Author: themusechronicle

Hey guys, so I’m online for a bit while I eat dinner after work. Gonna try to finish knocking out the few replies I have and then the starters [which got bigger since my last count, yay!]. Work from 1130am-3pm my time and then maybe a friend of mine is coming over to hang out so I can show her Shadowhunters and get her on the SH boat. XD 

If anyone wants anythign particular, let me know! <3<3

Alright my Lovelies!

First off…45 followers? How even? But yes, hello and welcome to the insanity that is my life. Feel free to stalk things, check out my fanfiction (tagged as tmcff) and like starter calls/reply to any opens (yes I’m working on more open starters, life is just busy af). I can take a while and 90% of the time I live off my queue. I hope you aren’t expecting quality, cuz whoever told you I was is lying (in my opinion anyway).

To aeveryone following/role-playing with me! I have about 20 minutes beforw work, but I currently have everything I know of drafted (including the starter from @thesunisalonetoo ) and I will try to knock them out when I get home tonight and/or when I get off work tomorrow afternoon. I love you all!

Also a reminder that all my muses are open for all types of things. :3

New Home | lostshieldandhammer

lostshieldandhammer

Steve slowly shook his head. “It happened a lot,” he said quietly. “If I didn’t do or say what they wanted me to, they just wouldn’t let me eat for a couple of days or until I’d apologized. Sometimes, it was almost worse to do that than anything else.”

Peter shook his head. “That’s ridiculous. No one should be abused like that.” His hands gripped the steering wheel tight, angry at the thought of someone being abused simply for being themselves. “You’ll find life within the Hale pack is much less stressful.” he explained, making his way to the diner. As they parked, he looked around. “Alright, just so you are aware, you can have whatever you like, no matter the price.” he promised. 

Home at Last || lostshieldandhammer

lostshieldandhammer

“I’m so tired, Tony,” he whispered softly. “Sleep first then food. Help me to bed?” he looked at his husband and reached out, brushing hair from Tony’s face. “You need a hair cut,” he teased tiredly, leaning in to kiss him softly. “I’m just glad to finally be home again.”

Tony knew Steve needed to eat, but if he couldn’t stay awake, food would have to wait for sure. He took a slow breath and nodded, wishing he’d pushed the issue and made Steve take him along. He returned the kiss willingly, just glad Steve was home where he belonged. He pulled back to help Steve up, laughing a little. “Yeah, well, I had more important thing on my mind than cutting my hair, y’know.” he countered, guiding them to bed and helping Steve get in before going to their dresser to change into some pajamas.