#[ 01 ] ... threads.

[thorneheir]

CLOSED STARTER | @namenotyourown LOCATION | OCEAN, 1809

As a crew, they’d all experienced all types of storms with barely a loss of life that they all held with pride but did not let them get too brave knowing how fast things could turn. Heavy rain beat down on them and win whipped violently against faces that tried to cover against the elements with little relief. It was while he was checking the ropes on deck that had been sued to secure that he noticed three distant figures clinging to the remains of a wreckage. In this kind of storm they’d seen plenty of wreckages and did a silent prayer for the unnamed lost souls, but this time changed and they had the chance to save. There was un unspoken agreement that any souls that could be saved should and so Tobias ran to the captain and pointed out the people.

The closer the ship got to the people, he could see them. Three men, all older than he was, battered by the storm and looking cold but holding on tight. In an organised effort, each one was hoisted up with speed. The last was the oldest. As Tobias saw him, their eyes locked and there was something about him that made him linger despite the urgency. A breathlessness caught him despite the wind, something stirred in him that he had experienced before but not of this magnitude. It was stronger and reminded him of what it was like when he saw another he had an instant attraction and connection too. Even in the wind and rain, he could see how attractive the man was and had to snap himself out his own admiring throughs as he grasped the man as tight as he could and hoisted him up on the deck. Together they fall back but are on the deck and there’s a pause between them as they finally look at each other without the danger of drowning. Still clutching him, Tobias is about to speak when the other crew get them on their feet. They try and take him to medic but Tobias follows, insisting on helping him walk and with good reason too. Not just because he wants to remain close and hear about who they are but because there was a struggle after being in the cold water for so long. “I’m Tobias,” he manages to speak. It’s soft, his gaze unable to take his eyes from the man. “You’re lucky we spotted you. Where you out there long? Where were you travelling from?” Its too much and rambling, so unlike him but he can’t help it.

[songwrote]

@songoftheriver

gaining notoriety did two things for rhiannon and river: it pushed them to work even harder and into versions of themselves that were destined to burn out at some point. it didn't matter if their songs topped every chart, if the feedback was nothing but incredible. they both wanted more. they just had different reasons for why they wanted more. the grammy's left a lot to be desired, snubbing their band in a variety of categories. but instead of turning to each other for the support they needed, they let the world around them try to do it instead.

rhiannon tried to meet with every producer she could, river worked the pr side of things. the idea was exposure in whatever form they could get it. the problem is, the night of the grammy's isn't great for either. especially with alcohol flowing like it was the last night on earth. they got on each other's nerves, with rhiannon trying to stop river from steam rolling into conversations he had no business being in and with river telling rhiannon to pick a lane for herself. did she want to be a star or did she want to be his personal manager?

"that's fine, river. do what you want then." she was tired, drunk in a way that was no longer fun, and uninterested in keeping river from making a fool of himself. rhiannon left him behind in favor of going home. not thinking she'd lose her boyfriend, bandmate, and musical soulmate in the span of a few hours. but that was hollywood, wasn't it? it moves fast.

lydia, on the other hand, found river to be exactly what he should be. bold, a little brash, charming, and handsome in the most divine, classical sense. he was meant to be a star and if that meant stepping on some toes to get there, then so be it. rhia was too rigid to help get either of them there. river knew what it took and he shouldn't be bogged down by someone who didn't. which is why in his drunken stupor, the blonde made sure to end up by his side. they took shots, they talked to people together. they were the perfect pair. an actress and a singer, the ying and yang of the business. she was meant for this.

and she was smart, too. she made sure not to bad talk rhiannon, didn't utter a word that wasn't full of praise for river and his band and his talent. lydia made it all about him. "i can guarantee he'll call you guys within a day," the blonde half slurs as the two stand outside overlooking the vast backyard of some record label executive. the night still felt so young. with its endless possibilities. "and he'd be an idiot not to. you're on three different hot one-hundred lists. next year's grammy's are going to have you winning everything."

[ofgrenvde]

closed starter @labyrinthinesyndicatex - grant blackwood

The music drowned out most of the bar noise. Grant complained about his bad knee acting up again while she sipped her drink, listening to him rant about the young idiots at work who didn't know how to properly secure a perimeter. His cynicism made her roll her eyes. Same old Grant, acting like love was some fairy tale nonsense. She told him about Yara's latest obsession with K-pop, which got her the expected grumpy-old-man speech about "real music." His presence, though eternally pessimistic, always grounded her. "So with that whole mess at the docks settled, I bet work's gotten easier? Must be nice not having to look over your shoulder every five minutes." She knew better than to expect a straight answer about his work with the Sanchez family, but she still worried. "Remember when we used to think being grown up meant having everything figured out?" He'd probably launch into another lecture about how naive that was.

