#v. tbt

[smilemuse]

he has everything going for him: good looks, popularity, grades, student council vice president, & the fangirls to boot. there are times when yoshida wishes he were invisible, blending into the background with ease. however, this was a different task instead one that the teacher had entrusted him with. yoshida's not sure how someone can have that low of a gpa, but he's trying not to be too judgmental.  ❛ are you even paying attention? ❜ he chimes in as he looks at the other boy. everything about him screamed like he was ready to drop out.

purple bangs fray into the edges of his vision but he makes the moment to sit down across from him. they aren't equals by any means & he can feel the stares of the rest of the students. there whispers are birds chirping.  ❛ denji, what are you actually looking at?❜ this time a smile threatens the frays of his mouth, he sees the peep of a magazine from the textbook.  ❛ i'll put it in the shredder. ❜

@getsusekaii

[xbadnews]

❛  you want me to say no, don't you?  ❜ || @delightfalse from Cassandra

Percy presses his lips into a thin line, his gaze hardening at the question. it was an attempt at hiding what was going on in his head, his heart. It was skipping beats left & right as he thought of each way Cassandra had endured on her own. It wasn't something he liked to think of. But that didn't stop thoughts from forcing their way into his skull. He'd asked her none-too-carefully if she collected secrets for the briarwoods. Information was a currency that was vital in her situation after all.

"I don't know, " he admits this carefully, unusually honest. Percy could lie to almost anyone, but Cassandra deserved better than that. He hopes it is a sentiment she shares. Percy knew Cassandra didn't owe him any details, he certainly wasn't owed her secrets… But Percy thought he may deserve the truth. He'd done plenty of things to survive, it wasn't like he could condemn her for any measures she may have taken. But he had to know, "Would that be the truth? "

She knew his truth. Or, at least, parts of it. More of it than most. His sister had known him at his most desperate, if anyone knew his darkness it may be her. Percy had come to realize that a beast existed in every de rolo that survived long enough to cultivate it. The innate need to live, no matter the cost. Though he'd never use her survival as ammunition against her, he had to know who his sister had become to survive. That didn't make it any less shocking, any less frightening a notion. To think the same beast existed within her.

[sarcassms]

@petitexmagician // tetcho meets a magician

His gaze follows along the path of this unknown location some ability user had sent him to as he walks before he notices someone else is close by, his gaze flickering up to meet with hers, she's short- like Teruko, but unlike Teruko, she isn't a red head, and she very much is not...from what he gathers, a woman who can change her age willy nilly.

He figures, as he chews on his eggs with sugar, the polite thing to do is to greet her- and possibly offer her some food, so he offers the box up to her. "Hello," he greets, a little hesitantly and stoically, but he is trying. "...What's your name?" ...Yeah, he's not very good at greeting civilians just yet but he hopes to get some knowledge of what's going on.

[gohjuo]

the tall figure appears with a present in hand, a smirk gracing his features as he observes how unamused she is. it's not like he wouldn't have gotten her a little something, they were friends, maybe a little something more considering gojo had taken her out on a date. gojo assumes it's a one time thing, but he's unsure with the way utahime has been acting, so instead he brings himself to where she's at. he's a jack-in-the-box, popping up at the convenient or inconvenient times depending on who is being asked. ❛ happy birthday, uta-hi-me!❜

there's a bouquet, a call back to their date considering she deserved to have the nice things on the day of her birth. gojo is fond of his big, grand gestures, the idea of celebrating someone for one day brings him excitement. it didn't matter how apprehensive the other person was. ❛how does it feel to be thirty-one ? you're officially a cougar now, aren't you?❜ he almost regrets bringing the bouquet considering he's sure she would try to throw an object at him in protest. for precautions, he keeps his technique on.

❛ i know how much you like beer, so we're at a beer hall. i'm here for the food and to celebrate you.❜ he chimes in knowing she might be curious on tonight's setting.

@sozokami for utahime's birthday!

