#ft. dani

[benziies]

                ¿eso  es…  sangre?               @francvz, @kwondanis               …              “  ¿eh? no...  ”  se  mira  las  palmas  de  las  manos,  y  sólo  entonces  se  da  cuenta  de  que  parece  haberse  cortado  en  algún  momento  gracias  al  manchón  oscuro  que  trae pero que no escocía, seguro por adrenalina.  " ¿o sí? ¿cuándo pasó? ” se pregunta. sin  embargo,  al  fijarse  de  nuevo  en  compañía,  frunce  el  ceño.  “  espera, ¿cómo  siquiera  te  fijaste  en  eso?  no  me  digas  que  quieres  morderme  y  que  has  venido  aquí  porque  huele  bien...  ”  un  poco  receloso,  estúpidamente,  da  un  paso  atrás  ¿¡pueden  culparlo?!  ¡acababa  de  despertarse  para  encontrarse  en  un  simulador  de  resident  evil y no desayunó! todo un poco loco.

[cheezritsu]

Thinking about Oliver Aiku as a conman.

He’s tall, charismatic, identifiable. he’s never the thief in his cons because that would be stupid; he’s got a team of people to do the actual stealing while he’s just the distraction. Cons of that magnitude require skill, precision and most importantly, a vision. And Aiku’s vision is unparalleled.

So he starts off with an elite team that steals little things and then it grows and grows until it’s him and 10 other guys (you know, like oceans 11 or the size of a soccer teams starting lineup) doing these magnanimous schemes.

His latest mark is Sae Itoshi: some brilliant billionaire baby genius working with one of the guys who ruined Aiku’s life; the reason he’s in the business of scamming, why he’s never known a home, why he has to chase instead of having. And so to hurt him he has to hurt Sae and that guys a fucking prick anyways, so why not.

And it really does all go according to plan; Oliver’s the guest of honor at the party Sae’s having and he’s seen and heard all night courtesy of some women who will demurely but gladly testify that they were in Oliver’s company. And the money Oliver and friends stole is stashed away so fucking far that none of his associates could be even remotely incriminated.

Except the police swarm Aiku’s car when the party’s over and he thinks the money is in a briefcase crossing the ocean, so he complies and cockily pops open the trunk which is supposed to be empty but is instead full of 20 million of Sae Itoshi’s dollars.

And then it explodes.

And Aiku spends his jail time wondering hard and long how the fuck this happened. He decides to pay a visit to every one of his lying bastards of friends, sendou first of all, when he remembers something that chilled his blood.

You were at Sae Itoshi’s party the night he got caught.

[slightlycomicobsessed]

new mutants textposts part i don't even know don't ask

[mcspicey]

Did the evil art style trend

[matthiasxdc]

Matthias hadn’t planned on being here tonight. Infamy was the kind of place he usually steered clear of—not because he had anything against it, but because the noise, the lights, the sheer energy of the place tended to wear on him faster than he liked. But someone had talked him into it, something about “touching grass” and “being a functional member of society,” and, well… here he was. Perched at the bar, he nursed a whiskey neat, watching the spectacle unfold from a comfortable distance. The performances were impressive, the crowd lively, and the cause was solid. He could appreciate all of that without needing to be in the thick of it. When the woman beside him spoke, he glanced her way, taking in the easy humor in her voice. His lips twitched in something that wasn’t quite a smile, but close enough. “Sounds like a solid theory,” he said, his voice carrying its usual dry edge. “Can’t say I’d blame them. Crowd like this, someone’s bound to get a little too into it.” He took a slow sip of his drink before answering her question. “Nah, don’t know anyone performing. Just here for… moral support, I guess.” He shrugged, a little amused at how out of place he must seem. “You?”

closed starter for @matthiasxdc where/when: the infamy charity drag event

There is plenty of energy here to go around -- especially for those who ae a little more on the quiet side of the celebration. Dani is here for myriad reasons. Community support is her biggest, as it directly relates not only to her values at work, but her personal ones as well. Institutions like Infamy are essential to the vibrant diversity of Port Leiry, no matter the species. But there's an element of keeping face here as well -- given the stresses of the coven and Jac's current... predicament. Though she doubts her sister would fare much better in this environment if she were awake right now.

Thankfully, her cousin Jen has been effective at redirecting the advances and eventual disappointment of the several lesbians who have approached Dani, each apologized to profusely. At some point, she dismisses herself for another drink and is somewhat... comforted in seeing another young man who is content to stay back while the performers and partiers bring the literal and proverbial heat to the energetic club. Dani catches the bartender's attention and asks for a cherry Coke and rum, then turns to the stranger sitting nearby.

"Gotta pace myself, you know? They pour really strong here and I have a sneaking suspicion they're hoping to make an extra dancer or two out of someone drunk enough," she says with a laugh. "Do you know someone performing tonight?"

[whatwooshkai]

ooh 14, 14!

Blades is still talking about his boyfriend or something with Dani when Heatwave and Kade finally return, the latter being held up by the scruff of his shirt in the former's hand.

