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OOC: Slow-atus
- I have over 70 tags to address across all my journals.
- I made promises to get back into games I took summer breaks from when my work schedule mellowed out in September.
- I have mod tasks I'm slacking on.
- All that other shit.
Simply put, I can't. Not right now. There will still be lag, and there will still be times I'm not around online for days at a time. I won't get into it but it simply can not be helped. Sometimes I don't even have to option to turn my laptop on.
For those of you who will love me still and want to play with me after all this, thank you. For those of you who can't deal with my lag, I get it, and I'm sorry. I did the best I could, but expecting you to wait for me is selfish.
I'll make the effort once again on Wednesday to kill some of those old tags and get my RP shit together, but right now my life has to be taken minute by minute and I can't make any promises.
See you when I see you. <3
More Than Skin Deep - for
steverogers_cpt
Tasha didn't say a word to Steve about it, though. In fact she was doing everything she promised herself she wouldn't do now that she'd gotten her second chance with him. She was still protecting him, still treating him like a crystal figurine instead of six feet of solid muscles. It was starting to grate on her, though, the fear that Steve would never start acting like himself again. This...it wasn't him. It wasn't the man she risked her life to save so many times, it wasn't the guy she fell in love with, even though a lot of those memories were still patchy at best.
Natasha let out another bored sigh, fidgeting in her chair. "Maybe you should go down to the gym until they're caught up enough to deal with my stitches here." She suggested casually, trying to push him back to his normal routine again. "I can wait by myself." She didn't want to, but she did a very good job at hiding it.
Paradise - for
angryinsecret
Yet here she stood, waiting for him to take her to the ballet of all places. Natasha couldn't deny the fact he'd actually agreed shocked her. What shocked her more was that she'd suggested it. The dancing, that part of her questionable history, really was something she didn't hate about herself. It made her feel like something worthwhile and beautiful came from such a shattered and bloody past. Still she knew being this close to it again would make her uncomfortable. Which in turn could make Bruce uncomfortable, which could...
Oh, she didn't want to think about it. Natasha couldn't think about it. The whole reason she was dealing with setting up the date was to keep Bruce as relaxed and calm as possible.
She plastered on a smile and leaned against the limo, wondering how Dr. Bruce Banner would look in a suit. Just the thought of it made her smile a little more real.
Business as Usual - for
steverogers_cpt
It took Natasha Romanoff seven and a half hours, a bottle of Stoli, and half the ammunition she had in her personal collection to 'get over' Steve Rogers. Or, that's what she told herself happened. In truth every second she was apart from Steve made it worse, made her worse. She was angry, violent, close to becoming unhinged. It would have been scary of she hadn't spent much of her life in a very dark place before. It wasn't anything new. He'd be better off without her, and she'd live.
She always lived.
Everyone at SHIELD knew by the time she came to work the next day that she and Steve were over. There was chatter of a betting pool. Natasha considered breaking the wrist of the man holding the wad of bills. Instead she walked by, head held up like nothing was bothering her, her expression so cold and emotionless it was terrifying. She'd got mission orders. She was a SHIELD agent, damn it and a failed relationship wasn't going to stop her from doing her job.
OOC: BONUS DAY OFF! :D
I know, I know. I have over 200 notifs and tags in my RP gmail inbox. I hadn't even opened it for four or five days. I KNOW. *sighs* I won't get into why I've been gone from LJ or why my brain can't do much more than little baby replies, but I got the mojo back last night and I've set aside the morning to address those backtags plots.
Thank you ALL for being patient with me. It means the world. If there's anything I missed in the shuffle, PM me or poke me on AIM. <3
LOVE YOU ALL!
-N
OOC: State of the Mun Update.
The past year or so has been REALLY screwed up on the RL front, lots of you know that. If you didn't? Well you know now.
All the...everything kinda came to a head yesterday afternoon. I'm relieved, happy and terrified at the same time. It's left me in a strange sort of mental state. One second I'm fine, the next I'm crying, the next I'm giggling in happiness, the next I'm like a magpie with a shiny object and zoned out. It's fucked up and exhausting, but there it is.
Anyway, Long story short, I'm laggy, I'm scattered and I'm sorry if I leave anyone hanging or get intently focused on one thing while things settle. Stuff I owe is bookmarked/loggedand I'll get on it when my minds in a more stable place. Promise.
Mistakes & Crimes - locked to
capfanboy and <user site="livejo
But Clint has insisted on coming with her in spite of her attempts to stop him, and now...
Damn it, there was so much blood. So much of Clint's...blood.
Natasha used the last of her strength to drag Clint to safety. She fumbled to find his phone, knowing full well there was only one person who could get them out of this alive. "Please don't hate me for this." She muttered in hushed Russian, almost like a prayer, before pressing the autodial that would call Phil's number.
OOC: Guess it needs to be said AGAIN.
- Don't move her. I can handle that just fine, thanks.
- Don't tell me what her past is. I choose what canon points to use, not you.
- Don't tell me what she's feeling. You're not in her heart.
- Don't tell me what she's thinking. You're not in her head.
- Don't make her do things.
- Don't fucking shoot her.
- Don't fucking kill her.
SON, JUST DON'T!
You pull this shit on me, I will not feel bad about dropping the thread.

Got a question? Unclear on something? Ask. That's what PMs and OOC communication is for.
Project Outcome - Avengers/Bourne Legacy Ficlet/PSL Intro
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/The Bourne Legacy Crossover
Setting: Pre Avengers Movie/ Ending of The Bourne Legacy (AKA SPOILERS!)
Rating/Warnings: Violence.
Word Count: 475
Prompt: None, but I blame Loki for this. Also I blame
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Author’s Notes: Because it had to be written. Assuming Barton has been implanted into Operation Outcome and Natasha has been following him the whole time. Huge mega AU things going on here, of course. Also it should be noted I have NOT seen the other Bourne flicks, so I’m making shit up.
Spoilers: The Bourne Legacy ending spoilers. Sorta.
( Do you know what it’s like to be unmade? )