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GENERAL OPEN POST ° Drop off a starter, texting or leave a prompt of some sort, whether text based, quotes or images. AUs welcomed. Please, make sure to link to all pictures.

° Include the character in the subject line or be surprised!

° This is open to all even if we haven't talked before. Feel free to toss things at me.

° Prose and brackets are both welcomed.

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ghostgarlic: (Default)

@beth

[personal profile] ghostgarlic 2018-03-18 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Roman hates this town and the narrow-minded, bigoted people in it. There's only a handful of people he likes, who maybe have a heart (it'd be pretty bad if Father Dan felt no compassion for him) and feel sorry for him being treated like crap by everyone else so be polite to him. But as far as Roman is concerned, he's more than ready to leave this town behind him.

So today he's leaving. He has a bus to catch, but he could do with a coffee while he waits. He's got plenty of time to get one, so calls in the only coffee shop there is in the small town.

It's the kind of town where everybody knows everybody, so when Roman enters and sees a blonde girl taking orders, he does a double take. Huh. Who was she? Had she recently moved here? What would possess her to move here of all places?

Almost immediately does Roman spot a ghost sitting in the corner of the shop, an old man, almost keeping an eye on the young blonde. Roman raises an eyebrow questioningly at the ghost, Hershel acknowledging him, but he says nothing to Roman. Not chatty like Maggie, then. They all had different personalities.

Of course, while his moment with the ghost is happening, Roman comes across as a complete weirdo staring at the corner of the room while stood in front of Beth, having not said anything to her yet. Ghosts were often distracting, especially Maggie who loved to talk, but at least she was nice to him unlike the people who were alive. No wonder people think he's a freak when he's often found staring into space, when that space actually has a ghost in it. ]
withsong: (here for you)

so excited!

[personal profile] withsong 2018-03-22 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ending up in some do remote town in the middle of no where usually signified one very specific thing - running away from something, attempting to put things in the past. For Beth, well, there were a lot of things she needed to find some distance from and she fit the image completely. But she still wouldn't call it running, despite what anyone else might say or think of her. An obsessive ex and a deceased father were just too many things to deal with so she throw a dart at a map, packed up and headed out. Finding herself in a very simple coffee shop, serving the locals with a smile. If it looked a little forced she hoped it wouldn't as time went on.

Hearing the ding of the bell above the door, she grabbed for her notepad and started off towards who just entered but stopped short from the look on his face. Had something happened? He seemed to be staring at - thin air. Perculiar. ]


You lookin' to order anythin'? [ She asked as she appeared beside him, talking softly to not scare him or attempt to not startle him. ]

Got some muffins fresh out of the oven and freshly brewing coffee.

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Gwen! girlcrush-gwen-lives au

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-03-22 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Ava didn't like most people. But Gwen Stacy had been different. Bright, and charming, and someone that she couldn't help but be drawn to. SHIELD had put her in highschool in NYC after everything that had happened. After the trauma she'd been through, Coulson thought it would be good for her to be close to Sana, and put in a normal school so she could meet people that weren't SHIELD agents-- whether Ava thought that she needed to or not.

Fitz and Simmons had been able to build her bracelets that dampened her powers, so she could go through the school day without having to worry about causing a blackout because she was stressed about presenting a project to the class. Up close she could still be the equivalent of a nasty taser, but she had to try.

Of course, Ava still wanted to be a hero, and when Electro happened, it had seemed like something she could stop. Something she was supposed to stop. She wasn't the one that did, in the end, but she'd helped. And it had connected Ava and Spider-man, which all leads back to why she's here now.

She'd gotten here late. Too late had been what she'd thought at first. Ava was standing on the ground, there was no way for her to reach them, and she felt so helpless, her heart twisting in hurt and fear as Gwen's life literally dangled in the balance. The clock pulls apart, gears flying in the air, and Gwen's falling. Peter's diving after her, but Ava's good at angles, still has Natasha's battlemath and she knows: he's going to fail.

The truth is she got here just in time.

Ava clicks off the bracelets that dampen her powers, and they chime and bounce as they hit the ground, then she slams a hand against the wall, letting her powers fill the space. Her entire focus is on Gwen. That blue light starts over her heart, changing her eyes, rippling over her skin as energy rapidly fills the space, climbing up the building. It's electric, criss-crossing and intersecting, and it looks dangerous, but when it touches Gwen there's no shock- it's like the feeling of a coming lightning storm, that hum on your skin and the tremble to the air.

