#「 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 ! 」

[mcmochii]

      𓂅      ⋯    ⠀›   Com seu fiel escudeiro Kuroi atrás de si, carregando uma cesta de doces para que a mãe os enfeitiçasse quando necessário, Momoiro agora auxiliava os feridos que haviam procurado sua cafeteria. Os mais graves eram prontamente enviados para o hospital ou para algum outro local que pudesse melhor tratar de suas mazelas, enquanto outros ela assumia a missão de curar respeitosamente.   ❛    Feche os olhos, querido. Não quero que veja o próximo.    ❜   Indicou à Kuroi, e o garoto prontamente fechou os olhos com força. Um osso quebrado era informação demais para o pequeno. Momo tratou de corrigir a posição do braço aleatório o mais rápido possível, e em seguida olhou para a companhia ao lado.   ❛    Onde que você o encontrou? Parece que uma empilhadeira passou por cima...    ❜   Comentou, com as sobrancelhas franzidas em preocupação. Buscou a cestinha de doces que Kuroi segurava, revirando o conteúdo antes de encontrar um potinho com ursinhos de gelatina. Diante do toque da semideusa, eles ganharam vida, e ela indicou que a pessoa machucada abrisse a boca antes de guiar alguns dos ursinhos para sua garganta.   ❛    Não olhe assim... Eles estão se sacrificando para descobrir se nossa amizade aqui não tem nenhum dano interno. Isso é perfeitamente normal.    ❜   Disse, sem tirar os olhos de seu trabalho.

Kuroi é filho dela, um garoto asiático de cerca de 4 anos. Seu personagem pode ser a pessoa ferida, a pessoa que a levou até ali, ou até mesmo outra pessoa sem nenhuma ligação com essa cena específica.

[luvcrs]

open to: anyone ! muse: luna rivera — 22, she/her, bisexual, sociology student.

"did she make you feel as good as i do? did you think about me while you fucked her?"

[mvrphyslcw]

      𓂅      ⋯    ⠀›   ❛    Até parece que eu ia cuidar dessa meninada. Você deixaria crianças sob meu comando sabendo a quantidade de álcool que tem no meu sangue? Não sei se é idiota ou corajoso da sua parte.   ❜   Como uma forma de ilustrar o que dizia, retirou um frasco metálico do bolso e entornou um gole generoso do conteúdo. Poderia ser vinho, água ou qualquer coisa mais forte. Soltou um suspiro em seguida, sorrindo.   ❛    Cara, sei lá... Só senta e aproveita o show. Essa merda vai acabar explodindo a qualquer momento, você quer mesmo se envolver? Não estão nem precisando de mim para causar pânico, a coisa está boa mesmo... Papai deve estar feliz no submundo dos deuses ou sei lá para onde eles vão depois que morrem.    ❜

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[selfsabotaqe]

*       ♡     ◞      open starter      ╱    open to men & nb.

“ what, so you don’t even say goodbye anymore to the poor guys you’re screwing? ”   words were prompted by the sight of roommate wandering outside of their bedroom, clearly still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. tone attempted to mask the bitter nature that hid behind them as lighthearted jest, and gaze averted to shield the look he could never hide.   “ he left like half an hour ago, in case you're looking for him. ”

[foretales]

“ does it count as participating today if i am, at least, half-irish? ” no idea what darla was. ( not that he has any recollection of her whatsoever: the only thing he knows of her is that he has her eyes. everything else came from dad. ) maybe she was Italian? he talks with his hands a lot, anyway, and could live off of lasagna if he were given free rein. “ did you celebrate saint patricks when you lived in ireland? you know, during the foromorians. ” a dimpled smirk blossoms across his face, cocking his head to the side. “ or was it during the jurassic period? can never tell. ”

@wildbloomed / angel & connor

[luvcrs]

"if you don't mind, i'd really rather we don't." bianca responds, cheeks visibly flushed. her desire to crawl in a hole and never come out strengthening by the minute. "you really think that's any of your business? just forget about it."

