#MAGICANDSCIENCEMUSES. ( karen page. )

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

@magicandsciencemuses​ - karen liked for a canon dialogue starter from frank castle. 

"I'm not the one that dies, kid. I'm the one that does the killing. The thing is, every time I try to be someone different, that's when the wrong people get hurt."

[prophecyread]

           @magicandsciencemuses - karen sent in A MEME. // always accepting.

‘  Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.  ’

                 A hand shifted, dragging the red metal coffee mug to his lips, a hard swallow of the still brutally hot black coffee taken out of necessity, and the desire to buy time that he didn’t have to be talking.  Nothing he’d done had been out of any desire for the spotlight -- if anything, he’d spent most of his life trying to worm his way out of it.     “Well, then, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t see any heroes around,” Holden countered, his gaze shifting up to meet the bright blue eyes of the reporter, trying his best to keep his weariness from bleeding out in his words. 

[jundlcndwastes-moved]

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere {from Karen Page}

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere. // @magicandsciencemuses

               ANNA HADN’T SEEN IT COMING. It was funny to her, too, because usually she was so good at predicting when someone was about to lay one on her. You could call it personal experience or whatever you wanted to, but she had been perseptive when it came to someone’s body language and way of speaking enough to know if they were about to kiss her. So yeah, it was kind of shocking to her when Karen suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips against hers. It was one of those “I’m just going to go for it” kind of kisses, she could tell by the way the kiss was hard against her soft lips but that didn’t mean it wasn’t enjoyable all the same, because it was. When the reporter did pull away, the corner of Anna’s lip curled up into a smile.  ❝ Well, I didn’t see that coming. I love a day full of surprises. ❞  Just incase Karen started to doubt if she should have done it at all, Anna reached out and pushed her hand back through the woman’s bright blonde hair, cupping the back of her neck and retaliating with her own kiss to the woman’s lips.

[seesgood]

❝ Can I buy you a drink? ❞ She didn’t even introduce herself before approaching the blonde, never managing to be one for subtlety. A second later though, she backtracked. ❝ Sorry I’m not...I’m not hitting on you. I just... ❞  Caroline paused, trying to bite back the urge to smile too wide. ❝ I know who you are. Karen Page. New York Bulletin. You did the whole...what makes a hero, thing? Not to mention working on the The Punisher tried, I mean, talk about badass, right? ❞  She laughed, leaning a little to heavily on the bar as she stared at the blonde. ❝ My name’s Caroline. I’m...a big fan. ❞

@magicandsciencemuses    ⸺    marvel things ! 

[rubiesintherough]

“Drink this. It’ll help.” {from karen page to mahia}

(( @magicandsciencemuses — tba ))

Dark gaze rose slowly, meeting the other woman’s for a moment before dropping to the drink offered. The healer accepted the mug. But, she didn’t bring it to her lips, instead resting it on her lap, her nails tapping gently, nervously, against the sides.    “ Thank you… “     A flicker of a smile. She was grateful for this… though, she didn’t know if she could stomach even the smallest sip, yet. Mahia’s nerves were still so frayed. Hands were still  s h a k i n g  as they gripped tighter around the drink, her knuckled paling.    “ I truly appreciate it. “ 

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

   @magicandsciencemuses gets a random starter for karen from frank.

            “I just --”  Anxiety gnawed at the pit of his stomach, an unwelcome, and somehow unfamiliar feeling.  He’d long since given up concern for his own well being.  Surviving until it was done was all that was required.  All that had been required.  “I just needed to make sure you were okay.”  Again.  After being dragged into the sidelines of his war.  Again.  

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

   @magicandsciencemuses sent in a meme // karen to frank.

                           “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

             He was half distracted, staring into the mirror in frustration as he tried to knot the bowtie around his neck, shifting uncomfortably already in the penguin suit that was somehow supposed to help somebody like him blend into the fancy gala that loomed all too near in his future.  He’d insisted on going -- the threats that Karen had been receiving were too raw and insistent for him to not, but somehow he hadn’t processed the fact he’d have to wear ... this.  Dress blues, he’d have felt like a second skin.  The tux, all he could feel was every seam and inch of fabric that didn’t sit just right.  “Yeah, sure --” 

      And then he looked up, towards her, and any attempt at words slid away entirely, fingers suddenly still against his bowtie, a lump in his throat as he studied the outline and curves that the dress hid, and accentuated, in all its glory, neck bared with the exception of a simple necklace, hair swept up into a loose twist and cascade of curls.   “Uh -- yeah, sure,” he echoed, clearing his throat as he closed the distance, one hand placed delicately against her shoulder blade to brace and catch the edges of the fabric, holding them together as he carefully tugged against the zipper to pull it into place, tucking it out of sight between the folds of fabric.  “You ... look.  Real nice, Karen.”  His fingers lingered, for another moment, before he forced them away, a step back taken, a small smile offered as he pushed down all the things he might want to say, at that particular moment, and shouldn’t.

[prophecyread]

   @magicandsciencemuses - karen sent in A MEME. // always accepting.

“I can barely concentrate; I just keep thinking about you grabbing me and taking me.”

            The twist of lips, the smirk, it’s faint, and fast, and easily missed if one wasn’t watching for it, a sideways slink of a glance cast towards the strawberry blonde reporter who had found herself smack dab in the middle of the shit storm that was the Canterbury, a small tilt of his head towards her.   “I know the Cap drones on and all --”  A hand shifted, the outer edge of his hand drifting, tilted, grazing against the bend of her knee, teasing in its angle towards the inside of her thigh beneath the table of the mess on the Roci.  His voice was low, and rumbled, pitched just loud enough to be heard by her, even as his gaze turned back to settle on Holden, a pretense of attention paid as Holden recounted the latest rumors and reports that he felt the crew needed to be kept up to date on.  “But we gotta suck it up and pay attention -- right?”  His fingers curled, fingertips grazing against the inside bend of her knee, the heel of his palm settling against her thigh, dragging its way up towards her hip in tantalizingly slow fashion.