#🏹 ∘ ◦ — 「 threads. 」

[fcreststridcr]

Starter for @themassmaster 🍃🌻🏹

Tighnari had no idea where he ended up but everything around him seemed more modern or futuristic, many sounds hitting his long ears as he looks around.

Hopefully, no one sees him as he knew that he was unusual.

Unfortunately, some people did and that caused him to run, hoping to seek out a place to stay to figure out how he ended up here and why he was suddenly here.

He finds a structure just ahead as he then took refuge, hoping that whoever lives here didn't mind as it seems that he was in some sort of basement.

Best to wait until things were quiet to move out...

[brckenprcmises]

Starter // @frozcnlight

Ezra was having a slow day, almost hoping he'd run into someone that could use help so he'd have something to do. He hadn't slept, figuring if he didn't find something soon that he'd go home and try, but the concept didn't seem appealing. The small apartment was depressing, and it's not like he'd actually fall asleep anyways. He needed to be almost to the point of passing out to be willing to rest, it not being something that he did willingly very often.

He stopped a few feet from a girl, a natural beauty evident about her, long blonde hair flowing as he watched her for a moment. Her arms were full, almost to the point of dropping something on the ground. His legs moved before his brain caught up, grabbing stuff from her arms to help lighten her load.

"Lead the way, my arms are yours for now."

[braveisthename]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @thebeavty

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: castelo dunbroch.

Sentava-se no sofá, com as pernas esticadas sobre a mesa de chá da mãe e as mãos trabalhando em afiar as suas flechas quando a chegada de Belle foi anunciada por um dos criados. "Uau, olha quem decidiu aparecer!" O sarcasmo tingia os dizeres. Ela curvou os lábios, mas o sorriso não atingiu os olhos. "Finalmente conseguiu encontrar tempo para mim na sua agenda lotada..." Deixou as flechas de lado e cruzou os braços na altura do peito, atirando as costas para trás no sofá enquanto encarava a princesa com uma sobrancelha erguida. "Espero que tenha uma boa explicação para ter me ignorado pelas últimas duzentas mil semanas."

[gloriousncss]

( joanna & open 2/4 ) location: the courtyard near the nine pins game

"Thank you for fetching me that drink, that was very kind of you," Joanna stated all to cordially as her hand, all too carefully, grabbed the glass from their hand. Though she maintained a deceivingly demure countenance, her emerald eyes were all the while searching the glass for any signs of trouble. With so many royals dying, one could never be too careful. "Now, normally, this would be the part where I demonstrate how I can outdrink anyone in this palace," she snickered, but the playful laughter would only last for so long. Royals were dying, families were fading, and the dread of keeping her husband a secret, pretending to be pure and chaste, yet fiery and brave, weight heavily on her shoulders. The portrait of a perfect Scottish Princess. She slightly raised the glass in her hand anyway, bringing it to her lips, "Perhaps, on a better day, I could put my challengers to shame. A rather dichotomous wake doesn't seem like the proper setting, wouldn't you agree?"

[painofhumanity]

@acourtcfmuses liked my family things starter call

"If you're gonna tell me that Dad's right about me not training anymore, you might as well turn back around," Allison snapped irritably the moment her brother walked into the room. "Wheelchair or not, I can still kick your ass."

[romanticlcver]

closed starter for @vicletnight! based on this.

mabel arrives at their hotel room, swiping the spare key card that she had been given and slipping into the room. "it's me!" she calls out as she's entering, not wanting to alar. she doesn't think it would be anyone else, but at least they won't think room service is entering without permission. "i hope you're not still getting ready. we're going to be late." she's as punctual as ever, checking the watch on her wrist, and can only hope that they are too.

[eunciia-a]

continued ask┊@aeviterncl

The angel couldn't help but let the smile on his face spread when Shea agreed to carve the pumpkin with him. He wished he'd been able to carry two of them, but either way this would do. He just wanted a fun activity to do with his friend, especially since they didn't run into each other as often as he sometimes hoped they would. The truth was, he would have carved the pumpkin even if he didn't run into the messenger, but he was so thankful tonight of all night was when they did end up finding each other.

At Shea's comment about the size of the pumpkin, Ezra pouted just slightly, not allowing the look to stay on his face or dampen the mood in anyway. As long as Shea thought they could still do something with this one, he'd be perfectly fine. ❝ I'm sorry I couldn't carry a bigger one, and that there's only one. We can share, though, or you can carve and I'll just watch. ❞ As long as Shea was happy, Ezra would be too. He just simply enjoyed his company.

