#compelledcurator

[threegoldfish]

@compelledcurator sent: Hope it's okay to throw at you! [X] Wanda Wilson to Steven Grant "Stop making me laugh, I'm gonna fall in love" Memes from my meme tag || always accepting

Steven's having a great tour day today, he's sure he's absolutely killing it this time (well, erm, not literally killing it because that wouldn't be nice at all, really, but rather figuratively so); Including an ancient love letter into his program, one that had once been written by a man telling about his struggles to woo the love of his life by attempting to bring her a variety of (rather ridiculous) gifts (which did the complete opposite of what he'd expected them to do, it seems) - yeah, Steven's certainly made a good choice in showing off that stone tablet to the now very interested (and entertained) tourists instead of just doing the same old thing again and again.

He supposes that's because they're kinda used to being shown the big, outright imposing relics by now - the ones everyone wants to see for obvious reasons, like the sarcophagi, some of which still holding a very real mummy inside - but something as mundane as a glimpse at an ordinary guy's life... it's new, it's refreshing, and it allows people to realize that those men and women, three-thousand years ago, were just, well, people! They struggled with the same things, worried about similar matters, and were very much in love and rejected on the regular!

So, reading that one stone letter out loud to the crowd that's listening eagerly, it did make most of them chuckle and laugh at some of the more funny complaints that poor guy had decided to carve into stone - and Steven might also be especially good at imitating a heartbroken man who wonders why the gifts he's been offering to his future-wife always causes him to get kicked out of her house instead of him being allowed to move in; Fun fact, marriage as people know it nowadays did not exist back in ancient Egypt, couples were basically 'married' when one moved into the other's home, simple as that!

More laughter once Steven finishes up the story of the unlucky fella, followed by him having to smile himself - it's one of his most favorite relics, simply because it's so... day-to-day, yeah! A glimpse at the ordinary life of an ordinary man who used to live thousands of years ago, hopefully ended up with a lovely woman at some point...

"...Oh gosh, uhm, I'm glad you enjoyed it!" With the tour having come to an end, people beginning to spread out and walk away from where he's wished them all a good day and happy exploring history, one woman stays - and speaks to him, to which Steven finds himself blushing a little, simply because receiving such a compliment is... well, something! He clears his throat as he faces her, momentarily unaware of who she is, his own brain still needing to wrap it all up and process the whole of that tour he just did. "---That poor bloke was definitely going through something, wasn't he? Trying again and again, didn't understand why the love of his life wasn't feeling enamored by him continuing to offer her a home-made brick... I mean, gotta have to say though, bricklayers were incredibly important back in egypt and the profession a highly regarded one, but... perhaps his bricks weren't especially beautiful ones? Should've tried to bring her loafs of bread, grains of wheat and barley, perhaps jewelry of some sort, heh! Ah, well... It's a little sad that we'll never know whether he managed to figure it out in the end, I really hope he did. To me, he sounded quite humble and nice - just... didn't really understand..."

Ah, yes, Steven's rambling again, because of course he is. Clearing his throat once he realizes, he throws an apologetic glance at the woman, then allows for a half-shrug to tug on his shoulders as he fiddles a bit with his shoulder bag...

"---Sorry, I tend to, uh, be passionate about stuff sometimes. Erm, again, glad to know you enjoyed the tour! I try my best to make it enjoyable for everyone!"

[horrificspider]

|| Starter for @compelledcurator ||

‘What a day’ was all Betty could even think as she as she lumbered into the bar. With a sigh she pulled out a bar stool and hopped on. Ordering a beer she did her best to ignore the aches and pains throughout her body.

Betty was hoping the bar would rouse her spirits, getting her ass handed to her by some crazed eco terrorist was a real mood dampener. She of course had tried to clean up the best she could, but she still looked plenty scuffed up.

Scrapes and bruises littered her body, not that much of it could be seen under her bulky black sweater. An unflattering manner of dress, but she needed it to hide her extra arms.

She took a swig of her beer, glancing around the bar. With any luck maybe she’d meet someone interesting. And hopefully they’d ignore the black eye and busted up lip she was currently sporting.

[inaudible-summoner]

Eve of summoning.

Closed rp with @compelledcurator

Of course an old villain of many years broke out of the frankly shabby prison they had in Alaska, Lawrence despite his calm expression always said one thing about the zealots that attacked back then. It be better if they were gone, not locked up and now one of the most deadly assassins was freed.

It was all written in her plans in her hideout, find another world via the portals in the fae wilds and rekindle the fae guard with people from said worlds...she had a target world, turned out people naturally gained super powers and what a perfect world to recruit, but giving them summons would be dangerous, Sonya couldn't be allowed to start it again, so he chased after her unfortunately starting a fight in this crowded city.

"JUNO!" protective arms sprouted from his back, normal humans couldn't see them, but they would see a mist shoot forward and this man in the trench-coat defend them with what would took like to them psychic energy, but to the summoners, it was a two on two boat with monsters, Lawrence played defense protecting the people to scared to run. Just like the war back home...this could not be allowed to continue.

