#apologizing in advance for the thread

[roots-symphony]

So ppl have talked before about how the names ppl know/use for each other on the severed floor are so interesting and how it relates to the dynamics there and even helps to enforce them (all authority is Ms./Mr. Last Name and all the innies are First Name only with just an initial for their last name), which just makes it so interesting to me that Cobel was known as Mrs. Selvig to outie!Mark (and then by extension Devon and Ricken as well)

Like even outside of Lumon’s walls and with the outie version of Mark, she set the boundaries of herself as authority still. And like it probably doesn’t even translate fully or well, but the fact that it does for her specifically and she made the choice is just.. idk, curious? Like, what even is her deal?

[isolement]

closed vol 7 starter for @caeloservare

a hand absentmindedly pressed to their side -- even with atlas' best efforts, neopolitan is convinced the stitches will come undone -- they stare down into the training room of atlas academy. as the sound of blades hitting echoes up, it's the tapping of footsteps behind them that alerts them. they turn around, eyes fixing on possibly their third least favorite person.

deep breaths, neo.

'i hate this, you know.' they look back over their shoulder, stealing one last glance of their group, 'staying still, i mean. feels wrong to not be doing something.'

[einsatzzz]

yipppeeee~ 🥳🥳🥳 im going thru it but i'll be strong, queen never cry 👁️👄👁️

[sennottrachel]

aight, i am itchin' to give attention to some of my neglected babies and plot more stuff, so putting out a reverse starter call here. either slide into my messages or like this post and i'll go through your open starter tag and reply to stuff <3

[crystal-verse]

i hopped on the trend (well. got told to by tumblr user ishgard. same difference) and made a quiz for k'pheli

enjooyyyyy

[whitmore]

i’ve made a post like this before but there’s been a couple waves of twitter refugees since so i want to reiterate that many of us here don’t use twitter at all, and if you could tag your twitter-centric discourse / discussion / fandom posts that would be much appreciated! we are not that website and many of us don’t want anything to do with it

[yunarise]

@apocryphis / Phainon²

The sun is scalding that day, bearing down heavily on Phainon's shoulders and the top of his head. He doesn't feel the heat, but he feels its presence weighing down on all living things around him. The earth is dry, crunching as he steps on it. His boots kick up dust, and he wonders if his soles would burn if he walked barefoot. He almost hopes for it, that he would feel pain.

He keeps pressing onward until he enters the outskrits of a forest, then moves further until he reaches a thin trickle of river carving through. He drinks from it, shovelling water with his hands. Gloved. Despite the heat, he is fully covered with the exception of his head. ❝ You're staring, ❞ he speaks into the quiet. It's heavy, much like the burden placed upon both their backs.

[fixction]

when the doorbell rung ezra made his way out of the bathroom - freshly showered after his workout in the backyard. some habits stuck after leaving the military, though he wasn't waking up at five to go through his exercises any more. maybe six thirty, seven. the small house was still barely furnished, with stray electronics connected to sockets in the wall and sitting on the floor, a mattress in the bedroom, a foldable table and a few camping chairs. having stayed on base housing his entire life, ezra could've packed his entire existence up into two luggages, especially after handing over most of his military-issued equipment. as he opened the door, firm words were already on his lips, ready to rebuff any of the annoyances that had rung his doorbell the last few days. "sorry, not intereste-" he froze, eyes widening when he saw the person standing in front of him. no way he couldn't have recognised her, not when time had barely touched her since they went their separate ways. "corrie?" he asked, even though he knew exactly who she was. "i thought you moved - i didn't know you were still in the same neighbourhood, i would've ..." voice trailed off, because that was obviously a lie. he couldn't be sure if he would've said hi. not from how their last conversation had gone. @jawbrkrs

[vievieveda]

busy | taurus & veda

@taurusvolkov:

"What look?" Taurus responded, wide eyed and offended she might judge him when many of the ruckus making customers were of his own pack. Blood, Sweat and Beers tended to be the packs go to location. Many nights spent their getting drunk, hitting on other customers, and throwing beer at the horrific entertainment. "I would never give you a look, dear, you yell at those idiots all you need to and I will applaud the tenacity."

