#lmk if u need me to change anything!

[booskwan]

✿ SEUNGKWAN ✿ SNAPSHOOT + LEFT & RIGHT +

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

So sad you didn't like the dadsy moment. I thought for sure you would go crazy.

As far as I know David Breen wrote this episode and he's not new. Don't quote me, but I think the writing team is the same

Actually went back and edited my post twice earlier cause I had a buddy mention the mixing studios change and then I also was able to process more lol y’all must have the first version my B o7 I can’t believe my hcs have become canon

[elijahfalvey]

— LOCATION: The Labyrinth.

— CHARACTERS: Elijah & Dee ( @deexkaplan ).

Elijah could always tell when Leon was particularly bored, even when the grumpy barman who he’d consider one of his closest friends wasn’t around to torment him with his thoughts in person; his phone vibrated in his pocket so many damn times he felt nothing but compelled to answer, or at the very least check to make sure that it wasn’t something actually important. There were plenty of scenarios where glancing down at the device proved to be incredibly inconvenient, like when he was busy — which, not for nothing Leon, he quite often was — or like right now, when he was tucked away in a booth at the Labyrinth across from Dee, mindlessly chatting and sharing a few drinks. He’d agreed to come out with her in order to actually spend time with her, not to be distracted by the incessant buzzing of his phone. However, the frequency of notifications was becoming harder and harder to ignore by the minute. Regretfully interrupting her, he pulled the damn thing out from his clothes and said, “Sorry, Dee. Sorry, one second. Someone keeps fucking . . .” His tone teetered on light frustration as the brightness of the screen illuminated against his face in the dim lighting of the bar, and there it was: several new messages from ‘Leon Woz do not answer 💔’ staring back at him. He huffed out a breath and decidedly put off answering any of them, setting his phone to the side on the table they shared face-up. “It’s not important. Sorry — I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

His eyes found their way to Dee’s as the screen turned on again, and low and behold, ‘Leon Woz do not answer 💔’ was calling him. The impatient bastard.

[jianlol]

.ೃ࿔ for ; @wtfxeden

jian knew sharing a bus would be a bad idea. even if it made sense, he suspected the real reason was more content for infinite’s little show. in all honesty, he forgot about it. that was probably because he’d been refrained from interviews or filming. last time, he’d messed it up on purpose. solely for the fact he wasn’t in the mood so of course he had to make it everyone’s problem. however, they chose the worst groups to do this with considering some members had beef with others. the vocalist wondered if they managed to get any good footage of anything of them together. at least it was over and they were on the way back to their hotel away from cameras — especially the hidden ones he’s sure they’ve planted to get some “natural” shots. he was pulled out of his sleepy state, being comfortably cocooned in coats and his favorite blanket from his home in shenzhen, snuggled against chanwoo’s side. but his group member wasn’t there, he sulked as he was ushered off the bus and escorted into the motel lobby under an umbrella.

and the absolute audacity that his manager had grabbed his wrist to deposit an old key on his palm with the tired words, “you’re sharing with eden. we’re leaving first thing in the morning so please for everyone’s sanity, go to sleep.” jian blinked in disbelief, whipping around to stare at the man in question before looking back at the staff. “you want me to room with him? you can’t be serious.”

[ironforged]

closed starter / with barbrey bolton ( @altaraed ), near the outskirts of the northern encampment.

the  boys  linger  about  in  front  of  them,  shoving  each  other  playfully  and  teasing  as  brothers  often  would.  to  remind  them  again  of  no  roughhousing  would  be  a  waste  of  voice,  words  carried  along  with  the  wind.  wylla  grins  at  the  sight  and  shakes  their  head,  pointing  toward  the  house  manderly  tent  off  in  the  distance.  theon  is  out  of  view  in  mere  seconds  while  calon  does  his  best  to  follow  in  the  elder's  footsteps,  narrowly  avoiding  a  collision  with  someone  walking  in  the  opposite  direction.  the  child  is  gone  before  wylla  can  call  him  back  for  an  apology  and  with  the  roll  of  their  eyes,  they  do  it  in  his  place.  "  apologies,  my  l--  "  their  train  of  thought  is  gone  the  second  wylla  recognizes  their  company.

"  lady  barbrey,  i  apologize,  "  out  of  context,  powerful  words  that  could  mean  so  much  more  than  they  realize.  "  my  children  have  forgotten  their  manners  in  such  a  magnificent  place...  i  remind  them  to  no  avail.  "  a  smile  is  offered,  though  their  insides  feel  as  if  they  are  rotting.  poor  lady  barbrey  is  all  they  can  muster  to  think.  how  the  two  of  them  had  been  friends  once  upon  a  time  is  quite  the  distant  memory.  now,  it  is  like  looking  at  a  ghost.  "  are  you  enjoying  the  celebrations  ?  "  they  ask,  wondering  if  the  prince's  coronation  is  a  sore  spot  due  to  how  the  rebellion  ended.

[heartintact]

✧ closed starter for @calanmais.

