#goldmuses

[symbolhope]

clark    cannot    help    but    to    laugh    at    the    comparison,    a    smile    gracing    his    lips.    "i'll    take    it    as    a    compliment."    he    points    out,    amusement    spread    on    his    features    as    the    man    of    steel    simply    looks    above    them    to    the    burning    sun.    "my    body    absorbs    the    radiation    of    the    sun,    I    suppose    that    makes    me    more    warm    blooded    than    others."    the    source    of    his    powers,    the    morphology    of    who    he    was,    growing    up    exposed    to    the    sun's    radiation    and    light    had    made    him    into    the    man    he    is    know.    "i'm    sure    you    run    warm    too,    princess."

@goldmuses asked: “  why  do  you  always  feel  so  hot  ?  it’s  like  you’ve  got  lava  running  through  your  veins  rather  than  blood.  ” / From Diana . ** sentence  starters  for  powered  muses.

[localwebslingers]

@goldmuses liked for a starter(for Gwen)!

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Oh hey, the window was open this time. That was great.

Peter knocked against the glass anyways, soft enough to hopefully not be startling and waiting for Gwen to notice he was there, before he leaned forward on the frame and poked his head in, "Hey, sorry there was...traffic." which may or may not have included a shoot out on the bridge. Said shoot out may or may not have also ended once the six guys and their getaway driver were all webbed up hanging from the top of the bridge by the local vigilante in Queens. None of that was important, the important part was he was only ten minutes late meeting with her this time.

"...by the way, your doorman is still intimidating. Big, looks grumpy, do not want to mess with him. And that should say a lot coming from me."

[bladedhunter]

Tsunade felt a little bad; Sakura had been training for a while, practicing focusing her chakra into increasingly stronger punches, kicks, flicks of the finger, etc. She was clearly very tired. So, after a moment, Tsunade pushed off the bench she had been sitting on, filling out standard Hokage paperwork, and called out, "That's enough for today, Sakura. You've earned a break. Spa day?" // @goldmuses

[mhunster]

                  HE   WAS   FREE.   THOUGH,   HOW   FREE   WAS   HE?   IT   WAS   a   concept   he   will   never   fully   understand   after   all   this   happened.   Somehow,   almost   dying   didn’t   compare   to   the   new   looks   he   will   get   when   he   leaves   the   hospital.   Hell,   even   now   the   nurses   are   avoiding   eye   contact.   He   will   always   be   a   murderer   in   the   eyes   of   Hawkins.   The   more   reason   to   leave   this   Hell   hole.   So,   when   he   got   a   visitor   he   thought   it   would   be   his   uncle   or   the   kids,   but   no   he   was   wrong.   He   was   actually   surprised   to   see   Nancy   Wheeler,   “   Uh…   ”   he   blinked,   head   tilted   slightly,   “   You   aren’t   who   I   expected.   ”   Eddie   offered   a   smile,   gingerly   picking   himself   up   to   lay   back   on   his   pillows.   @goldmuses

[wilczmin]

@goldmuses / priscilla  .    ‘  she  was  terrifying  in  her  beauty  ,    bright  like  a  devouring  star  .  ’  

the  witcher  stood  with  his  arms  crossed  ,    narrowed  pupils  watching  the  flickering  of  the  four  candles  that  sat  atop  the  candelabra  that  jutted  from  the  wall  .    he  only  half-listened  to  that  sentence  ,    not  one  for  flowered  words  or  fanciful  meanings  weaved  through  poetry  .    poetry  existed  to  be  interpreted  ,    and  geralt  felt  no  draw  to  figure  out  what  it  meant  .    leave  it  to  the  poets  themselves  ,    the  minstrels  and  the  troubairitz  herself  .    they  were  good  at  understanding  those  sorts  of  things  ,    while  the  witcher  never  would  be  .

in  time  ,    his  distant  stare  roamed  back  to  priscilla  and  stuck  to  the  present  once  more  .    precious  though  he  agreed  she  was  ,    he  still  didn’t  understand  her  half  the  time  .        ❛        mhm  .        ❜        that  meant  nothing  ;    only  a  simple  filler  meant  to  buy  him  about  three  seconds  of  time  .        ❛        could've  just  said  she  was  intimidating  ,    priscilla  .    i'm  a  witcher  ,    not  dandelion  .    you  don't  have  to  describe  things  like  that  .        ❜        now  that  he  was  finished  letting  her  down  as  slowly  as  possible  ,    he  turned  .    looked  at  her  .        ❛        written  any  new  songs  recently    ?        ❜

▬ *  sentence prompts !            𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗.

[musamultaaaa]

@goldmuses plotted with Jaskier for Ciri.

He was still putting things together. After all, Jaskier had only recently arrived in Novigrad, Zoltan in tow, at the summons of a will. He'd finally have the performance space he always dreamed of! Or... well, he would after cleaning it up, marketing, hiring people... It would be a lot of work, but he could do it and he had said so! It was very rude of Zoltan to laugh after his declaration, something funny must have distracted the dwarf. Whatever the case, he was in the process of some of this tidying when the door opened. "As you can see, the Rosemary and Thyme is gone, I'm afraid you'll find nothing of interest he---" He'd frozen as his gaze settled on the young woman. Ashen blonde, striking green eyes, a scar fit to match... well, to match Geralt's. Like father, like daughter.

"Ciri?"

[godstrayed]

Chrissy had borrowed Billy's headset and walkman, now she was dancing around the room humming along to his awesome music, and if she had one audience of that of Billy Hargrove, she didn't mind all she can do is dance and smile at him. / Look she loves his music hehe

When his music goes missing there is only one potential culprit. Only one person who had access to his things or a key to their shared apartment. Naturally, when he finds it (and her) she's dancing around their living room. It's as far away from Hawkins as it possibly could be and close enough to the ocean Billy could sometimes taste the salt in the air when the windows were open in the morning. It's peaceful, it's far from their demons, and it's theirs.

However, the music was his but he had no heart or desire to take it from her since she was clearly enjoying herself. He holds out his hands, "If there was ever a day to learn to slow dance to heavy metal it would be now."