t talk much ooc, i’m just one of those awkward confused people, but i hope those who’re reading this can send kind supportive words to her. she deserves tons of love and support, not any of this negative bullcrap.
