They call me Shepherd
Loyalty determination, obedience, courage and the desire to protect. My name is Cinna Davis. I am the Shepherd. I'm an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D Level Four. And I'm one of the best at what I do. I may not look it; The smile, the bubbly personality, fools a lotta folks. But I guess you'll just have to test me then won't you? Best watch yourself, dogs like me have a tendency to bite...
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Clint glanced up from the sketch he was making to look into the person coming into his shop. She looked a little nervous, so he smiled. "Hey, darling, how can I help you?" He asked and hoped that she was the one from the call about the interview.

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Cinna perked up at a voice and smiled shyly in return, “Oh—hello. I’m… here for an interview?” She blushed at his calling her ‘darling’ she’d always like the way that particularr word sounded. Scuffing her foot on the floor a bit.

"Umm, I was told to be here at this time."

She nodded, that would be okay with her. “As long as I’m…free. If this doesn’t work out or something. I don’t mind being marked.” Cinna agreed with a nod tilting her head. “There will be other Omegas…. where are the others? Have they already been accepted?”

"You’re always free to go." he said with a nod, clearing his throat. "There are already five others." he said gently, looking at her. "One’s only been there for a day now." Clint added and wrote down a few more things. "He’s not marked yet, but If he wants to stay, he will. That’s just how things go."

She smiled, genuinely, for the first time that day, “That’s great then. I don’t mind getting a tattoo, and I promise I won’t be any trouble. Thank you so much Clint.” She dipped her head in thanks, gratitude so clearly in her eyes. She wondered if she’d get along with the other omegas? Cinna hoped so.a


Clint glanced up from the sketch he was making to look into the person coming into his shop. She looked a little nervous, so he smiled. "Hey, darling, how can I help you?" He asked and hoped that she was the one from the call about the interview.

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snipingshepherd:

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Cinna perked up at a voice and smiled shyly in return, “Oh—hello. I’m… here for an interview?” She blushed at his calling her ‘darling’ she’d always like the way that particularr word sounded. Scuffing her foot on the floor a bit.

"Umm, I was told to be here at this time."

Cinna leaned back a bit, threading her fingers throgh long brown hair, lazily bring it voer her shoulder and braiding slowly as she thought abw to answer. To get out of a bad home? To find some sort of social aspect to her life that wasn’t ridicule? To maybe for once be treated nicely dua heat? 

"….Because you seem like you’re the only one who cares about Omegas as people….and not just things. Or even if you do—you seem like you’ll be a nicer person to be with."

"Omegas are people, too." Clint said quietly, looking at Cinna then, before he smiled once more. "I see. It makes sense - I wouldn’t want to be mistreated like that, either." he said quietly. "Oh, one more thing. My omegas all have the same tattoo – you’d have to get it too, once you’ve settled into the household.”

She nodded, that would be okay with her. “As long as I’m…free. If this doesn’t work out or something. I don’t mind being marked.” Cinna agreed with a nod tilting her head. “There will be other Omegas…. where are the others? Have they already been accepted?”


Clint glanced up from the sketch he was making to look into the person coming into his shop. She looked a little nervous, so he smiled. "Hey, darling, how can I help you?" He asked and hoped that she was the one from the call about the interview.

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snipingshepherd:

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Cinna perked up at a voice and smiled shyly in return, “Oh—hello. I’m… here for an interview?” She blushed at his calling her ‘darling’ she’d always like the way that particularr word sounded. Scuffing her foot on the floor a bit.

"Umm, I was told to be here at this time."

"Chores, right. Um…I can cook, clean. I’m good at cleaning. I can fix things—not a lot of things, but basic appliances and stuff. I can fix things like if the kitchen sink get’s clogged…" She said, it wasn’t really that impressive.

"My…heat cycle? Is the last 10 days of every month. It’ll be coming up soon…." She said, embarrassing really. Most heats didn’t last for that long—but the first week or so wasn’t so bad, it was just the last few, when it got really bad. Painful even.

That’s when it was hard.

Clint looked her over and nodded slowly, then wrote down what she’d told him so he could take it into planning. For a moment, he didn’t say anything before looking back up at her. “So you can do a lot of stuff.” he said softly, his smile not faltering. “Why do you want to stay with me, of all people?”

Cinna leaned back a bit, threading her fingers throgh long brown hair, lazily bring it voer her shoulder and braiding slowly as she thought abw to answer. To get out of a bad home? To find some sort of social aspect to her life that wasn’t ridicule? To maybe for once be treated nicely dua heat? 

"….Because you seem like you’re the only one who cares about Omegas as people….and not just things. Or even if you do—you seem like you’ll be a nicer person to be with."


Clint glanced up from the sketch he was making to look into the person coming into his shop. She looked a little nervous, so he smiled. "Hey, darling, how can I help you?" He asked and hoped that she was the one from the call about the interview.

arrowsandradiation:

snipingshepherd:

Cinna perked up at a voice and smiled shyly in return, “Oh—hello. I’m… here for an interview?” She blushed at his calling her ‘darling’ she’d always like the way that particularr word sounded. Scuffing her foot on the floor a bit.

"Umm, I was told to be here at this time."

