#BETA.
* ⟢ CONTINUED FROM HERE : @gracefallen
he cannot help the shudder that runs down his spine, blue eyes lifting to take in the other's darker gaze, his own widening at the step closer he takes. despite the dread twisting his stomach to knots, it's confusion that passes over his features. " why ? so you can congratulate whoever you are picturing ? " from anyone else, it might have sounded sarcastic, but he can hear his own confusion in his voice. his gaze dips to his hand as he moves it, unable to stop the flinch that pulls his face away, eyes shuttering, a deep inhale taken to calm his frayed nerves, swallowing down the flash of pain. " it was an accident, nothing more. i was not paying enough attention and i walked past a door as it was being opened. nothing more, magnus. sorry to disappoint. " lifting a hand, waving it dismissively in the space between them. " now, if you'll excuse me. " he should find some ice, maybe the swelling wouldn't be so bad if he managed to escape magnus soon.
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sam’s almost convinced himself that the tape just randomly fell into his hands last night.
it’s a bleeding morning ; orange light and creeping shadows, spindly fingers stretched across the horizon. he’s picked frost–dry knuckles raw in an effort not to resort to the crumpled pack of smokes at the bottom of his bookbag. corinne has mentioned that getting caught with cigarettes at school could get him in bad trouble. namely, detention ‒‒‒‒‒ which seemed a far less attractive concept before sam heard levi hayes be sentenced to it for caving some kid’s face in. wiping clammy palms on porous denim, sam stares holes into the asphalt between his scuffed shoes, remembering ( ... ) as the floodlights on the football field die in favour of the rising sun.
he couldn’t have done it himself, what levi did ‒‒‒‒‒ sam’s never fought back against or stood up to anyone. except once, but that rebellion left no one bleeding but himself. he’s jealous and awestruck and sorry, and there’s not a chance in hell he’ll be able to play that casual at all. because this is a pretty big deal. limited edition. and sam (very famously, to his own detriment) hasn’t really talked to anyone at school yet. he’d prefer to have saved that for graduation. or the next time he needs to find weed.
but by the time levi’s car peels into the parking lot, coming to a stop all crooked between the pale white stripings, sam has made up his mind. it’s cool, after all. he just coincidentally found the tape laying around when he was closing up shop, and his sister didn’t want it anymore, and he himself for some reason doesn’t, either, so he brought it here. because he also coincidentally remembered that levi would break someone’s nose for that tape. and that, coincidentally, meant something to sam when that cover began to haunt him from its place on the shelf. it’s meant something to him since levi’s fist hit its target, all the way up to now.
with a minute shiver and the cloudy exhalation of a bad word, sam pushes off the hood of corinne’s car and grabs the very offering he intends to make with the shrug of his shoulders, like it isn’t a big deal at all ‒‒‒‒‒ like that tape doesn’t weigh a ton in his hand and he can’t feel bile rising in his throat. all cool.
he’s tapping on the driver’s side window before he can think better of it. or think about booking a flight home. behind the glass, with helpless eyes ‒‒‒‒‒ this poor, poor thing, barely a person yet ; pale skin, wispy hair and dark circles in the newborn winter light. he takes some empty breaths, then proffers the tape like a magical boon, a shield to guard him. ❛❛ i heard you lost yours. ❜❜
﹙ * ﹚ &* @daevilhorns: 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙.