The angel listened as his friend spoken, interested in every word he had to say. He seemed almost troubled, but Ezra wasn't sure if that was the word that he'd use for it. He knew better than to call him out on it if the other other didn't sit on the emotion for too long though, hoping there would be plenty of time in the future to have deep conversations if the lavender haired boy decided to open up about it. Ezra simply wanted to bring Shea as much joy in the short time they had now as he could, and as the other turned his attention back to him and started talking about the pumpkin that's what he planed to throw his all into.

Shea had got him thinking, though, wondering why it was that humans decided to make such a big deal out of Halloween and dressing up in costumes of creatures they assumed weren't really real. Not that it bothered him, but it did seem like a silly thing to do just to simply get some candy when you could simply buy it at the store as he did the pumpkin he was holding. Nonetheless, that could be a thought for a different day, if it decided to cross his mind again. He'd keep an extra eye on his friend, just to make sure that he seemed alright while they were together.

The blond thought about what they should carve into the pumpkin, honestly not even having put the smallest amount of thought into it before this. He didn't think he'd find Shea, much less have him agree to such a trivial thing, but was overjoyed that he had. ❝ I think ghosts would be fun, and they seem simple enough. ❞ Let's just say, Ezra wasn't known for his artist abilities, but he thought that he could maybe make the simple shape of a ghost. ❝ We could each carve one on each side, that way it's special and then you can take it home with you.❞

He was proud of himself for the suggestion, hoping that it would remind his friend that he was always with him even when their paths didn't cross sometimes months at a time. He'd be lucky if he saw Shea again before the holidays were all over, but figured if he kept an extra eye out for him and tried to find him, that maybe it would be worth the effort.

[furys-burn]

❛ i... want to lie here. ❜ ( LINK & REVEALI ) | @gloryseized

At first he thought the odd champion had fallen in exhaustion ( or maybe absolute grief from his lost ) at the end of training. He was on his back, hair in a mess over the grass, and had (rather rudely in his opinion) asked to remain when Revali found him. Seeing as they were seemingly done for the day, Revali took mercy on his exhausted mentee and sat down by his shoulder. He kept the form expected of a Champion with a straight back and bow at his hip ready to be drawn at any moment. You never know when someone is close and when the time of a "response" was needed.

"I did not think we trained that hard today, but I am used to working with the warriors of the Rito." What more could be said?

[even-more-epic-amphinomus]

I wanna go home....

[thcdoomed]

❛  goddamn  right  ,  you  should  be  scared  of  me  .  ❜ (from isaac if thats okay! but also whoever if you see fit!)

❥     𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  ,  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  . || accepting [🏹]

|| @beyondplanes

Dronia canted her head to the side, regarding the foul man. Absolutist scum. She didn't care for cults and she cared less for their blind followers. The archer straightened her back, standing at a frame of nearly six feet and broad shoulders, she carved her own intimidating silhouette. Was she afraid? Maybe a little, dealing with others who had the tadpoles was an ordeal, they could all try to get into her head and she had secrets she didn't want to reveal. But her father had always taught her that fear was the master to those who did great things, but it was never their master.

"Tell me again why I should be afraid?" With everything they've faced so far, was he a bigger threat? They'd defeated Auntie Ethel, after all. The hag was a pretty harrowing experience.

[musesofthesun]

tags xlviii we've known each other for so long

🏹 ~ helegard ( modern au. )

🏹 ~ helegard ( modern fantasy au. )

🏹 ~ helegard ( fantasy au. )

✉️ ~ aro (ic.)

✉️ ~ aro (threads.)

[brckenprcmises]

helpful angel that would do anything to put a smile on your face

[fatehunted]

Artemis leans out of the way to allow Billy more access to the keyboard without her obstructing it. She watches as the letters are typed into the search bar, and she frowns as the files the young boy is looking for flash across the screen. She has never even heard of this Sivana, with his eerie expression and genius intellect. She skims the entry, trying to take note of what important information that he can.

Billy must be familiar with whoever this guy is. His ease as he flips a couple of pages in his notebook and underlines the explanation of how his voice was stolen from him leaves her looking at him incredulously. ❝ Emphasis on the 'mad scientist', then? ❞ she asks sarcastically.