Ava doesn't breathe, she's so focused on this one thing: saving Gwen. Because she can't-- she wont let her be another Alexei, someone else she cared about dying at her feet. Gwen's not falling anymore, she's floating as Ava's power turn her inertia into electricity and light and sends it up the clocktower, a glowing spire of blue, the falling debris frozen in place. Harry and Peter get a slight shock, but mostly her power just floods upward into the night.

--The webbing never goes taut, Gwen's neck doesn't break.

Ava reaches up, catching the other girl's hands with her own, a shy sort of smile rising on her face. She doesn't wear a mask, just her white catsuit, so there's no disguise, no pretending that it isn't the shy redhead from Gwen's senior year at school. Her powers fade, eyes dimming back to just their usual bright blue, and Peter breaks the line so Ava can pull her down to her feet.]


Uhm- Hey. Are you- I didn't- You're okay?

[Maybe the way she stumbles on her words isn't classy, but the adrenaline is pumping in her so fast she can barely think straight. Honestly, Ava can hardly believe what her eyes are telling her, that she saved her, that she is not cursed to lose everyone that makes her feel something. She sort of feels like she wants to kiss her, but she's going to blame that on the adrenaline, too.]
brilliantscientist: (uh what)

yells with excitement!!

[personal profile] brilliantscientist 2018-03-23 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Once, Gwen enjoyed a relatively normal life, enjoying school and looking to her future with all the ways she wanted to change the world. Science mattered so much to her and she only wanted to leave her own mark, finding a way into the lines of Stark Industries to make such a thing happen. Tony Stark just so happened to be a visionary and she knew interning there while finishing up school would give her an edge. Something incredibly needed with how cut throat things were in the scientific community. So many trying to accomplish the same goals she set for herself.

With such a clear cut life direction, how did her focus shift at all? Odd things. Odd things in the shape of a web slinging boy and others no one could easily explain. It shook her to the core because science could not explain any of it. In fact, nothing logical could at all. Some had abilities far beyond their own understandings and it drove her to find out more and to help.

She needed to help now that she knew the truth of the matters.

This stubborn resolution led her to a crumbling clocktower, heart in her throat at the realisation. The fall would kill her, yanking away all the dreams and goals right from her grasp. Heat flooded over her, heart pounding so hard it hurt as her body trembled violently in the fear. In the sheer terror of what would happen.

The gears gave way and she started to fall through the air, wind stinging and burning her eyes on the way down. The panic so strong within her, the web barely registered but the crackling energy sure made an impression. Ripped out of her panic, confusion took over as she stopped falling.

What?

The mixed up feelings intensified as her feet landing on solid ground, trembling body sinking into Ava's to keep from crashing forward. ]


W-what? [ She managed to gasp out, arms around Ava on instinct to again keep from falling. ]

Are you - how - what - [ A head shake. ] T-thank you. You - you s-saved me.

[ The intensity of all of it proved too much and sobs began to rack Gwen's body, holding onto Ava a little tighter. ]
ofshadowhunters: (gazing)

@damon

[personal profile] ofshadowhunters 2018-04-10 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ever since she discovered the shadow world things were overly complicated - from the mess with the mortal instruments to things with her dad and then the entanglements with Jace. Something just needed to give but in the meantime, she really wanted to blow off some steam, which led her to some kind of club with loud music and flickering colors of light. Making her way around, she stopped at the bar to grab a drink. The guy behind the counter not even batting an eye before producing her a drink.

Her eyes slid around until they landed on someone who looked far too cocky for his own good but maybe she had a type. Downing the rest of the drink, she slammed the glass on the counter with her own smirk, going over to the guy in question. ]


You want to dance? [ Maybe the alcohol was making her bold or she just wanted to try a different approach. ]
brilliantscientist: (uh what)

@peter

[personal profile] brilliantscientist 2018-04-10 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With her new abilities, Gwen flat out refused to be left behind any longer but Peter kept finding a way to have her on the sidelines somehow. She had enough and standing there in his bedroom waiting for him to arrive back on his SOLO patrol, she had on her new uniform. They both had designing skills, thank you very much, and she thought the purple and black had a very nice touch. She always overheard things from Mister Stark about some kind of stones and no way would Peter leave her out AGAIN. She could help and they sounded like they needed all hands on deck.