[sunkxsscdmoved]

Plotted starter for @lovehungered

Nestled between two large buildings, their red bricks faded and weathered from both age and the salty sea air, was a small pastry shop. Subtle hints of sweet aromas wafted outside, inviting and welcoming hungry or curious souls inside. A blue awning with white trim sat above the glass door and large display windows with 'Taste & Sea Pasteries' in large swooping letters printed on them. The left side displayed a wide variety of baked goods ranging from beach-themed cakes that had crushed graham cracker sand to pufferfish cake pops to life preserver ring donuts and everything in between while the right side was mostly open for any passerby to get a good look of the nautical themed interior.

Afternoons weren't typically slow, even on weekdays, but with the Barati in town, the majority of people would be trying to experience their cooking before the masses. Sunni didn't mind the lull in business, allowing her more time to experiment with flavors and new designs. A few batches of cupcakes were slowly baking in the back in one of the large industrial ovens while she leaned against the back of the display counter. Her long blond hair was braided and rested over her left shoulder as she stared at the footprint-pocked beach across the street. Waves lapped hungrily at the white sand in a rhythmic motion that had her mind drifting somewhere far, far away, unaware of the bell above the door jingling as it was opened.

[halfyearsqueen]

"How do you feel about being a stepmother after your experience as a girl who lost her own mother similarly?"

@wcrriorhearts : Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

“ they were far younger then i was, when i lost mine own mother. nearly four years old. when i wed their father - very little children, it mattered far more to me that they would remember her, “ that the twins would know the brave and warm person their mother was, that she had loved her girls. the stories of the years of laena’s own girlhood; the flights they had taken together. all so she would exist, to them. as more then a faint memory — it mattered not that being a stepmother was an altogether daunting task. for far more reasons then how she had lost her own mother. “ it is no small thing to be a mother to a child you did not bear - but the responsibility is even greater, when the loss occurs at such an age. it is not easy to be a motherless child, but as a girl growing into a woman – “ a shake of her head, “ it was crucial, for me. from the first. that they, and my own sons - knew all that mattered was that they might be comfortable in their new home. i wanted better for them, then what i knew. that whatever anger their grandparents may have borne the two of us, for the swiftness of it….they could return to their old one as they wished, to visit, if naught else - baela and rhaena … remind me every day of her. even more so now, as moondancer grows, and baela yearns to fly. they are daughters, to me. though i am not their mother, i do not treat them any different then i would treat my own children. i did not… realize, until I became one, it is not a cruel thing to be. it does not mean they too will grow resentful of me, in time. “

[oisouatau]

“ Amar verdadeiramente outra pessoa é aceitar que o trabalho de amá-la vale a dor da sua perda.”

[visery2]

@sevynhells naerys.

" you may remain here, if you wish, " his eyes soften - he had not considered himself a changed man, but even he has noticed how he has hardened with the years. consumed by duty, above all. yet his daughter brings out a side of him he believed long buried. she had been a fragile child, his daughter. sick often, and he had taken to telling her stories to keep her mind at ease. days when dragons roamed the skies freely, stories of a home that had been lost to him before he had known it. he is rarely anything but straightforward, these days. yet his hand comes to rest, gently, on her arm, " it is not required of you to attend, dōna mēre . i shall stay with you as i'm able, and shall send aemon to lead you to your rooms. " duty is a thing he has taken great pains to instill in his children, though aegon seems to do what he would, as he would. - aemon could be trusted to do as he bade; though both would no doubt prefer to compete in the lists. " your uncle will understand , " a moment passes, a glimmer of old humor returns to violet eyes, lips turning up at the corners in a weary smile, " i've never much been a fan of tourneys, either. "

[lunaeclipsis]

@trahns WHISPERED: "so.. are you going to talk, or what?" U ALREADY KNOW .. (bkg 2 one for all mirabel)

UNPROMPTED ASKS | ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

mirabel is thankful she doesn't sweat easily, otherwise this would be much more difficult. she can feel the way katsukis eyes are boring into her -- trying to find out every secret she may be keeping. it wasn't that she didn't want to tell, she just couldn't. but that excuse probably wouldn't work with katsuki here.

" talk about what? " she questions. " i don't know what you mean, bakugo. " she does full well, but she can't let him know that.

