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starlight. ([personal profile] ofstarlight) wrote in [community profile] stardustly2018-01-01 07:10 pm
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open prompts post

OPEN PROMPTS POST ° Look at the prompts in the comments and reply to what strikes your fancy.

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

° Prose and brackets are both welcomed.

Pick one of my characters: here.
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samerica: (10)

[personal profile] samerica 2018-01-02 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Sam wasn't sure where they were, but it was damn cold and snowy - somewhere deep in the forests of Germany. They'd left the rest of the Commandos behind to sneak behind enemy lines, and now they were out of gas, running low on supplies, and they'd barely escaped from a Hydra patrol, though Steve had been wounded in the process.

"Goddamn," she swore under her breath as she tried to light a fire in the small cabin's fireplace. Her fingers felt too numb to handle the matches, and it snapped into splinters as she struck it against the side of the box. "You any better at lighting a fire, Rogers?"
Edited 2018-01-02 06:04 (UTC)
backalleywars: (hurt)

[personal profile] backalleywars 2018-01-03 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The bitter cold swirled around them but luckily the serum kept them from dealing with too many long term difficulties. It didn't help with shivering, though, or numbness. He wanted to blame the latter for his slower reaction time and the stab wound that followed. His side ached something fierce but it would heal given time.

Fingertips pressed along his side, he pushed himself up to go over to Sam and help with the fire. Now, fires he knew how to handle well. The upside of being sickly in his youth and sometimes needing something extra to stay warm.

Taking the matches, he gently struck the match and the fire flickered to life. "Anything else you need doin'" Steve asked, eyebrows raised. "Ya think they were able to follow us at all? We might not be able to stay here long."
samerica: (14)

[personal profile] samerica 2018-01-04 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Sam just snorted at the question. "Yeah, yeah, you just wait till you need to get a box off a shelf," she retorted lightly. Now that the fire was lit, she carefully fed it fuel, building it up a little more. They'd learned survival skills in basic training, but it hadn't been so cold then. Sam was from the south, and she didn't much like the cold.

"I don't think we have a choice on that one." Sam glanced out the only window in the cabin. The snow was falling thick and fast, and she could hear the wind whipping through the cracks in the walls. It was cold, and she reckoned it was only going to get colder. Hydra couldn't follow them, but they couldn't leave, either. "How's that cut of yours look?"
backalleywars: (gasping)

[personal profile] backalleywars 2018-01-09 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Starting to wave off the words, Steve stopped short from the pain it invoked from the wound on his side. The hydra agent managed to cut him too deeply but the serum would eventually heal it. He just needed the time to rest and it appeared the storm would give it to him. At least, the agents hadn't gotten what they were after.

It made the injury worth it despite the aching pain.

"It's fine," Steve responded, pushing himself up to go into the kitchen area. "We need to take inventory of everything we have here. Who knows how long we will be here."
samerica: (12)

[personal profile] samerica 2018-01-10 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I bet it'd be a lot more fine if you sat down." Sam just gave him a warning look. Sure, she knew he'd be fine once he healed, but that didn't mean he had to push himself constantly. (Except, of course, in Steve's mind, it absolutely did.) She firmly wrapped fingers around his bicep and tried to tug him back to the bed that was next to the fireplace. She would have been able to physically drag anyone else, but Steve matched her strength - although she could still pick him up if she really wanted to.

"C'mon, we need to at least get warm first," she coaxed him. "The food'll still be waiting when we can feel our fingers again."
backalleywars: (looking down)

[personal profile] backalleywars 2018-01-18 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Point taken. Deciding to comply for once, he allowed her to direct him towards te bed and sat down on it. The only indication of his discomfort being the quick wince he allowed to escape before he could mask it. At least he hadn't gotten shot because those sounds took longer and were worse to deal with. "You win this time", he huffed out, fingers curling towards the fire to try and bring some sense of warmth to his body.

"Do you think they got far? When the storm let's up, we'll need to try and track the rest of the group. They stole important files." Sometimes he never saw an end to the war or the conflict because just as one thing wrapped up, something else took its place. "Have you regretted the project at all yet?" His hands dropped back down onto his lap, eyes watching the flames dance.
samerica: (08)

[personal profile] samerica 2018-01-24 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam sat down next to him, smiling to herself at the stubborn admission. The two of them were a fine pair, constantly trying to out-stubborn each other. She took the blanket that was folded across the end of the bed and tucked it around both of them. At least they'd be able to generate enough body heat to stay warm like this.

