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"Ellis MacMurray, formerly of SHIELD. Now? You tell me."
[ Independent MCU/AOS RP blog. Both mun and muse are 21+. ]
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something’s SCRATCHING its way out,
something you wanna FORGET about.
- marvel/aos oc shield agent.
- mun and muse 21+
- mun has eight years of experience, two on tumblr.
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something’s SCRATCHING its way out,
something you wanna FORGET about.
- marvel/aos oc shield agent.
- mun and muse 21+
- mun has eight years of experience, two on tumblr.
home || begin || rules || verses
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something’s SCRATCHING its way out,
something you wanna FORGET about.
- marvel/aos oc shield agent.
- mun and muse 21+
- mun has eight years of experience, two on tumblr.
home || begin || rules || verses
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something’s SCRATCHING its way out,
something you wanna FORGET about.
- marvel/aos oc shield agent.
- mun and muse 21+
- mun has eight years of experience, two on tumblr.
home || begin || rules || verses
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something’s SCRATCHING its way out,
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- marvel/aos oc shield agent.
- mun and muse 21+
- mun has eight years of experience, two on tumblr.
home || begin || rules || verses
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something’s SCRATCHING its way out,
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- marvel/aos oc shield agent.
- mun and muse 21+
- mun has eight years of experience, two on tumblr.
home || begin || rules || verses
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yes, hello. it's me.
shocking, am i right? anyway, lets get to the point.
i've been away from this blog a while, and i got to thinking about it. i realized the reason it's failing, is that i have no direction for it. after all, this was originally a blog about a character who used to work for SHIELD... and then SHIELD, to public knowledge, died. a major part of his reason for existing was taken, and as much as i tried to make it work as a character who worked for SHIELD then suddenly didn't... it's impossible. every character needs a tie to something, otherwise it's just... floating.
so i've come to a decision. this blog is being archived.
... are you freaking out yet? yes? good, because i totally scared you and my five year old mind gets a kick out of that. but no, seriously, i haven't told you the good news! this blog may be getting archived, but the character will live on! on a new blog. which i have yet to even decide on a name for, let alone create (hahaha i'm so ~organized wow).
but by doing this, ellis gets a fresh start. a clean slate, as it were. in doing so, i can revamp ellis as a character, refine the bits about his history and the like which i don't like, get rid of things which no longer make sense (e.g. from old blogs being deleted, etc), and hopefully, he can make a comeback which will help me fall in love with the character i created almost two and a half years ago.
in theory, this also means all of his plots will be wiped clean and reset. i understand this may be frustrating for you guys, but i honestly think it's the best approach in order to reclaim muse. think of it this way; all those aus you guys day dream over, about how our muses could have met under different circumstances? pick one and you can make it a reality! everybody goes home happy.
i feel good about this. i know some people won't, may think i'm essentially screwing characters over that are linked to him as he is now, and maybe i am, but... i need to do what is best for me. i need this. god help me, it's been a long time coming.
i'm gonna go think up url names now.
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i'm just kind of sitting in bed crying like a spoiled fucking brat right now, because for all the hard work i've put into this character for two and a half years of my life, no one seems to actually give a shit. and i don't know why that is. i don't know if it's because he's an oc, or if it's because i was gone over the summer -- worst mistake of my life, in retrospect -- or what it is, but i simply cannot branch out, no matter how hard i try. i would LOVE to try out so many different plots with ellis, but i can't do that when people won't take a chance on him. after all, it takes two to tango. otherwise he's just dancing on his own.
i mean, what is it? i've been obsessing over this for WEEKS. months, even. people say they'll roleplay with ocs if they're well developed, and i think two and a half years of development is pretty freaking good. or is it because i make posts like this that puts people off, because that would be pretty fucking ironic. am i too needy? or am i just a terrible writer? i just... i can't figure it out. this is my only release, the one thing i enjoy doing in my life, and if i don't have this, if i don't have ellis, then... i'm nothing.
but it's not worth it any more. this blog isn't worth crying over, and honestly, i'm tired of trying and coming up empty handed. i'm seriously considering just deleting and moving on, here. i love ellis, don't get me wrong. he's the best character i've ever written, but if he's not good enough, then shit... maybe i just shouldn't be writing at all.
sorry. i'll let you all get back to your thanksgiving now.
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"I… have an interview. For a job…"
As if it wasn’t clear enough. Yeah — he
was surprised too.
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The memories of their wedding swirled around in his head. It felt like a dream compared to their reality, now. In the space of one year, they'd been married. They'd had a child. They'd been separated for months. And since coming back, half of it didn't feel real, like if he did something stupidly dangerous, he'd just... wake up. And he'd discover that the past year was a dream. And things would be perfect again. He was so... lost for words.
"I... no... this isn't a business transaction..." His voice sounded miles away, not even realizing the intended meaning behind Penelope's words as he took a step forward, then another, until he was right next to the table full of food, and... she'd done so well. She'd made it special. And he'd... forgotten. And he could say it was because he had a lot on his mind, but... God, he was a shit husband. There was the reality.
