#sonderiings

[yxkanna]

@sonderiings // con't from here

HE DOES LOVE catching poor Vasile off guard. There's a certain pride he takes in that expression on his face that he has now, looking up at his captor so pitifully. He could so easily grab Nick and break him - he doesn't, and Nick doesn't fear such a thing ever happening. Fingers tangle in his hair, nails delicately scratching his scalp, and he smiles.

"GOOD." HE LEANS in, presses a soft kiss against his lips. He lingers just long enough to be enticing, pulling back with a little more devilry in his gaze than before. "Me neither."

[full-tiltboogiearc]

@sonderiings | wrench + bambi

A7.

Okay, A8. Well, fuck, guess one that doesn't wanna work either.

"Useless piece'a—" Wrench pounded on the side of the vending machine, nearly toppling it over. Fifty cents gone, just like that. And he was still thirsty as hell. He fed the machine two more quarters, choosing an energy drink in row D. The metal can clanked to the bottom of the machine and he stuck his hand in the flap, digging it out. He turned around, took a long sip, and looked out at the gas station in front of him, not in the mood to get back on the road yet.

The lot was relatively empty save for a few cars, including his own parked to the side. Two cars were parked near the pumps. A keen observer, he noticed a gaggle of men drinking beer and laughing as they walked toward a vehicle that he would bet $100 wasn't theirs. Only because he knew they'd gotten out of that shitty pick-up on pump 4 a few minutes ago.

Brows furrowed, he watched them as they slinked on top of the hood like cats stretching out in the sun. He gripped his own drink, stuffing one hand in his jacket pocket. They weren't doing anything wrong, but fuck if he didn't wanna just go up to them and beat the shit out of them for fun.

[miidnighters]

@fairytaletold @sonderiings | valentine's day !

For Hartley, it's just another Wednesday. And this particular Wednesday she wants to spend with him, doing things one can't mention in polite company. Her blouse is already unbuttoned a bit too far when he opens the door, the lace of her bra clearly on display A flirty "Thought we might spend some time together," her only greeting, before she's kissing him with the intent to devour.

[pacificgrimsarc]

chevy + tallulah | @sonderiings

"Least I can still play guitar the same." But he speaks too soon—his mechanical right fingers snap one of the strings in half and it doinks unceremoniously against the wood. He looks over at Tallulah with a stifled smile, then lets out a half-hearted snort. Better his arm than hers, he thinks, if she's the only person he has left to be drift compatible with. "Fuck."

[feilien]

@draconisa  said: “76﹕ sender is caught snooping in receiver’s things . (or, you know… having just stolen one of their things 😇 for eira!)”

{♚ x 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 || Accepting x}

 It was rare for Matt to spend the night at an inn. Mostly because gold was rare to come by during his aimless travels and the little he earned from odd jobs here and there was barely enough for food and the upkeep of his equipment. Sleeping in a comfortable bed was simply a luxury he couldn’t afford.

 Now and again, however, he got paid enough to afford all three. And he’d be damned if he didn’t grab that opportunity by its proverbial horns. What truly excited him, however, was the freshly cooked food in the tavern below the rooms. He’d always had a weak spot for good food, and given that he mostly lived off of what he could forage and hunt, a plate full of roasted meat and seasoned vegetables was a welcome change of pace.

 So Matt probably hadn’t been as observant while digging into his food as he should’ve been. Or else he might’ve caught the girl before she’d managed to get her hands in his bag. But… At least he managed to catch it before she walked out of the door.

 Letting out a sigh, he spared his plate one last, longing glance, then got up from his chair and chased after the girl, grabbing her by her wrist and pulling her back before she could disappear into the night. “Stealing isn’t very nice, you know.” Holding out his hand, he nodded towards hers. “I believe you have something of mine. I’d prefer it if you returned it without making me work.”

[fatespins]

🎲 Cris and Akordia!

kiss gambling hehe // @sonderiings 9. a kiss to the eyelid

POOR SER SERRA. She brushes thick black waves from his face with delicate fingers, taking his chin so she can turn his head to the side and get a better look at him. His eye is rapidly bruising, the color bringing a tsk to the front of her mouth. He'd taken it for her. Some foul creature of a man had insulted her, he'd stepped in between them - taken a fist to the face for his troubles. The way he's looking at her, she knows he'd do it again in a heartbeat if he had to.

LIPS ALIGHT ON his bruised eye, uncharacteristically warm as she whispers in undercommon before giving it a kiss gentle enough to be from a butterfly. Soothing radiance spills from her touch. When she pulls back, the bruise is mostly gone, leaving behind only a dull ache where it once was.

"MUCH BETTER," SHE murmurs, the slightest hint of teeth seen behind the curve of soft lips.

