#oftatteredwings

[roryflangn]

starter for: @oftatteredwings

location: beanz

Gabriel's approval of weekly pottery painting events at the café had set Rory's task-driven mind to work, and he had been pacing the building like a madman as he handled logistics - yapping down the phone to source said pottery, figuring out art supply quantities, and last, but definitely not least, he needed to create flyers. An eye-catching poster in the front window was a surefire to gaining attention, and though Rory was no marketing whiz nor was he hosting this event for anything more than fun, it still meant a lot to him.

So, in his time of need, Rory wanted a second opinion, and his third draft would be assessed by any customer available. This brought him to Ben's table, where he was also delivering the man a coffee - his regular order. As he placed the mug down, he excitably slapped the hand-drawn poster draft down beside him.

"Uh, odd question, but whaddya' think? Would this catch your eye?"

[ofalchemyy]

closed starter for @oftatteredwings

austin walker had a sweet tooth. everyone knew it. and sweet scoops was one of his favorite places to grab himself dessert. it was the off-season for him. he was allowed. as he waited in line, he whistled the tune of a song he couldn't get out of his head. if it was as-yet unreleased? he didn't know anything about that. it was cold outside, but that didn't seem to stop people from coming inside in search of ice cream. he looked to the person next to him as he studied the menu board. "what d'you think?" he tipped his chin towards the menu. "i usually go for mint chocolate chip, but i'm feeling adventurous today."

[jrndlph]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @oftatteredwings LOCATION: the modern muse

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 get a chance to see some art, he would take it. he loved the arts. mainly photography, but he loved all sorts of things. and when he went to the modern muse to check out the latest art. well, he couldn't help but admire everything. he was onto the next room, ready to check out some more of the art when he noticed a familiar face. " oliver metcalfe, fancy seeing you here. " he wasn't sure how long it had been seen he had seen him, but it was a familiar face he didn't mind seeing. " been awhile, how've you been? "

[wntrdnvn]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @oftatteredwings LOCATION: aroma delights

" 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 are so damn good. " he said. he loved this bakery. he finally sat down again with the rest of his the baked goods that he ordered and he slid the plate over to oliver. " so, how are things? your art keeping you busy? " he wondered. " hopefully it's way more fun than the drama at the capitol. " it was nice though that he was able to spend more time in new york, and hang out with some old friends.

[leonhrted]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @oftatteredwings LOCATION: botanical gardens

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 that he was spending more time with ben. at least it felt that way. when they saw each other last month, leon felt all those feelings return. it was like he was back in college when the two of them were together. so much has changed since then. but even though they hadn't seen each other for a couple years, seeing each other again felt like no time has passed. eyes shifted up to look at him as they both continued to walk into the gardens. " pretzel? " he offered his treat to ben.

[mcdnights]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @oftatteredwings

MUSE: luke campbell / 34 / writer / pansexual

LOCATION: beanz, coffee shop

luke was in his own little world whilst he was waiting for his coffee and totally missed his name being called out. he wandered over to the desk, picked up a random coffee, took a sip, he pulled a face, "excuse me" he says to the person next to him, "is this yours? it's too sugary to be mine".

[backpockct]

closed starter / location: hammond's bar (@oftatteredwings)

dylan sits on the edge of the stage strumming her guitar, "don't you think it's been quiet tonight?" she asks the other, "it's weird. i don't like it"

[jasonaarons]

@oftatteredwings

Running out of smokes was always the worst case scenario, and though a quiet, uneventful trip to the bodega could've been just what he needed to calm himself... He knew upon sight of Amber that it was going to be a rough one. He hadn't seen her in a while - hadn't heard from her. Jace figured it had something to do with the fact that he had ignored her last few messages, asking if he was okay... and he figured he was okay with that, up until now. Ignoring his problems was easy - facing them head on? If it weren't too late, he might just turn back out onto the street now. He didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he saw the way she glanced over, like she was looking straight through him. Shit. There was nowhere to hide behind the shelves. He was too tall for that. So he just let out a rough, "Hey, Amber," instead.

"Long time, no see." Idiot. If there was an award for the 'wrong thing to say,' Jace might win it every time.

[deeplywonderstruck]

even  if  maxxie  was  admittedly  confused  by  the  way  oliver  acted  whenever  he  was  around,  he  couldn’t  deny  that  he  thought  it  was  cute,  wholesome  even.  he  didn’t  think  oliver  was  naive  in  the  slightest  bit,  but  his  actions  would  indicate  that  he  might  come  across  as  so  to  anyone  who  doesn’t  know  him.  then  again,  maxxie  doesn’t  think  he  really  knows  him.  his  body,  sure,  but  as  a  person,  he  would  say  he  doesn’t  know  all  too  much.  “ definitely  better  now  that  it’s  no  longer  january. ”  he  says  this  as  if  january  is  some  kind  of  cursed  month.  it  wasn’t  –  it  just  felt  unnecessarily  long.  “ what  about  you?  did  you  make  any  new  year's  resolutions? ”  a  pause  is  taken,  followed  by  a  playful  grin  taking  place  across  his  rosy  colored  lips.  “ and  if  you  have,  did  you  keep  any  of  them? ”  this  is  asked  lightly,  poking  fun  at  the  idea  that  a  lot  of  people  only  maintained  their  new  year's  resolutions  for  a  few  weeks  in  and  then  completely  dropped  them  as  the  year  went  on.  not  that  maxxie  was  judging,  but  he’s  seen  it  one  too  many  times.