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CURIOUS SMILE PULLS AT HER LIPS , head shaking at his words. " no ... " she says , wondering how he ever could've thought that it would've been. she's not been able to stop THINKING about him since he vanished --- a part of her worried that it had all been some strange , alcohol induced dream. but here he is , as alive and BIZARRE as she remembers. nodding slowly as he speaks , she notes the little to no detail he PROVIDES. " hm ... " she says before following his gaze down to her hands , stretching out her fingers as if expecting to see something on them. " a few ... " she admits quietly , brows PULLING together as she looks up at him again. " but no handsome , unusual strangers came running out of the shadows to help me , so i had to deal with them on my own . " hands drop as she RISKS a step closer. " where did you go to ... ? " she asks , ensuring to keep her tone gentle. " there was no record of you at that hotel . "
↪ CONTINUED FROM HERE ; @starlcved
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( SEBASTIAN MORAN ): DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP. the hope was a passing thought, anyway, dashed now entirely by sebastian's words. if there was to be no friendly conversation between the two, at least hannibal could prepare himself for whatever it is the other truly wanted his company for. ' does that mean you won't join me for a glass of wine? ' knowing glance is given up to sebastian, doctor lecter gripping a bottle of red from his collection. he meant to enjoy it himself, but he'd much rather taste the sweet drink along side good companionship. perhaps that's more than he could anticipate, tonight. nevertheless, hannibal collects two glasses and pops the cork of the bottle. ' are you here for business or pleasure, mr. moran? i can hardly ever tell, ' amused grin is given up to the other man, offering him the cabernet. @gunbash.
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#barbairy. ind, sel, and mutuals only roleplay blog for elina from barbie's fairytopia, mermaidia, and magic of the rainbow. crossover and oc friendly. adored by b [ 23 | she&her ].
* a study in: struggling to find acceptance, wanting to be normal, earning your happy ending, chronic hero syndrome.
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starter call : connie → @warrued.
" we should leave, before they come back. "
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for some godforsaken reason, i’m still here, like i’ve always been before. from nesta to murtagh hehehehe
𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, as though a wrong movement might crack and splinter the air between them. 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘚 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘙, blacked–out safe for where treetops part to 𝖆𝖉𝖒𝖎𝖙 jagged slices of night sky. nesta’s anger 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ‒‒‒‒‒ she looks painted red beside him, LIKE A BEACON SHINING. murtagh narrows his eyes at her, withholding reply. he cannot seem to make sense of this woman. after rummaging through his saddlebag for a wineskin, then uncorking and offering it, 𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 : ❛❛ so you wish to leave. ❜❜
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@kingbiote › 🎤 ft. cocaine jesus by rainbow kitten surprise.
it's nearing ten o'clock at night, and beard's only a few beers in. the alcohol is a welcoming warmth in his stomach, a pleasant buzz present throughout his system. eddie had joined him about ten minutes ago, granting him company on an otherwise uneventful night. ted had a scheduled facetime call with his son, so beard made the trek to their usual place by himself. while drinking alone had been nice, it's a lot less sad when you have someone beside you. so, he's just grateful eddie had come when beard had texted, politely requesting his presence. leaning forward, half-empty glass in hand, beard says, ❝ thanks for showing up. ❞ a pause, giving beard the time to sip at his beer, contemplating. since eddie came all the way here, beard sure return the favor. ❝ you know, you could call me when you need it. it's good to have people like that who'll be there when you need them. ❞
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@queencvbra
↪ "i’ve been having weird dreams ."
oh, her expertise is needed. well, expertise is not exactly what she'd call it, but between her & her friends, she probably clocks the most hours googling & reading about dream interpretations. sure, sometimes the mind plays tricks on you because of stress & all of that unpleasant stuff tory most definitely has too much of in her life. but even then, dreams can be a gateway to answers you didn't even know you needed. so, color her intrigued ! braid completed, she lets it fall down tory's shoulder, " have you, now ? " before nudging her a little, prompting her to turn around. curious eyes watch patiently, leaning back into the couch as she draws her legs underneath herself. " are you sleeping through the night ? i always have weird dreams when i don't sleep enough. usually before cheer competitions. " shudder. " ––– so, what'd you dream ? "
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seraphina carries herself with a large, and earned, amount of confidence. she knows exactly what she is good at, exactly where her strengths lie, and she’s damn good at playing them. she can be very cat - like in how she moves, decidedly leisurely with her actions but always, always precise in her existence and body. in some instances, her movements can be swift to the point of uncanniness, which definitely contributes to the discomfort that one might feel around her.