"Wouldn't be over here if I hadn't done this," Sam pointed out by way of an answer. Of course, that was obvious; neither of them would be anywhere near the front without the serum. Sam would have been stuck flying stunts for the Civil Air Patrol, and Steve would have been rejected from the draft entirely. They had both agreed to the project because they'd wanted to make a difference in the war - and, difficulties aside, that's what they were doing. Theoretically, anyway. "Although I will say that this weather makes me miss summer in Alabama." And she hadn't thought that was possible.
backalleywars: (profile)

[personal profile] backalleywars 2018-02-08 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
If he moved a little closer to Sam, well, it couldn't be helped and if commented on he'd just claim he wanted to make sure she had enough of the blanket to not be cold. Fighting back a yawn, he nodded his head. "We're making a difference even if it's slow going. Would'a been different if they managed more soldiers before-" He trailed off because they both knew what happened and how nothing could be done to change any of it. The serum was lost for good and they were the only two products of it.

"Sometimes it doesn't feel like this war is ever gonna end. You think 'bout going back home? Might see one if those summers again." On Steve's end, he never really considered going back home, only really thinking of how else he could help out with the serumed abilities. He had to make a difference as much as he could.
samerica: (12)

[personal profile] samerica 2018-02-10 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't really fit in there anymore." Sam shrugged. She wasn't sure she fit in much of anywhere, truth be told. "It'll always be home, but it's not...it's not a place where I can stay." Not in the South, certainly, when plenty of folk had made it clear how they felt about a black woman doing the things she did.

"All I wanna do is help people," she added. "Whatever someone like me can do. I feel like this happened to us for a reason, you know? So I gotta use this however I can to make things better for people - here or back home." She wasn't sure how she would go about helping people back home; in the war, there was a clear goal, a strategy. You could go around punching Nazis in the face, and that solved a lot of things. Defeating things like segregation was harder, and Sam couldn't punch racists on American soil (unfortunately).
backalleywars: (listening)

[personal profile] backalleywars 2018-02-14 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
If he moved a little closer to Sam, well, it couldn't be helped and if commented on he'd just claim he wanted to make sure she had enough of the blanket to not be cold. Fighting back a yawn, he nodded his head. "We're making a difference even if it's slow going. Would'a been different if they managed more soldiers before-" He trailed off because they both knew what happened and how nothing could be done to change any of it. The serum was lost for good and they were the only two products of it.

"Sometimes it doesn't feel like this war is ever gonna end. You think 'bout going back home? Might see one if those summers again." On Steve's end, he never really considered going back home, only really thinking of how else he could help out with the serumed abilities. He had to make a difference as much as he could.
wingedman: (41)

[personal profile] wingedman 2018-01-02 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
gonna let you do the setup for Auror!Sam and T'Challa <3
forwakanda: (panther in wait)

[personal profile] forwakanda 2018-01-03 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Moving quickly through the rubble, T'challa paused at the designated drop location, awaiting the auror assigned to the case with him. Lately, there were odd bursts of magic happening all over the place and because of it, people were causing buildings to explode. It could be a curse or could be from a person. Only investigating and time would tell.

The cursebreaker tilted his head up, wand held tightly in his hand just in case. They needed to get a move on and soon.
wingedman: (43)

[personal profile] wingedman 2018-01-04 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
A familiar cracking noise echoed through the air as Sam Apparated to the given location. He was wearing Muggle clothes - mostly because he preferred them, but also because it was too cold for robes. With a quiet word, the tip of his wand brightened into light, illuminating the rubble.

"So, you're the cursebreaker they sent?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "I'm Sam." He shifted his wand to his left hand, offering his right to shake.
forwakanda: (Default)

[personal profile] forwakanda 2018-01-10 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
No, he just so happened to be taking a stroll in the precise area needed to explore. But he didn't say as much. "Indeed," he said instead, lighting his own wand with a quick lumos before he started to pick through the area and make notes to go over later. "Have they briefed you already?" he asked, not bothering to look at the guy until he introduced himself. Turning, he held out a hand to shake Sam's firmly. "T'challa." He didn't offer much else but he never did.

"This is likely a curse and it does not appear to have a pattern over who is influenced by it."
wingedman: (45)

[personal profile] wingedman 2018-01-10 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
He usually worked with Steve, but this was a case that only called for one Auror, and Steve had been assigned to work with Stark on something involving magical tech that had been traced back to his company. Given the option, Sam definitely preferred an apparently unfriendly cursebreaker.

"Do you think it's attached to an object?" Sam asked. "One passed from person to person? I mean, curses don't just float around. Either someone has to be casting the same curse over and over, or there's an enchanted object that passes the curse on to whoever possesses it."
forwakanda: (are you serious?)

[personal profile] forwakanda 2018-01-18 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
While he did not see the necessity for an auror to accompany him, at least he had actual thoughts
and theories to offer. The curse being so nasty put more pressure on them to figure it out and fast as possible. With a nod of his head, he whispered a spell to test and see if other curses were cast recently. "Using objects is a tricky business because you never know what may happen to the item. I believe it might be a curse or a potion of some sort." The latter being what he believed to be the true cause because it would be all too easy to taint a lot of liquids for others to consume. With the proper spell, it could be more reliable as well.

