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[redactar]

[ DINNER ]: having learned that the receiver has had a difficult time lately, sender arrives at their door with their favorite dinner and drinks. // Claire @gatheringstars

@gatheringstars

She was the last person he wanted to see at his doorstep, and the only person he wanted to see all at the same time. He wasn't expecting her, having dodged text messages with vague "cant talk right now" and emails with "they have me running around, be back soon". All instead of the jealousy reeked what do you want to talk with me for, Claire, focus on your new boyfriend. Move on without me like you should. He had more self control than that, and it wasn't her fault she caught them on her doorstep when he'd tried to surprise her.

He was glad he didn't, because she wouldn't be here right now.

There was nothing he could do to cover up the waxen paleness of his skin, or the gauntness of his cheeks, or the darkened circles under his eyes. He hadn't even bothered to make himself look all that presentable, clearly having gotten out of bed only to get the door. As if suddenly self conscious, he took a hand through his unusually messy waves.

It was two months after Spain, and he had gone on three different assignments since. She must have gotten in contact with Hunnigan, who had insisted someone have her number for when he just couldn't answer the phone.

He was finally on furlough for a few weeks (hopefully).

The smell of Chinese take out made him both curious and vaguely nauseated. He couldn't remember the last time he had something that wasn't crackers, toast or plain eggs. He had been in and out of the hospital lately, still sick from Spain and everything else on top.

"Hey," Leon said, a little smile quirking his lips as he stepped aside. "Did I miss your call?"

His usually spotless apartment was a bit of a mess. Not quite a depression den, but give or take another week like this and it might be. The small dining table still had the remnants of his last attempt at breakfast and lunch. Leon cleared the two plates into the sink with the three cups and various cutlery. He would get to it. He would get to it when he didn't feel like a run over pile of dog shit.

"Sorry about the mess." Leon shrugged, didn't have a lie. "I'm not feeling too well."

[antiibow]

dash game ▪︎ stardew valley

Tagged by: @croftborn ( ty ♡ )

Tagging: @red9 @redactar @gatheringstars @lcvesdeath @wolvensden @wnterslder & you!

[maddmuses]

about the mun

favorite time of year: Spring

comfort food: salsa (almost any kind)

favorite dessert: anything chocolate but in small doses

things you collect: Misery... jk I have a few funkos but I wanna get into more detailed figurines more

favorite drink: bepis, coors, bloody mary

favorite musical artist: I guess MGK these days

last song you listened to: It's hell

last movie you watched: I honestly cannot recall

last series you watched: I juggle ones but the last episode I watched was from new Beavis and Butthead

series you’re currently watching: Too many

current obsession: Sleeping

dream place to visit: NYC

a place you’ve been that you want to go back to: Oregon Coast

something you want: my paycheck

currently working on: replies mostly, trying to get homebrew for my DB D&D done

tagged by @symbioteburnout​

Tagging @pick-your-poison-please @gatheringstars @rukia-kuchiki-divided @badassbarmaid @shukuchiisms @rosavulpes @hainekc

[tornscale]

Getting To Know You

Tagged by: @sunvixcn​

favourite colour(s): Blue, Brown, Red, Green, and Silver

favourite flavour(s): Umami, Sweet, and Salty. 

favourite genre(s): Fluff, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, and a little romance.

favourite movie(s): Lord of the Rings, Jurassic Park/World, Beauty and the Beast, Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, and Indiana Jones (all of them).

favourite series: Eureka Seven, Eragon, Ah! My Goddess, Owl House, Sandman, and Nier!

last song: “just another rap song”  by SXMPRA

last movie: The Super Mario Bros movie! It was cute!

currently reading: “The Priory of the Orange Tree”. I’m currently like 10 chapters in, but idk if I like the queen or not yet. The dragons are sick af though!

currently watching: Spy x Family, Trigun: Stampede, Sandman, aaand a ton more shit i need to catch up on.

currently working on: organizing my MTG cards, a little wirework, and trying to get my motivation up to do more things lmao

I tag: @xxsacrificiumxx​  @kinships​ @vaynful​ @est-infernae​ @gatheringstars​ @cyluos​ @twiggenstein​ and everyone and anyone reading this.