As for what he wanted... "Would it be easier if the pack and I just took a barrel, served ourselves like the animals we are? We probably don't even need glasses, maybe you've a bowl the dog uses," he mostly joked. He did consider how amusing it might be to see which of the pack members would actually be willing to drink from a dog bowl on a dare. "You really should stop being so rude to me though, I might like it too much," the wolf smirked. No doubt the Destarin born wolf's situation was known to the young tavern owner though, that near on a decade before he'd knocked up a local girl, abandoned her and the baby, and only now returned because she had grown too ill to care for the young girl. Certainly he was not a man of substance...

.

"The look that clearly indicates that you applaud my tenacity," she quipped back, one eyebrow rising in what could be considered a challenge. If the Volkov pack were so inclined, they could easily make the night even more frustrating than it already was. But at the very least, her authority was not being questioned and was met with good natured responses given how often Taurus and his group were in the pub. "And that there may be unspoken plans to test said tenacity even further before the night is through."

Trust was hard won from the human, but at the very least, she trusted the werewolves to mostly behave themselves. As much as any of her regular patrons did. There was a difference between rowdy and riotous, thus her refusal to put up with any shit that could make the tavern fall off the knife's edge between the two. Which --

"If I allowed you to take a barrel, I would have to allow everyone to take one. Best kept behind the bar and in the cellar. As for the dog bowls," she pretended to muse as she began filling up her mismatched cups with ale for the pack. "Cookie does feed the strays from time to time, no matter what I tell him otherwise. We could dig up some sort of special bowl for you and yours if you insist." Which might be amusing once the place settled enough for her to witness if said bowl was utilized at all.

"I would say that I'm surprised to find you a masochist," Veda began as she started unloading cups and mugs in front of the wolf. "But I'm fairly certain most customers are to frequent the pub in the first place." Of course Vee knew of his daughter and the mother who could no longer care for her. But that was the thing about secrets; the best course of action was to keep them close to one's chest until a perfect opportunity presented itself to reveal them. "If you tip me well enough tonight, I might even bring you upstairs and give you a spanking."

[pirxtefairy]

closed starter : @plaguedpirate 📍 the home of the antique shop owner

Avoiding the imposing lights of the street lamps, Zarina lurked around shadowed corners; her eyes carefully scrutinizing the neighborhood. She didn't spend her personal time around the more affluent areas of Evermore, but the girl did make a habit of pursuing them for higher-class items to steal.

Tonight was a rare night for the Neverland native. Zarina was on a mission fueled by a spare bit of intel she heard in passing. Allegedly, the owner of the antique shop, Secondhand Treasures, lived on this street. With her particular... occupation, Zarina avoided the antique shop. The fairy knew better than to try and peddle her findings to someone who would be able to tell within an instant that she was lying through her teeth. Selling to them was non-negotiable... but stealing from them was another story. She's been in dire need of a good score lately; and while she's not proud of the work she does for a living, this house could very likely turn her week around.

Zarina knew she found the right home by the decorative, antique pots on the front porch. With her hood protectively slid up over her head, the brunette approached cautiously. Slow, quiet steps were muffled further by the padded grass. The windows were dark, the lights were off and the house was seemingly empty. Zarina always felt more guilt about sneaking into houses, but she only did it during desperate times. With a silent sigh and one last look around, she expertly prowled to the back door before slipping the lock-picking tools from the small bag across her body.

[shadowedresolve]

"Sakura-san! It feels like it's been forever."

When Toshiro finally made his way back to the real world after believing he might not ever see it again, he knew he might not be able to see the Phantom Thieves for a long time. With what he planned to do - and has done, now- exposing his father's crimes, as well as accepting his own responsibility for staying silent for so long - he'd known that his life would quickly become a chaotic one.

But to call it merely a scandal would be putting it lightly. With the constant attention and scrutiny he was suddenly subjected to, under fire with criticism from all directions and having sent ripples of shock through the entire country - he didn't want to subject those kids to any potential negative attention that might come from being associated with him.