Pacing back and forth, her frustration grew with each passing second. When he left with the Avengers, she would go with him. She already talked to Mister Stark and Mister Rogers about it and even if the latter had been initially against it, they eventually agreed to it. ]
cursable: (shh)

@hana

[personal profile] cursable 2018-04-18 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Another day, another ridiculous and oh so unexplainable crime the team needed to deal with. The current one being particularly foul enough to need his presence at the actual crime scene and not just the headquarters afterward to examine the body.

Soft footfall entered the area and thankfully bloody scenes did not bother him because the current one took too spot for the worst. People all around him were looking worse for wear and trying to not gag.

Pulling out his bag to take samples, his arm froze mid gesture as his eye caught something. Furry? Eyebrows furrowed he walked in the direction of the noise. ]


Well, hello there, bunny. You're really lost. Come here, let me get you out of here before you get bloody or .....worse.
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[personal profile] rabbitfoot 2018-04-19 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[On any other night, Hana would have been already tucked away in the safety of her own apartment or motel room rather than out in the light of the full moon. She would be, in her rabbit form, safe and sound and away from the more dangerous weres that also prowled the night, or the luck hunters who might find her easier prey.

But a series of decidedly unlucky circumstances had kept her out too late, confronted by a group of drunk, aggressive men, and forced to try and flee. She had escaped them, but only barely, due to the unfortunate forced-transformation of her form.

She'd slipped away where she'd thought she would be safe, only to find herself stumbling on a murder scene. With police closing in behind her she'd had no choice but to run further into the dead end--only to find before long that her hiding spot was not as good as she'd hoped. A face peered close to where she sat, still and tense, and at the sound of his voice she'd backed away. She couldn't be taken. If she was taken he'd undoubtedly put her in a cage of some sort, and when she transformed the next morning...

It would be painful, to say the least. Fretful, she backed away, hoping that he would soon lose interest rather than reach forward for what he could have only assumed was a wild animal.]

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@dash & @neve.

[personal profile] seafoamed 2018-04-21 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
In life, there were so many unexpected turns and often someone ended up where they never anticipated going in the first place. Sometimes with others they never anticipated encountering. Never more true than for the current life of Kai. A natural disaster being the cause of his new unexpected life and with two people he may have never met otherwise.

It brought more than a little happiness to his life but also made him wonder. And wondering could be dangerous, of course. A tricky sort of thing and the present friendly gathering and a good ole round of truth and dare gave plenty of opportunities for answers.

Time to get down to the bottom of the truth!

"Your truth is - tell us about your crush!" Kai finally asked, smiling so wide from his 'cunning' display. Not at all transparent but he needed to know some things. Given his crushes on Dash AND Neve. Yes, both at the same time, apparently it happened.
hapertas: (newsboy)

[personal profile] hapertas 2018-04-21 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Talk about being swept off your feet. Dash feels lucky that he didn't literally get blown away when he met Neve and Kai. When the dust settled, however, it was hard not to be a little grateful for the series of events that introduced him to two of the people he happens to be most fond of in this world.

Or any other, honestly. They're both pretty superlative in their own ways, which has caused him to have several revelations about his own feelings. It's been sort of a journey...

That's just one reason among a few that he goes pretty red-faced when asked that question. He flaps one hand mutely as if in protest, but it's sort of a weak gesture, followed by him sitting up and squaring his shoulders. He clears his throat.

"What if I have more than one?" he asks, eyes darting between the two people sitting close by. He tries to make it sound casual, but there's always a kind of energy in his words that betrays what he's feeling. He chews on his lip.

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@t'challa

[personal profile] wingedman 2018-05-01 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Sam had never heard of Wakanda before his parents had informed him of his impending nuptials. While arranged marriages were normal among the fae, whose children were often used as political bargaining chips, Sam hadn't expected to ever be part of one. Like many of his generation, he lived with the mortals, using illusions to cloak those features that couldn't be shapeshifted away. He liked his mortal life, his mortal career, and he didn't relish going to live in a fae court far away from where he'd grown up.