Maybe STAR Labs could be brought in to create something to reverse it? She doubts Batman would have anything 'Voice Repair Gun' on hand, let alone her own mentor. Artemis rubs at her temples and pulls out her phone to compose a message to Oliver. No one has answered her alert yet, so hopefully something more direct would be better.

❝ The Cave is probably the safest place for you right now, ❞ Artemis says as she sends off the text and clicks off the phone. She pushes herself off the chair, the keyboard and screen disappearing as she makes her way into the kitchen. She pulls out two plates and reaches for the communal loaf of bread—Wally had his own.

❝ Better than being outside anyway. Still, how does someone with the Speed of Mercury get hit with something like that? ❞ she asks, now moving to the fridge. The least Artemis can do is feed Billy while they wait, right? Maybe they can do some more research while they wait. Would Zatanna be powerful enough to reverse it? ❝ What do you want for lunch? ❞

If he'd stayed in Fawcett, Sivana would have hunted him down; the old Gargoyle knew the city just as well as he did. It was harder to find him when he zigzagged between bus and subway, and one particularly beligerent school trip where the teacher didn't seem to actually know which students were on his roster. Sivana probably still thought he was hiding out at the Rock of Eternity.

He'd taken notes on the initial encounter as best he could. He liked to think he was pretty good at writing shorthand and keeping up with the Doctor's long winded monologues.

He grinned at the appearance of the keyboard, leaning over the arm of the chair to type without any concern for personal space. As far as the League was concerned, Sivana was small potatoes. Outside of Black Adam, and sometimes Ibac or Sabac, or maybe King Kull. Fawcett villains stayed in Fawcett.

He brought up the League's file on Doctor Thaddeus Bodog Sivana, disgraced evil scientist, and the self proclaimed "worlds wickedest" at that.

He flipped through his notebook again, underlining a phrase from an earlier page.

Voice Stealing Gun.

and after a pause, threw up a thumbs up. Because he didn't consider a few scrapes and bruises to count as hurt. He was pretty much fine after getting away.

[braveisthename]

starter for: @thunkncwn

where: frostfire club.

Com o álcool em excesso correndo em suas veias, Merida se sentia livre — quase como se estivesse em uma de suas caçadas na floresta. Nem mesmo notava o fato de estar em um espaço que pertencia a Hans, de todas as pessoas, já que a sua aventura da noite começara no bar de Mushu e se findara ali sem que ela se lembrasse como ou porquê. Encontrar Alyssa em qualquer lugar teria sido visto por uma Merida sóbria como mau presságio, mas enquanto o discernimento permanecesse inebriado, a presença dela não a incomodaria. Pelo contrário, a ruiva se aproximou com uma expressão travessa, chegando perto o suficiente dela para falar em seu ouvido como se lhe contasse um segredo: "Se eu não tivesse que te odiar pelo que vai fazer comigo e minha família, eu até que gostaria de você. Você é gata."

[gloriousncss]

@classiqals ( joanna & reuben )

Joanna was practically shaking whenever the thought of the crown left her mind. She had to practically stare out into the horizon on land and sea just so her family would not raise suspicions of the anxious look in her eye, the look of a wife about to see her husband for the first time in weeks and could say nothing about it to anyone. Of course, as her betrothed, to the public, it was perfectly acceptable to greet him in polite society, dance at a ball together, promenade about the grounds as often as they wished, or even dine together. But unchaperoned before a wedding? Heaven forbid. Leave it to Joanna and Reuben to always find a way to keep something sacred and special for no one else to know but the two of them. It left her with wandering eyes amidst the ballroom, waiting to see him slip away up the stairs in the corner of her eye. A moment long-enough alone was her opportunity, and if there weren't so many royals in one room, one might have noticed her hasten the way she did, as though she might burst if she did not take her leave. Her breath was heavy once she'd found her way up the spire, a sigh of relief leaving her chest. "Thank god..." Not a moment would be wasted before she charged herself into his arms. With so many royals dying, who could be so certain of anyone's well-being? "I'm so sorry about your father..." it was a rather plain sentiment, but one she'd been so desperate to make, as indicated by her trembling breath, "I tried... I really tried to get to you as soon as I'd heard, but I couldn't get away without stirring up more talk."

[painofhumanity]

@cruelprincae liked the Teen Wolf starter call

"Are you one of those DND guys, or are you just weirdly interested in classic folklore?" Allison asked, when she caught sight of the book in his hand.