[crazywritergurl]

GATHERER

Originally published on WordPress The Wellness Almanac

[jastfaer]

@gatheringstars​ // for aerith

             It was easy enough to find work in places like this, especially when he was willing to do just about anything. Artemios often counted on his good luck to draw out the kinder of business owners. That just so happened to be small shop selling general items. They had needed someone to keep the place clean and do inventory. Every morning, Artemios swept the front of the shop, and every morning he caught sight of the young woman. It had become customary for him to wave good morning to her, a wide grin on his scarred face. This time, however, Artemios caught sight of an accident about to happen.

             Danger whispered on his senses. There was a flash in his mind’s eye (careening metal, the woman beneath it, red) and he moved. Something above made a loud cracking noise. He dropped the broom. Artemios grabbed her by the arm, tugged her into him. They were just inside the front door when the shower of metal (beams?) collapsed onto street. Artemios stared wide-eyed, momentarily forgetting to release her. He did so a second later, patting her shoulder, checking her arm-- he hadn’t pulled her too hard had he? Canting his head to the side, ears drooping a little, he offered a wavering thumbs up--

                           All good?

[tragedyloved]

@gatheringstars // for that tre//phacard modern au

            Adrian draped himself over the couch with feline grace, his blond locks falling over the backrest. He leaned his cheek into one palm, the other holding his phone as he half-ignored texts. Belmont was sat at the computer, looking far too serious for his own good. It was only job applications. Adrian wished the worse thing he had to do was get a job. He peered at the screen, frowning at another job title. 

                         “Are you certain you want to chain yourself to that slave labor?” He said, gaze dropping back to his buzzing cell phone. Another two texts from the chat he was in. It was easier to focus on Trevor’s problems than acknowledge the mounting stress that was his own. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up without a headache. 

            It had been a little over two months since he’d started living with the two humans. His erratic schedule meant he spent a lot more time with their freeloading roommate than he did Sypha. Adrian didn’t have a single modeling gig that week, and he was having the worst art block. The sketchbook abandoned on the sofa’s armrest had an angry whirlwind of scribbles.

                          “You know, you really could make a good model, Trevor.” Adrian looked up from his phone again. “You clean up well. I know exactly what would look good on you, get a few headshots... you could be posing for shoot in a week or two.”

[benevolentrest]

@gatheringstars // your pick on which of the duo you’d like to respond with?

       He didn’t need to feed often. The need that seemed to characterize his full-blooded brethren didn’t run through his veins in the same way. He could get by on regular human food--if with more meat consumption. That wasn’t to say it didn’t linger somewhere in the back of his conscious. He knew that if he allowed himself, he could fall into that blood-lust. It wasn’t something he always needed, and so he never bothered sating it the same way true vampires were forced to. But just because he didn’t need it all the time, didn’t mean he didn’t need it some of the time. He was still half-vampire, and the vampiric side of him required some form of sustenance. Perhaps for whatever dark magic ran through him, or maybe it was something they couldn’t biologically produce, yet always required.

         Every other month or so, maybe longer if he was feeling particularly self-conscious, Adrian laid out his options. He could hunt, but it was inconvenient most of the time. He could take the near-expired blood bags from the hospital. There was a system in place for that. The last resort was to use the network of humans who willingly offered up their veins. Adrian rarely, if ever, went that route. And he wouldn’t have, if he hadn’t been feeling self-conscious and insecure, and wanting so, so badly to pretend he could just be normal. Maybe it was something Trevor had said that got to him this time. Maybe it was something he’d seen on the news. Or maybe, and the most likely culprit, was the increasing pressure of his father’s actions casting long shadows over his life. 

        He hadn’t paid any mind to the illness being spoken about in the quieter circles. It didn’t seem relevant to him. There had been a few vampire-related illnesses in the past, within his lifetime, and he hadn’t had to worry before. As Adrian stumbled up the steps to the shared apartment, he started to wonder if he’d chosen the wrong option. The headache pounding behind his eyeballs was different from his usual, and the ache clenching his stomach even more unusual. If that wasn’t enough for him to be concerned--he was sweating. He wasn’t as cold as a true vampire, but he definitely didn’t run as a hot as a human. He didn’t sweat. He didn’t get chills. He did not clumsily stumble through the apartment door coughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. As stupid as it was, he hoped no one was inside to see his pitiful form leaning back against the closed door. 