But the time had come, and he'd been collected by emissaries from the Wakandan court, bidding farewell to his parents. The Wakandans had transportation that combined technology and magic - teleportation simply wasn't strong enough to cross half the world - and Sam was intrigued by it, but he kept his silence; the women who had come for him didn't seem interested in chatting.

Neither, as it turned out, did his fiancee, once they arrived in Wakanda. They were formally introduced, and the palace servants showed Sam to his quarters, trying to pretend they weren't glancing at him the whole time. Little did Sam know, he'd inadvertently left his human glamour on; it was second nature to him. He didn't even dismiss it once he was alone again, and he sat down on the ornate bed to stare at himself in the mirror before flopping back against the covers. Maybe there was some way to convince them that this just wouldn't work.
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[personal profile] forwakanda 2018-05-09 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
While arranged marriages were the norm, especially for political reasonings, T'challa believed he would never have to deal with one. The Elders and the Council always allowed for him to select with things and his father never adhered to strict tradition, at least, except for this. How could they not allow him to select his own spouse? He really didn't care about the alliances and how much good it would do when it meant being stuck in something not of his choosing. What about love? What about a deep connection?

Yet, he knew his place and went through the motions as expected. If he looked displeased, well, the others needed to accept it. They should be lucky he even agreed when in the first place.

When everything finished, his father nudged him to go spend time alone with his husband to be to try and connection. Intolerable but again he went. Knocking on the door when he arrived, he tried to look less frustrated because the man had to be experiencing the same loss and confusion.

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@steve

[personal profile] wingedman 2018-05-02 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Everyone knew about Captain America. What they didn't know about was that there had been a predecessor to Project Rebirth, one carried out in secret. Erskine had believed his formula would work, but the government was more skeptical. To even get the funding to train their first subject, he'd had to show them results, and while Erskine was a good man, not everyone in the SSR was the same way. Not everyone believed in things like informed consent. Sam had volunteered for the military, and that was enough for them.

So he went through the injections and the vita-ray exposure, took every test he was put through, passed them with flying colors, and for what? To be locked away in the corner of a laboratory and poked and prodded, kept hidden in the dark when there was a greater success in Steve Rogers. He didn't begrudge the man anything, nor Doctor Erskine; Sam was genuinely saddened to hear of the doctor's death. He, at least, had always been kind to him. There was some talk of trying to synthesize the serum from Sam's blood, but most people thought it was too risky.

And then- then Howard Stark turned up with some crazy prototype of a goddamn jetpack, of all things. The military needed someone to fly it, and since it was probably a suicide mission, they figured they'd kill two birds with one stone. But against all odds, Sam survived every mission they sent him on, began to gain a reputation as the Falcon.

Problem was, he simply didn't fit into a typical command structure, and that was how Sam found himself assigned to the Howling Commandos. His flying gear stashed away in his tent, he went in search of the man who was to be his commander - Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.
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[personal profile] stevegrogers 2018-05-09 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Joining the war effort and doing his part meant everything and Steve flat out refused to sit on the sidelines just because of a few setbacks. The setbacks, of course, being health concerns but he managed just fine and in the end it all worked out. The serum made him stronger and more capable of doing what needed to be done. But even with all of that Steve never expected another curveball to be sent his way.

The words a mess of confusion in his mind because really? Someone else received the serum and they just decided to fill him in right before adding said guy to his team. All the pressure, all the scorn and they had another out there fighting the good fight.

But he couldn't blame the soldier for what he endured. It wouldn't be at all fair. So, pushing it all aside, he lifted the flap to one of the tents to move inside and meet the other supersoldier. It bubbled a little excitement in him as well.

"You must be Sam. I'm Steve. Steve Rogers," he greeted, holding out a hand. He could have used his rankings but he preferred not to if he could help it. "Are you settling in okay? Met the other Commandos yet?"

Still, the surge of his emotions rushed through him and he wondered how much they shared. Did they experience things similarly or did he have the stronger serum in the end?

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@steve again

[personal profile] wingedman 2018-05-02 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Sam had known from nearly the moment they met that Steve was his soulmate. That wasn't the problem; the more time he spent with the other man, the more he found himself falling in love with him. He could easily imagine spending the rest of his life with him, watching Steve smile at his stupid jokes, running with him in the morning, curling up in bed with him at night.