"Found him," Heatwave announces, giving Kade a little shake despite the human's loud protests.

"Oh, put him down," Dani lightly chastises, crossing her legs from where she's perched on Blades' shoulder. "He's not a kitten."

"I can't put him down," Heatwave snaps, seeing a little vision of Kade run away again in the corner of his vision. Wow, thanks. There's absolutely no way I saw that coming again. "He keeps running away like a sparkling!"

"Some of us aren't thirty feet tall, you know-" Kade starts to argue.

“Forty,” Heatwave corrects automatically.

Kade blinks, before shaking his head and recovering. “Fine. Some of us aren't forty feet tall-“

“You are not,” Blades interrupts, putting his servos on his hips. “Are you kidding me? Boulder is 40 feet, and they’ve got a whole head on you!”

Whatever rebuttal Heatwave might’ve responded with is drowned out by Kade’s screeching laughter.

Heatwave's shoulders rise to his audials, but another vision in the corners of his optics warns him against throwing Kade as far as he possibly can into the forest.

"Catch," he snarls at Blades, tossing Kade at him instead. Blades scrambles to grab him before he hits the ground. Heatwave's turned around already, but the little beat of relief in Blades' field is proof Kade isn't dead.

He's still laughing, though.

[woodsdyke]

i guess i like a bright red background or something. maybe. who can say

[mystvcs]

closed starter for : dani tolentino / @macabr3s where : somewhere outside in portum

portum was full of little groups, tethered off together and celebrating in their own ways. charvitha had sent bisma to be with her family, letting the little one have more than vitha could ever get back for herself. not exactly being one for groups, the witch finds herself walking instead of buried in books — reading and plotting being her usual distractions. ❝ it is beautiful, ❞ she says, commenting on the other taking a picture. ❝ i have always preferred a more city feel though. ❞ no one paid much attention to others in cities. then again, she was learning she was one of the least suspicious characters there. ❝ i would ask if you're cold out here but i suppose not, hm? must be nice. ❞

[blckbarbree]

📲 DANBREE

BREE: sorry for leaving before you woke up BREE: and for not texting you sooner BREE: but shockingly you exceeded my expectation and I had fun @daniflorespsu

[fadingmadness]

✦ ↬ closed starter ft @starsdrew ( dani dennison & thackery binx )

"binx?" dani called out nervously as she looked across the street. she had been feeling utterly lost here, not knowing what to do and where to go. or which way was going to be the right way to be or act. and then looking across the street just then she saw a ghost. except he wasn't a ghost. "is that you?"

[copterbotblades]

// ...how tall are the Rescue Bots?

[benziies]

                     obvio  no  esperaba  buenas  noticias,  así  que  la  confirmación  de  sus  suposiciones  es  suficiente.  “  ¿¡ah?!  lo  sabía,  mejor  me  mato…  “  de  nuevo,  no  es  más  que  una  manera  de  decir.  así  habla  él,  muy  exagerado  pese  a  todo,  era  trabajo  del  resto  aprender  lidiar  con  ello.  “  mira,  no  sé,  pero  eso  de  tener  que  caminar  hasta  el  pueblo  vecino  por  la  ruta  —  ya  eso  de  por  sí  se  me  hace  sobrevivir.  uno,  dos  días,  ¡suficiente  tortura!  necesito  urgente  mi  cama,  mi  ducha,  mi  casa…  ugh,  y  yo  que  pensaba  que  el  que  se  me  inundase  el  departamento  por  completo  y  quedarme  sin  trabajo  sería  lo  peor  me  pasaría  este  año…  ”  no  se  percata  del  tinte  de  temor  en  voz  ajena,  tan  solo  suelta  lo  que  se  le  cruza  por  la  cabeza  (no  que  fuera  bueno  con  palabras  de  consuelo).  a  fin  de  cuenta,  ni  a  él  todavía  le  ha  caído  la  ficha  que  esos  días  varados  sin  noticia  alguna  podrían  convertirse  en  una  normalidad.  “  ¿tu  familia  se  fue  con  los  militares?  ”  se  le  ocurre  preguntar  entonces. 

                  y  si  bien  trata  de  reprimir  gracia,  imposible  que  risotada  no  se  le  escape  de  entre  labios  fruncido  para  acabar  riéndose  a  gusto  del  salto  ajeno.  “  unos  raspones  porque  se  me  dió  por  trepar  un  árbol,  nada  más.  igual  sospechoso  que  te  alteres  tanto. eres más considerada de lo que creía  ”  continúa  molestándola  en  lo  que  mirada  baja  a  lo  que  ha  dejado  en  palma,  descubriendo  los  caramelitos.  ah,  una  lástima  no  los  puede  comer.  “  que  pareces  un  gatito  atrapado  con  las  manos  en  la  masa  —  por  esto  gracias,  aunque,  ¿robaste  a  escondidas  del  super?  ¿para  mí?  ya,  admite  que  te  preocupas  ¿quién  te  va  a  culpar?  ¿o  más  bien  planeas  semi-matarme?  porque  las  dos  son  posibles,  eh  ”  cejas  se  arquean  con  gracia,  volviendo  a  mirarle  ¡nadie  podría  decir  que  hacía  dos  segundos  había  estado  despotricando  en  contra  de  la  situación  en  que  están!  pero,  claro,  dani  tenía  que  traerlo  a  colación  de  nueva  cuenta. 

