#thread 005

[jxlter]

@collectspells

' gonna burn this damn city to the ground when i get my power back. '

she was complaining out loud at this point, but even then if given the chance to get even for kidnapping her she would. it's only been a few days since she arrived, and she was only getting more agitated as time passed. she had finally run into several other servants and managed to get a better idea of the city itself, but its purpose still alluded her and the thought of being powerless to do anything irked her to no end.

just who in the hell has that kind of authority anyways?!

[starsvein]

Something...about this city is strange.

It's too high-tech (no, not high-tech enough) and there isn't a carriage in sight (why would there be?). His clothes are too stiff, and none of the people are familiar—wait.

He rushes towards the figure, hand already raised to his chest for a bow as soon as the other man stops. Those eyes...he'd know them anywhere. (Of course he knew, this was—)

"You must be the Grand Sorcerer's Successor." (—Eiden?)

"I'm sorry to intrude, but it seems I've lost my men upon arrival in this strange realm. Have you...do you, perchance, know the way back?"

@kleinstar

[lovedrunked]

the music was loud. too loud. bass thumped through the floor, making everything feel unsteady, but not enough to drown out that voice. axel's voice. sharp, raised. ugly. jackson caught the tail end of it from across the room, the way axel’s hand curled too tight around val's wrist. and then carter was there, too, moving faster than jackson had seen him move all night. "you saw that, right?" carter’s voice was low but urgent, jaw tight. jackson didn’t even have to nod.

"she’s not gonna leave him," carter muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face. "not if it’s coming from me. you know how she is. she’ll just say i’m overreacting again. that it’s none of my business." he paused, then turned to jackson with a look that was all steel beneath the worry. "but she listens to you... get her out of here." jackson's stomach twisted. he didn’t like the weight of that responsibility, but he also didn’t hesitate. “yeah. i got her.” jackson approached slowly, careful not to spook her. “val....hey.” his voice was softer now, steady. “come with me. you don’t need to be here.”

[babyitsmagic]

@ofviolentdeath

"You seem distracted."

[svndowner]

i'll be on tomorrow so give this a like if you'd like a small starter from one or more of my muses !!

[tonibeltran]

[ 📱 text ] Roman (Work)

ANTONIO: Are you still working? ANTONIO: Moon's been meowing at the door like fucking crazy I think she's waiting for you 🙄 @theromandaniels

[marlborcs]

a closed starter for my heart, @canncnball, for dominique & luca.

they were a couple of hours out from chicago and dominique couldn't sit still. she rubbed her hands against the seat and she gripped onto the edge of it. her husband's father and her father found a handful of the guys including jameson and they were flying home to confront them. she was sick to her stomach, honestly. she didn't know if she could do this, but she had to. she had to show him that she wasn't afraid of him...she wasn't his, she didn't belong to him just because his name was carved into her thigh.

luca's hand suddenly rested against hers and dominique looked over at him with tears in her eyes, "i don't know what to do..." she whispered and she grabbed her bag to find her anti-anxiety medication. she grabbed the bottle and popped two into her mouth, hoping they would help. "i've been putting off taking them, but i can't any longer. i'm ready to have a fucking heart attack, honestly." she took a deep breath and moved the arm so she could lean into her husband's side.

[ulyflynn]

closed for: @madiiscn

where: outside oasis

"Heard you met my girl," Uly says through a plume of exhaled cigarette smoke to the familiar face he spotted outside the club he worked at, intrigued to know if her version of events matched up with Edie's, "How did that go for you?"

[xaviermattthews]

closed for: @lemielewis

where: coral cottage

"How does this whole working situation work after you're married?" X asks, meaning the B&B they were currently drinking coffee in. He was no stranger to the idea of working with a spouse these days, it didn't stop his curiosity for what that would look like for the pair of them, "Will the guests have to starve if he pisses you off and you need to go take the day? That'll fuck with the Yelp score."

It only dawns on him at that thought that he should he consulted with his own other half before he left that morning to find out whether or not she had told Lemie about the newest development in their lives.

In an attempt at casual, he holds his coffee cup on the arm of the chair he was on and tries to act like there was no grander reason for his next question.

"Have you been hanging with Van at all... Lately?"

[kira-aminu]

Location: The Anchor, a few weeks ago Starter for: @levibecker

It was the ultimate kick in the teeth. Sitting at a table for two at a nice restaurant, knowing that people could see her sitting alone and very obviously, not deliberately. Looking at the empty chair opposite her as she tore the crust off of one of the bits of bread she had on her plate, Kira simply sighed. It wasn't like she had been looking forward to the date so much that she was disappointed, she was just annoyed. She'd even shaved her legs for this and he couldn't even be bothered to text to her to say that he wouldn't be able to make it.

Finishing her glass of wine and the piece of bread that no longer had a crust, Kira signalled for the check. At least this way, she could get a pizza on her way home and be in her bed within thirty minutes. Unless she took the pizza via Emil's so they could catch up on the Real Housewives latest series. Standing, Kira grabbed her jacket off of the back of her chair and as she straightened up to put it on, she saw him.

She watched in shock as he strode across the restaurant to her and suddenly the butterflies that weren't in her stomach when she got ready for the date, were flapping about mercilessly. "You came.."

