#I HOPE YOU'VE BEEN OKAY! <3

[ofhope]

Oh was the lightly-polluted air of Penacony enlightening. Winter-stiff muscles grew warm beneath lamplight, the smell of fried foods coalesced his senses, and last but not least: more precious faces to lovingly swindle out of hard-earned cash, trade secrets. It wasn't malice that inspired Sampo, no, not quite curiosity either; but for every step, drive. Never life-shattering, at least not directly so, and few times did Sampo charge any-which-place bearing a blade of any sort... what good were knives, spears, whenever you had secrets?

Once rumblings of mishandled paperwork met his eager ears, Sampo would be a fool not to indulge — bonus benefits? A pretty face, but Sampo wasn't one to complain... simply: many such people focus best on their work when aided by visual, or auditory appeal.

Sampo was neither, but maybe, just maybe, this could be his good deed of the week.

“Say, I hear you're hurting for paperwork! What say you - how's about I lend you a contact of mine? I can't guarantee her prices, economy ever fluctuating, the price for kidneys always in that uncomfortable, rocky middle of not worth enough to stomach the itchy stitches, but enough to pay for a month's worth of rent. I'm kidding, buuut ~ she does require some cash up-front for her services. 'Least you, or I, can do, given the... questionable legality of the situation.”

Evering a new world did have its caveats. So many forms to fill out, so many things to sign up for, so much life insurance to invest... so, if Sampo could lend a helping hand... why not?

@crimsontwins // starter!

[masquenoire]

"Icons only" Roman finding out Matt is blind

Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react toAnd I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

[ame-to-ame]

there are things that you don't do for a year or more and pick up just right where you left off and these days i fear loving you might be one of them

[howdidigetbacktowritingwhat]

hiii i want you to know i just consumed the entire fic and all your art so far and im obsessed. any chance you're willing to feed me a few crumbs :3

hiii anon i also want you to know that this was the final pushing point that helped me push through finishing the next chapter <3/gen/pos

SIX

[quietlyblooms]

@lifesliced liked for something short and sweet!

" whoa, slow down-- " she's reaching out, grabbing their hands and squeezing as if to bring them back to here, now, and away from whatever they've seen. " you're not making sense. "

[sandcrafted]

Gabi once more adjusts the hair in her hair tie. She's not nervous - not really, not in the way that makes her gut twist and makes it hard to breathe. What she's feeling is more the kind of heavy weight that comes with responsibility; with knowing that you can't afford to fail. It's hard... and yes, it's scary... but more than anything else, she's determined to succeed.

And she has Levi by her side. That's what gives her strength more than anything else. It must be the hardest for him, she knows - she misses Falco every day so much it hurts, but she knows they'll reunite soon, and for Levi, who has to deal with the faces of old ghosts every day... well, she can't imagine how it feels.

"You don't look half-bad, old man! Though, not nearly as much as me." she makes fun of him with a glint in her eye and a grin on her face. It's second nature to her at this point, a teasing born from fondness she never would've expected to feel about an 'Island Devil' back in the past. But after a moment, her expression grows into a serious one - with a level of focus that seems far too great for a girl her age.

"What have you told them so far? ...Do you think they'll believe you?"

@naitfall ( starter! )

[kamipyre]

The newspaper is pleasant in Patrick's hands: always a fan of analog over digital - but never in a way that would paint him as anything but a relaxed nostalgic, as opposed to a fanatic. No, he just likes to feel things.

He flicks at the corners, scans the front and barely frowns at all the lovely murder news that make out most of what people speak of today. Bare bones interest fades into curiosity and when Patrick hands the newspaper back to the forensic scientist, he accompanies it with the question: "True crime. Yes or no?"

And an attentive gaze.

"What do you think of it?"

((i wanted to send Patrick in bc i needed EVERY excuse to throw more at Suki but why is he so LOW ENERGY ALWAYS, have an interesting conversation topic i would have otherwise asked as hc question for Suki at one point HEHEHE~))

that doesn't sound like a boston accent... ( ft. unprompted w/ @mythvoiced )

IT’S THAT PERSON AGAIN. The one that dropped by the precinct on a whim. She almost doesn’t recognize him from the previous time even if he is once more in a suit…he can’t be from around here; most people in LA don’t bother dressing up. Or if they do, it’s never just a plain old suit­– Suki would know; Los Angeles is supposed to be the city of celebrities and influencers. How the New Yorkers at Wall Street do it, even in the summer, is beyond her.

Anyways. This guy must be from the Northeast, Boston, maybe. It would explain the clipped tone. And the self-assurance, too, as if he’s asking a very serious question…and she ought to know about it too.

