but keep the storm that's in your eyes

MUSES.

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searchinghearts​:

“oh, i can find one,” tony grinned. “knew i could always count on you, legal eagle. see, over there? that’s the space port. technically that would be the best place to find a ship, but probably also the most difficult to break into, unless we did it the clever way. on the other hand, there’s the repair yard, where security’s probably a lot less tight, but at the same time, we might end up with some half wrecked pile of junk. what do you think?”

 tony’s eyebrows raised a little – him, jealous? noooo, not at all. not even a smidgen.

okay maybe a bit.

maybe a lot.

“he called you sweetheart? he was like ‘whaddya want kid’ at me. i’m not even …” he waved vaguely at his face. “i have white hair!” taking a breath and realising that they’d gone off track, he shook his head. “so, anyway. ships.”

“he did,” she affirmed, “and he did it again, when i told him he shouldn’t say that to women.”

tony’s jealousy of her experience delighted her, and it was brightly plastered all over her features as she mulled over his first words, offering him a grin. “yeah, you do, but i guarantee you’ll be a real silver fox. the two of you share that much.”

returning to the question of ‘ships,’ the legal eagle seemed appeased at the rhyming nature of her nickname. “repair yard first. if that’s all junk, then we can risk going in the ship-yard. unless,” she leant in, “if we take the risk and get caught, we get this opportunity to see what it’s like getting arrested in another galaxy. that’d be something else for the morrison records.”

[rcditvs]

@woodshorestarters​

rapunzel plopped down on an open spot to sit by the fire pits. she’d been pouring over the new - or new to her - journal she’d gotten in the box after returning from tatooine in the middle of the night, trying to figure out what all of the pictures meant. the art looked like it was by her hand, but none of the situations were familiar, nor were the people depicted. she looked up when she noticed there was someone nearby and offered them a smile before she shook her head. “is it weird to get a gift that you really don’t understand?” she asked them.

[keepthestorm]

“you wouldn’t be the only one.” edwin offered her a reassuring smile, gathering the ‘porg’ for what felt like the fiftieth time; when he found the box, he figured the creature must have stowed away with him on his return, but now that she said ‘gift’ — and it did seem like one — he wasn’t sure why it was here. wouldn’t it have been better to give him a gift that would help him and ana? it was very cute, however, and it was something like a child. but he already had something like a child by the name of howard stark — his boss seemed like little more than a man-child sometimes — without additional trouble. “could i perhaps be of any help to you in understanding it, miss...?”

[rcditvs]

@woodshorestarters​

when flynn balanced the weight of his newly gifted model ship back and forth between his hands, it almost looked like it crashed against rough waves. it really just looked like he was weird, playing with something that should probably be sitting on display in his room rather than being played with like it was. he just wanted to figure out the implications, but he caught himself getting suspiciously bitter that this might be related to his promise. “they’re funny, i’ll give them that one,” he mumbled mostly to himself, but loud enough for someone close to hear.

[keepthestorm]

elizabeth watched flynn toy with his ship for a moment, understanding — intrinsically, how could she not see it? — the hunger of a sailor to see the sea; as it teased and burned the insides of their nostrils here in woodshore, but without the opportunity to ever do more than circle the close-by waters. “it is an interesting sense of humour,” she acknowledged, pushing her hair behind her ears as she balanced her own weight — her own sword, her real sword, not the one she’d gotten the young blacksmith raelynn to make for her hear — in her hands.

[keepthestorm]

damagxdreamer​:

Mark looked at her wide-eyed in disbelief. He could not believe that she was from that time. There was no way. “Yeah, that was a while ago. How?” Although he wasn’t sure if she even knew that answer but didn’t hurt to ask.

“i don’t know,” she admitted, though it sounded strange and tasted odd on her tongue to say so, “and i was in london — before i was here — in a tube station, and that’s the last thing i really remember from then. but someone helped me research, and... there was an accident in that station. a german bomb broke the water mains, and the people in there were either stampeded, hurt by debris, or drowned. so i figure i may have died.”

[dreamcfspring-deactivated202011]

“i’m searching for a korg.” thor was outfitted in civilian clothes, which he figured may put a damper on the rock-creature from recognizing him, so he carried with him stormbreaker. his axe was a little large for most peoples’ comfort so he behaved as casually as he could with it to keep them comfortable. he pulled a pamphlet from his pocket and held it out – on it was ramblings that could only have come from his old friend about a revolution. “he’s about eight feet tall, made entirely of rocks, and probably looking to start a revolution of some kind.”

[keepthestorm]

“i think if he was here, he’d be even harder to miss than that axe,” hayes pointed out, though her gaze travelled up and down the length of the large weapon, impressed and perhaps a little bit of something else. “but keep carrying that around, because there’s nothing sexier than someone who can put you out of your misery, and hook me up with your personal trainer.” not so she could employ the services, but so she could flirt with this theoretical trainer’s other clients — obviously. she took the pamphlet, reading it, “revolution? my kind of eight foot rock man, then.”

