#conknives

[feekins]

when Conrad sees teen Nai at his absolute worst, it's always as cataclysmic as a dying star: violent, lashing out, screaming himself hoarse with rage and despair until there's nothing left, at which point he collapses in on himself, too upset to care how loud or ugly he's crying, lost to all the Bad he feels. it's just so much and so strong and Nai's sure it'll never end...

...and that's when Conrad makes his move.

sometimes it takes a while for Nai to notice Conrad's sat down beside him, but that's okay.

sometimes they just sit there, not talking but not alone, and that's enough.

other times, once Nai settles enough to attempt speech, he croaks, "Why are you here?" and Conrad shrugs, "Oh, you know. Just in case."

sometimes, this sets Nai off, has him crying all over again, but that's okay, too. sometimes the weight of it all makes Nai crumple on the spot, sagging into Conrad's lap where he cries and cries and cries as Conrad cards his fingers through his hair. other times, sniffling, Nai leans into Conrad's side and, with that unspoken permission, Conrad brings an arm up around Nai's shoulders - and Nai's trembling, but he doesn't shatter.

sometimes, they talk things out like this.

other times - more and more frequently as of late - all Nai needs is the other's friendly, familiar presence. Conrad sits with him, holds him steady. somehow, that takes Nai out of his head. it carries him over the threshold, holds his hand and guides him out the other side of the storm.

Nai doesn't know how he does it, and he doesn't care.

Conrad can't fix everything - after all, he's only human - but he has this way with making things work out, and really, that's all Nai could ever wish for.

[artisticopy]

starter for: @conkniving ! setting: Kasper's Apartment ! time: evening !

The designer hummed to himself as he walked around the mannequin infront of him, the comforting grin staying present as the pride soaked into his expression like an added emotion he hadn't had in so long. He had been doing different sort of custom work for fallon along with others when asked of him to do so purely for the sake of business.. but he's definitely someone who chooses to add himself in when he knows he has things that can benefit the client in his vision of a piece.

He heard the familiar sound of his doorbell as he walked to the front from his studio inside the apartment, his hum escaping as he tried his best to shush the husky who was howling at the door at the sound of the visitor. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the living room, almost giving a playfully offended look as he saw the pup give a grumble and subtle side eye to him. "Little brat." He mumbled under his breath, shaking his head. His hand soon moved to grab the handle to the front door, his grin only widening as he saw the sight of her. "Welcome on in dear, want a water or anything? and don't mind the mess.. just had a shipment of fabric and it has been hell attempting to organize."

[b4rredteeth]

@conkniving (just before 11.30pm)

Matevos wasn’t much interested in the outcome of the costume competition. He didn’t think he was going to win with his Zorro outfit, certainly not since Diego was walking around in much the same fashion, and it fitted him much better. He had adopted a terrible Spanish accent, and he’d long since lost his sword and mask, so he was just himself but dressed in black. 

He slung an arm around Fallon’s shoulders, grinning, but making sure not to practise too much force on the other, although he really wanted to. He was glad to see her there, gladdest to see her of all people, and also he was trying his best to ignore real world issues and just have fun. “Ay compadre,” he said. “And who are you dressed up as?” He walked along with her towards the Parlour.

[sugcrxspice]

You can pick five people go to with you to an exclusive party, who would you take?

"Easy. Mindy, Bronx, Fallon, Benny, and Lou. Those five are a good time, so an exclusive party wouldn't be wasted on them." ( @nvghtcrrors, @thvnderr, @conkniving, @b4rredteeth )

[thvnderr]

@conkniving

It was rather sunny. Sky looked up to the sky and wondered if the gods of their local star were mocking their sadness with such a gorgeous day while the town mourned the disappearance of a young woman. With a bunch of flyers in his hands, he walked aimlessly through the town with his companion, one he had quickly chosen when indicated to choose a partner to hang up flyers with. His interest was short of shy, not caring much if he seemed in an obvious urgency to stay close to her, jealousy threatening to attack had she been paired with anybody else before he could make a decision. "Do you like peonies?", he asked out of the blue while looking over at her, "they are my favorites and fortunately enough, they bloom better during cool weather, but they won't last much if the sun keeps it up", Sky explained, "oh, well... I should first ask if you like receiving flowers". Harmonious laughter left his lips as they walked. His outfit way more casual than usual, plain black shirt and black jeans; but hair still styled properly.

