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[neveraftcr-archive]

closed starter for @dysnomiias // based

" why are you here... how did you know i was here? "

[fightful]

continued from here, for @vibraqua !

“It shouldn’t matter,”  Octavius echoed, leaning back in his seat, and drumming his fingers against his armrest,  “and yet, here you are.”

He took a long, languid drag of his cigarette, drawing it to but a narrow stub. Holding in the smoke, Octavius crushed it down into the overcrowded ash tray before, finally, releasing the smoke through his nares. It felt familiar, comfortable; it certainly helped dilute his sense of smell, which would otherwise be overwhelming.

The smog of tobacco clouded his sight for a few brief moments, before unveiling the man before him.

“Haven’t really kept up to date with international happenings.”  He’d struggled to keep afloat with Galarian news, let alone international. Come on, he had been slung into the future outside of his own will, give the man a break.  “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

[lluiscarrasco]

where,  — Black fox closed  — @delphincjefferys

He was fidgiting beneath the table. Dark eyes focused on the list of fancy spoons on his laptop, finger endlessly scrolling through the multiple pictures of spoons that looked dreadful alike, while he held a cigarette between dry lips. He was sat outside a coffee shop, Black Fox to be exact, and his mind tried to wrap around the idea of buying his parents a Christmas present, that screamed Here, have this in your boring house, I couldn't care less. Of course, he did care for his mother, and he always prepared wonderful gifts for mother's day and her birthday. Christmas, on the other hand, was a holiday he wished to skip, so if he was to be dragged there against his will for his sister and mother's sake, he was bringing in something he couldn't care less for. "They all look fucking the same." He spoke to Delphine next to him, before taking a drag of his cigarette, "How am I supposed to choose one?"

[soggy-fishsticks]

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!!!!!!! I might tweak some of the wording, but this is for my school project explaining what goth is ☺️🫶

[couch-house]

Commissions for @son1c, @splashtail (and @sonboygemerl), @spoiledskullz, @sonia-the-hedgehog-2369, and @onesecretperson!!

These were so much fun!! Thank you all for commissioning me <33

[the-dynamite-truck]

[Electra found his way over to a place where he could properly look over the racing tracks. For once she wasn't at the races to compete, no. They had heard about a dynamite truck that knew a thing or two about putting on a show and he was interested to say the least] [Although they heard some rumors about drama behind the scenes, but they didn't let that scare them off. At this point every place had some type of drama behind the scenes]

Let's see what you're made of

[She mumbled to herself her eyes focussed on the entrance to the race track]

~ @pluckdownthelightning

[There was nothing quite like the thrill of a good race, that Joule was sure of. The wind blowing through her hair as she sped down the track, over taking the other racers around them and elbowing them should they get too close, the roar of the crowd as she crossed the finish line; well simply nothing compared. They grinned as they swiftly entered the track, kicking up sparks as they skidded to a stop before the starting line (something which they had modified their wheels to do themself of course; in Joule’s eyes if you’re going to race you better be putting on a damn show).}

[Quickly scanning the crowd of spectators, they found their eyes being drawn to one stranger in particular, unable to ignore how sleek and shiny they appeared. For a moment the pair locked eyes and she couldn’t help but wink in the stranger’s direction, blowing them a kiss as they stepped up to the starting line. Though of course they couldn’t spend too much time focusing on this gorgeous stranger; after all she had a race to win. With everything their ex-racing partner had done to them, now more than ever losing wasn’t an option. A determined glint in their eye, she put on her race helmet and linked up with the engine in front of them.]

[In mere moments Joule and their engine were off speeding down the track; and with her guidance it wasn’t long until they had reached the front of the race crowd. Kicking up sparks around every corner they took, she was confident she was on their way to another stylish victory…]

[phoenixx-gone-dark]

[closed rp for @sergeant-fischerandco]

Getting contacted through official means was new for Phoenix. Normally, when Phoenix was hired, it was by people with nothing to lose -- or people with everything to lose. Never once, though, had he been contacted by soldiers that were still serving, though, and he'd never been asked to use his undercover skills. Let alone for a rescue mission.

There were firsts for everything, though, and so Phoenix got the required materials, got into his car, and went to the specified meeting spot.

He sat outside of his car, leaning again it and toying with a silver coin. The uniform he was wearing was pristine and perfect, brand new and tailored to his specific needs. He wore compression gear underneath it and a pair of gloves over his hands. Phoenix had slicked his hair back, finding that it looked much more official.

Phoenix waited to see who would come to tell him the specifics of what he was going to be doing. He had insisted that nothing be said beside the meet up location over the phone, just to be safe. Hell, he had even left his phone at home. There would be no slip ups.