Why was he like this? That was the first question that came to mind. And he didn't mean Maxxie either. No, Oliver was definitely asking that question about himself, as he did quite often. Why couldn't he find it within himself to change? At this point, he'd thought he had, that his time in Paris and the people he'd met had helped him along on a different path, but then moments like this happened and he realised there were some parts he would never be able to change. "That's a fair point," he responded, his voice light, taking the cup from the other now and pushing a smile onto his face. "How's it going?" he questioned after a moment of silence.

[thecryptidcottage]

↳ ft. orion + up to player ! ( @oftatteredwings ) somewhere in notting hill with a gate

the thing about gates ― or locks or fences, barriers of any kind, really ― is that, at least to orion, they're often very little more than just that. obstacles. a suggestion of boundaries. and if there's one thing orion is known for, it's rarely taking suggestions. ( also going days without sleep, climbing on rooftops with restricted access, and bringing up extraterrestrial life whenever he can, but that's... well, that's aside from the point, at least right now. ) who isn't a little curious when they see a do not enter sign ? so when he's got the time, as he happens to right now, he's prone to wandering. iced coffee in one hand and stack of tabloids from his daily convenience store run in the other, orion pushes open the gate and wanders in, making it only a few steps before he spots somebody else. he freezes, blinking. ❝ oh shit ! uh, hi. it, uh, it wasn't locked ? ❞

[jrndlph]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @oftatteredwings LOCATION: sweet scoops

𝐣𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 this afternoon. and the trip to the sweet scoops wasn't too far. he got his favorite ice cream flavors: coffee flavor on the bottom and pecan flavor on top. sometimes he wondered if he was just a 60 year old man stuck in a 25 year old body. once he got his ice cream, he walked over to the little tables and he noticed someone. he forgot his name, but he remembered his face, and the day when he was playing in the snow. " you must really like frozen things. "

[leonhrted]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @oftatteredwings LOCATION: harmony hall

𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 that he received help with his voice. and that was something that he was thankful of getting help so that he could perfect his voice. so he after he finished the last scene, he sighed, sitting down at the edge of the stage. " i honestly feel like i'm there. what do you think? " he glanced over at yasmin, who has been so helpful to him these past few months. " like i'm getting praised when i'm on stage. " he smirked.

[ofalchemyy]

who: austin + leo (@oftatteredwings) where: paws & pour cat cafe

there was a starbucks on every corner that probably made better coffee than this place, but austin preferred the company at paws & pour to the people using a cafe as their personal WFH setup. cats were just better company. after his morning run and practice, austin had walked into the shop, ordered his usual (something way too sweet with just a bit of caffeine) and plopped down on his favorite lumpy couch with his headphones and a copy of the latest book in the fantasy series he was reading.

no sooner had he sat down did a tabby cat jump up on his lap and all hopes of getting reading done were lost. austin didn't mind, though, scratching the cat under its chin and enjoying the purrs he received for his trouble. "hey," he called out to whichever of the owners was working today. "where'd this guy come from? he's only got three legs." which was cool, actually. it was amazing how animals could adapt.

[theokent]

starter: closed for @oftatteredwings (utp!)

where: @ flea market

It had been a mission of Theo to make Brooklyn like home for them and Immy, something that they hadn't done before in the five years they've lived in Ameria. Before Immy moved here, all Theo did was go to work, come home and have some casual sex when they were bored, not much else. It was a bit of a limbo for them. Now they were planting roots in this city, making connections. Finding all their favourite spots.

While walking around the flea market they snapped a few photos to show their fiancée later, making a mental note to maybe bring her whenever she wasn't working because they saw a few vintage clothes of brands they knew she loved. Seeing someone near the stall, they asked them assuming they were the vendor. "Sorry to ask, because I'm not very familiar with this; these are all original vintage items, right?"

[backpockct]

closed starter / location: outside of hammonds (@oftatteredwings, utp!)

alex was on a night out with some friends, this was rare for him, he was a homebody. he was standing outside hammonds, when he spotted the other, "i'm not going home, i promise. i just needed some fresh air".

[juliafms]

she would have done better just to be less honest but it just slipped out." i've had nearly one already plus some drinks, so-" julia felt sensitive and the feeling of a failure of a year was creeping up on her - people couldn't deny that it had been awful for her. "i'm good." that was more to herself than anyone else. this establishment had been out of impulse, something to keep her going but it didn't feel like she was doing a good job of it. "a bit drunk actually but i'm drunk so holding it together." there was no denying that the bubbles weren't making her feel any better.

"Oh, I don't know, Jules, I've seen you finish a bottle before..." was Eddie's first observation, a gentle laugh escaping him. "But I'll take a glass, obviously. Thanks." New Year's Eve was one of those nights he wasn't all that keen on, but the party taking place at The Loft had been almost irresistible to him; people he knew, easily accessible alcohol, what could go wrong? Everything, of course, but he was doing his best to ignore that particular thought.