         Adrian didn’t get sick. He couldn’t. But here he was, trembling like a leaf as he dumped his keys back into his messenger bag. He didn’t move from the foyer. His shaking hands found his cell phone, seeking out the server that had been talking about the illness. The symptoms listed out sounded terribly familiar. A hand shot up to his mouth, covering another wracking cough, eyes blurring as fear made his pulse jackrabbit quick. And then he stiffened, hearing his name from the opening of the short foyer. 

[redactar]

“Not that bad huh? Say that to me without flinching.” //Claire :3c

@gatheringstars

"It's not--"

He wilted under her scrutinizing gaze. He looked like roadkill brought in by an overenthusiastic cat. How he'd gotten out from under the piercing eyes of medical was a real mystery. Claire wasn't so easy to shirk off. She had her arms crossed in front of her, giving him the knowing look, as if she had been a fly on the wall at the end of his assignment. He'd insisted he could drive a few miles, or more than a few miles, to get home.

He was fine. It was just a few broken ribs. No one could do anything about that.

"I'm not going to the hospital," he said, almost petulant. Leon looked at her through his bangs. "It really isn't that bad. Nothing some sleep can't fix, anyway."

[astranovus]

"Yer not very good with people, are ya?"

@gatheringstars // excuse you

"I'm great with people. Maybe it's just you I'm not good with."

[maddmuses]

{ GENERAL INFORMATION }

LEGAL NAME: Donovan Olivius McCallaghan (Donovan Olivius Greyback by Wizard documentation) NICKNAME[S]: Don, Donna, Donnie DATE OF BIRTH: March 19, [Verse Dependent] SEX: [Variable][AMAB] PLACE OF BIRTH: Dublin, Ireland CURRENTLY LIVING: Kenmare, Ireland SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Broken French and German, can speak with mice EDUCATION: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry OCCUPATION: Chaser for Kenmare Kestrels/Reserve and Training Squad Chaser for Irish National Team CRIMINAL RECORD: Unregistered Werewolf (Formerly, issue resolved) DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Drinks Regularly | On-and-Off Smoker | Occasionally Experimented as a young adult clean presently LIKE[S]: Reading, Mice, Quidditch, Moonless nights, Flying, Music, Guitar, Greasy Food, Green, The Country  DISLIKE[S]: Moony Nights, Bigotry, Their Father, Slimy and/or Oozy Things

{ PHYSICAL INFORMATION }

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown EYE COLOR: Hazel HEIGHT: 6’0.5” WEIGHT: 166 lbs.

{ FAMILY INFORMATION }

SIBLING[S]: A lot PARENT[S]: Diana McCallaghan and Fenrir Greyback CHILDREN: None Plotted PET[S]: Michael Mouse (Just a regular mouse)

{ RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION }

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: A flavor of Omnisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single / in relationship (verse dependent) SINCE WHEN: Verse dependent

Tagged by: @chaotiicgoods Tagging: @midnightactual @baiika @kcibumi @waspandr @gatheringstars (muse of choice) @pick-your-poison-please (Pam) @fantasybots (Kyoko) @xamassed (Anita)

[tornscale]

OC Tag Game

Tagged by: Wasn’t, picked it out from the dashboard.

Tagging: @kolak-magiya @asunnydog @gatheringstars @twiggenstein @arcane-appetence and anyone else reading this please!

Favorite OC: Lisanna by far, especially since I’ve spent the most time fleshing her out both on here and on FF14.

Oldest OC: Val’um is the realest OG dragon on here. First one to show up and still kicking it somehow to this day!

Newest OC: That would probably be Alysa Valentine! Despite being a rival/friend to Stigr, she was only created maybe a year or two ago! Still haven’t found a groove to work with her though.

Meanest Hardest OC: Adragol, and he isn’t even apologetic about any of the bullshit he’ll start.

Softest OC: Flaura my baby goil! She comes off as rude or blunt, but she is a soft lady that loves cute things and sweets just as much as anyone else! She just has a bit of a tough exterior!

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Hmmm... I’d probably have to pick Adragol asl well for this. He’s got a very one track kinda mind, and if something doesn’t immediately pique his interest he jus ignores or destroys it.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Tal’um, because he does try his best. But sometimes he’s either just dense as fuck, or he fumbles shit while trying to play it off cool.