[thehvnt]

the open starter .01 ; well this is awkward.

Tem horas que o Hunt realmente se questiona o porque de ele nunca conseguir dizer não pra própria avó. Tudo seria tão mais fácil, sabe? Sem precisar se preocupar em abrir espaço na agenda, em sair mais cedo pra não ter risco de se atrasar, e também de não passar por todo processo de conhecer alguém do zero e inevitavelmente chegar no momento em que as duas pessoas na mesa vão se tocar que foi mais um blind date que não deu em nada.

Ao menos, pra ele, os últimos foram. E Hunt não era anti amor, anti relacionamento - pelo contrário, era literalmente o ganha pão dele, ser a testemunha por trás das câmeras de tantos casamentos e cerimônias lindas, ele era muito mais um arauto do amor do que um cético.

Mas a avó dele tinha expectativas, os parentes da outra pessoa tinha expectativas, todo mundo tinha expectativas, e no fim Hunt se encontrava na posição de não dizer não. Que também não significa que o date precisava ser ruim, ele não era criança, não ia ficar na mesa emburrado como se fosse o fim do mundo; seria no pior cenário um encontro que deu errado, e no melhor cenário a chance de conhecer uma pessoa legal.

Depois de outro gole do chá gelado, ele deixou a caneca temática com a borda pintada igual um salva vidas apoiada no porta-copo da mesa baixinha entre os dois. — E, de novo, foi culpa minha deixar a reserva pra cima da hora e a única mesa disponível era essa de fundo do mar. — Ele passou a mão nos cabelos. — Tô me sentindo uma pérola nessa cadeira de concha.

[mitchelljackson]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @riverxjackson

"We haven't gone this way yet have we?" Mitchell's eyes were scanning the area, focusing on a fork in the trail that could lead them in multiple directions. He was sure that they'd already been the other direction, but he wasn't entirely sure. "Or maybe it's this way?" he questioned, returning his attention to his nephew. "What do you think? Which direction should we try?" He'd been trying his best to get out more, do whatever he could to spend more time outdoors and he loved that he could also spend time with his nephew in the process. "I'm just saying once we're out of here I'm going to need some food."

[writermuses]

Yael hadn't been expecting a client, her shift was almost done and it had been a long day with just three very demanding customers and only two short breaks to eat, bathe, and breathe between. She'd been braiding her hair, laying in the lounge with a few of the other girls, when Madame Montgomery snapped her fingers at her and told her to not keep Charlie waiting. It was her eagerness to please and her innocent face that made her the perfect submissive. It also helped that she was quick to find beauty in strangers. There was certainly no lack of it when she saw her client. With a soft, "Hey Charlie, let's get outta here." She'd laced her small hand in his and taken him from the client's lounge to their assigned room.

The touching had been slow, innocent enough, and he was so quiet she was having a difficult time parsing out what he wanted. When he gently held her face she covered his larger hands with hers, bringing his palms to her lips and kissing each one softly before placing them in her lap, still holding his hands. "Have you done this before or are you trying to find a nice way of telling me I'm not what you wanted? I promise my feelings won't be hurt. We can do whatever you want- touching, no touching, watching me touch myself, talking- or not, getting another girl... to replace me, I mean. It's extra for another one to be with us." Her face flushed and she giggled with embarrassment. "I ramble a little when I'm nervous, sorry." Making the gesture that she was zipping her lips, she prepared for the gorgeous man to say 'sorry Cassie, you're not what I want'. In the waiting her eyes fell back to the ring, wondering if he'd chosen her because she looked like his wife- or the opposite, and now wanted to go the other way.

continued from here for @maximalcatpossible

[burnishedrebel]

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“That it doesn’t…” Cesar replied, a slight and knowing smirk gracing his features. From his numerous professional entanglements with Serena over the years, Cesar knew she knew his background far greater than her statement let on. They’d worked together successfully, and Cesar had no doubts they’d continue to do so. However, with Serena’s hair down and figure adorned in a bright-coloured dress, her presence entirely unexpected, Cesar couldn’t help but think she might have some other intentions. 

As the prospects danced around his mind, Cesar chuckled at her quip about looking at his body. “I wouldn’t have expected anything less,” Cesar returned, the smirk curling further on his lips. After toeing off his boots and tugging down his shorts, Cesar was left in nothing but a pair of black briefs. With a simple tug, he pulled those down too. He had no qualms about being naked before Serena, especially with how she looked at him. Strolling into the water, Cesar got halfway in before he turned back to face Serena. “Care to join?” he asked, another smirk tracing his features. 

