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hi, hello there dash. i love annie, seb, cat, michelle, & sky. thanks. they are their muses. absolutely convinced of it. their writing is top notch. go give them each some love, because honestly, they deserve it. @bestdefender, @stormweathered, @traumaturgic, @timelessoldier, @greatestsoldier
@greatestsoldier. / cont.
"well, you missed an argument between clint and thor about who ate all the popcorn. the culprit has not stepped forward yet, but my money's on nat she looked way too smug about the whole thing."
he puts the tablet pen down, folds his arms over the table. they're not facetiming, tony can't see steve's face, so instead he settles for staring at his contact picture on his phone --- a candid pic he took of steve smiling after they got caught in the kiss cam on a baseball game --- and it's enough to bring a smile to his face.
"i've been working on some new designs for your suit, got some improvements in mind that i think you'll like." he doesn't tell the captain he's been holed up in the studio tony made for him, sketching the lines of steve's body because he misses him. "are you pacing? you sound like you’re pacing. what's on your mind?"
Tony, with all due respect, what the fuck
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✖ smooch from Steven thank u
send X for a kiss! - accepting!Result: 16, multiple kisses
THIS battle had been hard won and hard fought, and the time after always comes with such — well, this. when the fight ends and adrenaline is left running hot, there are few other places for it to go, and this comes with little surprise. the moment they are alone, this god of thunder has pulled steve aside. hands roam freely, both in checking for wounds and just for the need to TOUCH.
he says not a word, but he doesn’t need to. hands, broad and calloused and so painfully gentle right now, fall on either side of steve’s face, and oh, he kisses him: on the mouth, cheek, down his jaw and to his ear. it’s needing and wanting all at once, but he does not press further than this, not yet, not now; instead, he rests his forehead against steve’s, and there’s a bold and intense brightness in those blue eyes. he smiles, and it is an expression that is so, so alive. perhaps THAT is what this is ever about.
his palm flattens on steve’s chest, and then slowly closes until it gets a grip on his shirt, and at the same time his other arm pulls ‘round him close; the final kiss he offers he doesn’t pull away from, and it is a deep kiss that he carefully leans into, and oh, is it long and lingering and so desperately sweet.
this is less a Take on your portrayal and more on your writing in general because I have not actually seen Dr Strange, but your writing has always been an inspiration to me! Your prose is just full of life and character, it inspires me to be a better writer! I know that you'll be marvelous (pun intended) at any character you pick up!
˗ ˏ ˋ 1 800 how am I doing? ˎ ˊ ˗ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚★
icb I haven’t gotten to write with you yet sky! although I guess you not seeing doctor strange is probably why–but that’s okay; I so appreciate that you see all this in my writing because sometimes it’s sorta hard to see it for yourself, you know? but listen you’re makin my heart go doki-doki rn and I am ready to challenge myself to be an even better stephen than I am now. <3 thanks for your support.
uhhh Seb have I ever mentioned that I adore u? I'm literally so happy to be writing with you again and I know you're going to do an amazing job with Thor, I can already see the love you're putting into it! I'm glad to be talking to u again after all this time and you are a Delight both IC and OOC thank u
aldmasda sky all i can think is like: NO YOU. i’m so happy to be writing with you again too. you have always been one of the highlights of rp for me and i am so excited to be doing something new with you! thundershield forever rip.
Annie, you dragged me into this hell like six years ago? I think? We've been in and out of it but one thing is consistent: your portrayal of Tony shows an incredible grasp of his character, a beautiful intermingling of various canons, and enough understanding to produce headcanons that no one would question if you said they were canon. You make people love Tony Stark because your love for him shines through every time.
SKY THIS IS NOT FAIR. I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THE FEELS. but i also genuinely thought you were gonna throw in something like ‘and then you pick up on dumb canon pieces like the jam pantry and roll with it and idk what to do with you’ bc lbh i’m pretty sure that’s how you feel most of the time.
but also i lov u
. @greatestsoldier . cont.
the loss feels impossibly profound, and it’s a weight on him that he cannot deny. his brother, his people — his realm. all had been ripped violently from him, and this on the eve of losing ——
his mind spins. for the first time in his long, long life, he has no idea what to do.
the admission had been difficult, wrung from him like blood through stone, and it was admission he would give to few others. steve, though, held his trust beyond all others, and ever would. they were of different lives, these two, but in steve he always found companionship, understanding, empathy. somewhere in this vast and complicated cosmos, here and only here could he believe that fate could entwine two souls with each other.
he is quiet, but the touch grounds him, pulls his mind from the spinning melancholy it had delved into when the other found him. ❛ i know, ❜ he says, and his voice is quiet. he looks up, not meeting steve’s eye just yet; there’s roiling emotion there that he’s too proud and stubborn to lay bare just yet, and his jaw tightens and eases as he swallows, thickly. ❛ and i am— i— ❜ grateful, he wants to say. gladdened for your support, his mind tells him. the actual words seize in his throat, though, and oh, he fights the emotion like it was an enemy, and this is a war that leaves clear tracks on his features. he is a being made of iron and fire, and neither of those things bend easily. ❛ i just do not know where to go from here. ❜ there’s a heartbeat of silence, and when he smiles, it’s agonizing, and maybe it’s an attempt at levity, or maybe it’s just another thing on the pile of misery that he’s faced. it’s hard to say. ❛ i lost my hammer. ❜
