#starsinshadows

[xlianovna]

⇢ @starsinshadows / peter quill

✘ ⌖ ➶ The sensation of falling was oddly comforting, Natasha had noted. If you ignore the abrupt end, the act of being weightless while the air whipped around you could be soothing. The abrupt end didn't matter to her and didn't even register in her mind. All the redhead was focused on were the eyes of her best friend as she looked up at him. He'd be safe. He'd be alive. He'd be with his family. Once upon a time, Clint had saved Natasha from the KGB, and in so doing, gave her a new life. Her life. Returning that favor to make sure that he lives to see another day felt only right. There wasn't a single regret in her mind.

The next thing she knew, though, Natasha was laying on the cold, stone hard ground. Green eyes slowly opened, blinking into focus as she tried to piece together what happened. This wasn't the abrupt ending that she'd expected. In fact, this was no ending at all. Slowly sitting up, the Avenger took stock in the fact that she felt fine. Better than fine. Not a single bruise on her body. Looking up, the cliff that she'd fallen from reached so high into the heavens that she couldn't even see the top. Yet there she sat, not even a headache. Pulling herself to her feet, she called after Clint. Her voice echoed in the empty gorge, bringing no reply. She tried a few more times, then decided that she needed to get herself to higher ground. There was no telling how much time had passed since she fell. Was it instant? Was Clint still up there, able to help her back home? Or was she all alone on the forsaken planet of Vormir?

It wasn't an easy hike by any means, but after a couple of hours, Natasha was able to reach a plateau that looked over much of the landscape. No sign of her best friend. No sign of the Red Skull. No sign of anything. Lifting her left hand, she fired off a blast from her bites, shooting the red glowing light high into the sky. It worked as a flare, though she didn't have high hopes that anyone would be around to see it. When she fired a few more off, it was out of frustration and anger rather than tactical reasons. Sighing, Natasha leaned back against a rock and folded her arms over his chest. "Хуй."

[firelightfables-arc]

planned starter for @starsinshadows​

Disorienting.

That was the word for it when he hit the pavement with a thud and realized it was just pavement. Not blood, not living flesh, not torn asphalt, not dusty roads, not woods creeping with vines that had a mind of their own. Real live. asphalt that didn’t smell like shit and came with a side order of a sky not crackling with red lightning.

What the absolute fuck?

Standing, air sharp in his lungs, Billy half expected something to come from behind. Not even the molotovs in his backpack, half-filled with dirty gasoline, would save him if so. Nerves tense as he realized then that his axe was decidedly missing.

Yet nothing came.

A puzzling turn of events that was only adding to the oddity of the day. Lungs burning from a breath held in, Billy let it out with a rush and it was like the sun was rising, suddenly, as it dawned on him that he wasn’t there anymore.

Maybe he’d finally fucking died.

Almost too late, he realized that the light? Was in fact two sources of it. Shining on him like twin beacons, the blare of...a horn? Standing, uneasily, there may be more questions than answers but if there was one thing Billy knew it was that no one honked at him like that. Here or there.

“Fuckin’ nearly hit me, moron!” Hands pounded on the hood, metal denting in with a creak and oh, right. That followed apparently. 

Familiar rage smoldering in his eyes, glare of lights obscuring the dark shape behind the wheel, Billy gave a kick to the front bumper for good measure. Ignoring the fact the metal nearly gave, even under a boot threatening to tear apart. He nearly went for the axe when the door swung open, but he’d managed more than a few fights these past few...weeks? months? years?...with just his fists and by god he wasn’t about to lose a fight now. Not until he figured this out.

Still, his hands dropped as the figure stepped out and, for once, he didn’t know what to say.

“Shit.”