“Hey, this is… cute.” Stepping inside the room, Cass had to admit to herself that it really wasn’t. She’d never been a movie fan; her attention span was too short, and the world was too full of curious and loud ideas that claimed her focus for her to be able to concentrate for that long on a screen. And despite that fact, she knew enough to admit that Hitchcock was probably inspired by that kind of motel when he was outlining the concept of psycho. Or, well, maybe she just had a tendency for drama. Turning around in her knee-high boots, the blonde extended her hand towards the two beds as if hosting a contest show. “I’ll let you pick which one you like, mainly because you’re so tall, it’s going to be real uncomfortable for you either way.” The light, teasing tone was accompanied by an amused smile; it was hard not to look like that whenever Killian was in the room. “Then—d’you think we can afford to empty out that mini-bar?” In all fairness, it was more of a tiny fridge, but the offer still remained.

[drunkstext]

emotions are running through his head a million miles a minute , and with everyone else it was easy . but with the one standing right in front of him — attempting to keep is composure was the hardest damn thing he's ever had to do . ' it's — good to see you . really , but . . things have changed . i'm not the same person i was . and i can't just — get him back . '

[365partygrl]

together, beabadoobee ౨ৎ @thursdaygrl

‟ i think i'm okay by myself... i'm doing great. but we'd be better together. ”

[poetrysings]

Location: The High Line, Manhattan

Status: Closed Alexander starter for Kian ( @tctteredwings )

"Y'known, this is one of my favorite places in this little borough of yours" the blue-eyed man confessed at the other as they walked along the peculiar park in the elevated rail structure, both hands discretely tucked inside his pockets as the two walked freely, his own gaze moving vapidly and in awe between the art pieces exhibited there and the nature surrounding them; all in perfect unison. "When I have to come to this side of the bridge, I try to come here to give myself a break. It's a great place for a little hike. It's a great place to look at a very quick city and change perspectives" he voiced out loud, mostly to himself, a self reminder of why he had decided to come in the first place and why he had decided to invite the other along. There was a small chance, as minuscule as it could be, that Kian as the rest of New York, needed a breath from the chaotic life the city had to offer, if he could in any way provide that to them at the end of the day, he'd walk home a happy man.

"Do you enjoy art? Or has it never been in your radar? Are you an artsy type? You look like it" he grinned. From the moment they met, Kian had seemed like the coolest person to have around, an aura about them that had drawn Alexander in to try and befriend them. "I'm not sure you told me what you do for a living that time we met, or if I even asked with my dog pulling me away and keeping me distracted, sorry about that. I'm not sure I even asked that much about you but I would love to fix my mistakes now."

[aislamxnto]

for: @daimonas

location: edric's quarters

"To think my victory had begun to make my head grow to biblical proportions, only for me to be utterly deflated in a few days time -- I feel near foolish having been so happy." Their meeting had been crafted on the premise of tea and delicacies, but Edric could not remain within the confines of the chair he had been occupying beside Waylon. He had taken to pacing, to staring at the sunshine which settled upon the Kings Landing, its merry sheen an insult to the events which shook them all. His tea lay abandoned, long since cold and unappealing in a silver cup. Waylon would always be a figure whose wisdom would draw Edric near; the North laid claim to his heart, and all who had grown within the arms of winter, would be brothers to him. Save, for a select assemble, whose misdeeds would carry through his family, as songs of snakes. "What shall come next, Waylon? I know you cannot divulge the secrets of the council -- but do you look upon our new age with hope?

[elifalvey]

LOCATION — Misty Days Flowers.

WHO — Dilan ( @dilanxbarak )

With his girlfriend not having stepped foot in her office at the museum for presumably — hopefully — several weeks, Elijah was sure the flowers that he once left there were long since wilted by now. And with how hectic their lives have been since Rhia's arrival, he thought that they were definitely in need of replacing. However, standing in the flower shop was a lot more daunting than he remembered it being. Mainly because before, he didn't really have to worry about choosing a cat-safe option, since the museum was cat-free unlike their home where the new assortment would rest. Now, he was wary of picking just any ole' bouquet in case he chose something that would be dangerous for his pets. Staring at the different options for a ridiculously stubborn amount of time, he turned on his heel to head towards the front counter in hopes of finding an employee to ask. Instead, he turned on his heel to find Dilan. "Dilan, hey!" A wide smile spread across his face. "Y'know, I hope you're not standing here 'cause you're working too hard. Are you? If so, I'd be obligated to do the whole 'you have at least a cantaloupe in there, you deserve to rest' speech — I've gotten real good at it, so you definitely don't want to hear it."