Just as Phoenix flipped the coin up into the air, he heard footsteps approaching. He caught it and tucked it back into a secret pocket, his hand going to rest on the pistol tucked in his waistband.

"You who I'm waiting for?"

[jaceeverett]

WHO: Jason & @savstone-rp

WHERE: Fox & Jane Salon

WHEN: early June

Was he going to regret this? To be determined. He had already put off his annual haircut far longer than he should have, busy focusing on The Challenge and then kicking off the summer season at the park, but he found the back of his neck sweating a little more than usual, and decided that it was time. And of course, given his luck, his barber was out of town on vacation, which meant that Jason wasn't going to go to the old man's shop... but he had another option.

And if she fucked up his hair, he could always seek revenge.

Pulling open the door to to the salon, he stepped inside, pocketing both of his hands and lifting his eyes to take in the decor, the sounds, the smells, the sights... it felt like the kind of place that Sav would cut hair in, to be honest. Suddenly, he realized that he should have called ahead -- did this place even take walk-ins? Was that a thing? Was he setting himself up for disappointment? Only one way to find out, he supposed, clearing his throat and asking the nearest person, "is Sav here today?"

[froyofthe-ironwood]

who: @freydis-freydat

where: kossith's bomb ship

notes: unknowingly telling his torturer he's terrified of them cuz he cant recognize her without her horns and stuff

Froy gripped the railing with trembling fingers, watching as others made useless attempts to get off the ship. Magic fizzled out the moment it was cast. Portals wouldn’t open. Even flying had failed. It was the Kossith’s final cruelty: freedom dangled just out of reach.

And now the ship was set to destroy itself.

He spotted her, knowing he knew her but his memories were still slowly coming back.He remembered whispers of her in the longhall, his father once calling her "the youngest Jarl in three generations."

He approached her slowly, bare feet shuffling against the broken deck. His steps were heavy, uneven, still stiff from burns that hadn’t fully healed. His gaze stayed on her, wary—not because he feared her, but because something in him was tangled up when he looked at her. Something he didn’t understand yet.

“I remember your name,” he said quietly, voice hoarse. “Freydis. Jarl of…”

[emilianodelacruz]

CLOSED FOR: @nicobarone

LOCATION: the busiest hospital in CA

"My hospital taken hostage by dumb police officers because of your polly pocket-sized sister really says a lot about this city, huh?" Emil muttered as he stood next to the eldest Barone, amusement laced his words. It wasn't rare to have police presence at the hospital, but all this was a clear tactic to make people think that Camilla was a bigger threat than she really was. It was all optics, which mattered a lot for cases like this one. "I've been doing what I can here to push back on them. Do you know Mia's plan with this case? Because if there is a chance Cami has to go to jail I'm about to make up health reasons to keep her here. Just say the word."

[neveraftcr-archive]

" how's the castle built off people you pretend to care about? " // @dysnomiias , from maia

[reduxable]

Posting these before i forgetttt

[shepcdr]

@khrysopos // cont.

" CAN'T TELL. DID THE PROTHEANS HAVE POKER?  shame if you didn't — with that face, you'd have a hell of an upper hand. " ... were they on better terms, shepard might consider this a terrible slip of the tongue. the words came much too caustic ( spoken with a sharpness as though the teeth they slipped through were primed to bite ). the second they left his lips, shepard snapped his mouth shut and tightened his jaw. he might have regretted the jab... were they on better terms.

as it were, he stands his ground, arms folding and lips pressed thin as he surveys the prothean in the dim of the room. first grunt, now javik: it seems the cargo hold has been designated with squirreling away things that reek of hazard and of a brutish, but cunning, sort of hostility. ( ordinarily, shepard would say, people tailored exactly to his taste. but he doesn't know where he stands with javik. ) shepard's shoulders tense lightly at the flicker of a growl in the less-than-amused response. despite shepard's poor verbal restraint, he knows very well not to take javik lightly.

shepard came to make light conversation — though he isn't yet sure if that's possible with javik — to make attempts to know javik as a soldier and as a member of his crew. but it's not so easy to wash away the bitterness that still sits heavy in his chest.

