#thread 2

Kara's eyes were focused on making sure that the measurements were perfect. She wouldn't have much metal to make it exactly how she wanted. He was a bit bigger than Steve so giving him a shield that fit his height took a few adjustments but she hoped that with the old shield documents and the ones from Wakanda, she could get it in one go. If not, she'd need to go back down to the ship and get more.

Rarely using tools for cutting metal, she heard the door swoosh open, Kara waved, not able to talk because she was using her eyes to weld the material they didn't have a torch hot enough to do it. She was glad that he'd been free since they were needing to leave tomorrow and she didn't want him going without a new shield... one that would help keep him safe and not even Sentry could bend.

After she'd finished, Kara placed the round disk down so that the edges would cool and she looked up. Her eyes brightened back to blue as she moved quickly and wrapped her arms around his neck. He'd just gotten back from a short recon with Bucky and she also needed to do some work on his suit to figure out what was going on.

The illusory magic gives more than one guest pause, but even in the hesitation, there's something deeply exciting about this: Pasithee's magic or no, the flarelet surveys the opulent decoration, the sea of masks, and finds a burgeoning joy in it all. All hidden from sight, but all ready to mingle: It's the perfect opportunity to be yourself, or be someone completely else.

It'll make the guessing fun too, if guessing's part of the game.

They've made their decision on what they want to be. What about the others? Smoothly taking a set of glasses from a table along with a few delicate vanilla biscuits, they catch the eye of an empty-handed passerby by extending to them a glass of sparkling pear wine.

At: Live Long and Pawsper Animal Rescue, Dinner, Touring the town

Dogs, Dinner, Great Company

A week.

At least, Astarion thinks it's been a week since he's been here, delirious now with hunger. He was sure this was the path towards his home, trying what seemed to be a shortcut, wanting to stick to alleyways and avoid being seen in this pathetic state.

He had some dignity left.

That is until the world turned abruptly, his body swaying only for his elegance to fall flat, head clocking the dark green dumpster. He grunts as his body hits the ground next to it, just shy of hitting a puddle of filth.

He lays there, eyes shut as pain rocks through him, hunger pulsing through fangs and fingertips until he's fighting back frantic sobs.

I'll rest a moment before I get back up. Just a short rest and I can keep moving. I am stronger than my hunger. Granted, he'd have had something somewhat substantial by now recently, he's used to it for two hundred years.

[ @wade-jensen​ asked... ☮ Your muse using my muse’s chest as a pillow. ]

“Can I cuddle with you, Wade?”

Cherry entered their cell, her hands still shaking and trying not to look as shaken as she was. Another bad run in with a vampire, one she’d been attacked by before. He’d just scared her, spoken threateningly to her but not even touched her. Still, she needed to feel safe. And the fact that Wade was a vampire helped.

[ cont from here with @professorrosier ]

“You flatterer.” 

Wat smirked, shaking his head, hardly believing a compliment was a compliment from Raziel Rosier. He shrugged off the grey jacket, his costume monochromatic to give the impression of a spirit. He implemented the Pepper’s Ghost technique for an even more ghostly effect. His hair stuck up wildly, sprayed whitish grey, along with his beard and mustache, easily removed with a simple shower. He hung up the coat and glancing over to Raziel as he spoke the flower caught him off guard entirely.

“Maybe next year we’ll do White Christmas. I could play Danny Kaye’s part but--”

Wat started for just a moment before narrowing his eyes suspiciously. For a moment. Then he unbuttoned his vest, and untucked the shirt from his waistband, unbuttoning his cuffs, he stepped closer.

So my old thread of moodboards is becoming WAY too long and keeps glitching as I try to reblog it so as I work on my Moodboard master, I’m creating a new thread! I know, exactly what you guys wanted, huh?

Anyways, here’s Moodboard thread 1 and welcome to Moodboard thread 2!