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[fauxfinale]

' anyone else get a weird vibe about patrick ? i don't understand him . '

[patricks-hockstetters-lighter]

Drunken confessions

The night had started off pretty chill.. well for a party that is. music playing, teens chatting/drinking and Bethany had just spent it talking away to Sawyer (which her brother would kill him for if he found out). but after a few drinks and a few guys looking her way she eventually lost Sawyer in the growing crowd that was Marilyn's party. she was swept away and dazed the music not helping with her growing headache but as the clock struck midnight (how perfect) she bumped into the boy she wanted to see the most. Sawyer who had been standing awkwardly in a corner half the time with a red solo cup, turned to look at her flushed cheeks and and dopey smile. "sawyerrrr! I missed ya!" she hick-ups out as she leans against him face practically dive bombing into his chest as she slumped against him. her arms going to wrap around the skinny boys neck as she giggled into his shoulder. "where were youuuuu?!" she says very loudly even with the blaring speakers playing. she hadn't even drunk that much she was just…. a bit of a light weight.

@rockfailure @fauxfinale

[preeningpisces]

the devil took hold of me & forced my hand

[cursedvessels]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ open to ALL !! relationship: strangers/acquaintances perhaps someone with supernatural connections brought as a safe space for shimi's first human encounter plot ·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ Shimi's first contact with a real human being, face-to-face, and breath-to-breath. Although they've been in human minds, heard about humans, seen possession occur, they've never been given their own human form to possess and, therefore, have never gotten to speak to a human, let alone be in the same room as one...take this with a grain of salt if your muse is supernatural in some way, totally fine if they're only part-human or something of the like... <3 As far as I'm concerned he's really only ever been around other jinn, demons, gods, angels, and creatures like that...y/m could be supernaturally connected/know his kin/etc OR if y/m is just a standard human maybe they've sort of stumbled into this situation whether offered some quick cash in a pinch or something else entirely...up to you!!

Silence spread between them. Silence that felt deeper than the greatest canyon. It sunk into the atmosphere, ate away at any noise that tried to penetrate it. It seemed, for a moment, almost so silent that one could hear one's own heartbeat...and perhaps even the heartbeat of another, the blood moving through one's veins, the heavy pressure against one's lungs as the diaphragm expanded and contracted. Eir eyes locked onto the other's, chin resting neatly against their newly acquired limbs as e eyed them from the other side of the glass--a safe distance. But was the safety for eir sake? Or for the other's?

"I've never been this close to a human before," he admitted in a low tone, the only words to break the silence and yet it hardly felt like breaking it at all. It was almost as though their voice simply...melted away into the same silence that had been bringing the other closer to begin with. It drew them in, made them want to get closer. Lavender hues bore holes into the other's head, studying their internal temperatures, their very soul...What made humans tick? They were trying their very best to understand by o b s e r v i n g. The next question that came was likely a little confusing without context, but Shimi was still learning proper communication.

"What's it like?"

[moshebehar]

SETTING ― Latte Love, afternoon ! AVAILABILITY ― Open ! ( Capping at 4 ) !

It was peaceful. That had been Moshe’s initial impression of Blue Harbor when he’d finally taken the plunge that following Nilay halfway across the world had warranted. There was really no telling whether he'd make the decision to leave any time soon― he doubted his perpetual wanderlust would pull him away from Blue Harbor considering the fact that he seemed to find more and more reasons to stay with every passing day. It wasn’t as though he had a deep aversion to packing up and leaving if that was something that needed doing— it was more that his time in the United States had offered him a freedom he’d not yet allowed himself to experience in life and he was all too willing to take advantage of it as long as he possibly could. Freedom that had found him, at that present moment, shifting in a cafe chair outside of Latte Love, grading papers for the most recent assignment he'd given his first year students. 

“Ah, good try, mate,” Moshe found himself murmuring under his breath as he wrote a few detailed comments beneath the final paragraph of the paper in question. He admired the effort his students were willing to put into their work and hoped it was in part due to even the barest hint of respect they’d developed for him since he’d become their teacher. He found himself blinking owlishly at the sight of a phone number scribbled at the end of one of his student’s papers and shook his head firmly as an almost startled laugh erupted from him just loud enough to catch the attention of someone near him. He raised a hand and smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry about that– I hope I didn’t startle you. Perhaps you can help me? What’s a fellow to do to turn a student down incredibly gently when they seem to have a crush on him? I’m really quite concerned I’ll accidentally reduce her to tears or something.”

[feuerwizard]

Open Starter for all mutuals || Silly drunk Caleb inspired by this video

The potent effects of the many, many ales he had consumed throughout the evening were quite apparent in the deep, rosy flush that spread across Caleb's freckled cheeks, giving him a charmingly disheveled appearance. His ginger hair tousled and unkempt, evidence of a carefree state so unlike his usual brooding demeanor. With each slurred word, his thick accent became even more pronounced, a result of his lowered inhibitions. "You see," he explained passionately for what was likely the third or fourth tangent in the span of an hour, "it is all about the somatic components." His hand gestured wildly as he continued to ramble on, completely enthralled by his own thoughts and theories. "Magic is a lot like cats," Caleb trailed off, losing his line of thought very quickly, perhaps growing a bit distracted simply thinking of cats instead. "I’m… I’m not entirely sure where I was going with that, but it made perfect sense within my head."

