#ghostofwinter

[goddamndaddies]

@ghostofwinter liked for a smut starter

Thor had just been working out and was heading to the mens showers only to find they were out of order, not really seeing what the big deal was he made his way to the womens. When he entered there was nobody there so he made his way in, stripped down and stood under one of the communal showers, humming happily as the water sprays down against his skin.

[kissmyshockstix]

((~⧗~⧗~⧗~ Closed Starter for @ghostofwinter~⧗~⧗~⧗~))

Natasha Romanoff abhorred sitting behind a desk. There were better things that she could be doing and much rather would be doing. Many of those things involved being on the right end of a sniper rifle or having a knife fight with a certain HYDRA operative. Pushing papers was not what she was qualified for. And, while, it was likely that paperwork that she was doing was necessary, at the end of the day, there were better uses for the Red Room's former best operative...and other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that were more qualified for push papers than her. Fury was on a war path right now. They weren't allowed to leave on missions without the explicit clearance of the Director. Even Mr. America himself was currently sitting pretty with nothing to do. And, while, it may seem that he was just playing a Hard Ass, Natasha knew better. If there was anything her years in the Red Room had taught her, it was reading people. And, if there was one thing that desk work was good for, it was hacking into Fury's private computer system to see all of the files that crossed his and Maria Hill's desks that he didn't want people to know about. Fury had been recruiting since Barton went on leave. So, it shouldn't have surprised her when she saw the personnel file there, sitting right in his recently opened files. She smirked. And it wasn't even encrypted. Anika Varya Feightling. That was it. It was a name. That was all that Nat had been able to see before she had been rudely kicked off the system by Tony Stark walking up behind her to chat about nothing important. Natasha rolled her eyes and pretended to type away on her screen as she heard the commotion of people entering the main deck. Apparently, it was time to meet the new recruit already. And, Natasha wasn't sure how she felt about someone replacing Barton.

[psyknife]

@ghostofwinter: x

“Sometimes the truth comes out in moments of anger. Don’t apologize if you’re worried about hurting my feelings. That’s quite difficult to do.” Kwannon mirrored her posture, though her hands chose to rest on her hips instead. “Did I do something last time to offend you?”

[hacker-codeq]

"Trust me, you do not wanna carpool with me."

"Are you that bad of a driver..?" Q asked, rather used to overconfident drivers since his agents seemed to think it was a fun game to scare him whenever he allowed them to test his projects. "We could always take the bus." He pointed out, offering a small smile since he was more used to public transport anyway.

[burdenedwithmagic]

((~४⚕🇱🇴🇰🇮⚕४~ Closed Starter for @ghostofwinter ~४⚕🇱🇴🇰🇮⚕४~))

Loki woke up to beeping sounds and...pain. It was the strangest sensation, but, he could clearly feel the dull throbbing of something in his ribs...his arms.

He opened his eyes, and had to close them again, immediately, blinking against the bright florescent lights that assaulted him.

Where on earth was he?

And why did it smell like bleach?

He slowly opened his eyes, realizing that there was some kind of contraption on his face...and in his arm...and around his wrists.

By the gods! What was happening to him?

He tried to struggle against the restraints, the chains making a faint clicking sound. Where were his Asgardian leathers? Why was he wearing a gown, of all things?

And why was there nothing beneath it? He shuddered at the thought that some mortal had seen him naked.

What was the last thing he remembered? He remembered picking up the Tessaract and...

Something had hit him. One of the mortal's horseless carriages.

He, once again, tested the strength of his restraints to no avail. What in the nine realms had he gotten himself into?

[zimniyxprizrak-a]

⋘ 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙲𝚃... ⋙ "You are safe with me." 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁... ⋘ @ghostofwinter ⋙

HE'D WOKEN WITH A START. The nightmares from his past once again violently lurching him from his sleep with a gasping breath. It was only Anika's voice next to him and managed to distract him enough to take in the surroundings of the darkened room. The soft glow of the moon being the only light coming in.

He was safe here...He was safe with her...

So why was it so hard to shake that feeling of panic? Why couldn't logic for once outweigh the feelings of panic that made his heart race, and his head spin. "Yeah...Yeah I know." He let out a sigh before relaxing back into the mattress of the bed, moving to curl into her and pull her closer to him. It was comforting, it helped him feel like she was really there.

[godstrayed]

continued. / @ghostofwinter

Billy couldn't help but crack a smirk at her comment. Her words had a way of cutting through the tension, and for a moment, it felt like they were just a couple of old friends, sharing stories and trading barbs. He watched as she brushed his hair away from his eyes, a small but tender gesture that stirred something within him. He'd missed this familiarity, feeling a connection from anyone, aching for gentleness more than he knew as he instinctively leaned into it. Unable to help himself, really. Her mention of their shared survival in Hawkins brought a hint of bitterness to his warmed smile.

"Yeah, we're a real pair," he agreed, his gaze lingering on her. "But you know what they say, it's the shithole towns that make the most interesting stories." His voice held a touch of nostalgia as he spoke, confident no one ever had said such a thing. But surely Hawkins would go down in the fucking history books.

The next part made him unable to help but chuckle, despite the dull and throbbing ache he felt all over his body. "Well, what can I say? I've always been pretty," he shot back, his blue eyes locking onto hers. "What's a bruise or two?"

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

🌌 for Daryl

peer into my muse’s memories: part 2 - @ghostofwinter

🌌- A time they got to admire the beauty of nature

The first time that Daryl really stopped to admire the beauty of nature was when he was seventeen. He'd quit school and had gotten a full-time job so that he would never have to be without a roof over his head and a full stomach every day/night. It was the evening of his very first payday (his first honest payday). He had gotten himself something to eat and had taken it to his favorite spot in the woods. The one place where he felt safe. He sat on a fallen tree and ate his hamburger and now cold fries while he drank half of a six-pack of root beer. It was then that a deer and her fawn stepped out into the clearing. He could tell the deer was only a few hours old based on how wobbly it was on its legs. And in that moment, he knew that nature was beautiful despite the ugliness of the world around him. It felt like it was the first time he'd been able to see the world around him as anything but ugly and harsh and cruel.