[wiithstars]

where : the parlor when : before 11:30 pm who : @conkniving

ANNAKI WAS IN AN EXCITABLE MOOD, always loving when they had a wide range of people to be around and interact with. They were naturally a social butterfly and flourished in an environment like the one the Halloween party provided. However, it would be a lie if the receptionist tried to think there wasn't one person in particular that their grey eyes weren't searching for amongst the many people that graced the mansion. Images of the last time Fallon had visited then, littered their mind no matter what they were doing or where they were. Atticus' words regarding the situation often had not been forgotten, but the youngest of the quadruplets didn't heed the warning very well, not that Annaki considered trying to possibly be seen as a bit cooler to impress the Bastard as changing herself. A softer sort of affection crossed their face when they noticed exactly who they were looking for, somehow looking even more beautiful than they thought possible. Easily, the short Strawberry Shortcake made her way through the crowd pushing past costumed bodies until she was close enough to catch the other's attention. "Fallon!" Annaki's usual bright smile was on her face as she said her name, grey eyes growing a bit wide as she was given a better view of her all dressed up. "You look....amazing," she breathed, wishing she could have provided a more eloquent compliment, but her mind being at somewhat of a loss of words restricted the formation of one, even as one hand came up to reach for Fallon's hand, if only to brush her fingers against it. "I was going to get a drink, if you want to come with me? I heard they have a bunch of cool, festive ones!"

[smckesprite]

mireu: kill, betray, zombie apocalypse team: fallon, anka, lou

KILL, BETRAY, ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE TEAM

        “i would probably kill fallon before it even occurs to her about doing it first, ‘cause if looks can kill, it’d be hers... just saying. don’t really know this lou... so i’d betray him... or them? one hundred percent have anka in my zombie apocalypse team.”           ( @conkniving / @hxneybvns / @thvnderr )

[jofms]

@conkniving

josette had never looked so unwell out in public. while she appreciated heejin moving in with her, she'd suddenly felt smothered and had just left to walk, with no intention of a destination, just a walk despite her being exhausted. the lack of sleep was causing her to shut down, being unable to process things or react in a logical way. the woman had already felt at an all time low and then this had happened - it was all for nothing and not only did she fail in keeping amelia safe but she felt like she was the reason she was dead. however, once she caught sight of fallon, that changed. "who let you out?" josette wasn't up to date on the happenings, only skimming the news for hints of justice that weren't there. stepping frantically in front of the other, eyes were welling up but with anger. "why did you kill her? she was still young, so why did you kill her?" the woman's voice was getting louder and louder, not caring if she made a scene. "did you hold her down as she bled out?" an injury like that had occurred before she had been face down - why? this couldn't continue, her accosting people in the street with this aggressive energy and a heavy accusation but she couldn't stop herself. she wanted her back.

[aeipathys]

closed › @conkniving​

This was not her scene. 

The exterior alone of the Scaredy Cat Club should have been enough of a sign for her to run in the opposite direction, but Hansa Xu was never one to run, brushing off raised eyebrows at the entrance and heading straight to the bar. Leather jackets and ripped jeans brushed against the soft silk of her dress, and absently she wondered if the stains from spilled drinks she was accumulating helped make her look less out of place. It didn’t matter, anyway — she flourished under the spotlight, even if they were dim neon ones. Hansa knew she made a pretty show, regardless. 

“Watenshi, on the rocks.”

She pressed her lips together when several heads turned in her direction, puzzled looks within bleary eyes. “Gin — with ice.” She corrected dryly, shooting the bartender a mild smile. And then, under her breath, “ ฉันหวังว่านี่จะไม่ใช่คำพูดสุดท้ายของฉัน ( tr: I hope these won’t be my last words ).”

[feekins]

no thoughts head empty only tiny teen Nai and LORG CONRAD

[anchoragehq]

the following accounts have been inactive longer than 7 days and should become active or contact us for an extension by monday if they are still interested in the group, otherwise their role will be reopened !! remember that anything outside of in-character interactions does not count as activity.

@blessedcvrsed ( end of extension )

@jofms ( all muses )

@prismagpie ( end of hiatus warning )

the following with multiple muses have exceeded or will exceed 14+ days inactivity on select muses & should become active or contact us for an extension by monday, otherwise the muse will be reopened !! hiatuses are excluded from the list.

@lvburinthos / @kvleidoscopes

@sourhercine / @hevrtbrexkqueen

the following are advised to branch out by picking up another interaction or two with other members when they get the chance on the following muses ! hiatuses are excluded from the list.

@kittenmittcns

@jofms ( josette & rosalind )

the following have yet to check in with us this month for their indefinite hiatus & have until monday to respond or their role will be reopened !!

@conkniving

[b4rredteeth]

@conkniving

[nefelibcta]

closed  ›  @conkniving​​

What was it that the old literates would say? Boredom breeds contempt. 

Or perhaps not, though she was certainly bored and unsettled, which may or may not have caused her to grin as soon as she spotted Fallon Amarin, a companion she usually only saw within the dim lighting of bars and various other sketchy basements so disparate from the opulence of the party. While the element of surprise was still on her side, Hei Ran barreled towards the other, using momentum to slam them both into the nearest wall. 

“Fun fact!” she began energetically, as if this was any other normal, socially accepted greeting. “Anywhere can be a fighting ring, if you try hard enough.” 