@imperfectox

[cohenblake]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @courtneyxblake

Cohen Blake was still shocked at the outcome of his life sometimes. He had loved Courtney for as long as he could remember - the two had met as neighbors when they were just five years old - and Cohen had made a promise to himself and to her that they'd be in each other's lives forever. And while they were living out that dream, there were still days that Cohen barely believed he deserved it. His life had been chaotic at one point, and despite the fact that he still didn't fee as if he did enough sometimes, he was more than thankful to have Courtney and her never ending love in his life. Because sometimes that was about all he had going for him. He parked the car outside his trailer, turning the engine off before he leaned into the passenger seat and grabbed his lunch box, tossing the water bottle inside and using his free hand to grab the flowers he'd picked from the side of the highway on his way home. Typical Wednesday night shenanigans if you asked him. Unlocking the front door, he made his way inside keeping quiet regardless of the fact he knew that he'd been heard - the unfortunate part of driving a beat up Bronco and living in a trailer often meant you couldn't show up at home unannounced - placing the keys in their designated spot before he took off his shoes at the front door, moving towards the kitchen and grabbing the now empty vase from the counter top. Filling it with water and placing the bouquet of wildflowers inside he returned it to it's home and moved through their home in search of his wife. "Court?" he called, quietening his footsteps in fear she may be sleeping and he was disturbing her.

[misericordel]

starter for @fellabsolve

the smell of sweets does not usually work to draw her attention, but the combination of a slightly familiar blonde hair with it as she's walking down the streets of fibonacci's surface serves well enough to draw her into looking that way.

what she sees makes her perk up in an instant.

"rafal!!" veyle practically crashes into him— stopping just before they can actually collide. "you got sent to this weird place too? oh, you have no idea how happy i am to see you!" a familiar face, and one that shared similar plights to her own at that, helps to soothe the anxious thoughts on her mind.

[gaelxdevries]

The Arsenal with Ronnie Zhou @ronniezhou

He didn't need to look up to know who was approaching, footfall too familiar to mistake, but he did anyway. Eyes were quick to flick over her features, searching her expression for some kind of clue about her unannounced entrance and her body for any obvious injuries. He found no evidence of either. "Something wrong? Or are you just here to convince me to fund your newest idea for explosives?" He pushed himself away from his desk to face her properly, as though he needed to be head on to hear whatever was about to come out of her mouth. She was too chaotic for him to predict, the only thing he'd learned to count on was that he'd never truly know what she was going to do next. It was strangely freeing, being around someone he couldn't reliably match, leaving him no option but to interact organically. But with all the years they'd been around each other he had at least begun to pin point the source of at least half of her visits - that she had nothing else better to do. "No, wait. I got it - just bored?"

[madeleinefoster]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @rubywritesrp

"Okay, I know I've been promising you I'd read this book a long time ago, and I promise I've tried about seven times now-" a pause as she removed the book from the shelf, eyebrows raising in an attempt to be stealth like. "- but this is a lot of copies of one book for a town like Kismet Harbor." Running into Ruby here had been a complete accident; the two had met awhile - likely ten years or so at this point - and while they'd kept in touch the best they could, it was never a shock when contact would be lost. Madeleine almost preferred to keep it that way. The less people in her life the better; she'd lost so many already, the thought of losing more was nearly unbearable. So when she'd ran into Ruby in Kismet Harbor of all places, it had been as if they'd never lost contact; and of course one of their first out tings together was none other than Kismet Harbor Library. Madeleine had all the research to do for her journalism entry and honestly not nearly enough information considering she'd already been here a few days at this point. So, what better way to learn the history of the town then to research it in the archives of the library. "You think anyone here has read it?" she questioned. "And do you think any of them know this is really the towns finest gem?"

[sadavang]

Who: @rhianwells Where: Sada's Office When: April 12th, Mid-morning

"I don't know about these, I mean... the colour isn't exactly in my palette, do you think?" Looking at one of the cushions that had come off the sofa in the office she had moved into but hadn't done much to change besides going through the paperwork within, she held it up for Ria to inspect. Her input on such things was exactly why Sada had brought her up here.

"I don't want to you know... erase him," Yes she did. "But... if I'm going to have to work in here, it'd be nice to have some of... me, in it, too, you know? And these are not me. I mean... Tobias had taste at least five decades older than he was. Who has tweed cushions?"

[negobiator]

@asphodelform

How many days spent here, and Obi-Wan has yet to achieve anything remotely resembling peace?