Dumbest (Derogatory) OC: Adragol. Despite being a former leader of an ancient dragon cult, he’s just an asshole that refuses to learn from mistakes unless they immediately benefit him.

Smartest OC: Val’um, in terms of booksmarts. But if we’re including streetsmarts then it’d probably be Stigr! Adventuring doubles as a very effective teaching method, albeit rough and/or cruel sometimes.

Horniest OC:  TAL’UM WITH A CAPITAL T. That boy puts the horn in horny beyond all the others!

OC You'd Bang:  Kinda strange, but I would probably pick Lisanna because mommy power.

OC You'd Be Best Friends With IRL:  I hope Val’um or Lisanna! They’d probably be a blast to visit or hangout with!

[symbioteburnout]

@gatheringstars​ continued (x)

With a flick of her wrist, she pulled her backpack into her lap. “I dunno, think you can hold that pose long enough for me to do it, or should we save the sketching for after?” The purplette asked as she unzipped the bag and took out the sketch pad and pencil case.

[lemusegallery]

Continued from here

@gatheringstars

Tifa visibly sighed at Aerith's question and replied in a simple manner.

"I was having a hard time sleeping, so I went to the roof to stargaze. Maybe that could help me a bit, what of you?"

She finished asking her friend.

[tragedyloved]

@gatheringstars // is getting caught up in castlev/ania hell with me

       Adrian heard the horses, the wheels of the wagon dragged over uneven terrain long before it arrived near the front steps of the castle. He had listened for their heartbeats. He caught their scent on the wind. It mingled with the scent of the woods, the dewy morning air, and the rotting stench of decay. He allowed himself to be surprised for a moment. In his isolation and solitude, he had forced himself to believe that they would not return. Belmont had gifted him the Hold, after all. There was no reason for him to come back, even if Adrian had only decided to restore the place for Trevor. It was a lot easier to take care of the Hold than it was to force himself through the halls of the castle. He hadn’t gotten back around to doing the work, not since the...intruders. 

     There was an eerie silence once the wagon stopped. The horses did a little uncomfortable dance of their hooves, but remained steady and silent. Adrian could practically hear the insects in the trees, in the grass and leaves. Had they come upon the corpses yet? Had they seen his impulsive actions and question his sanity? Adrian held back a sigh as he strode forward, buckets in hand, looking far too domestic for the scene that greeted him. He set the buckets down. The carriage obscured them from view and he almost kept it that way. Let them ponder. Adrian stalked around the obstruction, passing the horses with not a glance. 

                       “You’ve returned,” he said, announcing his presence at a tentative distance. “What an unfortunate surprise. I’m afraid the castle isn’t open to visitors anymore.”

[thanedai]

@gatheringstars //luke & leoth

The hangar was quiet, but the ghost of celebration lingered in a few belongings scattered, haphazard, across the floor. Leoth wandered like a ghost or an afterthought, picking up discarded cups and bottles of alcohol. The Death Star had exploded into millions upon millions of tiny, glittering shards. Thousands or more dead, their DNA as scattered as the trash littering the hangar. A protocol droid wobbled up to him and the tinny "thank you" felt as if it echoed in the empty air.

He wasn't remorseful over the Empire. The Force was a neutral thing. It didn't discern evil from good. He still felt it shake him when the x-wing's missiles hit their mark. Like a thermal detonator. Like the wasteland that the Empire had left in their wake trying to eradicate Praxon from the galaxy, leaving the once verdant planet a husk.

It was late. He could feel the exhaustion settling in his bones. Leoth often found himself in the hangar at late hours when his mind wouldn't rest. There was something soothing about listening to the astromechs buzz as they glided past, or the uneven footsteps of a droid, the clack and clang of tools on durasteel. He often would search out Mykal at times like this, finding him in the usual place as he buried his arms in a ship. Mykal was not around, now, but there was someone in place of him.

Leoth had stolen glances of the rebel’s new hero among the crowd. It seemed he had found himself right in the thick of it, a bright spark of energy in the Force. Leoth was curious, but not enough to push forth his presence, and he had not intended to do so now. 

                   “I see someone has come upon my secret hiding place,” Leoth said, though it was hardly anything like that at all. Just an area of the hangar almost closed off by crates and equipment. Mykal’s usual work space. “I do not usually find anyone here.”