But Sam wasn't completely human; under the light of the full moon, he turned into a sleek panther. And while they hadn't been together on a full moon yet, Sam knew it was only a matter of time, that he couldn't keep his identity hidden from Steve forever. And he didn't want to - Steve deserved to know all his secrets. While Steve was nearly a hundred years old, Sam could expect to live twice that long, and possibly longer. That was the crux of the problem; sure, Steve hadn't shown any signs of aging yet, but that didn't mean he'd still look like he was thirty in another century. Sam could bite him and change him, but not without his permission - and that required him to explain what he was first.

It was a few nights before the full moon, and they were in Europe, following Bucky's trail through Switzerland. Steve was flipping through the file folder, and Sam was about to settle into bed with a battered paperback, as usual. But instead, he sat next to Steve on the bed. "Hey, can we talk?" he asked quietly.
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[personal profile] stevegrogers 2018-05-09 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Frustration pricked at Steve as he scribbled notes and experiences down within the file folder. The evasion he expected but he never anticipated so much destruction along the way. Did Bucky really believe he could take down and make a dent in hydra by doing all of this? If only the man allowed for them to help with the mission and not just make them chase him all over the place. He had to know Steve never gave up on anything, especially not with the ones he cared about so deeply. A short list of people, honestly, but he would burn the world down for any of them.

Speaking of, his eyes looked up as a smile stretched out across his face. "Hey Sammy," he responded but the smile dimmed at the words. Nothing good ever came from such words being said. Had Sam finally reached his breaking point and wanted to go back home? Steve couldn't join him, couldn't give up on his last strand of family.

"Sure," he added, setting the file aside, "What's wrong?" Did Sam plan on ending things with him? Had he finally reached the limit of too much? He always worried about that limit being hit.

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more wolf and kitty

[personal profile] wingedman 2018-05-13 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Just before sunset, Sam found himself in the underground passageway T'Challa had shown him, surrounded by entirely human Dora Milaje. While he had thought all of the king's bodyguards would be shifters, it made sense to have humans as well - if nothing else, both king and bodyguards would be vulnerable during the change itself. These women were clearly more than prepared for it; the blades of their spears appeared to be a silver and vibranium alloy, and they were pointed at Sam.

Sam fell to the floor as the change overtook him. The Dora Milaje backed away slightly, still ready to strike if he turned on them. They had been friendly enough to him before they had known his secret, but now, they were entirely hostile. Sam whined deep in his throat, sounding more like a dog than a wolf, and curled up to wait for the king, licking his muzzle to reassure himself. This was starting to sound like the kind of plan that would end up with him dead.
forwakanda: (panther in wait)

[personal profile] forwakanda 2018-05-20 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
In Wakanda, wolves were never allowed within the terrority, something predating actual written record as just an easily accepted fact. Almost a law in some eyes so it did not surprise him the hostility passed Sam's way. The only thing that did surprise him being the ease with which Sam accepted it and moved forward. It had him questioning plenty of things.

Entering the underground tunnels, a wolf already met him there. The guards set and poised but he waved a hand for them to stand down. Not too long after the change washed over him and a slick panther sat in his place. He regarded the wolf with some interest but took to grooming his paw instead of engaging right away.

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forwakanda: (panther come and get me)

@sam

[personal profile] forwakanda 2018-06-06 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Wakanda: a proud nation filled with even prouder people but such faith and belief systems led to outside forces surging with anger and resentment. So much so it could be difficult at times to tell where an enemy force really existed and originated. As high as you rose, there were so many waiting to make you fall.

A state T'challa now knew so well when he woke during what should have been an unremarkable morning. Stretching to find something very odd and different with his body. Dropping from the bed, he rushed over to a mirror and saw furry wears and whiskers looking back at him. No. What? Had something happened with the panther spirit? Concentrating on his humanity, he tried to pull on it and unfold it around him but nothing happened.

Huffing but it came out as a growl, T'challa had a sudden urge to find someone and he took over in the general direction, winding up at Sam's door. Curious.