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* ⟢ lysandra ennar - ashryver → @starlightfreed : ❝ god , it feels like i’ve been here before. ❞
it is not the first time someone has recalled their time here. the land between lands is a wonderous paradise. unless the memories are taken, as they were from the unworthy, the land remains suspended in the minds of travellers as a dreamscape. something of a smile dances over her lips, russet gaze moving over the travellers features. " perhaps you have been here in a dream, ma'am ? " head tilts, sending chestnut curls sprawling over her shoulder before turning to the preparations for dinner in front of her. small this time, the inn had not seen many visitors for some time. " are you travelling for long ? " changing the topic with practiced ease, deft fingers slicing into the vibrant green vegetables that only grew in this land alone; part of the test she was soon to conduct upon this traveller and all the others.
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﹙ * ﹚ &* @lickbatteries: 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.
❛❛ no, you won’t. ❜❜ 𝗔 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗔𝗦 𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗔𝗦 𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥. oppressive desert heat ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, palpable as human touch. forming a fist that clenches. AS ENGINES REV UP IN THE DISTANCE, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮 turns their back on the smouldering cadaver of a getaway ride and 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎 of a ray gun to the paper cut–out silhouette ᵒᶠ A LAST STAND. she has deemed that party poison, 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑, cannot meet their end here. ❛❛ you should go back [ . . . ] 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❜❜ the gun gleams 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦, like a spectre of sunlight. 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜.
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BROWN EYES ROLL AS SHE LIFTS THE GLASS back up to her lips , attention turned back towards the crowd. “ come on now , darling . ” she muses , half SCOLDING words intended in a mostly playful light. “ you can treat yourself to at least one night off every now and again ! god knows that you’ve earned it . ” still , she can’t help but THINK that there’s something more to all of it. or someone. dragging her gaze back over to him , she allows the smallest TRACE of a smile to appear on her lips as she leans in closer. “ you could even invite your new friend out , you know ? i really wouldn’t mind . ”
↪ CONTINUED FROM HERE ; @acharnemcnt
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@herencias , cont.
others would shame her for keeping such dangerous company. in her line of work, there should be no such empathy for a killer, a criminal like hannibal lecter. but that is what he loved so much about her - clarice could look past the bad things hannibal has done and truly see the man beneath. not many have gotten to see him, the real him ; he hasn't given many the chance. but clarice has earned it. all of those visitations with glass walls between them, the conversations she graciously bestowed upon him. her mind was delicious, and hannibal had been lucky enough to get inside of it. the doctor didn't intend to take that for granted.
' it's is a stunning sight, ' hannibal recites, but he is not referring to the room they now both stand in. even in such a place as italy - known for its culture and beauty - clarice starling stood out as a monument ; a glittering treasure. knowing that she was just as happy to see him made hannibal grin, teeth and all, as he moved to the bottle of champagne he had ordered upon his arrival. ' you flatter me. i've always felt i belonged in europe. my heart urged me to come back here. i suppose i should be lucky i finally got the opportunity, ' it's a light quip, the doctor giving the agent a knowing smile over his shoulder before he pops the cork of the bottle. bubbles explode into the glass as he pours, only turning back to clarice when he can offer her the flute of champagne. ' i thought a toast would be in order, ' eyes land on hers, softer than someone like him should look. ' to freedom. and... to us, ' glass touches her own with a small tink.
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newbie fic authors, shooting themselves in the foot: This fic is bad haha I suck at writing lol I am being mean to myself in the hopes that you will be nice to me but actually am dissuading anyone from even clicking on my fic because all I have done to advertise it is tell you why you shouldn't read it
me: I am King Big Dick of Fanfic Mountain and I have arrived in your fandom with the Express Intention of writing my Very Favorite Fics, which I will generously allow you to read. You're welcome.
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Disclaimer these are just a small sampling of some possible writer traits I’ve noticed either in myself or in fics I read. Also consider a rb for sample size !
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