( She doesn’t, by the way. She doesn’t even know his name…so far she’s been calling him the ‘Wolf Suit Man’, not to be mixed up with Detective Lang. )

But she takes the newspaper­– the LAPD gets them for free anyways– back and deciding he’s a much more interesting subject than headlines for today, tilts her head. Odd question to ask someone in law enforcement.  And then she shrugs. “I’ve never tried it– I already see it in my job every day. Why would I want to bring it home?” She looks him in the eye– icy blue, as if they are from the glaciers of the Ice Age itself– “If it’s a matter of learning self-defense, I already have people I can ask. Why? Do you like true crime? I thought you weren't a fan of crime or of law enforcement!”

[delusionsofspace]

REGARDING THE POST YOU JUST REBLOGGED. METAL GEAR SOLID. IT'S ABOUT METAL GEAR SOLID. ALSO HI HAVEN'T TALKED IN A WHILE HOPE YOU ARE WELL !!!

OH HI ROSSIE I LOVE YOU

that post gave me fucking psychic damage when I say I teared up a little bit I mean it . ouch. mgs fans are you okay

[koumeowkami]

Lyn !!! Missed me ?

How's life ? Did you get to do anything cool today ? Or this week ?

Guess what, I went to the beach recently !!! The ocean was as beautiful as ever and I loved it so much

Have this rock I picked up from the sand <3

HIII LIRA I MISSED YOU SO MUCH !!!! sorry for the late reply but these last few days have been pretty intense 😭🤲🏻

WAHHH I HOPE YOU HAD FUN!!!! i miss going to the beach :(( i also used to pick up some cool rocks! my grandpa even used to collect them :3

life is... usual. i started uni last week and it's hard to get used to that routine again </3 even more considering third year is so difficult... thankfully paralive is easing up all the stress i've accumulated throughout the whole week (i've been very unwell about both the anime and revolution)

did you listen to the songs? did you watch the anime? i wanna know all of your opinions on it 👁️👁️

[yohankang]

btw sorry for the influx of negative posts but this is. literally a life defining moment for me and i'm scared shitless so <3 i'll calm down in a week i just need to be dramatic first

[boosterrs]

jason has already dubbed thee goldilocks 🤭

GIVE MY MUSE A NICKNAME / PET NAME.

jason calling boos goldilocks actually adds YEARS onto my life. i don't imagine he put all that much thought into it but like.

friend, it's a great nickname because HE IS. he literally just showed up one day and just acted like he was supposed to be there and has continued to do so and *i am pulled away from the stage*

[jeoseungsaja]

🍸 + "what do you need to move on?" ( for hyuk in arc two 🥺 but i also know that's gonna get realll sad- feel free to skip any if all of them, alex!! and please have a wonderful day too <3 )

@ofgentleresolve ♚ from x.

♔ ———–

    Sitting on the stairs that lead to his shabby office, a bottle of clear liquor is latched to his scarred hand. He usually doesn’t drink like this, prefers to use his sorrows as fuel to catch the justice he so ardently seeks. However, there are days where he finds himself in some kind of profound, oceanic hole without an exit; struggling to climb up and feel the air that his lungs so desperately need. These moments feel like heavy bricks attached to his ankles, dragging him toward deep sea; moments where his memories hurt more than giving him any kind of solace; moments where he knows his friend is a ghost and fervently wishes he wasn’t (but that’s not going to make Patrick rise out of his grave, is it?). 

   A hiccup, he tries to stand up and stumbles a little; long arm managing to get looped around the dilapidated rail. God, he hates this. Hates that the alcohol does nothing to numb the emotions bubbling within him; hates that the bottle is only making him more prone to speak about the things he’s been saving up since forever; hates that he feels helpless --- hates that he misses him so much, the yearning alone could burn an entire hole in his heart; pierce it permanently. 

   Stubborn as a mule, he still fights to walk down the stairs as a question echoes through. Who’s asking this? Who’s saying it? Is it his own head or is it someone who managed to see him in this shameful state? Suki is supposed to be back at his apartment to get some sleep; Jae-Hwan left about three hours ago --- there shouldn’t be anyone else around here but him and his heavy heart; him and this doltish idea of getting drunk. Feet get dragged on the last block of stairs and when he lets go of the rail, he has to lean in and support himself on the dirty windowsill. Fingers dig into the stained wood; a hand leaving the bottle on the window’s stool. 

   What do you need to move on? Can he even do it? Move on from losing someone he knew and loved for years? Move on from the lack of justice his best friend was given? Move on from experiencing misery that seems to portray an immense valley with drained flowers and vicious tentacles that keep extending themselves? Will there be a day where he doesn’t feel like this? Where he doesn’t latch onto a specific file that he’s re-read a thousand times; where he doesn’t stare with ache at the Lily of the Valley sitting near his desk, where he doesn’t graze the tattoo engraved inside his wrist with a close-lipped simper that wishes to break into tears. 

    There he goes again, trembling fingers pulling his sleeve down, if only to see the permanent drawing sitting on his skin --- an ode to him; an important piece he will always carry with him. 

    Until the end, and then a little more.