Meowing pathetically, he scratched at the door. Hurry now, Samuel.
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[personal profile] wingedman 2018-06-12 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Sam happened to be walking by the door when he heard a strange scratching noise. He didn't see anything - or anyone - when he first opened it, but then he looked down to see a sleek black cat. There were a lot of cats in Wakanda, roaming the streets; they were sacred to Bast, and the people thought they were good luck. (Which, Sam felt, answered his original question, anyway.) But he hadn't seen any wandering around the palace, and this cat didn't have a collar.

"Hey there," he said to the cat, squatting down to be closer to him. "You get lost or something?" Sam reached out to scratch behind its ears.

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for: your choice

[personal profile] hrafnar 2018-07-03 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
one | two | three | four | five

(no need to use all prompts, and you can have one or both of the twins, your preference)
collectors: (Default)

[personal profile] collectors 2018-07-14 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Lightning flashed across the sky as rain continued to fall, poetic in a way if it hadn't been nearly a week since it all began. A constant downpour no one had the answers for and the concerns were starting to rise. What could it mean and in what ways would it all end? What if it never did? How would they all live?

The concern slammed into even Cassia, who had returned from Valhalla a couple of days ago, becoming soaked to the bone the moment she stepped onto the sidewalk. How peculiar and the odd weather continued.

Rushing through the streets, her eyes happened to see the twins out of the corner of her vision, enjoying what looked like coffee. What were they doing away from Odin in a time like they were facing? Making up her mind, she entered into the cafe with narrowed eyes. "What do you two think you're doing?"
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Fire curled and twisted along his fingertips, the flickering flames a reassurance anytime he ventured topside. A state of being he never preferred but there were plenty of reasons he needed to leave the Underworld and currently he had a very important one. Things were not balanced and it just would not do. There were plenty employed by him and for him, some which needed more guidance than others. A remembrance of what they were meant to do, given gently or otherwise.

Blood, fire and brimstone were only the beginnings of his capabilities and there were plenty of reasons many feared him above all others. Feared perhaps the possibility he could invoke if he so desired to.

The moon rose to light his path, shards of mirrors littering the ground, oddly enough. What a struggle and the lingering feeling of terror swept across his skin. If human he might had experienced goosebumps or worse. At last towards the end of the path he came across her. One of his more violent charges.

"What may I ask happened here, my dear?"
beautyshonour: won't see anyone as lovely as you ([pleased2])

for: your choice

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[personal profile] howlinginhale 2018-07-14 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The issue with the hunters made for a precarious situation and all of the ones in the know needed to be extra cautious. Not an issue whatsoever for one Derek Hale, who took being careful to a whole new level after everything he went through the past few years but the fight continued. It wouldn't end until they stopped the hunters from targeting and killing innocent supernatural.

Would they ever be an end?

Leaving Beacon Hills behind, Derek found himself in a whole new location to try and find supernatural before the hunters. As a cover, he took up a job as grounderskeeper for a manor in town. One which reminded him of his family home.

As he walked to the stables, he noticed one of the daughters seated on the ledge. The one he hadn't met yet. Might as well attempt conversation to not lose the job so soon. "I don't believe we've met. Your dad just employed me," Derek greeted, "I'm Derek Hale."

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Re: @bucky

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Without a shadow of a doubt, Bucky knew he shouldn't stay there with Matt. Their collective scars numerous and glaringly obvious against the backdrops of shadows churning around them. Some worse than others because there were a few with names and plans. All of which they could not hide from. Could that find a way to heal with one other or would they only burn?

A sound of rustling quickly roused Bucky and he moved within a blink of an eye to ready himself. Old habits were so hard to break but luckily he saw Matt before he started in on surveillance mode. Idiot. "You're going to get blood on that," he remarked, the bloody knuckles a stark contrast against the pure white shirt. Well, but exactly pure anymore. "Where are you going so early?" he continued, unaware of it being already five in the evening.

"Here," he offered, settling back into the bed on his knees after he grabbed for the first aid kit, another shirt and a tie. "First your hands, then the clothes." He started unbuttoning the shirt, hand sliding over Matt's skin in a completely unnecessary way.

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Life had never been kind for Chris Argent but still he continued on to right the wrong doings from his past. Determined to set himself apart from not only his father but the hunter organization overall. He wanted to protect those who could not protect themselves, thereby honoring his late daughter's legacy. This objective led him to the woods to try and protect a group of shifters from the clan who wanted to destroy them. The many traps put into place complicated things but he managed to save the innocent lives.