Clint looked at her for a while, then chuckled. “No need to call me sir, Clint’s just fine.” He said, stretching a little. “I do have a few more questions for you, Cinna. What kind of chores are you able to do? And how’s your heat cycle? I need to know that so I can plan. “

"Chores, right. Um…I can cook, clean. I’m good at cleaning. I can fix things—not a lot of things, but basic appliances and stuff. I can fix things like if the kitchen sink get’s clogged…" She said, it wasn’t really that impressive.

"My…heat cycle? Is the last 10 days of every month. It’ll be coming up soon…." She said, embarrassing really. Most heats didn’t last for that long—but the first week or so wasn’t so bad, it was just the last few, when it got really bad. Painful even.

That’s when it was hard.

Windbreak (Dark!Charles Verse)

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Even as she moved back from him, they remained entwined. Charles kept a hold of her hand, some part of him marveling that contact could feel so safe. It wasn’t such a poison as he’d always felt it to be. Somehow, there was a propinquity between them. They’d both known loss, and pain, and loneliness. He’d bonded to her, the talent that normally caused him to pull away from people enticing him closer to her; he knew her, in such a furry of familiarity. His mind had reached out and, rather than shrunk from the dark, forgiven it or come to understand, more over clinging to the brightness in her being. The kindness, the good.

Whereas she’d needed someone to understand the tragic accident that marred her past, he needed someone to protect him from his. And so as she promised to protect him, whether it meant running away with him, staying by his side, Charles broke out in a full grin.

A hand reached out to tangle in his uncombed hair, and he met it, fingers entwining. “I have told you that you’re extraordinarily unusual?” he said, a lightness in his voice quite unlike any he’d heard from himself in years.

And when she finds out you’ve been lying to her? When she finds out that you’re not so innocent as she sees you. You are a monster, Charles. The only reason she even thinks to tell you otherwise is because she doesn’t know. You haven’t told her. Tell her of mama, of papa and all those poor people. I can’t tell her, I want to forget. I can forget here. She’s offering to come with you, if the time comes to run again, tear herself from this life she’s built. Tell her! Or she’ll come to hate you. Oh Gott, she’ll hate me.

Closing his eyes, Charles pulled away from Celene’s warm hold. A deep breath. His own voice in his head could be as fierce as others. Opening his eyes against after a moment, he reached for Celene’s hand and eased himself to his feet, trying to guide her along with him. To the couch, for this might take a while of explanation and his body—sore just from hitting against the walls and still distinctly feverish—was begging him for rest. Better the cushions than the floor.

"There are… certain things I need to tell you. Of what’s happened to me, of my powers, and… of what I’ve done with them. If you’re going to make promises like that, I have to be sure you know who I am. Because I don’t think I can stand losing someone else. I know you, Celene. I know everyone. But you don’t know me, not really." Carefully, he sunk down onto the couch again, burrowing under the cushion and making sure to leave room for her to join him. “I don’t want you to hate me. So if you will, it’s better for that to come now.”

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"Yes you have. It was quite a nice compliment, I thought." She chuckled a bit, holding on and enjoying this closeness for just a little longer before he pulled away and stood up slowly. She was a bit confused—but supposed it was time to get off the floor anyway—his eyes just looked so….serious all of a sudden. She wondered what had gotten into him.

There was indeed a shared bond between them—a closeness, or connection that they’d made to each other. She’d opened her mind to him, and that connected the two in a way Celene didn’t know was possible before now. 

Taking his hand, she pulled herself up to stand with him and he led her back to the couch to sit down. 

Charles more like plopped down onto the soft ocuch cushions. He was still feverish, and probably tired, especially after that outburst and crying so much. She was more than tired, not having slept really at all last night, and crying just exhausted her anyway. Celene listened as her companion spoke to her….began to explain. And it made sense. Though there were things he hadn’t seen in her mind yet—if he looked long enough he’d find it all. Every regret and bad experience, some would likely trigger his own bad memories if he saw them—and it wasn’t just her brother’s death, oh no, there was more. But she would show him all in time.

He wanted to tell her all the truth of himself that he could. He was right, she didn’t know him. Not really. But she wanted to know more. And with how he was, in all those scars and all that pain behind his sad blue eyes, she knew it would not be a pretty tale. 

"I’ll accept whatever you have to tell me." The woman replied firmly. Even if she got scared, or upset, or angry about whatever he was about to tell her—those were all temporary emotions, and would pass. But of all of them—she would never hate him. She only ever hated one person, and he was a long way away from her now.

Whatever Charles needed to tell her, she would do her best to take it all with an open mind.

Reblog if you are a smut friendly blog, but you do respect those who are not smut friendly and will still- RESPECTFULLY- roleplay with them!

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FUCK I JUST SPAT OUT MY FUCKING RAMEN

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Q: You just wrapped a film after working on it for a long time- what’s the first thing you want to do with your free time?

is this man aware of how barton-y he really is because it’s alarming

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894654139th proof that jeremy renner is actually hawkeye

Okay this is gonna sound weird and out of place on a blog like this especially—

But would anyone (With considerate knowledge of it) Be interested in a group MLP roleplay? Just for fun.

And none f that pony erotica, clopping or whatever the fuck it’s called. None of that shit. Ew, gross, how bout no.

Does anyone wanna join?