#event: carnival

[lucie-newman]

Who: OPEN (4/5)

"This," Lou sucked powdered sugar off her thumb as she smiled down at her funnel cake, "now this right here is my kryptonite." She was parked on the curb, watching enviously as the tilt-a-whirl cranked into gear again. Her feet were sore, but she wanted to be out, wanted to enjoy the carnival lights and the amusement of the crowd. "Though it is my second so I'm willing to share."

[antondevlaux]

WHO: @thecursed-starters WHERE: The Carnival — Seer of Truths. WHEN: 31st of May, 2024.

Having been born a witch, there were a few things that he'd come to know: one...fortune tellers were just crack pots who liked to wear purple clothes, preaching spirituality while pretending that they could be one s...he didn't want to say it. How could anyone wish to be something so monstrously inhumane? For power they could rarely use. A carnival was meant to be a happy place, but Anton had never been the type. He detested everything about that "gift" that lived inside of him. What most believed from the TV or fiction books was a lie to turn the human's blind eyes from the truth: Because they couldn't handle it. Society was such a fragile thing, always on the cusp of greatness or crumbling down.

The entrance, with its false sense of cryptic symbols, flickering candles and a sign which proclaimed, "Madame Zara - Seer of Truths." With a snort of derision, shaking his head, hands dipped into his pockets with a heavy sigh. He would've usually avoided it all together, but maybe it was the sight of Jo elsewhere or the fact that his eyes kept finding it. Why the fuck not?

However, when he burst through the curtain, he realised his mistake: someone was getting a reading, hands raising in apology as that haggard old voice from the so-called mystic spoke.

“Welcome, Anton,” she said, her voice smooth, which was oddly out of place against the leathery look of skin, folded and creased in ways he'd never seen before.. “I’ve been expecting you.” Madame Zara beckoned, her finger bony and thin.

She could fuck right off, and shove that bony finger up her ass.

Anton’s eyes narrowed. “I doubt that,” and still her words unsettled him. Distrust immediately setting in like the ugly doubt that had been with him since he found his gifts, or...exploded with them. "Sorry for disturbing," he said to the other seated person as he turned to look at Madame Zara. "They seem like good, normal people —don't feed them this fuckin' nonsense."

"You wanna get out of here?"

[idaclarke]

@ivyrivasworld when: spring carnival where: spinning cups

"omigod." ida stops, hand reaching out to halt ivy next to her. "wanna hear some fantasy i have?" she beams, turning to the other with a bright smile. "you know that movie uptown girls? and that scene where brittany murphy and dakota fanning are sad and mad sitting in the teacups and spinnin' them?" she squeezes ivy's arm. "i don't know why, but everytime i see a teacup, i am overwhelmed with the urge to recreate that scene, even if i'm not in a bad mood or anythin'. it's just so aesthetically beautiful and kinda liberatin'? does that make any sense?" she rambles looking from ivy to the teacups. "really all that to say that i'm draggin' you onto the teacups."

[leakywright]

@logiyande when: spring carnival where: ring toss

"logan, you promised me a game, so i am here to collect." he slings an arm around her shoulders, still a bit damp from his time at the dunk tank, but dry enough for him to be comfortable. "so i've decided, we're starting with the ring toss. and then winner gets to decide the next game?" he shrugs, squeezing her before letting go. "i feel like you've got like, a secret talent that i'm about to witness."

[neotomiccccc]

That’s a weird looking cat

[monossidodiazoto]

Just Blade™

[aeste]

Sometimes I feel a bit like a clown; but then I see how Kuya looks at Eiden, and I remember that there is someone here who is the entire fucking circus🤡🎪

[fisheito]

how it feels to read chapter 14 but still have to do event dailies afterwards

[lifetrimmed]

My gift for svedka69 on twt from the nukani exchange event (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

I've given the pic to my giftee in the server but forgot to post it here oops

Their outfits gave me a headache ngl LOL

[whampersan]

- queef by cupcakke playing in the background -

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival: frozen echos puzzle images

[doodledstars]

"The sun rose above the waves, and his warm rays fell on the cold foam of the little mermaid, who did not feel as if (s)he were dying." - Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid (1836)

[antondevlaux]

WHO: @josefinerichards WHEN: 31st of May, 2024. WHERE: The Carnival.