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . open starter: to all ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

♡ muse: andres ortiz. early-twenties.  ♡ plot: y/m accidentally sent andres their n*des, days later he's bringing it up

"are we really not going to talk about it?" brows quirks as light chuckles falls from lips. leaning in closely towards the other, "it definitely wasn't meant for me, who was it for?"

[antiidote]

↪ 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 : renata "ren" montalván.

[luvcrs]

open to: anyone ! plot: linked in source !

"you know, you can self-sabotage all you want," jax breathed, fingers twisting nervously behind his back. he wasn't always able to express his feeling so easily. "but i think you should get over it because whether you like it or not, i'm on your side. i can handle you."

[luvcrs]

"well, clearly, i've just mastered the art of being completely oblivious." leti chuckled in response, shaking their head. honestly, they were just so blinded by their fear of ruining their friendship that they'd failed to pick up on anything. but, leti had to reason if emilia hadn't put her toe across that line, they would've done it at some point. "look," leti reached out to grab emilia's hand, taking them gently in their own. "i'm sorry i didn't say anything sooner myself. i was just fearful of ruining our friendship. i mean, we've known each other for so long. i reasoned to myself that i didn't want to let anything jeporadize that. but the thought of you being with anyone else makes me want to hurl."

the only thing on emilia's mind was how the hell she was either going to change the subject or run away from this all. she was already regretting the admittance she made to leti, knowing this could potentially ruin the well cared for friendship they already had. but she figured if she didn't say it now, when would she? thoughts and actions froze once leti took her hands, as if she were a deer in headlights. "you're-- flattered?" she repeated out of surprise, but eventually barked up the courage to respond. "how could you not? honestly, i thought i made it embarrassingly obvious, but... good to know i'm still decent at being subtle."

[mvrphyslcw]

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭    closed : @labsyrinth

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭    prompt : 'did you just smear that on my face?'

      𓂅      ⋯    ⠀›   Os olhos semicerrados fixaram-se em Selin como se ela houvesse o ofendido em primeiro lugar. Dando início à cultura de pequenas provocações entre ambos, Fearghus havia pego um pouco do creme de ervilha em seu prato no jantar e passado na boca dela, apenas para calá-la e fazê-la parar de falar sobre o batom de outra campista.   ❛    Não se sinta especial. Eu já espalhei coisas piores em outros rostos.    ❜   Deu de ombros, esperando pela óbvia vingança que viria em seguida. Mas era divertido mexer com Selin, e Fearghus não queria admitir que precisava de um pouco de descontração naquele momento, assim como a maioria do Acampamento. Não apenas lidavam com o luto, mas também com a súbita ameaça representava pelas milhares de presas e garras regenerando-se em alta velocidade que rodeavam o perímetro naquele instante; ele tinha que se divertir de algum modo.   ❛    Bom, pelo menos você gosta de ervilha, né? Porquinhos costumam comer qualquer verdura, eu acho...    ❜   Levantou as sobrancelhas em uma falsa expressão inocente, um sorriso ladino no canto de seus lábios ao enfiar uma folha de alface inteira na boca.

[selfsabotaqe]

*       ♡     ◞      continued from here      ╱    for @invcntions .

maybe if his mind was not so particularly preoccupied with the faint scratch of stubble underneath his fingertips and the specks of what appeared to be gold in the brown of his eyes, he would have had time to think. or overthink how easily the rush and impatience in their previous touches mellowed into tenderness that was usually reserved for select few. maybe it still was, but the name of noah now scribbled as a new addition to that list.   “ guess we’ll have to find out next time, sweetheart, ”   he murmured under his breath, the nickname slipping from the tip of his tongue without further thought as the other began to brush his fingers back through his dark locks. his mouth certainly moved faster than his head did now, all courtesy of the man in his arms who muddled his head more and more. but there was no doubt there would be a next time, as with every night that passed with noah tangled into his bed sheets things seemingly got better.   “ what i was thinking about? ”   he repeated the question back to him, words laced with a breathy laugh as his hand moved to cup his cheek properly. he sucked in a breath as he wallowed in the silence between them for a moment, before smile began to pull at the corners of his mouth.   “ this, for one. thinking about every single thing i wanted to do to you when i saw you again, ”   he began, his thumb moving to brush across his cheekbone absentmindedly,  “ and your lips. ”   admittedly those wandered through his thoughts more often than not but there was something new about them this time around.   “ you’ve never kissed me before as you were leaving. ”   perhaps he expected to mind the definite cross of some arbitrarily established line of what constituted casual and what didn’t but there was no indication of that. not in the tone of his voice, not in the way his heart had began beating a little faster, not in the way he needed a moment to collect himself after shutting the door.   “ what’s been on your mind? ”