[executiioner]

IT FELT LIKE HER SKIN WAS GOING TO CRAWL OFF HER BONES. when she had moved to hawkins, it was to escape the empty spaces she couldnt fit into back home. to find a place she belonged, out from under the weight of her family disappointment. but when the sun set in the small indiana town, her instincts screamed at her to run. her heart raced like a scared rabbit, beating against her rib cage. hair stood up on the back her neck, goosebumps prickled along her arms. her abuela said that she was born with her third eye wide open, that she could feel what lied beyond the veil. the problem was that she didnt know what it was or why, it just made her want to run.

so she did. her tennis shoes slapped against the pavement through the suburb, black curls wild as street lamps passed over head. she hadnt realized when the sidewalk had turned into asphalt, not until she heard tires squealing. the girl froze in the road, turning to look for for headlights to blind her as the car screamed its way to a stop mere centimeters from her legs. her chest rose and fell, dark wide eyes met a boys through the wind shield— " do you drive with your eyes closed? jesus. " anger was better than fear, she can work with anger.

@starsinshadows liked for a starter for steve !

[masterwcrk]

@starsinshadows: [ 📲 sms: ]  i could talk to you all night. [elementary clary + musician kaz]

→ [ 💬 :: Kaz ] or hear me out, you could come help me grade papers and keep me awake

[demolitionsman]

@starsinshadows​ liked for a starter:

"You said this was a one-time-thing. Not a real step into your world”

[survivorofhellskitchen-a]

@starsinshadows liked for starter roulette and got...

"Do you think about him a lot?" Karen asks, wiping at the few tears that humiliatingly fell down rose cheeks. Under no circumstances did she think Matt would end up at the office, though maybe that was a stupid pretense considering A. he was just as much of a night owl as she was and B. his name was on the damn door, but Karen hadn't been able to sleep- though truly what was new about that? This time, however, she was up with thoughts of her mother...and how today marked another year passing from losing her- and the beginning of the unraveling of her entire family.

"Your dad? Sometimes she's all I ever think about....and it feels like I'm hearing her heart stop over and over again."

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

@starsinshadows gets a starter for matt /  A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

She’s finally gotten the kids — and yes, she knows that Steve would be very offended if he was to hear her say that out loud, but he is her baby cousin and he can deal with it, especially after what happened in the woods — tucked away for the night. Holidays used to be relaxing. Now her cousin and his friends are tangled up in a murder investigation. (The worst Maria ever did at another coven’s celebration was get high with the other witches her age.) She checks the bedroom doors one more time — all closed, no lights on — and heads back down the stairs. She can navigate the house with her eyes closed and leaves the lights off until she reaches the kitchen, unwilling to risk waking anyone. She’ll have a cup of tea and call… someone to complain without actually giving them any details. It might be a rumour around town that they can do magic, but she’s not about to give anyone more fodder for that. She flips the light on over the stovetop and starts the kettle boiling. The house settles around her, the sound familiar and reassuring. A coyote howls in the backyard and the light above her flickers. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and Maria glances towards the front of the house. She’s always had a knack for sensing when magic was being used, and it’s not the leftover magic from the bonfire that the others had dragged in with them. “Shit.”

There’s a knock at the door then and Maria rushes towards it, wanting to get there before it wakes anyone else in the house up. She’s the only one in a good enough shape to cast a spell at the moment anyway. “Hi.” She gasps, throwing the door open. “Matt.” Murdock, she thinks. She recognises him from town, one of the lawyers from the local firm. Maria’s never had much need for lawyers, so she doesn’t know them well, but she crosses paths with him at the coffee shop and sometimes one of his partners comes by the stall when they run it at the farmer’s market. “It’s — it’s really late, you know?” She glances up towards the sky. The moon’s drifting in and out behind some clouds, and there’s no way that anyone could even try and call this dusk. “What brings you out here? I can’t imagine you need fresh vegetables this urgently.”

[sersumdeorsum]

“no but just hear me out ! if we--” hand clamped over his mouth, and he raised his brow in surprise. his idea was good, he knew about a back way out of their that both eddie and steve could escape from without being seen. jason was after eddie, he wouldn’t let harrington get dragged into this. . . that wasn’t fair. trying to speak around the hand, he furrowed his brow when he couldn’t. it wasn’t long before he shoved his spit-covered tongue against steve’s hand in an attempt to get him to remove the fucking thing. any other circumstance he might’ve played along, but they needed to fucking leave. he gestured with his hand, pointing towards a door at the back that would lead out into the woods. . . then it was just through there and they were back on the road. where hopefully steve had his car. he had driven here. . . right ? @starsinshadows​