Like spectral will-o'-the-wisps on this cool Salem night, it should've been beautiful to look at, flashing lights and bright things everywhere. It was a child's heaven. For someone like Anton, though, it was like being dragged to hell, where he'd be forced to live in Satan's presence. That thought could've made him hurl on the spot: because his mother had chosen Satan over her family. And not in a figurative sense, either. No. She'd walked right into the fiery pits of hell, and had smiled while doing it. He often wondered why he didn't trust people, couldn't bring himself to want to either — and as his mother's face flashed before his eyes, so did another.

Except hers was real. Jo.

"I absolutely hate this town." A laugh, self-deprecating, a wholly Anton response. "And could they play some decent fucking music?" Yes, he was talking to himself, and as the passerbys' brows furrowed, his cheeks redening, offering a look of apology.

Pulling his coat tighter around himself as a futile attempt to make himself seem smaller, to become invisible amongst the clamouring groups of people who swarmed and dispersed just as quickly. What he'd give to be tucked into the corner of Silky Smooth, a record between his fingers, that faint crackle filling his space. Most unnecessary noise irritated him, but not that. It could never. Music was his food for the soul.

Too many people, too much noise. It reminded him of why he preferred the comfort of his own space. And while He'd known Jo would be here. It hadn't stopped him from coming. Maybe there was some hope there that he'd see her here alone...was that selfish? That he cared who she was with, when the reason Jo had walked was because of him? Maybe that selfish part reared its ugly head, because while he liked to pretend he wasn't a jealous man, when it came to her, he sure as fuck was.

Jo, with her bright eyes and that infectious laugh that would pull him in even when he tried to hold back. The only woman, besides his best friend, that had been able to read him like a damn open book. Anton may have been a witch by birth, a vampire hunter by trade, but he'd never been good enough for her.

And her family knew it.

"Jo." shoving his hands into his coat pockets, he was forcing himself to resist the urge to reach out, to touch her. Not anymore. He didn't have that right. "Fancy seeing you here."

[idaclarke]

@reinaazarolla when: spring carnival where: kissing booth

"oh, how did you get roped into the kissin' booth part? by choice or by being voluntold?" ida walks up to the booth, smiling brightly at reina as she did so. "i know i'm a little early for my shift, but wanted to swoop in, just in case there was someone only their momma could love tryin' to make a move on you, and you needed savin'." she explains, flicking her hair over her shoulder and looking around. "how has it been ya think? on a scale of 1-10, 1 being boring no one but creeps came, 10 being i met the love of my life."

[leakywright]

@montyrichler when: spring carnival where: skee ball

looking for some good competition, leaky beamed as he noticed monty walking his direction. perfect, he seemed like just the guy who not only like skee ball, but was probably secretly fantastic at it. "monty! my man!" leaky laughs, stepping into his pathway, hand raised to bring him in for a hand shake and half-hug. "i've got a proposition for ya. three rounds of skee ball, best of three gets all the tickets we collect and the prize. loser has to do something embarrassing of the winners choosing?" he offers with a shrug, walking backwards toward the machines. "you look like you're some ripe competition for me. you a bowler or something?" he looked like he could be for sure, but leaky couldn't tell you why.

[mijeel]

this particular scene was definitely the one that caught my attention the most. Because this is my first time seeing Kuya in such a reaction! (I only have his default SSR, FA and FT ) It got me thinking like, did Kuya finally realize that Eiden means that much to him? Was he mad at this fact? hence the punishment in room 2, or maybe he's just pissed because of Eiden's shenanigans? lolol please lmk what you guys think or headcanon

but anywaysssss his reaction and room 5 has been in my mind 24/7