[lupiinee]

❝ no no , don't stand on my account , ❞ remus gave a toothy grin at the full table before then reaching over && using his cane to HOOK the edge of the chair that had been left free for him . sliding it out from the table , he then moved to sit beside her . he hadn't meant to run late , but unfortunately , things got away from him && subsequently , he had been held up . everyone else seemed to be in intense discussion , except for tonks who was sitting picking at her thumb , nail polish beginning to CHIP . she seemed out of place && solitary as the others spoke freely . all pink hair && attitude gave the impression that she was outspoken , but sometimes , just sometimes , the reality was much different .

remus leaned forward , grabbing the water pitcher && pouring himself a goblet full . taking a drink , he nestled in his cloak a bit longer , cane up against his torso as he settled down . after a minute , he leaned over . ❝ i miss ANYTHING life-changing ? ❞ he asked her . || @potentialbreakupscng ♥'d (for tonks )

[solaadisa]

closed: @ravirussell

location: under the sea prom

"I brought you a peace offering," Sola said as she set a curated plate and a drink down in front of Ravi.

Even though the food was free, she hoped that he would just understand the sentiment for what it was.

She took the seat next to him and picked at her own food lightly. "We don't need to, like, get into all of it here, but I know things have been tense, I'm sorry for my part in it, I'm gonna work on it, and I love you. Seriously, I do." She extended a hand for him to shake. "Truce?"

[atlasnolan]

closed for: @scottienolan + @lorelailewis

where: aurora bay police department

"Scottie. Nolan."

If Atlas had to repeat himself one more time to the station desk clerk, he was going to lose his cool and end up hauled into one of the holding cells that he knows his sister was currently in. Lori telling him that Scottie had gotten herself arrested had managed to mostly sober him up, enough to have called her former foster father on the way so they he could secure actual bail money.

Just as the woman was about to say once again that there was no one by that name there tonight, Atlas tries something he doesn't want to work.

"Scarlett. Try Scarlett Nolan then, and don't fucking call her that if you know what's good for you."

He's not intending to be threatening as he makes his way back to the waiting area for her to be released before he could be issued with another warning to calm down. It was just impossible for him to play any sort of nice where cops were involved, even if it sounded like Scottie was reaping the rewards of a stupid move.

[psioniccrown]

for: adam. [ @adamsonofzeus ] where: the docks.

for the last few hours, kovider wolfe has listened to two satyrs bicker back and forth about who gets to eat the grass around the amphitheater. it was a lengthy debate, one that got heated, one that pushed on kovider's patience and nerves. he wasn't sure what made this particular patch of grass the most valuable to the two of them, they might have mentioned it but they were switching in and out of a language he didn't understand that he nearly walked away.

in the end, kovider did something that he's good at: he lied. he told them that he heard from the sons of demeter that this patch of grass has a dark past. many who have eaten it before, who carry malice in their hearts, have grown ill. the only way to eat it is to have no true ill will toward another and to share the experience with as many as they could.

it worked.

the satyrs decided to graze beside each other and kovider was able to leave.

now, he's standing on the docks of the lake. it's dangerously open, no walls to put his back to, the only clear exit routes are the way he came or to jump into the water. in a sense, he's vulnerable, with years of making sure he'll survive, this is what his father would look for. a clear shot, a clear visual on him. his father isn't here and he's learning that there's strength in vulnerability. progress. slow, but steady progress. his head is tilted up toward the sun, eyes closed, his hands resting on top of his head with his fingers laced. a sliver of skin from his abdomen and back shows, tanned with silvered etchings from scars long since faded.

with a sigh, he lowers his hands and opens his eyes. out of his periphery, he sees adam. he hadn't heard him approach, he'd been too engulfed in the quiet. that would have been an easy target. he huffs out a laugh in lieu of a proper greeting. " you snuck up on me. " which also meant that adam's thoughts were his own, that he hadn't wanted kovi to hear him, perhaps. he turns his head a little to look at him, a faint smile on his face. " is this the part where you laugh, give me a sup kovi, and then throw me into the lake? " he raises his eyebrow in a challenge, a friendly one, and his smile grows wider. " because i'd just drag you down with me. "

[notdelicatc]

who: @r-lestrcnge where: Venice, Italy when: late morning

The wedding had come and gone, leaving impressions both good and bad. Some of which she didn't even want to think about. There was the sad truth she'd always known would one day come to pass. It had never not been apart of her plans. A future so clear, how could one not prepare? And yet there was the reality that when it had happened she hadn't been ready for it at all. Still, she'd manage to laugh it off and celebrate the wedding just fine with the rest.

Italy had almost been a saving light in the dark in that moment. The very moment she'd set foot into her apartment had been like waking up from a nightmare Emmeline now knew to be her life. Time would make things better, but until then said time would have to pass. How covenient it had been to hear Rabastan request to speak with her about some matters beyond just the Dolohov situation. That had been a no brainer; no questions needed to be asked or answered. If her friend needed her then she would be there. No matter what.

For a while now she'd stood on the balcony overlooking the Canal Grande, just allowing the sun and wind to play with her hair. Emmeline didn't want anything other than to stand there and do nothing, to not think about the past few days. A sound behind her caused her to speak up, unsure as to the cause and somehow not caring all that much.

"At least the weather is on our side. Lucky." Still, the witch didn't turn around to face the other. For now she'd keep her eyes locked on the buzzing streets of Venice. "You said you wanted to talk about something?" No better place like this one.

[lcvergrl]

WITH: @ohvalleys / marcel WHEN: stardew valley field day

Seline narrows her eyes viciously, a look that is somewhat off balanced by the rainbow war paint covering her face, and her popsicle-patterned overalls. "I swear, Marcel, if you mess this up for us, you'll be the Mangled Marcel instead of the Marvellous One." She stomps her foot for an added flourish. If there was one thing Seline took seriously, it was competition, and she was determined to beat the ice bears... whatever they were called.