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[alonggoodbye]

@starseized

Her manicured fingernail trailed along the spines of countless books, leaving a path that spanned most of the authors between 'S' and 'T'. Halia tapped her fingers instinctively on the shelf where the book she was searching for ought to be, each of her fingertips making a sharp noise as if to punctuate her annoyance with a perfect tap. With a sigh she looked around and her eyes eventually settled on the only student within whispering distance. "Excuse me, slim. Have you seen Catcher in the Rye? The librarian said they had it in, but it doesn't seem to be on the shelf..."

[magnusmodig]

after-action patch-up starters / @starseized

╰┈➤ "You did well out there, but you're not invincible. Let me help." ( from steve ! )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 a long one. chasing down the many agents of HYDRA was no small task. they knew well the ins-and-outs of their territories , and claimed vestiges of the tesseract's power. THEY WERE RESILIENT as humans ever were , and so loki's scepter remained unaccounted for. with such power still held firmly in the clutches of FIENDS it had been of ill consequence to thor the lengths to be taken to ensure its RECOVERY.

so perhaps this time about , spurred in no small part by his own fire-wrought visions , thor had been a bit more RECKLESS than usual.

and the battle had been glorious for it. together , the avengers had had driven HYDRA into the depths. thor had laughed and shared in his companion's REVELRY as he had held the line in a FLURRY OF WINDS , AND THE FURY OF LIGHTNING. this time , their enemies had fled all but SCRAMBLING for safety. but the scepter still remained MISSING.

thor had spared them his worry for it. but his FRUSTRATION had been palpable on the ship ride back. soon enough , thor had disappeared from the main hangar of the carrier. SLIPPED AWAY as the conversation had veered off between barton , natasha and stark.

rogers had found him in the med-bay , slowly , methodically fussing with a dislocated shoulder , and a healing , open wound ripping up the side of thor's abdomen. it was not the first time that thor had been sought out by any one member of the team. and still , thor found himself searching rogers with all the mild - mannered wariness of fox circling a hound.

silence reigned. . .

until , finally , thor dipped his head in acknowledgement. this , punctuated by a low grunt. the door whizzed shut behind rogers , but it seemed entering was about the only acquiescence his teammate was allowed for now. thor's body angled part-way aways , hands thumbing through the propped-open tin of a midgardian FIRST - AID BOX. stubborn as ever. stubborn , stubborn , stubborn.

"You did well out there, but you're not invincible. Let me help."

airlessly , thor laughed. ❝ contrarily , my friend , i have not said that i am. ❞ thor's lips curled tersely around a grimace as he relaxed his shoulders and methodically worked his shoulder back into place. but feeling it ill-mannered to leave steve's offer of kindness on such an uneasy note , thor TRIED AGAIN. this time , with a teasing twinkle in his eye.

❝ i just heal faster than you. ❞

[peculiarbeauty]

starseized asked: [HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer. (From beast!) REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

she will stand ever so still allowing his hand to fix the dark brown strands that have fallen out of place. a shiver rolls up her spine and a soft flinch from his final touch to reach her cheek. her eyes will not leave his. he is so gentle , beastly but changed somehow. his eyes tell a softer story. a story of want , no , need of understanding. her hand braves the unknown , finding a place upon his own. her heart is skipping a beat , what is this feeling ? parting would be such sweet sorrow so she will not be the one to interrupt it. a moment longer and then a moment more .. and so on.

[sacredpyre]

Chat for @starseized

’ Haven’t you ever had a dream? ’

[nightmdic]

“You want some tea? Coffee? I always got some stored away.”

@starseized

[just-blink]

@starseized LIKED for a LYRIC STARTER !

"And I want you to stop insisting that I'm not a lost cause-"

[sunsache-archived]

@starseized liked !

' моя любовь , ' he sighs , resting back against the headrest as he watches civilians rush by . there were better ways to do this , but nobody wanted to cause a scene . though , if it were him in charge , they could've been done and out . but apparently , murder is still frowned upon in these parts . ' if we do not see him soon , i'm going to hunt him myself . ' non - native accent is thicker these days . he's unsure of why , but he chooses not to dwell on it too much . if they can't understand him then that's on them . luckily , steve does and he'll continue to teach him little things here and there . the pet name , however ? never .

[soleiltm]

@starseized liked this post!

There’s a vague shrug of her shoulders, ❛ I ‘unno, I guess I just sorta’ was gonna wing it, y’know? That don’t make it a bad plan though or nothin’. So, are you in or what? ❜

[reginaestellae]

@starseized liked for muse roulette and got Anastasia

Paris had become the unofficial home of the surviving Romanov's. And even though Anastasia had married Dimitri, she was still a Russian Grand Duchess.

So hosting Prince Naveen and his American bride on their tour of Europe was the least she could do.

Her grandmother was busy mingling with the influential people of Europe, and Dimitri was somewhere around here, so for a moment, the Grand Duchess was watching the dancers.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" She asked when the Prince came to stand beside her. She had met him briefly earlier in the evening, but they hadn't really spoken much beyond pleasantries.