   “Maybe...a new...a new heart or...a new brain, I--I don’t know.” 

    He has to, one day, right? One day. He knows Patrick wouldn’t like him to sink like this --- he was always his anchor, the one who cheered him on. But it’s just...tough. Even after all these years. Losing him wasn’t easy and so, moving on isn’t easy, either. 

   “Sometimes I’m...waiting to wake up from a long nightmare. Hoping that...it’s just that, all of this. A nightmare. But it’s real, it’s all real---” 

    Even if his head sometimes plays tricks on him, he’s aware of this sour, stinging reality. His jaw clenches; hand brusquely moving to let the bottle drop onto the floor. It shatters into humid pieces, staining the floor. He breathes through his nose; closes his eyes. 

   “The people who did this to him...they need to pay. They need to get what they truly deserve. And I...I won’t rest until that happens. May--maybe then, I’ll be able to move on.” 

   Maybe.    Perhaps.    Who knows.

———– ♔

[taegularities]

Hi, Rid! I just wanted to say that as long as you're enjoying writing and are excited for the stories you have planned, I'm sure that I'll love reading them as well.

I really do love your writing and I'm willing to read anything you create, truly. Also with these life-ruining photofolio pictures of Tae, I've been thinking a lot about you and your stories tbh.

I hope you're doing well and I'm sending you lots of love 💞💞

you're genuinely such an encouraging person, and so so so kind, ivi. i've definitely always enjoyed the stories i posted – and with the lovely feedback that i get back, we have a great symbiosis going on, i think 🥺

the love you've shown me and my fics in such a short time means more than you know, honestly :(( thank you for supporting me every day. and ugh the photofolio pics are really a threat to the entirety of army, but i should've expected such a thing from such a man 😭 i'm so honoured they remind you of me, though wahhhh !!!! 🥺

[tribridkissed]

@charmed-redemption​ liked this for a starter from the Tribrid

Sometimes, Hope couldn’t help but almost feel like she was on fire. Everything inside of her would get the best of her if she wasn’t focused, and it was part of what always had her so agitated all the time. It was also, part of what Hope blamed when she got into MOODS like this where she couldn’t stop being so restless. Today was just one of those days, and she hoped that Rico wouldn’t hold it against her...what she did next.

Lifting her head up toward the sky, Hope found herself unleashing a rather powerful SCREAM, and by the time the sound stopped, she closed her eyes and nodded. Yes...that right there had definitely taken the edge off. “Sorry...that was just really needed.”

[darkimpulsed]

Mikey doesn’t know how to feel about Sanzu.

He’s avoided him for far too long- kept him at arm’s length, even though he knows that Sanzu would do anything for him. Somehow, he’d continued to care about Mikey, even after Mikey hurt him that day - mutilated him; forcing painful scars onto him that would stay forever.

Deep down, Mikey must’ve known it was unfair. He acted friendly with Sanzu, sure, but he never let him in like he used to do back when they were still innocent. He told himself he was protecting him, and that it was for his own good, but... that wasn’t it.

No. The reason was simple. ...One look at those scars, and guilt would always overwhelm Mikey - a guilt so strong that he felt that he couldn’t cope with it. And not just guilt, but fear. A fear of losing control again, making his heart pound and his stomach turn... in the end, he just wanted to avoid those feelings. A simple, selfish reason.

Now that he’s returned to the past, Mikey can’t help but carry it with him - that guilt. Because he knows just how badly he’s failed Haruchiyo. Even in Kanto Manji Gang, he hadn’t had the strength to resist the desire to have someone, anyone, by his side, and so he’d kept Sanzu around, despite knowing what kind of life he was dragging him into. Telling himself that Sanzu wanted it too was nothing but an excuse.

But he still doesn’t understand. He doesn’t get how Sanzu can look at Mikey with such adoration, and he doesn’t get why he became the kind of person who’d be willing to kill so many people without blinking an eye. It’s not like Mikey has the right to judge - he knows that. But... like a hypocrite, it scares him. Maybe because he knows it’s his fault.

...But Mikey is an expert at putting on a mask. So when he notices that Sanzu has approached him, he smiles the same way he always does, as if nothing had ever gone wrong between them.

“Oh! I thought you were with Mucho. What’s up? Need something?”

@mcwscollective​ ( starter for sanzu! )

[nbstevonnie]

well-meaning but ultimately misguided colleague when i mention i haven't done any work for my exam next week: but don't you want to be able to tell your supervisor that you did at least some studying? :/

me, unable to explain that i am so close to burn-out that using my free-time to spend 2-3 hours with a past paper will actually make me more likely to fail the actual exam: well, there's still this weekend and i've taken the day off before the exam so

colleague: oh, okay :)

[3 days later]

me: hold the fucking phone. my supervisor literally didn't even know what paper he was turning up for when he took the exam. he couldn't say a fucking thing to me even if he wanted to