#trckstaer

[etherealstarr]

@trckstaer: “ Are you having a breakdown ? ” — Glitch !

“Kind of. Why? You wanna watch a grown woman lose her mind?” Ava asked somewhat teasingly, though her expression was twisted with fear.

[oldnectaric]

@trckstaer asked: ' Something has to change. ' – Persephone to Makaria !

"and what makes you think it's going to?" bitterness seeped into every syllable, a stark contrast to makaria's usual upbeat demeanour. she did not mean to be so harsh, but after so many years of watching the same problem unfold, despite their many efforts... it was hard to be hopeful. even for her. even when it came to her father.

makaria reached for a piece of bread set out on the table between them, her own meal long discarded. she didn't eat the bread, instead ripping it into tiny chunks, each one tugged away harder than the one before. "we've been down this path before, mom. he doesn't want to stop drinking. he loves it more than he's ever loved me, so i'm just... i'm tired, okay? i don't know what to do."

[heroeslogic-moved]

"you're looking at my boobs, you know," she chuckled. alice rarely if ever made fun of anything matt did that might be affected by his blindness. this though, she was pretty sure was fair game since he was trying to make it seem like he could see. "up a little more, unless you're trying to make it look like you're looking at my chest," she whispered with a soft smile. "my boobs look good in this shirt, i don't think anyone with working eyes is going to judge you for it, but in some circles it's not polite."

silly surprise starter for @trckstaer / matt murdock because i had an idea i couldn't shake*

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

clary walked into the lab, walking past the tables of tools and robots to where harley was working under a light. she was being extra quiet so that he didn't hear her coming. when she did, she held a tiny plastic microphone under her chin and spoke to a non existent audience (although, she was sure jarvis was listening). "coming to you live from the tower, this is clary stark, reporting live with harley keener. what are you working on harley?" she then held the microphone out to under his chin.

STARTER for @trckstaer / harley keener *

[sevenbulletsavior]

When Foggy asked if Candace could stay with Karen while he and Matt went upstate to talk to their client and the witness that was hiding there in fear, Karen had agreed without hesitation. There was no point in dragging the girl upstate during a school week, to begin with, and Karen was staying behind to man the office and finish up her own work. It would be nice to have someone else in her apartment for a little while as well.

Getting used to a teenager in her apartment took a bit of an adjustment, but by the third night Karen and Candace had settled into a comfortable enough routine with each other. It did force Karen to have to actively cook and tend to household chores while the girl was present, but she didn't mind that as much.

Sometimes Karen needed to remember how to not be alone.

It was their last evening together before Matt and Foggy would return, and Karen was working on chopping up the vegetables for a stir fry. She heard the lock of the door click, the sound of feet crossing the threshold and a bag dropping on the floor of the entry hallway. Buck was waiting patiently, entire body wagging in excitement as the girl crossed into the living room. "How was your day?" was Karen's first remark, glancing back to see the girl pausing to ruffle Buck's face before she moved to the kitchen area.

❛  what  can  i  do ?  ❜ was @trckstaer's response, sleeves rolled up and hands being scrubbed in the sink.

There was a smile from the blonde, a shake of her head given as she finished cutting up the last bell pepper. "You can grab yourself a drink and sit down and not worry about I thing. I've got it all covered." All she had to do was get her pan ready and the cooking could commence.

[spectrophobias]

✨️ closed starter for @trckstaer ! ✨️

for the first time in her life, thalia had found peace. she hadn't been consciously aware of it, hadn't had a real emotion past the terror as a monster tore into her arm even as she speared it, the flood of relief as she saw luke push annabeth past what must have been the boundaries of the camp. and then there was nothing. and that was where the peace came in, the absolute nothingness of it all, the silence. It was something that she had never felt before, and she settled into it, unthinking and moving, allowing it all to wrap around her like a warm, fluffy blanket.

and then it had stopped.

coming back to life, so to speak, had been absolutely fucking terrifying. suddenly, she could feel the air in her lungs, hear the world around her through more than a haze, and most jarringly, annabeth had been there. but she wasn't annabeth, because she was big, and annabeth was small, and how did she look so close to thalia's age now? where was luke? the explanations were terrible, the realization that she had woken up only to be thrown into the middle of a war, and really, she could have cried, had her pride allowed her to. she hated being back, she wanted the quiet to come back. she didn't want the weight of a prophecy on her shoulders, she was just so fucking sick of it all.

she had waited for luke to reach out to her. she knew that he would, once he heard that she was back. he had to. how would he ever do something like this and not include her? and soon enough he had, and they had arranged to meet at one of their old hideouts, a little cave just a couple miles outside of camp. she would go alone, had no intentions of telling anyone in the camp, but it made her uncomfortable not to even mention it to annabeth. they would be able to sway her if it was the both of them, right? she hoped. 

uncharacteristically, thalia was early, pushing past the vines and ducking through a dip to come into the open space. there wasn't much, a couple of makeshift beds and a couple cans of food left, but it hit her with a nostalgia so so strong that it hurt. she hadn't seen luke since she'd woken up, and she missed him so fucking much. she was a little nervous, not sure what he would look like, what he would say, how any of this would go. all she knew was… well, what he was saying wasn't wrong. and she missed him. and gods, fuck, if she was going to be thrown in the middle of all this, she needed him. fuck. she sat down, elbows in her knees and head in her hands, sighing and trying to push her worries away. this was luke, she was going to see, for fuck's sake. what could possibly go so wrong that she needed to be worrying like this?

[atv-migrated]

@trckstaer sent crown of silver. sender congratulates the receiver on their political engagement, hiding their true affection for the receiver. — Loras for Kat ( but between them ) !

kat had many feelings about the engagement. she'd known it was coming ever since her mother and father began discussing potential marriage matches. she had not had much, if any say in it, but she had dreaded it. loras and highgarden had always been where she'd pinned her hope. save from not marrying at all, she wanted nothing more than to be among the flowers, and now with luck that was coming true! finally she might be able to breathe easy away from the life she'd always known in king's landing.

"thank you, i look forward to our union," she told him, smiling softly. she was glad there was something she could look forward to honestly. she'd worried so much that she might dislike or disappoint her husband. the last one would still likely be the case, but she had hope. "and i especially look forward to getting to know your home. i've heard it's very beautiful." she had been civil, as was expected of her. they might yet be able to make something of this if she continued to be so.

[shadowbrn]

catarina  loss  (  @trckstaer  )  said  to  george  lovelace  ;  " do you need a doctor ? "

george  pauses,  thinking  about  the  question.  realistically?  yeah,  he  probably  does.  but  he's  supposed  to  be  good  enough  to  have  runes.  they  put  him  in  the  elite  track  and  all  that  .  .  .  but  he  knew  the  truth,  and  catarina  loss  clearly  did  as  well.  all  of  his  teachers  knew  the  truth.  hell,  they  had  to.  the  terror  there  would  be  if  they  put  a  rune  on  him?  he  was  as  mundane  as  everyone  else  in  his  track,  and  that  meant  his  injuries  had  to  be  treated  differently  from  the  rest  of  them.  ❝  probably.  ❞  he  muttered,  wincing  in  pain,  ❝  there's  more  blood  than  i  ever  wanted  to  see  in  my  life.  ❞