"Do you dance, Your Highness?"

[storiedhistories]

Send me a ⭐ and I’ll tell you muses I want to throw your way! // Pretty much always accepting, tbh!

@starseized asked: ⭐

Hi friend! Excuse me while I just flail excitedly for a little while. I'm excited to throw pretty much anyone your way, but I definitely have some ideas!

First of all, let me throw J.anet Van D.yne at any and all M.arvel muses, especially Steve. Let them bond! Let them be friends! Potentially more, depending on what happens!

And speaking of M.arvel, I 1000% want Remy to interact with Carter (everyone else too, but especially Carter!). I very much want to learn more about him, and to get to know him, because I'm very intrigued and interested in what you've written about him so far! So let me dad him; it's what I do best! ^^

Of course I wanna throw Nine and Vastra (possibly John, too!) at Rory, because yes.

And definitely give Luke to me; I want him to interact with all my P.JO peeps (and if you want me to be really mean, I've got Kronos himself because I'm a terrible person).

And Aster can interact with pretty much anyone; he's got P.JO verses, can easily have M.arvel, just about anything. He's a child of Dionysus, usually works as a therapist, and is generally a very good boi.

[stygicniron]

@starseized is getting a plotted starter for Naveen!

Nico watched from the table as his mother and father got up to dance to the swinging music of the band. Even so young, Nico could tell his tall, gaunt father and rather petite mother made an amusing picture, but he had a few bites of his dessert to finish, so he wasn’t watching too closely. Besides, what if his parents kissed? He really didn’t want to see that. Bianca, for her part, had gotten up from the table to wander closer to the dance floor, but she didn’t look particularly interested in dancing either, more curious about the instruments and sounds they made. They didn’t have anything like this back in Italy.

Finishing his dessert, he pushed himself away from the table, instead making a beeline for a figure playing a small stringed instrument. He’d seen the cheerful man maneuvering skillfully around the various diners and being generally a good host. Nico figured he’d be a fun person to talk to. “Hello, is that a lute?” he asked curiously, after waiting for a moment for the man to turn to notice him.

[pistolslinger]

✐ for wylan!!

not accepting!

—— left on wylan's desk as a reminder to give marya the flowers he'd bought her before leaving for the slat.

[peculiarbeauty]

starseized asked: i didn't mean to interrupt you. ( the beast/prince catching her while she's in the middle of a book if thats okay !! ) PROMPTS FOR FIRST MEETINGS & AWKWARD CHATS

THE THRILLING CLIMAX of her story has her buried within. anyone could sneak up on her and surprise her.

the master of the house speaks and her thoughts are interrupted , beating heart to amplify. eyes find his own , those blue cerulean looking back into her very soul. they were so gentle.

( i didn't mean to interrupt you. ) he was kind for offering sincerity. perhaps she was more spooked just from the riveting tale in front of her. to be so quickly snapped back into physical existence was a new challenge. the villagers hardly would speak to her when she would read. instead , they spoke to one another about how funny she was.

" oh , oh no. you didn't ! " she lays the book in her lap using her hand as a bookmark for the moment. " .. " she is attempting to find the words. these two souls have come to a better understanding of their existence within the castle together , but she still feels that their words tend to fall flat. she could tell he was thinking about what to say just as much as she was. it was as if they were children , innocent children never knew what to say at the right moment.

[mvndrvke]

@starseized : stories like this can't come true.

"Not stories, darling," Mai murmurs, looking distantly at a space just to the right of her teacup. She looks up after a moment at her son. "This is something strange, I know, but it's something that will help someone who needs it. The Oracle deserves to be put to rest. And I'll still be me," she adds with a gentle smile. "You'll never lose me. Alright?"

[timeguardians]

❛  just talk to me , okay ?  ❜ ( for rose from jack! )

Foreboding is blinked back as Rose turns away from the equiptment and she meets his gaze. "I conversed with Thomas Andrews the other day," the chord of her voice is strained, and it crackles as she hesitates. "There are not enough life-boats, not even by half, Jack." She is no talented mathematician, but she KNEW deep down many would perish. In a hushed, confidential whisper, she adds. "They're not doing any favors by not trying to panic the guests and pretending like nothing is wrong."

"We have to do something." But what could be done?

[nightmdic]

you tried your best. that's all anyone could ever ask. ( from steve )

Bouncer had been the one who got the patient to her - wounds were too deep, too much already lost. She still certainly tried her best, worked as hard as she could to even try and stabilize them so she could assist them better. Yet. . .it hadn't been enough.

She's sitting on a seat in the main entry to the clinic, a clean rag held in her grasp as it's rubbed over her hands. They're finally freshly cleaned from the crimson ichor, yet there's still the sensation that it's still there. . .

Gaze doesn't rise at first, a mere hum escaping her in response. Bouncer did tell her someone had brought the patient here, but didn't quite inform her as to who -

So when gaze does rise to grant some sort of thank you when she's caught off guard by just who is standing before her, dark brows rising in surprise. "I - thank you. . ."

@starseized