' those who share my purpose become allies. those who do not become casualties. ' finally. someone with equal resolve. though, should shepard expect anything less from the protheans' embodiment of vengeance? ' then i'd say you've found an ally. the goal of this ship is to wipe the reapers from existence. ' that was the least that shepard could offer, wasn't it? vengeance — for the death of a people and of an empire. ' but how far are you willing to go to achieve that goal? ' javik had turned to him then, had drawn closer, and shepard remembers fighting the momentary urge to step back. few people have ever unnerved him to such a degree, but javik was, and is still, an anomaly. a physiology incomprehensible to this cycle, a face completely ( for lack of a better word ) alien, his capabilities yet unknown. if javik is to be believed, then evolution has been nowhere near as gracious to the current cycle as it was to the protheans. and shepard believes him. he knows a hunter — an apex predator — when he is face-to-face with one. he had felt it in the strength of javik's hands when the prothean had snatched him twice by the arms; shepard's skin still crawls with the unexpected touch ... with the terrible thought that someone has been inside his head, has read his every thought intimately. he had stood firm. perhaps leaned back in the slightest, wary of another attempt at making contact, as javik loomed closer. but javik had kept an arm's length between them this time. shepard watched as his nostrils flared and all his eyes slid shut. ' ... i do not believe you, commander. lying is a biological marker. there is doubt behind your words. ' ... what the hell was shepard supposed to say to that? but his silence was evidently answer enough for javik, who had stepped away as liara then shifted the conversation to the shard. and all the while shepard had stood, the words still ringing in his ears.

... shepard drags himself back to the present, breaking the long seconds of silence with a quiet sigh. his hands grip at his upper arms where the prothean's fingers had pressed as they drew out visions of the beacon. the fractured memories shepard had fought to stifle.

" ... sorry. you said you'd fight with us. but it didn't seem like you were taking our efforts seriously when we first spoke. "

he does his best to manage the undercurrent of resentment in his tone. fights the instinct to snarl, too, and to accuse in turn. maybe in another world ... when he was just a bit younger, just a tad more hot-headed. it would be stupid to lash out over this — showing insecurity over javik's prior words would only speak to what the prothean perceives to be their lack of resolve.

" understand that i mean to stop the reapers. at any cost. "

[utopideal]

This new world that More has found himself in... is wonderful.

At first, he'd believed it to be the very utopia he'd wrote about in his novel. The similarities were so startling that they couldn't be coincidence, and they filled him with a great fear - because More knows that ending up in such a place is something he could never deserve.

So something had to be wrong. Even so, though... he couldn't help the sense of wonder that swelled up inside him whenever he let himself observe the world around him. Perhaps it isn't quite a utopia, a perfect world like the one he'd once believed in, but there's still much for him to learn - so that's where More starts; with a hesitant hope and the decision to learn what it means that he's ended up here, in this strange, long-lost world.

He's aware that he doesn't fit in, and he's already received quite a few strange looks from the people around him - but it's not been enough to cause him any actual trouble so far. He hasn't found a way to cover his horns yet, but most seem to think they're just a fashion statement or part of a costume... regardless, he's not surprised at all when he's approached by another stranger, offering them a polite smile and a nod of his head in acknowledgement before he speaks.

"I hope I'm not bothering you. Did the man from earlier tell you to speak with me?"

@chibitantei ( starter! )

[emilmoreno]

@lucasxattean where: Beachfront Neighborhood, his home. New year, new house maintenance. The weather was still on the chilly side, but nothing too discouraging — especially not with an extra set of hands. It was belated but post Hurricane Hax the gutters had been notably less effective, pulled aside from their home and bent out of shape in certain spots. Emiliano decided to rip them out and replace them. As a welder and engineer, he'd always been a hands on kind of guy, but everything went quicker with Lucas' steady presence to help. Two heads were better than one, and the pair made easy work of it. "Man, I won't lie to you, i'm ready for summer again..." his laugh came loud and easy. "That breeze comes in off the water too often an' i've got shit to do." Not to mention, diving this time of year meant taking extra precautions. Emil was balanced on a ladder, holding a fixture straight as the offending ocean breeze tussled his hair. "Did you enjoy the holiday season at least?"

[c0exiist]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: investment row - safe deposit box area

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: morning

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @nazlixelmas

With the recent hit on the Grand Royale, paranoia surged through DJ like wildfire. The damages her and crew had done were quite immense and so, money and valuables were something that needed to be safeguarded by those that have many of them. Which is why for today, she was dealing with a high profile client who rented out a couple of safe deposit boxes in Investment Row for their luxury belongings and cash. Hearing the notification set off on her iPad, she looked over at her client and said, "Mr. Johnson, it looks like your jeweller has arrived. I'll go ahead and let them in."

Signalling her security to keep an eye on the premise, she then walked over to the entrance to meet with her secretary and as soon as they spoke to introduce Cynthia to their jeweller, the assassin felt time stop after realizing she was coming in contact with the ghost of her past. "Oh..." she blurted out even though she had no clue what was just said. Snapping out of her thoughts, Cynthia cleared her throat and extended her hand to remain civil, "Ms. Elmas, I'm Cynthia Zhang...Mr. Johnson is already waiting inside for his jewelled pieces. If you could follow me right this way..." Whether Nazli shook her hand or not, Cyn immediately turned around and mentally cursed herself as she led the way to the safe deposit area. She could only hope this transaction went quicker than how she could disarm a gun, so that she could get it over with.