[sureihsan-arc]

who: @thalassofins​​ what: damn ! no one understands his art ! where: some dumpster in some alleyway

the dumpster of the alleyway he had been occupying not even ten minutes ago -- oh, he heard rummaging ! oh, he had to take charge before it was too late, whirling around to go parading down. “ oi ! what’s the idea !? ” he called out, entirely ignoring that the other man was... basically closer to shark than human. hence why he was going through the trash, ihsan supposed. after all, ihsan had rummaged through trash for less ! nights when the drug money ( you know, money from being a ‘human’ lab rat and testing their new fancy drugs and creams ) wasn’t quite enough -- nights that he hadn’t sold anything. ( and the most annoying part ? he could easily force people to give him their money, he could easily force himself into the most admired creative mind of their time, but the one stand-up quality he had left ? he wanted that... artistic integrity (or maybe he just wanted to be validated every time someone ooo’d and ahh’d at his work) ). suffice it to say: trash could be delicious ! but then... he spotted something among the trash that had taken a tumble... and it was the saddest thing ever : “ oh -- come on, now ! ” he picked up one of the paintings he had sold that day... that had been thrown into the trash. he had the money, which was a plus, but at what cost ? they just saw him and thought ‘oh, that fucker could use a buck, let’s pretend to like his work then throw it in the trash!’ -- he remembered what they looked like... and made a mental note to find them later that night. but now ? “ you -- you, my friend, look like a man of taste. ” -- even if that sentiment went directly against how he had just been acting towards the shark ( no disgust, but certainly... a desire for him to leave -- though that would have branched towards essentially anyone ! ). “ is this a good painting ? -- don’t hold back, be honest. ”

[voidfragments]

@merrymelodymuses

well, the organization's name is right--they truly are fools. why else would dottore think it was in any way a good idea to return to sumeru? (never mind that he should have no idea that kunikuzushi knows what he did. it's easier, better, more cathartic to think that he's simply a fool.)

nahida had tried to keep him in the dark about this, and admittedly, kunikuzushi can kind of see why. after all, he did immediately race off after hearing it, flying at top speed to the nearest of the doctor's old hideouts and tearing through the place, finding it still abandoned, and moving on to the next one. the air crackles in his wake, raging winds and static threatening to kick up storms all over sumeru.

and, finally, he finds a location that isn't totally empty.

he passes the rank-and-file soldiers and mechanical guards with hardly a second thought--what threat can they possibly pose to him? they're not what he's here for.

"DOTTOREEEEE!!!" there's a snarl in his voice, growing louder as the title stretches on. "GET OUT HERE AND FACE ME!"

[jianlol]

.ೃ࿔ for ; @salicaceaes

jian had yet again been called into the meeting room. he was starting to get sick of the same glass walls and ticking clock and uncomfortable chairs. he hated having to act like he wasn’t thinking about laughing at one of the executive’s too tight suit. . well he hoped he wasn’t put in a meeting with that one. but he could endure it if it meant another solo schedule opportunity. maybe he was finally in the clear, no longer in time out, all that jazz. although this time he was with his manager and he wasn’t sure if this meeting meant good news.

upon entering, he instantly made a face as he acknowledged there were other people in there. not a solo. “oh. it’s you.” he taunted to willow, sparing a barely there bow to her manager before he poked at the braveheart member’s ear to be annoying. “do we know why we’re here yet?”

[finalslay]

@cnlyluck

leaning  against  the  wall  of  the  ship,  the  prince  watches  closely  as  lucky  comes  back  finally  from  the  senator's  house,  and  even  though  he  hasn't  said  anything,  adam  can  tell  that  by  the  expression  on  his  face  that  the  tip  he'd  given  him  had  been  a  success.  the  thing  about  keeping  a  prince  around  is  that  he  knows  the  other  rich  people,  the  other  nobles  and  things,  the  ones  that  have  more  artifacts  and  things  than  they  even  know  what  to  do  with.  the  ones  who  are  off-world,  the  ones  who  can't  even  be  bothered  to  stay  home  with  their  fancy  things.  adam  may  have  already  paid  lucky  off  —  but  helping  him  earn  a  few  extra  credits  here  and  there  is  an  excellent  way  to  stay  on  his  good  side.

“  and?  how  did  it  go?  was  it  just  as  good  as  i  said  it'd  be?  ”    adam  asks,  coming  up  beside  lucky  and  carelessly  throwing  an  arm  around  his  shoulders.    “  i  see  you  didn't  get  caught  at  least  —  flashing  my  name  worked  flawlessly,  i  assume?  ”    that'd  been  adam's  suggestion,  after  all  :  lucky  using  the  prince's  name  to  get  inside  the  senator's  home,  under  the  guise  of  saying  he  was  there  on  behalf  of  the  prince  of  aveyon  to  fetch  some  important  artifacts  that  they'd  arranged  for.  adam  had  even  drawn  up  documentation  to  present  and  back  up  the  lie,  if  it  came  down  to  it.

come  to  think  of  it,  it's  beginning  to  be  obvious  that  this  sort  of  thing  almost  comes  painfully  easy  to  him.   yet  another  reason  that  lucky  should  keep  him  around.

[mirandcg]

@augustusx

"Sweetheart, hi," Miranda smiles, pleasantly surprised to see him, "can you stay for dinner?" She asks, setting her bag down and kicking her heels off before sliding into a pair of slippers. Her regular demeanor may be cold front with a chance of a snow squall, but she's also happy to see her children — even if they don't think so all the time. "I feel like you're so busy lately," Miranda's been busy practically all of Lorcan's life, "we don't get to see one another as much." Her ex was always better at work life balance. She likes to think their son inherited her hard work ethic, the same hunger for success that's driven her all her life, "How's the hospital?"