[thvnderr]

CLOSED: Sky x Fallon ( @conkniving​ ) LOCATION: Sugar’s Lounge VIP Room #2

bronx: just be @SL at 8:30pm moon: you really have no idea what’s coming

Those were the last messages sent to the group chat. If these two were involved and so was the Sugar’s Lounge — as a repaid favor to Bronx from the manager — one could expect private party or... well, nothing much aside of a private party. What else could one expect in a VIP room of the strip club organized by those two?

Lights were dim, red neon bouncing on the black leather large couch giving a whole mood inside the room and while one could definitely get an idea of why Moon and Bronx had manipulated Fallon into that place... she would be met with a rather unpleasant surprise. There was a curtain and a door behind it from where the talent would come and go and so would security in case any client got particularly disrespectful and in this case, once when she was already guided into the room, a familiar figure came out. Black t-shirt, leather jacket and worn out jeans were the outfit of choice instead of pristine shirts and elegant trousers. Sky knew better than anyone that he should not stand out in places like this one and even less with a killer on the loose.

“We need to talk”.

No charming entrance or gentle greeting. The usual smile decorating his lips was also absent and in its place there was a stern expression and fixed eyes.

[wiithstars]

but you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun and when you're close, i feel like coming undone in the middle of the night, when i'm in this dream it's like a million little stars spelling out your name you gotta come on, come on say that we'll be together

UPTOWN GIRL. billy joel. NONSENSE. sabrina carpenter. I WANNA BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND. girl in red. CRUSH. tessa violet. PRETTY GIRL. clairo. CAN I CALL YOU TONIGHT? dayglow. ARE YOU BORED YET? wallows feat. clairo. TEAR IN MY HEART. twenty one pilots. BETTER THAN THE BOYS. veyah. CHECK YES, JULIET. we the kings. IF YOU SHOULD TRY TO KISS HER. dressy bessy. DAYLIGHT. taylor swift. GIRLS. girl in red. I MET SARAH IN THE BATHROOM. awfultune. ALL I WANT IS TO BE YOUR GIRL. holly miranda. MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE (TAYLOR'S VERSION). taylor swift. MY FAVORITE PART. mac miller & ariana grande. TWO QUEENS IN A KING SIZED BED. girl in red. DELICATE. taylor swift. FALLING SLOWLY. glen hansard & marketa irglova. FLIGHTLESS BIRD, AMERICAN MOUTH. iron & wine. I SAW YOU IN A DREAM. the japanese house. UNTOUCHABLE (TAYLOR'S VERSION). taylor swift. FOOL. cavetown. I HOPE YOU THINK OF ME. lily williams. CAMPUS. vampire weekend. WHEN THE SUN LOVES THE MOON. reinaeiry. AUGUST. taylor swift. 1950. king princess. GOLD RUSH. taylor swift.

listen here // @conkniving

[gcld-rushes]

                                      @conkniving

This is exactly why Onyx doesn’t permit himself to get close to many. The loss takes too much of a toil on his body. Among other natural remedies, he’s begun to take belladonna for increased inflammation and joint pain, gelsemium for the crying headaches, and lycopodium for the digestive problems within his grief stricken stomach. Despite treating his bodily symptoms, the pain in his heart burns for the friend he once had. Matevos, was, and this wasn’t a joke, the emergency contact for the kitten known as Alanis having been there for her the moment Onyx finally decided to call her his familiar. And though it was explicitly said to many that Matevos was his friend, the wizard had forgotten if he’d told Mat this information to his face and regrets not doing so enough. The sadness he feels for Matevos is endless, and he knows time will have to heal that sadness.

The self proclaimed wizard adroitly navigates the intricacies of their withdrawn nature, conducting a serene sense of seclusion with the skill of hibernating rabbit. He digs his proverbial holes, and buries his face in them, he hides and keeps himself tucked away. This is not a mere predilection but a deliberate adherence to a code that courses through the very fabric of their being, a silent covenant forged with the ethereal forces that linger at the fringes of reality. Now it’s one they’ll stick to with Fallon being the one exception to what was left of a social semicircle of friends aside from his coworkers. And so, figuring that she’d show up at their place- a creek hidden in the trees, he smiles knowing she’s there. The sadness within paints a ghost-like film of where Matevos is supposed to be standing, but Onyx knows once the living pass on, there's not much they could do.

Having met through the veterinarian, he can hardly imagine how Fallon must feel. He wonders if her loss is even deeper than his, and realizes that pain is something he’d never wish on anyone. “Hey.” he offers. Each step into the cold depths of snow is a judicious maneuver, a strategic shield safeguarding the fragile core of their soul from potential abrasions in an unpredictable world. Onyx's withdrawn demeanor isn't a fortress; however, and he knows he shouldn’t try to hide his grief from the one person who’d understand. “I’d offer to pay for food, but…” that’s right, Onyx’s one joy in life has been taken from him. “Not much of an appetite lately…” He takes another cautious step forward, “I come here sometimes, just in case you decide to show up, I guess today is the lucky day, huh?”