                   cae  en  silencio  por  un  momento,  parece  pensar  al  respecto.  “  hm, mira, por mí que sea todo una broma muy de mierda. pero,  en  base  a  mi  experiencia,  ¿un  virus?  ¿algún  suero?  ¿los  viejos  de  allá  al  otro  lado  de  la  barricada  están  infectados  y  nos  van  a  matar  apenas  descubran  cómo  saltar?  ¿ el  mundo  que  conocemos  ya  no  existe y por eso los militares no volvieron?   también, ¿será esto un sacrificio satánico del pueblo?  ”  un  poco  fantasioso  todo,  pues  está  robando  pedazos  de  trama  de  distintos  vídeo  juegos  y  películas  sin  hacer  mucho  sentido.  al  final,  solo  puede  encogerse  de  hombros  y  extender  de  regreso  los  dulces.  “  toma,  los  necesitas  más  que  yo  ¿a  ti  te  pasó  algo?  pareces  entera,  pero  nunca  se  sabe.  ” 

* ‘  en auto está a una hora y media, así que… nos espera un largo camino  ’  arruga su nariz, quería darle buenas noticias pero no puede ni calcular cuánto tiempo era eso a pie. si en auto se hacía un camino eterno, no quería ni imaginarse como era cuando se recorría directamente a pie.  ‘  si es mundo se pone patas para arriba lo único que pensaba era en estar con mi familia— ¿crees que tengamos que hacer eso sobrevivir?  ’  hay un tinte de temor en sus palabras, buscando la mirada de benz con algo de ansiedad por respuesta. quería escuchar algo negativo, pero sabe que en ese momento mantenerse positivo era difícil. ni le gustaban las películas de supervivencia, todas estaban hechas para vivir de jumpscares y situaciones poco reales con héroes que no existen. toma su palma, observando de cerca como ya se encontraba mucho mejor así aprovecha de sacar de su bolsillo una tablita de dulces de café que deja con cuidado sobre palma herida, con cuidado de no lastimarlo.  ‘  ¡no me estoy preocupando!  ’  cierra sus dedos, alejándose de su mano y también de él.  ‘  mis panditas no hicieron nada, tienes buena cicatrización, ¿te pasó algo más?  ’  espalda se pega contra estantes de mercado, las únicas veces que lo veía tan vacío era cuando lo estaban remodelando. suelta un suspiro, bajando mirada hasta la punta de sus zapatos.  ‘  ¿qué crees que sucedió?  ’ 

[mondays-sunshine-zone]

pride march!!!

[hitides]

› ft @uponcanvas !

skating all the way to noho wasn't exactly ideal. it took too long, required far too much energy, and the cars were a nightmare to weave through once the sun goes down—but nik was nothing if not determined, and he wasn’t about to let dani spend the night alone. she hadn’t asked him to come over, not really, but he knew her well enough that she didn’t have to ( wrapping up a big project always takes its toll, and this one took longer than most ). he’s still a little out of breath by the time he knocks on her door, and he lifts a hand in greeting—giving a good view of the bag he was holding and the dye that was sitting there. “thought you might need help with these.”

[silkeared]

@macabr3s    /       THE OLD HAUNT   ,     with     dani .

portum  was  a  sanctuary,   but  it  had  never  truly  felt  like  home.  mei  had  learned  the  hard  way  that  nowhere  was  safe,  no  matter  how  high  walls  were  built  —  how  thick  fog  gathered  around  buildings  and  livelihoods.  the  stranger  that  turned  up  dead  hadn’t  surprised  mei  one  bit  ;  if  anything,  it  had  her  glancing  at  her  own  hands  with  a  questioning  gaze,  surveying  her  fingertips,  searching  her  brain  for  a  distant  memory  …  maybe  she  had  done  the  unimaginable.  it  had  happened  before.  a  flick  of  the  wrist  at  the  wrong  time,  a  misjudged  thought.  would  she  have  remembered  if  she  had? the  witch  was  so  embroiled  in  her  own  thoughts  that  she  didn’t  see  the  figure  ahead  of  her  at  the  old  haunt.  mei’s  dark  eyes  had  been  drilling  a  hole  into  the  other  for  the  past  five  minutes  ;  she  blinked  and  straightened  her  back,  forcing  a  reassuring  smile  to  silently  promise  she  didn’t  have  any  ill  intent.  “sorry.  i  wasn’t  staring  at  you,”  she  shrugged  playfully,  as  though  that  would  help  matters,  “it’s  just  …  there’s  a  lot  on  my  mind.  a  lot  of  everyone’s  mind.  did  you  know  them?  the  …  the  vampire.”

[canthelps]

@kizhavvorsa liked for a smutty starter

"oh, look who's not wearing any underwear" ross smirked from his place between dany's legs