[aeternals]

bambi @sonderiings said, “   sometimes ,   before  it  gets  better ,   the  darkness  gets  bigger .   ”

despite everything he'd been through and despite everything his adopted mother had been through, shay always tried to do his best to hold on to the positives. she'd found him. she'd taken him off the street and helped him learned who he was. additionally, she helped him figure out how to be something so different in a world that would rather see him dead than accept those differences.

sitting on the table top, boots firmly planted on the seat of a nearby chair, shay ships on the can of coke he'd been nursing. he hadn't even realized anyone had gotten under his skin until her soft voice is a melody in her ears. no one knew what he really was. people simply tended to see his kindness as weakness. maybe coupled with his size, people also tended to pick fights with him ( and lose ).

" i just get really, really tired of it being dark. " the jaguar sighs and presses the aluminum to his lips again. " but, that's enough of my shitty day. how are you? "

[manneatcr]

@sonderiings | starter call | accepting

"Wanna hear some bullshit that kept happening today?" Planting herself firmly beside the dhampir, Damaris tightened her grip on Mixcoatl's leash, just in case her willful canine companion got the bright idea to bolt the second she got comfortable. "It didn't matter how many times I told people Mix isn't friendly, they kept trying to fucking touch him-- the audacity." She could violate the demons personal space all she wanted, but strangers? Absolutely not.

[yxkanna]

[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek (vasile, obv)

kiss kiss fall in love // @sonderiings

WHAT A RARE treat for Vasile to be the one to initiate contact between the two of them. Nick was half asleep next to the taller man, head tilted away in a somewhat uncomfortable position he was too lazy to fix, seeming innocent enough for Vasile to be so brave as to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. He can feel him stir beneath where Nick leans against him, delicate, like he's trying not to disturb him. The kiss itself is soft - so soft, it makes him want to weep.

EYES OPEN INSTEAD, and like a snapping crocodile he turns to catch Vasile's head in his hand, moving up to give him a proper kiss on the lips. It's followed by a smile, devilish, and he relaxes again to tuck his head under Vasile's chin and trap him there in case he's overcome with the urge to flee.

"THANK YOU," HE mumbles, voice gravelly with tiredness.

[nomadicfcrged]

@sonderiings / bambi sent a meme.

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

Lips pressed together for a moment, a pause in the beer glass that he was currently wiping off, and he took a heartbeat or two to consider his reply before he let himself speak. "You are aware that's exactly the thing I'd expect you to say right before you said something else that I would most definitely over react to, right, Viv?" Not that he would probably consider it an over reaction, and he did try and keep him temper in check especially when she was around, but-- ?

[miidnighters]

this could be a very bad idea. (eira to flynn lmao)

@sonderiings | A COURT OF WINGS AND RUIN

The fact that Eira was suggesting this was maybe not a great idea did very little to assuage any of his worries. "Then why did you drag me into this!" He hisses, alarmed. "What else are we going to do?"

[full-tiltboogiearc]

@sonderiings // ford x bambi

Any minute now, the woman will wake up and be different. Ford watches her as she sleeps in her coffin, the door wide open; she looks not like a vampire but like a vulnerable girl. Guilt swims in his stomach, festering, as he circles her in his backyard, the moon high in the sky. Almost swelling. Wilting red leaves flutter by as a breeze blows in. But he had to do it, he tells himself. I had to change her or else she'd die.

[feilien]

@sonderiings said: “sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] (vasile)” {♚ x 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . || Accepting x}

 Matt didn’t smoke. He didn’t like the smell of it, the taste of it, nor the way it made him feel. Especially this kind. He wasn’t entirely sure what kind of mixture it was, it had belonged to one of his party members, one of his friends. He’d tried it once, just once, while he and the rest of his party had sat around a campfire, and he’d been out of it for the rest of the night. After that, he’d sworn to never touch it again, while his friends had keeled over laughing. He’d never lived that night down, and immediately got grumpy the second they brought it up.

 Now, he wished to hear them bring it up again. But they couldn’t, could they? They were all dead, torn to pieces while he had somehow managed to escape. Bloody and bruised, still shaking even hours after, but alive nonetheless.

 The frustration grew as he tried to light some matches in an attempt to get the cigarette going that he’d been holding between his lips for the past five minutes. But every attempt failed, and his movements grew frantic and even sloppier. Until someone did it for him. There was a moment in which Matt just stared at his now lit cigarette, confused, but grateful. Then he inhaled deeply, barely containing the coughing fit that followed immediately after.

 With his eyes watering, Matt looked up and spotted the person who’d been his saving grace. Unfamiliar, but seemingly alone. “Thank you,” he muttered, his voice sounding raw and strained. “I’d offer you one, but I think this was the last one. Tastes like shit anyway. Think I have something to drink in my pack though, if you want it.”