The fire, though? A bigger complication and in such unfamiliar territory. Coughing into his hand, Chris tried to familiarize himself to make it out of the woods and away from the very lethal flames. Why would the clan set fire to the woods and damage so much in the process? It didn't make any sense and would bring so much unwanted attention.

He needed to hurry but the smoke stung his eyes and his limbs were so heavy from all the fighting, gun falling loosely onto the ground moments before his body followed suit.

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@steve or @t'challa

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[personal profile] stevegrogers 2018-07-14 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
With too much pain and agony experienced in the last couple of years, Steve wanted nothing more than to leave and start over again somewhere no one knew him. The disillusionment had reached an all time high and he no longer knew what he believed in or what he wanted to be. The world had changed and not at all for the better so where did it leave him?

A man out of time. A symbol of the past.

He just wanted to be a man. Lost in the ground; nobody.

Finishing with packing up, he wandered off to find Bucky to see if he finished. Getting him back had been an ordeal and he still wouldn't talk about what he did to make it happen. "Hey, Buck, you ready to go yet?" He leaned in slowly to press a kiss to the top of his head.
examen: (And in our life we have an instinct)

papa and daughter shenanigans!

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[ After Hana had given him the heads-up about their kids, Noah was ... a bit in shock, to put it lightly. Mostly due to the potential implications of the entire situation, but his introduction to Ethan had taught him to at the very least try not to act like it was the potential end of the world.

Stranger things have happened, anyway.

And he was honestly a bit excited to meet the kids regardless, despite everything. It would definitely (hopefully) a bright spot in everything that's come up lately.

So maybe when he see someone who looks awfully familiar to both him and Hana but ... isn't at the same time, he does a double-take before shaking his head.

Fuck it. ]


Hey, uh - you got a sec?
hopstuff: (oh!)

!!!

[personal profile] hopstuff 2018-07-29 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ending up in another time period with her parents being younger had been a shock. The odd way Jake kept reacting to her an even odder thing she needed to figure out sooner rather than later. Secrets were a downfall of many things.

Pushing the thoughts aside for the time being, she nearly crossed the street when she heard a voice. A familiar voice. Turning on her heel, nearly all the air zoomed from her lungs as she saw him.

Dad.

A lump rose in her throat and it took all her willpower to not run over and fling herself into his arms as she used to all the time. ]


Hi. Do you ....know who I am? [ A weird but necessary question. ]

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@steve

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She didn't know what to think about Steve Rogers. She had precious few memories to call her own these days, and nearly all of them involved him in some way or another. She'd seen the Smithsonian exhibit, seen the pictures - but she didn't remember what he was to her, what she was to him. She just knew that they were connected in some way, felt it in her bones. It was one of the things she'd managed to cling to through the decades of brainwashing and torture.

He'd been eliminating HYDRA cells as he searched for her throughout Europe; she knew that because she monitored their communications when she could. She kept an eye on him, always staying one step ahead of him.

But not this time. This time, she slipped into one of the bases during the fight, and by the time he made it to the control center, she'd already disabled the head of the cell and was sitting quite comfortably in his chair, resting her feet on his back.

"Took you long enough." Where her voice had once been English, it was now blandly American, with no accent to betray any sort of origin. Her hair was pulled tight against her skull in a ponytail, and her clothing was black and utilitarian, suitable for fighting.
stevegrogers: (not again)

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Memories were such fickle things and Steve knew all too well how they seeped in and out of full view. How some were just out of reach no matter how desperately someone tried to grab onto it and tug. It would lead to where things made more sense, far more than the hazy glow at least.

But everyone needed something to drive them forward and for Steve it just so happened to be memories. Almost wisps of something he used to hold onto. Someone he used to hold onto.

Peggy.

The hydra cells were eliminated one by one in hopes of running into her, along with the good deed of eliminating them from the world, of course. He just never expected for her to best him but shouldn't he have known?

Peggy Carter. The memories were a haze but growing more vivid the closer he moved to her. "I ran into some issues," Steve remarked with a side smile, trying and failing to hide his current wave of emotion. It all mingled together inside of him. "Do you - know who I am?" A question he wished he never needed to ask.

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