[sarahsjdks]

@woodshorestarters​

after waking up back in her room, lexie was more confused than she was when she first arrived in woodshore. the brunette wasn’t sure if she had just been dreaming the whole time or if what she had actually saw with her own eyes was true. ❝ you know, i’m just a little confused about the whole thing because one minute the love of your life is dead and the next he’s standing right next to you. so, what are you supposed to believe? not to mention the fact that, i’m suppose to be dead. it’s a lot of information to take in all at once. ❞ she started ranting to the person who sat in front of her, not noticing if they were paying attention or not. 

[keepthestorm]

“i’ve seen a LOT of people come back to life,” raelynn piped up, glancing at the other woman with her bright eyes dancing, “if that’s any consolation? i was married without even knowing i was married, too. jolene — my wife — called in a favour with her friend vlad, the mayor, and then when i came back to town after almost being killed by the baba yaga’s pet snake, she had a wagon with the ‘just married’ streamers, a ring for me and a banner that said ‘surprise’ ! now that was a lot to take in but it was a nice surprise, and it sounds like this is a good one too!”

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@woodshorestarters​

“tell me…” caroline studies the ring on her finger, frowning. it wasn’t quite the right ring she wanted on that finger, nor was it from the right person, but it reminded her of home, and of a terrible, terrible time in her life. she hated it, why would the universe give her…this as a gift? why not…literally anything else? “how do you think they chose these gifts? why do you think they chose these specific items as gifts?” 

[keepthestorm]

“maybe it reminds us of what we really want?” cecilia suggested mildly, the bundle of letters — both sides of the exchange, from robbie’s arrest in 1935 to the very last one to reach her — sit in her lap, tied with his twine & a piece of broken china rested upon the top. the broken-off handle he’d clenched in his fist as she dove into the fountain; and in a morbid sort of way, she found herself wanting to run her fingertips over the sharp edges. “of what we’re looking for.”

[keepthestorm]

fairestkindheart‌:

Narcissa takes a deep breath. It wouldn’t do her any good to get angry at a stupid muggle. “Are you saying that it didn’t happen. Cause the last time I checked that was the truth. I realize to an outsider it sounds impossible but you’re just going to have to believe me.”

“hm,” lucy nodded, in a detatched sort of manner, wondering why on earth this stranger was so offended by a mere sceptic. for a moment she seemed like harry, when wronged, how his face would twist in bizarre fury. detach a little further. let that go. that didn’t happen; that is where the fake memories lie, is it not? ( it isn’t. he was terribly, terribly real even when he was fake. but it is typical of her to ‘believe’ this, now. it’s the only way she knows how to survive. ) “i suppose i can’t disprove it, no — but it does sound like a children’s tale. or a movie.”

[keepthestorm]

OPEN STARTER — ft. cecilia tallis !

“is it awful? to find out that in this whole other life — your real life — you fell in love, but because it hurts so much... to wish you’d never remembered?” 

it was a question that had been on cecilia’s mind ever since she first arrived in woodshore; since she couldn’t seem to find robbie no matter how hard she tried to do so? since the pain of losing him was raw again, new again, like she only just found out he was gone? 

like grace turner was still standing outside of her house with the yellow letter in her fingers and tears on her face, as she pulled the rug out from beneath cecilia’s feet? like she was still curled up and crying in her bed because some dear pain in her heart already knew that this was something from which the story could not resume? it was like she was still clenching her covers in her fists because it wasn’t fair: come back. come back to me. 

because didn’t she, still?

[keepthestorm]

fairestkindheart‌:

esme way trying her hardest to follow what the person was saying . She was confused she only arrived at this place recently like today so she had no idea what had happed before . “i am sorry i have no clue what you are talking about . whatever happened i wasn’t here for it .”

“well then — be glad you didn’t, i suppose.” tahani envied those who hadn’t been there. and she hadn’t seen eddie return from alderaan, so she was rather concerned for the boy, but she didn’t really know how to process her feelings on the matter of her roommate. “as i say, it was bizarre. better than any trick dynamo ever did — i wonder if it’d have fooled penn and teller?”

[dreamcfspring-deactivated202011]

🌒 LUCY SAXON !!

rey was back in the room with castor and kira while ben went out to get some necessities they lacked – more diapers, more baby wipes. he was armed with a duffel bag of baby-care items and a thermos of hot tea with honey when a stranger addressed him. unfortunate wasn’t the word he would use. naboo, the lake country, was the most beautiful place he’d ever seen. it was where they married… where their children were born. “i would go back,” he said, “if i could.”

[keepthestorm]

“well...” she paused, and looks at him long and hard for a moment; sees the light of belief in his eyes, and maybe, for a moment, she pitied him. a heartbeat, though she could not for the life of her think why she would do so. yes, she can. “maybe one day you will.” ( she saw the signs of a family in his arms, the signs of softness, and she’s never managed to find that herself — perhaps because she’s so naturally demanding. )  “i shouldn’t like to return to england.”

[keepthestorm]

OPEN STARTER — ft lucy saxon !

“well...” a pause, uncertain, “whatever that was, it sounds... um, very unfortunate.” the englishwoman entertained, though the whole thing sounded too close to something she remembered; travel to the end of creation, everything burning & dying and leaving a hollowness where her hope used to be unrealistic, and the edged politeness to her tone touched upon her denial disbelief.