ENCOY is not quite enough like Coruscant to settle him. The trees and rivers, further out beyond the city, do not make meditation any easier when he is so disconnected from the Force at present. At times he tries to tell himself that it's only natural to be so unbalanced without it; at others, he scolds himself for being unable to accept his shortcomings. He is failing to find serenity at every opportunity. He can do nothing about his present situation until he acknowledges that, but it hardly seems like a time to self-reflect.

That may very well be the largest of his problems. Even now he cannot be patient, not with himself and not with this world. This place only frustrates him. It has been full of nothing but unpleasant surprises for what is turning into weeks, now.

It should be unsurprising, then, that he manages to encounter one more as he half-heartedly investigates historic Old Yesteryear. Even still, Obi-Wan is entirely unprepared to find what can only be a ghost standing among the denizens that mill up and down the sidewalk. Over a decade of learning to pick his former master out of a crowd makes the man's profile alone almost impossible to miss. Obi-Wan grinds to a halt all the way down the street.

Qui-Gon is exactly as he lives in Obi-Wan's memory ( on the best days. on others, Obi-Wan instead thinks of nothing but standing before the pyre until the flames had died and only ashes remained, ) painfully alive and unburdened by both the many years that have passed for Anakin - a young man, here, whose childhood disappeared without Obi-Wan getting to witness so much as a moment of it - and the grief that Obi-Wan has spent so many days trying to leave behind.

For a moment he is terrified that the Force has returned to him only to show him this vision. But he feels none of his missing connection, and beyond that, this is so far removed from any glimpse of the future - or the past - that the Force has brought to him before.

Denizens part around him like he is a rock in the middle of a stream, and Obi-Wan can't begin to imagine how shaken he looks - were he more proud, he would wish to leave. Someone so lost and rattled should not be one of their earliest impressions of the Jedi. He can't will his feet to move in either direction, but he does raise his voice, full of tentative disbelief and on the precipice of wavering. "Master Qui-Gon?" Please. Please, please please.

[ofgrenvde]

closed starter @poisonvdhonvy - violeta santiago

"Boys? At thirteen?" She pushed the margarita glass back and forth between her hands, watching ice cubes clinking against the sides. The conversation with Yara this morning came as a surprise—questions about dating and first kisses weren't what she expected during breakfast. "I told her education comes first, but she rolled her eyes at me. Actually rolled her eyes! She said something about me not understanding what it's like to be a teenager now." The frustration of raising a teenager alone sometimes felt overwhelming. "I want her making good choices, not getting distracted by some kid who won't remember her name next semester." Nia took a long sip of her drink. What would Kaia have said? That question always lingered when she wasn't sure what to do.

[anlidowning]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @jademeilittle

"Isn't it crazy to think that just a few years ago, little bit over there was young enough to be in your classroom?" Anli added, eyes watching as her daughter played carelessly with another kid at the park. It was no surprise shed made her way towards a younger child; Olivia had always had an eye for helping younger kids out. Not to mention she'd been begging her mom for a sibling; all to which Anli had shaken her head and told her it was all in due time. "Those kids make you want to pull your hair out yet?" she smiled, water bottle pressed to her lips and taking a sip. "I don't know how you do it. Sometimes I struggle with one and she's fairly independent now."

[imanixkline]

Yacht Party with Emiliano De La Cruz @emilianodelacruz

Not a patient woman by nature, Imani had found her frustration rising with each second them remained trapped inside. More incensed by the inconvenience of it all than concerned about any threat of violence. The whole situation could be helped if people just stayed still, their constant toing and froing doing nothing but add fuel to her fire. Things only got worse when a heavy foot landed on her open toed heel, jaw tightening as she stifled the pain. "Maybe it'd be helpful if we all just stayed were we were. The doors have been tried already." For once she had to work to sound reasonable and friendly, irritation almost cracking her polished tone. Had she been completely unrecognisable there might have been a temptation for a sharp remark, or a jab about their clumsiness, but she'd worn her mask too well for too many years to let it slip now. With a supressed sigh she gathered herself, tone friendlier the next time she tried. "But here, at least have some light if you're trying to find someone." With a smooth movement she pulled out her phone, using the flashlight to help them move past her without any more of her toes being casualties. But they were unsteady on their feet, likely still drunk from earlier and staggering towards her. Reflexively she stepped back, her shoulder colliding with someone else's and eyes closed briefly as she prepared to apologise with sweet, smooth tones. "Sorry, I was trying to avoid more trodden toes but it seems like I've just traded them for bruised shoulders."