It might've been fine, of course, but it wasn't worth the risk. Anyway, the media had had enough of a field day trying to figure out the truth behind his abrupt disappearance alone, coming up with all kinds of crazy, ridiculous theories... though of course, none even as close to as crazy as the truth. The thought makes him laugh. ...They really have no idea.

But he couldn't keep the poor kids worried any longer after seeing firsthand how worried they were for him. In particular, he's especially glad to be able to meet with Futaba today. He's grateful to each and every one of the Thieves, and they've all wormed their way into his heart, of course, but when he thinks back on his time in the Kingdoms... often, it's Sakura's words to him that he remembers the most.

"I'm sorry about the hassle. Avoiding the media can be a bit of a nightmare, but... let's say I've picked up some tricks along the way!"

@oraclememehacker ( starter for futaba! )

[somairle-a]

{new inbox call!? c: like for us to invade ur inbox w/ memes <3 esp for new moots!}

[gildead]

@callouscode || time to aggro everyone on the dashboard, rosie.

"Red?" About time Gold saw a familiar face around here! In between all the bootleg Pokémon, Grinchy Hypnos, and scary Italians, it was nice to see somebody he recognized. "Is that you, Red?"

"It's so great t-to see you again!" He teleports over, an eager smile on his face. Hm. Something seems a bit off with Red, but surely it's not anything to worry about... right? Maybe he just got a new haircut, that's all. Or some new shoes! Definitely the new shoes.

"How've you been, buddy?"

[g0dcountry]

WHEREABOUTS SECURED: FINDING TENDERNESS IN ALL THE DARKEST CORNERS OF THE WORLD, WITH @akeemarcus

isla stood over him,   a still,   dark figure in the half-light,   her shadow stretching long across the makeshift bed,   swallowing the pale slant of morning sun that slipped in through the cabin window.   the air inside felt thick,   heavy,   like it hadn’t been stirred in hours,   and the faint murmur of rain tapping against the roof was the only sound.   she’d been there a while. caught in a kind of quiet,   steady orbit around him,   her eyes tracing the slow,   rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

seeing him like this almost made her romantic,   his skin slick,   fever-warm,   shining faintly in the dim light,   and she could see where the sweat had pooled at his temples,   dampening his hair.   he looked too still,   too beautiful,   like something left behind,   and for a moment she wondered if he was dreaming,   or if he’d died hours ago and she'd been the first to realize.   she couldn’t say what she was waiting for,   or why she hadn’t just slipped out again,   silent as she’d come,   but there was a quiet,   uneasy pull in her chest,   something that kept her there,   leaning in close,   watching the shape of him,   the curve of his mouth,   the dark hollow beneath his eyes.

slowly,   isla reached out,   her hand hovering for a breath before she pressed her palm flat against his forehead,   feeling the heat radiate beneath her skin.   her touch was light,   careful,   as though she were afraid to wake him,   or maybe afraid of what he’d see if he did.   she didn’t even realize she was holding her breath until she let it out,   slow and soft,   a sigh that barely seemed to stir the air.

“ just checkin’ on you, ” she murmured,   barely above a whisper,   curling out of her mouth like smoke,   slipping into the quiet.   there was something in the way she said it,   a strange,   hollow lilt,   like she was saying it for herself more than for him.   isla never really learned how to care for others so she did just as her mama taught her.   she waited,   eyes sharp,   studying the way his brow twitched,   the faint flicker of movement behind his closed lids.   then she drew her hand back,   curling her fingers into her palm,   and for a long,   lingering moment,   she didn’t move,   just stood there,   waiting,   as if expecting something to happen,   or something to break.

[dollieour]

" i thought i told you to stay away. "

[tadbitfooled]

@vlaakithswill sent: “ Yet again you lie. ” from 4-Word Sentence Prompts

"Lying is the most fun a tiefling can have without taking their clothes off," Durante dismissed. He had a habit or two of telling little white lies. Whether it was about his backstory or just to spice things up. This was merely just a little joke about where something was located in camp.

He gave her a flirty smirk, blue eyes glimmering mischievously.

"Are you going to punish me for it?"