#universeofmuses

[the-purple-hero]

@universeofmuses

{🔥}—; "Not sure how we keep ending up in these messes pal." Spyro said to Sparx, the small dragonfly at his side who responded in a buzz and shaking his head.

Seemed like someone was messing with the portals again because the one that was supposed to send him home didn't seem to be working properly and led to some trouble he'd have to figure out. Luckily the portals are protected so not just anyone can wander through them, and are hidden. Not only that, but it sent him to some other realm he didn't recognize meaning that he had gotten a little lost, especially since he hadn't yet seen anyone. For now, given he now had a lot of time on his hands he decided to go exploring.

He could see that he was on the edge of some kind of island as he looked around after finding the edge led to the vast ocean. It looked like night had already fallen and the sun hadn't yet begun to rise, but it wouldn't be too long until then.

The purple dragon turned around and made his way through the woods, hearing noises in the far distance but didn't yet know there was actually a village on the other side of the mountain and the woods he was currently walking through. Although he was nearing the edge of the woods, Sparx insisted he should rest for the remainder of the night given he hadn't slept in a while. He was always full of energy, but neither of them really knew what awaited them in this land. Regardless, with an eye roll he shook his head. "C'mon pal, I'm not tired."

But Sparx insisted a small nap wouldn't hurt, as he nudged him. "I'll keep an eye out for anything while you do." Spyro finally decided to listen to him, despite how stubborn he could be. He found a small clearing covered by bushes, so he wouldn't immediately be noticed by anyone passing by unless they stumbled on him.

With that he rested his forepaws under his head and made himself comfortable up as he wrapped his tail around himself as Sparx rested between his horns on top of his head and decided to keep watch for a bit.

[amarvelousmencgerie]

@universeofmuses

Kara came out from the bathroom and looked at Steve. She'd always had full blond curls that were shiny and almost inhuman. Now, her hair was an auburn brown and she'd made it stick straight. Sucking in a deep breath, looking around the small safehouse, knowing they'd need to leave in a few days and go deeper into Russia.

"Steve, I don't like it." She took her hair into her fingers looking down at it, her shoulders slumping. She knew she needed to do this, keep a low profile but both of them looked so different. He'd died his own blond hair dark brown, grown out a beard and looked so different but still so handsome.

"Do you like? Tell me it doesn't look as bad as I think."

[redlineoffate]

semi plotted starter for @universeofmuses

Morgan woke up very early and could not fall asleep. How can she sleep when she has a birthday today! Dad promised to give her something special on her Birthday! How can she keep curiosity? Especially now, when she has more friends and one older brother. Big party! Morgan got out of bed. Quietly descending on the stairs, she snuck into the parents' room and pull the dad for the T-shirt several times to draw his attention.

"Dad. Da-ad! This is tomorrow already. You promised to give me something special tomorrow on my birthday. Tomorrow has come!"

[valarmorghclis]

@universeofmuses​ (sansa stark) and I (jocasta baratheon) plotted a thread

Leave, Jocasta, her queen mother had said in days after her little brother’s death. she took that as an invitation to leave king’s landing and she did. she took her loyal guards - guards that has been with her since she was babe and growing up into the woman that she is - old and young - had followed her, protected her whenever she leaves the safety of the red keep. 

her guards had asked where they were doing and all she had said, somewhere i know that i can be safe and someone i can trust. it didnt take them long to figure it out. they were heading north. 

she heard that her good friend, lady sansa stark is alive and now back in her birth place, winterfell, and it has been a couple of years since she last saw her. she had never blame sansa or her uncle tyrion for the death of her cruel brother, unlike her mother who immediately put blame on tyrion and sansa, not knowing that joffrey had made enemies elsewhere. 

sixty-nine days later, she had finally spotted the familiar walls of winterfell. seven years it has been since she was last here, where everything had started. her guards surrounded her as they made way to the gates of winterfell, which had opened on their arrival. 

the northerners stopped and stared at them as she rode up to the castle itself, when she spotted the familiar faces of the last surviving starks. She has not even seen bran and arya in seven years, surprised that the two youngest starks had survived. 

jocasta got off her horse, making her way over to them, and stopped in front of sansa.

“lady sansa.” 

[whomuses]

@universeofmuses from here

Kate knew exactly what Peter was saying, she had that moment shortly after she had sent her mother to jail for murder on christmas eve. Sure it was her first go at the hero lifestyle, but she was thankful that Clint was there to help her. She quickly wrapped her arms around the man and held him close, "Its ok, you did your best." she said gently to him, "Its ok, you did your best." she repeated quietly to him, she wanted him to hear her and take it in, he did his best and that was all anyone could ask for. "I'm here for you Peter, you know that I'm here for you no matter what." she added after a moment or two.

"Thank you." he said, shoulders slumped and expression fragile. He hadn't meant for the words to explode out of him, but it was apparent Peter was exhausted. The second he was tugged into a hug, his face buckled and he started to cry. His shoulders shook, sniffling against her chest. "Than- thank you - shit -"

[heavyweighthappy]

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“Hey--” Happy put a hand on his former boss’ arm, not letting him sit up too far. It was still pretty touch and go. They said him waking up would be a miracle. They said there was severe internal damage. They said he had died on the table. They had all been prepared for the worse. Friday had more or less kept his heart going but Pepper had let go. She’d let him go, thinking there was nothing else to be done. 

But they were all wrong. Maybe they should have known better not to underestimate the stubbornness of Tony Stark. Pepper and Morgan were at home, Pepper trying to keep things normal. Happy, Rhodey and the others, especially Peter, were trading off shifts.

“Well, you did, actually. Something else you can brag about now.” Happy smiled through misty eyes. “You did it, Tony. It worked.”

[badxmotivator]

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“Oh, no one could have made that shot like you. Everyone’s talking about you.”

He appreciated how humble Luke was, how quick the other, slightly younger man was to also praise Bodhi. He really could have used that now. Fresh from his coma, not long out of the medical bay, still getting used to his new arm and leg. He didn’t want the synthetic skin. Not yet. Maybe later, but for now... He just didn’t feel like pretending nothing had happened.

Still, Luke being this friendly and gracious was something Bodhi sorely needed. He didn’t know if he’d call Luke his hero. But he was certainly a hero. Luke a little more in the spotlight right now, a little more... palatable kind of hero. The crackshot, the farm boy, the Jedi. Not an ex-Imperial cargo pilot who barely made it off Scariff alive and was unconscious for long enough to be relatively forgotten.

[my-many-muse-rp-blog]

THE START OF SOMETHING @universeofmuses

Jenn sat at the bar. She’d just finished her shift for the night. She was now sitting on one of the barstools, one foot relaxed on a rung the other swinging loosely as she sipped her gin and tonic. She always had one before heading home. Her silver grey eyes scanned the busy space with bodies slowly filing in for a night of drinks and dancing. But her eyes landed on the man a few seats down from her. Looking at him for a moment and realizing he was looking at her too.

Feeling a piece of her red hair fall out of her braid she huffed a pulled her attention from the stranger to her hair tucking the piece back into place behind her ear. She sighed. She had had plans to go out after her bartending shift, however her “date” seems to have ghosted her. No messages all day. She then, looked at the man again only for an instant to see if he still was looking toward her.