[keepthestorm]

damagxdreamer‌:

“That doesn’t sound at all possible but yet it does.” Mark was more confused now than before he spoke to her. He tilted his head at her words. Not my time? What did that mean? “Wait, are you from the past?” 

“well,” cecilia began, registering the confusion upon his face; she’d gotten the idea that it was a common phenomenon amidst the residents of woodshore, but perhaps it was not so. she laced and unlaced her fingers. “well, not so distant for me, but i’m told that for everyone else, 1940 was a considerable while ago.”

[keepthestorm]

( keeping your feelings hidden and silent, a gaggle of former roedean girls, the horror of love as it darkens ) –– && it looks like lucy saxon has finally arrived in woodshore ( though she originates from doctor who ). although known as the prime minister’s wife back home, here they are a thirty year old columnist, known to be well-connected, but not especially bright. they were coaxed here with the promise of BECOMING HERSELF AGAIN. they remember BEING TAKEN TO BROADFELL. ( lucy boynton )

from what point in your character’s canon are they taken?

lucy has been in woodshore for a hot minute, but the last thing that happened to her from her old life was being arrested for the master’s murder & being sent to broadfell prison; she was broken out by one of the guards she schemed with & promised a chance to become herself again — whatever that was — and finally escape harold saxon forever in woodshore. how couldn’t she take the opportunity, hollow as she had been made by him, as though he had dug her insides out with a rusty spoon? for what subconsciously is her own sanity, though, lucy is in denial: she has completely convinced herself that her fake life is her real one, and with so few people who remember the year that never was, who can contradict her?

gender & pronouns

lucy is a cis female, and uses she/her pronouns.

anything you’d like to add?

okay so her fake life mirrors her real one in most ways; raised in english nobility, went to roedean, studied italian, started working at the publishing house — all of that intact. but, she never met harold saxon. there never was a harold saxon. and the fake life makes up for that by telling her it’s her family name. always has been. there never was a harold saxon. and though she remembers him — how terrible he was, how she was — it’s all she can do to believe it.

why journalism? well, there’s a subconscious horror: she still thinks about vivien rook, sometimes. how she screamed. but of course, she can’t acknowledge that.

[keepthestorm]

CLOSED STARTER — ANYONE & RAELYNN ( @dreamcfspring​ )

“no one believed me when i said we’d get to come home. whenever whoever — or whatever — sent us there was happy! it’s like when vlad sent me to the baba yaga’s house only to pull me back to his office when i found out about the giant snake under the floorboards. though i’m still not sure if that’s his idea of a practical joke,” she pulled her lower lip into her mouth, “some mayor that guy was.” 

( david hasselshrub peered suspiciously at the stranger, then resumed burrowing into the soft warmth of his friend’s neck. rae brushed an affectionate touch over the leaves, earning a chittering of contentment. when he stopped, and snuggled a little closer, it was indication that he just wanted to nap. )

[silverstcrs]

Daphne let out a sigh as she looked at her surroundings.  There seemed to be nothing but sand everywhere.  Sure there was the “city” but it hardly seemed like a city to her.  There was like nowhere to shop or at least not for anything interesting like clothes or shoes.  Aliens could be interesting but not when the entire planet was made up of aliens.  There was nothing interesting to investigate there.  “You’d think with this much sand there’d be a beach somewhere,” she grumbled crossing her arms.  “Do you think they have pools?  Somewhere nice to cool off.”

[keepthestorm]

“no,” marisa said shortly, aiming to impress how stupid she believed the question to be, and how disappointed she was by the reading she’d gotten of her company so far. a distinction many appeared to lack but marisa understood — naturally — is that they were the ‘aliens’ on this badly-named tattooine, not the other way around. how badly prepared they were to deal with this kind of desert, the two suns ( fascinating ) and the people ( less so ) proved that. “what part of this place could possibly give you that impression?”

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@woodshorestarters​

The sweet smell of sugar tickled Triss’s nose as she went on her small afternoon walk. Her stomach was growling after having just tea for breakfast, and having little snacks here and there wasn’t cutting it. She went inside and saw all of the many sweets they had, but opted for their red velvet cupcake instead. She walked out a couple dollars lesser and a cupcake in her hands and was about to take a quite bite of it before she looked up and smiled at the other. “Want some?” she offered.

[keepthestorm]

“i’m alright. but thank you.” 

sincerity was not the first word in marisa coulter’s dictionary, but she did know how to be polite if she so decided she wanted to be so. which was a rare, flight-of-fancy handful of moments ( at least, when the pressure was not on ) but they did, occasionally, happen; as long as people didn’t unexpectedly intrude upon her and put her plans & ideas at risk, like a certain journalist she remembered. an uninvited guest she entertained and then had discarded by boreal. 

it is rare that marisa would have been kinder to people than he, but she would have allowed her monkey to end the butterfly-daemon, rather than commit the trespass of holding it in her hand. she may not have been present at the time of adele starminster’s death but she was a genius, and it didn’t take one to predict his pattern of behaviour.