#Thread 21

[enduringdevotion]

A Mirror More Fragile With Age ||@hopelantics||

Waystone Tavern. An ancient dusty place, the same bar Astarion and Roberto met in. It was light, airy and felt both old yet modern in regards to the architecture of the whole city.

During this season they held a special. 'Toasted Perlbery Rum'. Something new to hopefully wake him up from the strange mental fracture he's been in. Unlikely, but he could hope.

Tucked in the corner near the back exit, the wolf sat hunched over the drink, his cross firmly against the wall beside him, feeling empty without it. He used it as a reminder more than a weapon. A reminder he's strong, that he can't just bowl around people anymore. That if Livio or Vash or even Zazie showed up, they'd all be as frail as the rest of the humans around him.

Always a monster. Always a weapon.

Xuanyu.. He's different. He's always been human, was always frail and squishy, Legato too. They were safe, his mind didn't forget their frail nature.

Still, his hands were stained red. He knows they weren't, know he'd washed it off. But still he saw red, still he saw blue grow dull, watched the body fizzle into ash and light, taken to the tower nearby to revive. Had met those blue whilst playing his violin, trying to remember delicate was needed, just as it was with the instrument.

They'd parted ways. All he needed was to see blue again and it was enough. Had told him he finally understood why he always ran, that it was to protect others, never himself.

He barely remembers how they parted after that, everything a mangled blur chased away by the next spiced sip. He hated keeping himself distant, but until he figured his shit out, it was better this way. Sure, he was being no better than Vash, but there's a difference. He killed Vash. If it wasn't for the weird magic of this place bringing him back, that would have been the end of it. Even Roberto seemed horrified when he told him.

Yet another parental figure he disappointed.

"Damnit, blondie." He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. I just started to get my head on straight.

[angelictragedy]

Lean on Me (As I Lean on You) ||@hypnoticallycaucasian||

It'd been quite a few months, some chaos since moving into the new home. Nai had heard of Badou at Sonare when the others returned, and had stressed over his return. He'd gotten him gifts and mothered him for a week before he got the feeling he needed to back off.

Another dozen books on therapy tactics and he finally had a plan. It was quite simple, as it was just Badou.

He found him outside, setting first a bag of Chinese takeout in his lap before claiming the other chair with his own goodie bag. Out on the patio looking over their vibrant garden. From his own bag, he set a bottle of high quality whiskey, then claimed his own honey chicken to start himself off.

"At least eat a bit before you take the first swig." It's almost playful as he cracks open the clear container. "When you're ready to speak, I am here to listen." with this, he took the first bite, cementing their evening in this oddly cozy setting.

Gone was the smudge of blonde at the temple facing the other, his skin a touch ashen compared to the last time he'd dared to present himself in the home. His eyes, just a touch more haunted. Despite the small things, he seemed at peace, or at the very least, content.

[toa-masquerade]

There is wonder in their eyes as they dive into the sea of masks, colorful and in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. While the anonymity might frighten or bring unease, they found themselves quite the opposite. There was freedom in a place where everyone was on the same playing field, and the exciting mystery that the masquerade presents spurs them to choose someone among the crowd.

"Hello...!!" Their voice squeaks out - its a little sudden and loud, and noticing that, they soften their voice.

"Why did you choose that mask?" They ask. "And where? Do you know what it's made of?"

As they speak, their eyes wander about, taking note of the detail work. Would this be a clue to the person behind the mask, or would it lead them astray? 

A smile follows. Only one way to find out, right?

[sysig]

Reverberations, configurations (Patreon)

[souvenir116]

Hiii! Do you know of a master list of all the lestappen moments? Or a list of races to watch specifically for them?

I think having every lestappen moment would be a bit too much for anyone to work on it, if its not a combined work by multiple people, but @scuderiafemboy made a really nice thread last summer consisting of important moments, which is so helpful and sweet if anyone wants to know more about lestappen lore. @pretzelgotze also makes really nice summaries of each gp weekend, so I would advise it too ❤️

[sapphireofmars]

[prophvtics]

he had no right to be as infuriated with her as he was, not when his pretty wife was sat at home waiting for him, his two little girls tucked away in bed while their daddy was away with his young mistress. she was doing the right thing trying to end things with him, for too long they'd been scurrying around and hiding in plain sight, the reality of their affair was so close to becoming public knowledge and yet sully wasn't ready to let go, he couldn't bare to imagine a life without her in it despite knowing how terrible of a person it made him. "so that's it? it's over?" he couldn't stop himself from laughing in astonishment at how casually she'd announced her need to end things, as if everything he'd done for her and everything he'd put on the line meant nothing. "you've got a new boyfriend, haven't you? that's what this is about. what's his name? who is he?"

[kcyars99]

Taylor's reaction to The Times' review of TTPD:

''🤍These chemicals hit me like whiiiiite wiiiiine 🤍''

[dragonplated]

ok did some cleaning, taking meds then i am gonna lock in and do drafts to stuff into the queue. hopefully we finish the drafts today finally. the draft pile keeps growing. mostly bc i keep shoving memes/unfinished hcs in there lmao

[frostkingoftheapocalypse]

//.

[toa-masquerade]

You... are beginning to feel as though you've been tricked. If they can just part the sea with a little bit of magic, then why hadn't they retrieved your lost mask for you? Surely you aren't the only person to have dropped your mask in the water, right? There must be others wearing masks they got handed as replacements for the heinous crime of misplacing their original mask, right?

You aren't the only one with a super lame mask, right...?!

"Hey, you!" It doesn't matter who. Just whoever responds first. "They wouldn't let me see my mask before I put it on. Tell me what it says on it!"

[witchymenace]

Day 22

Whatever you're wishing for will come true, you don't have to beg for it. The Universe will help you get close to your wishes and goals, meanwhile you are supposed to work on yourself. Get better at everything you visualise, enjoy the little and simpler things of life and let the Universe do it's magic

[mummer]

"sara snow" as if that could have ever been a real name. get real. That is a drag name

[apopcornkernel]

trust me when i say u dont want to ask me about brothers in blood especislly in relation to tt #29 and ga #72

[agoobersretreat]

"Nacho cheese, you say? That needs to be tested~ Hmmhmmhmm~" *GLMP*

"Oh? But wait, I didn't-?"

Whoops, there she goes. Mousey tastes of cheese, alright!

[manslaught]

got any secrets big enough to crash a god damn plane? jackie's words weren't even directed at her, and yet, she's been thinking about it nonstop ever since. rationally, she knows that this isn't her fault, that they didn't all crash just because mikayla desousa likes girls, but that doesn't stop it from weighing on her anyway. she's distanced herself from the others, unable to sleep from both the anxiety gnawing away at her and the ache in her body, covered in wounds from the crash and her father.

there's nothing around to distract her from her own thoughts, so she's almost relieved when she hears someone else approaching. almost, until she lifts her head and sees @ladyintree, having to stifle a groan, because of course it had to be her. her presence only makes mikayla's irrational guilt worsen, because the feeling she gets in the pit of her stomach whenever tai's around only serves as a constant reminder of everything wrong with her. “ can't sleep or what? ” her tone is dry and unwelcoming, which is pretty much routine when it comes to conversations with her; maybe she shouldn't have said anything at all, but a part of her doesn't want to be completely alone, more terrified by all of this than she's willing to admit.