Soon there would be others arriving, presumably heroes.

"Damnit...I can't be caught here, Absalom sweetie, let's flee." As the mist enveloped her she'd stare daggers at Lawrence. "Till next time meat."

"NO, DAMNIT!" As the pair charged the large foxlike creature and her summoner, they'd disappear into a mist. But what any approaching heroes would see is just the man alone.

[legion-transcendent]

@compelledcurator answered [+] with Madelyne Pryor

   Sometimes the control is easy. Sometimes he’s not haunted by his slip ups, by those moments when the worst parts of his mind have more control than his kinder instincts. Sometimes David can forgive himself. Today is not one of those days. Today's a day when the self-loathing has it’s hooks in him. Today is one of those days when his father’s words are so clear. When he can’t help but think maybe it would be a kindness if he was gone.

   And he’s chosen to bring all that baggage right to Madelyne’s doorstep. Well, right into her living room to be more exact. He’d needed something. Some connection. Some understanding. Or even just someone close by. Thus, David teleported right into her home. Really fucking rude of him and he regretted it the moment he gave into the impulse.

   He’s still afraid of her seeing him as a monster, despite her own experiences meaning that she’s someone who would understand. He might always be afraid of that.

   “That’s not … I’m not … I didn’t mean …,” his words die in a jumble when faced with how easy it is for her to offer to help. David pulls back from Madelyne, his body hunching as his hand grips his forearm. His words become a murmur. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. You don’t need … this, me. Everything that I am. I just … Fuck. I’m sorry.”

[amischiefofmuses]

Apollo & Madelyne starter for @compelledcurator

There's little of the mortal realm that draws Apollo's attention these days, and less still that he can't simple observe while sequestered away in his palace on Olympus, so it's rare he steps foot upon the Earth - but loneliness is a cloying thing that can only be ignored for so long and the company of family can only do so much to ease that ache for him. It's the stories of Genosha from Hermes that seals the deal, prompts him to take a journey to Earth. New music, new culture, he would be a fool to not explore what it had to offer in this new developing paradise for mutants. It's a novelty, too, that he doesn't need to hide the glow of his form when he walks among them. There are stranger here, those who look far more unique - what a wonder. Come nightfall he steps into a bar to find himself a drink, and perhaps some good company, which leads him to Madelyne's side. A beautiful woman looking so alone? Doom clinging to her? Oh, he has a weakness for such souls. -- ❝Forgive my boldness but I couldn't help but notice you from across the room, you are stunning.❞ He remarks with confidence as he moves in beside her, a warm and friendly smile gracing his features, distance kept so it wouldn't feel as though he was crowding her in. ❝You are welcome to tell me to leave you be- but I was wondering if perhaps you would like some company? I can't say there's much fun to be had drinking alone- and I'm new to this place, so I would greatly appreciate the chance to make some connections.❞ Cockiness is absent in his approach despite his confidence, rather it's warm as sunlight and just as welcoming, waiting for her to step into it or close herself off in the shade if she so chooses.

[wallopinwebyapper-a]

"That's about as cockamamey an answer as the idea of liking gas station coffee better than The Bean, tourist!" Yep. He clocked the other's vibe to be something not of New York. Dude was probably some lone trailblazer passing through. Even if Peter never meets this kind often enough, he's known the stereotype. "I'd let a pigeon shit on that car's upholstery if it meant my flesh was intact. Do you know how often this block rebuilds itself because of this maniacal bulldozer on steroids? Respect the hustle, 'cuz I'm sure li'l Impy there had a few dents in her days and still is as noble your steed."

@compelledcurator (Dean) cont'd 🕸

[decreedfate]

@compelledcurator liked for a starter!

There’s so much to unpack. Heaven and angels being real, The Plan that has been stewing for centuries is on the way. Zachariah and all the bullshit they bring. His face in his hands, eyes winched shut. The only sound being his breathing. Only does he stir when Dean joins him.

“What the hell are we going to do, Dean?” It comes out harsher than Sam intended. “I mean ‘vessel’s’? ‘The Plan’?” A pause. “They…he wouldn’t lie, right? I mean, He’s an angel, Zachariah, I mean. And what Meg said… I don’t know. This is five levels of fucked, even for us.”

[archived-mikaels0n-writing]

starter for @compelledcurator / Yelena

The red room. A legendary story that no one had seen from the inside unless they had been part of it themselves. Elijah had learned from Natasha Romanova that this place really existed. And since then, Elijah had been searching for this place, or rather the people who had something to do with it. By chance, Natasha had finally come up with a name and Elijah had met this blonde woman at a public café, who seemed quite tough, but at the same time as if she couldn't hurt a fly. Raising his hand, he ducked into a corner where no one too curious could overhear. He didn't want to be overheard, but he didn't want to give her the feeling that he wanted to kidnap her directly, hence this public place.