"... I didn't get you anything..."
Penelope followed behind him, watching his face and he saw everything set. She turned to face him, leaning up on her toes to kiss his lips, “All a clever ruse.”
The redhead set Melody back in his arms, before moving over to the table. She slid over the highchair they’d gotten her. It had a nice attachment for a new born, since Melody couldn’t hold her own head up yet. She then turned back to look at him, “I hope I did good. I mean, it’s been a year, I’m not looking to get fired over bad behavior.”
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Ziggy | Beautiful Girl, 2014 (x) (x)
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Everything. Your long fingers, the mop of hair always getting in your eyes. Those few days when you don't shave and have a face full of stubble. Every bit of you is the sexiest thing I've ever seen ... except your feet, get a pedicure.
"There's nothing wrong with my feet!"
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And then, suddenly, no more Melody. Ellis' hands fumbled a moment, before falling to his sides, confused and... honestly, he wanted his daughter back a little. He was like a five year old whose favourite toy had been taken away when it came to that girl. Like when he was holding her, the world made sense again. He wasn't broken any more. He was just... himself. Just Ellis. Just normal.
And she ignored his question. And posed another, and maybe if he just did what she asked, he'd get their daughter back, or... something. "-- Um. Yeah. Yeah, alright."
Now, he was noticing it. The weirdness. She was the only one who used that kitchen, half the time. Everything was put in a place where she could reach it, because she was the only person who ever put anything away. The idea that there was something she couldn't get to was... well, either someone had broken into their house just to move their stuff about, or it was a terrible lie.
"I don't see why you can't just stand on a--" But as he entered the kitchen, he froze. Garlic bread, like he smelled. Spaghetti, meatballs... cookies. She'd made it all look so... special. And then, he remembered. Glancing down at his ring finger, staring at the gold band around it, and he couldn't... had it really been a year? How had he not realized this?
"-- chair..."
Penelope stepped out of the kitchen, and walked into the living room, watching him give Melody kisses. She loved to see that, just how close the two of them were. He loved her to bits, and Penelope knew Melody would feel the same way once she understood what feelings were.
"Awww, look at my two favorite people." she ignored his question, choosing to walk over and scoop Melody from his arms, "I need help reaching something in the kitchen, can you please?"
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tell my muse, anon or not, what you find sexually attractive about them;
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He really hated that dog.
Hours spent with the bloody thing, and he was tempted to send it back to the pound. There was a reason he didn't look after the thing, there was a reason it wasn't really his pet, and that was because the thing was a freaking nightmare to deal with. Peaceful wasn't an option with it, especially not with a new born baby, and he was still recovering, and-- and-- and it was all too much. Three times he ran off without warning. After the second time, he tied the thing to his arm... and severely underestimated its strength as it ran off, dragging him along with it.
It was honestly a wonder a parent hadn't yelled at him for neglecting Melody in his troubles.
But the thing was worse than Marley and Me, and it left him so moody, that he'd neglected to wonder why Penelope had wanted him out of the house so desperately in the first place. Not once did he think about the date, not once did he speculate that maybe, just maybe, she had some big plans of her own, and in hindsight, that was worrying. He should've figured it out by now. He always figured it out, always. It was something he had an annoying knack for.
Finally, he arrived home -- or rather dragged Pup back tooth and nail -- and the second he managed to untie the stupid mutt from its collar, it made a break for it, likely up to Jefferson's room/space/apartment/whatever were they even supposed to call that gigantic space they'd given him, any way?
"Sure. If mud and grass stains signal a positive experience." Ellis called back to her, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice as he briefly set Melody down to remove his coat and scarf. A moment later, and she was back in his arms, sitting down on the sofa and lifting her up into the air, before bringing her down to kiss her cheek. She was beautiful, really. Beautiful and innocent, and his.
But then, he frowned.
"-- Hey, what's that smell? Is that garlic --?"
One year. It had been one year to the day that Penelope and Ellis had gotten married. The year had been so hectic, that Penelope hadn’t even remembered until just after lunch when she’d checked the calendar. She’d felt horrible, but it was understandable. So the red head, had asked Ellis to bundle Melody up and take her out on a walk with Pup. A little bonding time would do them good. She’d smiled as they left, but rushed into the kitchen immediatly after.
She didn’t have a present for him, but knew what she could do. Penleope spent her time cooking up one of his most favorite meals, spaghetti and meatballs. It was simple, but she wanted to make it feel special .She set out their best china, and wine glasses. She couldn’t drink since she was breast feeding, but a bit of sparkling cider would go good with it.
The garlic bread out of the oven, and the cookies cooling on the counter, Penelope heard the door open.
"Was it a good walk?" she called from the kitchen, setting the plates down on the table, everything set.
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"I... have an interview. For a job..."
As if it wasn't clear enough. Yeah -- he
was surprised too.
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Spencer Reid | 10x09 Fate
And since she’s developed IED she’s not longer able to control her bursts of rage or the violence that follows.
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