[foretales]

a wave of fondness sweeps over armand so swiftly as he looks up from where he had been tinkering away, pulling apart the broken tablet she mentions. it was done for, no good to anyone and armand was just about down stripping it when sybelle had approached and, in truth, there was no possible way he could deny her. the smile that pulls at his lips is incredibly bright, near matching her own before he lets out a chuckle as he glances at the tablet, then back to her.

"alright, but... we should go outside to do it. we don't want to risk setting the whole house ablaze." head tilts for a moment, allowing himself to truly feel that warmth that spreads through him before gathering the tablet. "do you think a few matches will be enough? i have... other options."

benji once asked sybelle why she calls armand baba, like him, than appa. at the time, she did it because benji did it. it made her feel included when fox always ensured she wasn't seen or heard unless he wanted it. appa viewed her and her eomma the same, obvious in his favor for his eldest, blonde-haired and blue-eyed first born that was a spitting image of himself. the title of appa leaves a poor aftertaste in her mouth; armand, baba, is like a weighted blanket when the world gets too loud. baba is safe.

most importantly, baba always ensures she's both seen and heard.

her eyes widen dramatically and she quickly blows out the lit match, before bending down and placing the opened matchbox on the table, and tossing the formerly lit match stick in the trash. she's nearly vibrating with energy, excitement, her fingers begin to flex and the urge to spin around and around is great, but that used to make fox mad. flexing her fingers or rocking back-and-forth made him mad, too, or when she would speak about the history of language without prompting --- everything she did made him mad. instead, she settles with bouncing on her feet, her toes curling and uncurling. ❝ fire? ❞ clearly the only thing she cares about, the how or why doesn't matter.

[luvcrs]

"me too, baby." julia beamed in return, another endless smile crossing her features. she chuckled at the very thought of them being two careless teens, young and in love. "i can just picture all the adventures we'd be going on... something even tells me we'd still be doing just this, running off and getting hitched without a care in the world." julia might've had the nerve to defy her father way sooner. she knew it did no good to dwell on the past and could only focus on where they were now. "oh, i definitely don't care either. we're happy and that's all that matters." the thoughts and opinons of others couldn't dictate her life anymore; she was sure of that now more than ever. julia smirked at ashton's words, wiggling her eyebrows playfully. "that might've factored into why i picked this one in the first place." a giggle slipped out as she pressed her lips tenderly to the underside of ashton's jaw.

julia would never get tired of the feeling of her lips against ashton's, which made it all the harder for her to keep her hands to herself. she, too, would be surprised if they made it home without stopping. eventually, she relented. "okay, okay, i'm getting in." julia laughed, her arms wrapping around their neck as she was deposited into the passenger side. "i'll never get tired of hearing it either." she reached over, grabbing ashton's hand and linked their fingers together. her other hand remained innocently in her lap the entire ride back.

after they arrived, julia was quick to drag ashton up the stairs and into the privacy of the apartment. letting out a groan, julia closed the door and pressed ashton against it. "fucking finally." she murmured against their lips, arms eagerly going to wrap around their neck. the car ride had felt like an entire lifetime, and she was certainly sure they wouldn't be seeing the light of day for the next day or so. julia looked up at ashton, batting her eyelashes mischievously. "please take this dress off me now."