"We need to figure out the true targets because at the moment it appear randomly done. No one with this sort of planning and precision would leave anything up to chance." He looked over at the auror. "How long have you been an auror?"
wingedman: (68)

[personal profile] wingedman 2018-01-02 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"We're really going through with this, huh?" Sam looked nervously at the vial that contained the Animagus potion as thunder boomed through the night, audible even inside Hogwarts. He didn't expect Steve to say no - after all, they'd gone to all the trouble of learning about the process of becoming Animagi to transform with Bucky on the full moon. It had taken them months, and there was no way Steve would back out now.

And Sam? Despite being a prefect, he was prepared to follow his best friend into some serious law-breaking by becoming an unregistered Animagus. He wasn't concerned so much about the law as he was the danger in the process - the book they'd studied had warned them of the necessity to perform each finicky step precisely, or horrible results could ensue. He wondered what it would be like to have the transformation go wrong, to have his body twisted and warped as it was trapped between one state and another. Yeah, it was enough to make him think twice.
stevegrogers: (listening)

[personal profile] stevegrogers 2018-01-09 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
When it came to his friends, Steve would do anything to help them and be with them. Case and point - the lengths they were going through to be with Bucky on full moons. He found it worth it, of course, and had confidence in their abilities. They had carefully brewed the potion and now just needed to complete the steps necessary for the transformation. He wondered what form his animagus would take since it dealt with a person's inner self. What would his animal say about him?

Looking over at Sam, he offered a smile, fingers reaching out to take a hold of the vial. "We have gone over this so many times. Nothing is going to go wrong, okay." He moved around to get into position. "I'll go first and if something does go wrong get yourself out of here, okay?"
wingedman: (41)

[personal profile] wingedman 2018-01-10 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah, like that's gonna happen," Sam scoffed. If something went wrong, he'd be right there with Steve, trying to help him as best he could. It was what Steve would do for him in the same situation, and Sam wouldn't do anything less.

So he took a couple steps back and held his wand at the ready, waiting for Steve to drink the potion and hoping nothing went wrong. It wasn't that he didn't believe in their abilities (although Potions wasn't his strongest subject), just that there was a lot of room to go wrong here. Far more experienced wizards had tried to do this and failed. But he wasn't going to abandon his friends when they needed him.
stevegrogers: (joyful)

[personal profile] stevegrogers 2018-01-18 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
The process for becoming an animagus took a long time and even if they completed all the steps so far there were still so many things that could go wrong. Steve read plenty of horror stories about others becoming lost between the two states of human and animal, something no one could change. The possibility if something going wrong didn't make him want to stop, though, they were doing it for Bucky so he wouldn't have to be alone during his monthly problems. It would be okay; they would make it out into the other side just fine. Gripping for the potion, he let out a slow breath, trying to clear everything from his mind except for the incantation and the distant sound of the thunderstorm.

Now or never.

Pulsing it down, he quickly said the words over and over, the shift slowly taking over him. Nearly in a slow motion kind of ordeal but when everything settled, an animal form sat where Steve once stood. He had taken the form of a: dog sitting there looking up at Sam with bright blue eyes and golden fur.
wingedman: (01)

[personal profile] wingedman 2018-01-18 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"You're a dog." Sam stared at Steve incredulously for a moment before he started laughing. "Of course you're a dog." He crouched down and rubbed behind Steve's ears for a moment, enjoying the soft feeling of his fur. (Was it weird to pet his best friend? Probably.) The motion helped calm him a little, and after another couple of minutes, he stood up again and looked at his own vial of potion.

He murmured the incantation for the last time, drinking the potion down in one long gulp. For a moment, everything was still, and then the entire world grew larger and larger around him. Before long, he was looking up at Steve, his head cocked slightly to one side. His vision magnified everything, and he could see every hair on the dog's muzzle clearly. When he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out but a shrill squawk.
stevegrogers: (amused)

[personal profile] stevegrogers 2018-01-25 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Cocking his head to the side, Steve looked slightly offended, at least as much as a dog could look put out. The look didn't last long, the getting feeling too good and he leaned into it happily, tail wagging to show how okay he found it. It might be a little weird but he didn't linger long on questioning any of it. His eyes focused again as Sam shifted into - a bird.

Of course. It made perfect sense.

Gripping onto his humanity anchor, Steve shifted back with a groan, fingers clumsily reaching out for his robe to slip on. "I knew you'd be something like a bird," Steve commented as he sat down. "You don't look very cuddly, just so you know."

He fought back a yawn, the shifting taken more out of him than he expected but it had been a long couple of months.