[satocidal]

་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖The Insides ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖

་ ، ˖ ࣪ Drafts ࣪ ་ :-

(In order of preference)

Miscumunication (Nanami kento x Reader)

Warnings: slightly ooc because I’m not used to him lmao, power play? Partial exhibitionism

Lost the Bet Again, loser?(Shoko+Satoru+Suguru x Reader (foursome))

Warnings: just filth. Pure filth, nothing but sex MDNI

What Happens in vegas, Stays in Vegas (Geto Suguru x reader)

Warnings: smut!!MDNI!! Strangers married overnight because vegas marriages don’t last, so they?

˖ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ Requests ࣪ ་ ˖:-

For anon : Hades! Sukuna x Persephone! Reader

For anon: jealous! Suguru x reader (possible threesome)

Ongoing Pieces:-

Clan Leader Gojo Satoru

Unfortunately Yours (Gojo x Reader)

[fauxfinale-moved]

class was going by painfully slow ... 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 . of course she'd never actually say that .

instead , the cheerleader mindlessly drums her fuzzy pen on her note book .

[inxspacetime]

almost every time i go through my likes extensively i find another person that's blocked me

[fauxfinale]

house party /ˈhous ˌpärdē/ ,

an event in which the ' cool kids ' of derry gather and needlessly drink the night away ; no one leaves sober .

preparations had been long complete , her house - free of any adult supervision for the weekend . she'd been a rich girl , marilyn ; living on the same street of the likes of gretta and sally , so needless to say her house was large enough to be the perfect venue .

the venus - graced cheerleader stares at herself in the mirror , a small turn as hazel eyes carefully study and over think her entire outfit . interrupted by the eruption of guests already arriving , it'd been like flood gates ; a chorus of teenagers eagerly awaiting to drink , smoke , dance - just about everything they shouldn't be doing . and marilyn happily greeted each person who came through her doors , already sporting a drink in her left hand .

' you made it ! ' she chirps .

[roronoacherries]

started marineford 🧍🏻‍♀️ i am not ready

[wormb0i]

« how do you spell ‘showfer’ ? »

[cursedvessels]

open to all!! ↳ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ; ꜱʜɪᴍɪ ☼ relationship: could be a friend who took him to the party, could be a complete stranger, literally anyone, any gender...also totally down for this being a historical thread because let's face it who doesn't love writing a drunk babe at a lavish ball plot: basically he wandered off from the main ballroom HOURS ago and your muse has just found him totally sloshed in one of the less-crowded rooms

"I've been having a marvelous time! This might be the best party I've ever been! Least in this century, no doubt..."

Shimi's voice came out practically in song, beaming at the other who had just entered the room and settled upon the lounge chair. He had splayed himself cross the chair, letting his upper body fall into their lap as he stared up at them, a wild grin on his wobbly features. One hand held a glass of champagne, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, his other arm craddling his suit coat. It was well into the evening by now, perhaps so much so as to be considered approaching morning. Yet, the festivities continued with the select stragglers who had drunk so much wine they were likely to stay until morn anyhow.

"Stay with me, won't you? Ohh! Or perhaps fetch us another bottle of sherry? So long as you promise to come back!"

[arc-sunsymbols]

"I'm looking for a new mortal enemy so random people can't just claim that title anymore."

[feuerwizard]

@recitedemise sent: "Your hunger for knowledge, Caleb, inspires me more than you know," Gale says, knelt low, low, low, unbuckling the straps to those rain-worn boots. "But truthfully, I argue the company of one's thoughts can only content for so long. Forgive me for my theories, but I wager I can stir some recklessness in you. To draw you from your mind and to silence your thoughts..." He peers up, eyes gleaming. "What would be enough try to your concentration?" About the swell of thighs, Gale's breath fans hot. // unprompted ask;; always open

The sound of Gale's familiar voice pierces through the room, causing Caleb to glance up from his work. Hand, stained black from the ink, hovers over the paper as he takes a moment to refocus. Dim candlelight casts shadows upon his face, highlighting the furrow of his brow and determined set of his jaw. Hours slipped away like grains of sand through his fingers as he immersed himself in his work. He hardly notices the passing of time, lost in the depths of his own mind. But when Gale, another kindred spirit guilty of getting lost in their work, comes looking for him, he knows he's been particularly reclusive today.

The wizard with chestnut hair kneels before him with promises of clearing his mind and trying his concentration, ah, so these are the games they’re playing today then.

“Recklessness?” He questions, and one ginger eyebrow arches upwards. With ink set aside, Caleb leans in close, fingers gently brushing through Gale's shoulder-length strands of brown hair. His hand rests against Gale's cheek, face marked with a cheeky grin that illuminates his features. “I am very skilled in concentrating, but I would like to give you my utmost attention since you are so clearly in need of it.”

[mecwmellc]

@buriedregrets sent "weren’t you in the news? / alex to rafael"

rafael had a feeling he knew where this was going, everyone had woken up to the news, but he was going to make sure alex was comfortable first. "i've been in the news plenty of times, you'll need to be more specific," he pointed out. from making the list on time magazine to being praised by president claremont, there were plenty of news articles on rafael luna.