"you have no idea just how excited that makes me." ashton beamed at her, "do you know how much sneaking around i got up to back then? i know we would have had fun." a laugh escaped them, "i might not be able to sneak you out of your folks place but i think we can find many other situations that would require that." julia was everything, ashton still had no idea how they'd managed to charm her, the woman in front of them so proud to be theirs. something that made them feel like the wealthiest person on the planet. "i could not give less of a fuck about who sees us together." and that included her father or anyone else who was out to tear them apart. over their dead body would be the only way and even then they knew julia would refuse. "i can tell," they grinned, nipping at her lips, "your ass in this dress, i don't want to stop touching."

as julia smoothed their collar, ashton looked at them with nothing but adoration, their eyes so soft on her features. the smile on their face grew bright as they heard her refer to them as her husband and they leaned in, kissing her so hard, showing her just how it made them feel that she respected their wishes to use the more masculine term. knowing they had to tone it down for those in the store, once julia had had finished kissing their lips, ash knew they had to at least try to control themself.

"we better not be late for it then. i won't stand for tardiness." they joked, imitating her father with their last sentence, laughing as they placed a kiss into her head. ashton was glad that julia quickly took their hand and dragged them out of the store, not wanting to know what kind of indent the rings had put into their bank account. if only julia knew how hearing her call them handsome made them feel, there truly were no words to describe the pride they felt, the confidence it gave them. before they even had a chance to try and tell her they felt themself pushed up against the car. their dimpled grin was enormous as they kissed her back hungrily. they would be even lucky to make it home at this point without pulling over multiple times. "you better get in the car before i lose all my self control." wrapping an arm around her, they easily lifted her as they opened the door, putting her down to assist her up into their jeep, "mrs mathews — " they greeted with a playful smile. they jumped in the driver's seat and glanced at her, "i will never, ever get tired of calling you that."

[luvcrs]

open to: anyone ! plot: linked in source !

"hear me out for a minute — next time you make a booty call, can you please make it at a reasonable hour like 10 pm and not 2 am?"

[luvcrs]

Malaki couldn't help but to chuckle at her response. "You definitely seem like the no-bullshit type in this place." Malaki could only imagine with how big the hospital was, it was probably easy for things to spread quite quickly. They had learned fairly quickly though that Sofia didn't seem like the type to let things like that bother her. They noticed the tinge on her cheeks and couldn't help but to smile softly to themselves. Malaki felt right giddy themselves at the night set out for them. "You know I'd really like to hear about this carnage you speak of." Once they were across the street and at the bar, they opened the door and stepped aside again. "Ladies first." They grinned.

Sofia smiled as soon as she saw him, putting her bag over her shoulder as she joined him by the reception. "Oh they always give me a hard time. I'm used to that by now, I can handle it." She said, everyone always wanted to know what everyone else was doing, and most of the time she didn't budge. Sofia knew people gossiped, they gossiped about her none stop, she didn't want to give them more ammunition. She blushed when he said she looked beautiful and followed him outside, even just him holding the door for her she found sweet. "Oh carnage as always, but I get more concerned when it's not."

[mvrphyslcw]

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭    closed : @joelnotbilly

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭    prompt : 'was that your foot?'

      𓂅      ⋯    ⠀›   Ergueu uma sobrancelha diante da pergunta, um sorriso matreiro adornando suas feições.   ❛    Sim, tesouro, eu estava tentando ser a gostosa dos filmes de ação e te seduzir subindo o pézinho pelo seu colo.    ❜   Finalizou a sentença com uma piscadinha, caindo na gargalhada logo em seguida para indicar a ironia.   ❛    Estamos no meio de uma discussão generalizada, amigo Joel, deve ter sido o rabo de alguém escapando das calças pela raiva ou um chicote, sei lá...    ❜    Deu de ombros, os olhos se arregalando por um momento ao olhar ao redor, como se pela primeira vez percebesse a absoluta balbúrdia que os cercava.   ❛    Isso está ficando desconfortável até para mim... Não tem um salgadinho nem uma pipoca? Caramba, já estivemos bem melhor de lunch break nesse lugar.    ❜