[penddraig]

it’s not a very quiet day for the wizard by any means,   what with his various assignments and self-appointed duties.   he has plenty to be doing.   his castle,   naturally,   is being well looked after by his own redirection spells and calcifer,   and michael  …  well,   that boy is off somewhere in porthaven today,   having taken a leaf out of howl’s book and kept himself perfectly busy as well.   but eira isn’t anything of the sort.   howl isn’t sure how long she’s been here,   but he knows he can’t simply leave her alone to be bored in his makeshift home.   so he’s decided to take her with him on his way to his visit with the king.   best case scenario :   the man takes a liking to her,   decides howl is simply too busy with this child to get any more work done,   and lets him off the hook.   worst case scenario :   none of that happens.

kingsbury is lively today,   its wider streets and walkways barely affording room for them to walk.   he weaves through crowds expertly,   always checking to see where eira is and never letting her out of his sight.   but where he expects her to be talkative on their way toward the palace steps,   he’s met with somber quiet.   it’s crowded here.   she should be curious.   so he falls into step beside her and inquired about it.

@sonderiings.   ‘ i’m sorry,   it’s just that i thought this is the part of the quest where the animals ought to start talking to me. ’    ( Eira! )

kid really do have the most adventurous minds,   or so he’s come to encounter,   anyways.   but they’re usually far younger than eira,   to have so much hope for something so imaginative,   and they oftentimes believe it wholeheartedly.   he can’t tell if this girl does,   but it’s amusing enough to have him grinning.    ❝    you must be confused.   we’re not on that type of quest.    ❞    they’re coming up on a more populous crowd now,   and he gently places his hand on eira’s shoulder,   guiding her to the side so that no one bumps into her.   every so often,   a stray passerby glances at their duo for far too long    likely out of recognition than malicious intent    and howl clicks his tongue at them to turn their attention to something else.    ❝    i’m sorry to say that this one doesn’t involve any animals.   unless,   of course,   you spot one all on your own.   even then,   i can’t promise it’ll have any capacity to speak.   but there will be people,   and i say,   some people could be likened to animals extremely easily.    ❞

.゜––   of fairytales, folklore and faekind.  /  𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗.

[fatespins]

heart of virtue. sender presses a kiss to the back of the receiver's hand. (cristoval and akordia!)

deck of many things sounding meme // @sonderiings

SHE’S READING WHEN he finds her, some ancient tome or another she’s been dragging around since the beginning of her time on the surface. It’s written in an old dialect of undercommon, so she can read it, but it’s a bit on the heavy side - something she reserves for when she has time, which she has plenty of right now. Thunder rumbles outside, delaying their travel for the day. She doesn’t mind. Two days in the same inn shouldn’t hurt.

SHE HEARS HIM coming. She recognizes the heavy pattern of his footfalls now, could likely pick them out from a crowd if she focused. She doesn’t turn when he enters the room for this reason; she trusts him enough to have her back to him, even as she hears him approaching.

ONE HAND HAS been in the book, the other idly twirling a lock of white hair by her shoulder. He interrupts this when he takes her hand in his own, pulling her attention away from her current task. A kiss is pressed to the back of it, his breath warm against her skin, tickling her with his facial hair. He offers her no other greeting except this and that wretched toothy smile he gives and gives and gives and gives.

HE LOOKS RADIANT in the cool fading daylight leaking in from the window, reflecting the golden tones in his skin. She takes a deep breath, lets it out - doesn’t pull her hand away.

“DO SOMETHING USEFUL with your time, why don’t you?” she chides, although there’s no bite to her words. There’s some measure of playfulness - gods above - in her tone, one of the many teases she tosses in his direction on a daily basis. Gaze turns back to her book, but she leaves her hand suspended in his grasp for however long he wishes to hold it.

[aeternals]

bambi @sonderiings said, “ Oh no — No no no, I am so — so sorry!”

rationally, quinn knows it's his own fault. rayli was always telling him not to walk around with his head up his ass and, honestly, he wasn't. it was planted firmly on the job listings illuminated on his hand terminal, thank you very much. he couldn't always wait for someone like chiara or desiderius to reach out. sometimes they had to take the more normal paying shit to cover all the refuels and restocks until the bigger things came.

still, he can hear the i told you so echoing through his brain. it's not mad. rayli was always slightly amused by life just like quinn was slightly annoyed. maybe that's why they'd been so good together.

maybe that's why they worked well together.

quinn was the fist and rayli was the head. she the shield and he the sword. when one couldn't think straight the other did it for them.

didn't mean he wasn't real sad about the coffee he'd just spilled all over himself. who walked into who? he honestly say because his eyes were angled towards the ground, scrolling and scrolling to find something juicy.

" it's... " eyes close, nostrils flare, and quinn sighs through the frustration. unlike chicago, he couldn't just go around punching everything on tycho. " it's fine. i wasn't watching where i was going. you okay? "