[superiordna]

It's a box. Small, simple, smells faintly of copper and carbon. Inside is the reason for the copper smell, at least: only a single, torn-off subdued Tricell patch, discolored with dried blood and with a few grains of sand stuck to its backing. Beneath this is a half-folded piece of paper, upon which is printed -- perhaps to avoid identifiable handwriting -- If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.

If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.

The fold crease guides the paper closed again. A reexamination is given to the bloody patch, a delicate hold so as to not disturb evidence of violence and relative context. Much could be deduced with only grains of sand and blood.

Without turning his gaze from the patch, he pressed the intercom button on the table. "I require a dried blood analysis. Pull the bloodwork of the Tricell employees and cross-examine them for matches to our John Smith. See to it. Immediately." The intercom gave a static buzz before clicking off.

A sterile bag collects the items that arrived, marked in dark, sharp penmanship to be retrieved when the underlings arrived. "Someone out there has just had the misfortune of dying." But, for now, Wesker set his sights on this box for any more insight it might provide. Ran his fingers along its seams, turning it over, chasing the scent of carbon. "Or is wishing they were dead." Thumb following the guide of the corners. Rapping. Continuing on.

This box. The ominous little message inside such an unassuming vessel. It reminds Wesker of a fortune cookie, particularly the kind that cluttered the bottom of the takeout bags from the restaurant three blocks from RPD. (It was hard to get the STARS to all agree on where and what to eat when it was permitted to order delivery. Funny, why did that come to him now?)

[smilemuse]

THE SAME GUY PASSES BY LIKE A CURIOUS WINDOW SHOPPER SPOTTING A MANNEQUIN & THEIR OUTFIT. yoshida has seen him peer through the window, their eyes always meeting accidentally. the boy in question? he's not sure but he could be a potential customer. the blonde hair & amber eyed boy he keeps seeing catches he interest. however, today he's not letting him go as he waits for a client to come to their appointment & their running late. deft fingers take one of his business cards before he scribbles his number with the words: TEXT ME & he slips it into his apron.

without fail he sees him at the corner about to make his usual round & he ignores the vibration of his phone before heading out of the parlor. a certain smirk greets his mouth, his own appearance defies the type of cool demeanor he keeps. yoshida is not the type of person to seek out connections, but he's tired of not seeing him come in for whatever reason.

he likes his job even if it wasn't anything he'd be doing permanently. he supposes it was inevitable with his first piercing, the eight that adorn his left ear. after that he was kind of hooked into getting a few more. he hasn't gotten one recently but maybe he would get another. yoshida enjoys the more hidden ones, they were out in plain sight but not discernible to anyone unless they were looking. ❛ are you going to keep passing by or are you going to come in? ❜ he reaches for the guy's shoulder trying to stop him from his tracks, a train coming to an abrupt halt.

❛ my name is yoshida. for you, ❜ another flash of a smile before he hands denji his business card. ❛ do you want to stop by or are you in a rush? ❜

@vh1ral

[xbadnews]

❛ I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna stay right here. Cause all kinds of trouble. ❜ || @stcrforged from Grog

There is something comforting about the notion. Of course, Percy Could hardly admit that. It might go to Grog's head if he did. Trouble had been part of the appeal in joining Vox Machina to begin with. Their days were a fine selection of fresh trouble & misfortunes, never stale. They had the tenacity to live beyond survival & it was infectious.

Percy imagined his life would be very dull without Grog, quieter than he wanted it to be. Percy had a habit of sifting through half-finished versions of himself, leaving silent gaps in between the person he was & the person he wanted to be. Something about knowing he wouldn't be alone filled some of that space.

"Surely you'll save a bit of trouble for me." his voice walks a sarcastic edge but a smirk splits his face all the same. it's difficult enough to picture tomorrow, let alone the next week, month or year. but it was nice to think Grog might be there.

[sarcassms]

@anomieheld // kidnap time

He offers her a smile at the gesture, it's one he's always taken great care for, something that would always put a little pep in his step, like a cat that caught the canary. It doesn't give the same feeling now, knowing what he's going to have to do.

He doesn't want to betray her like this, it's a surprise Elyon and himself even came as close as they did, with her being so introverted- and he's lucky she cared as much as she did, but there's little he can do against his father's orders.

"I missed you too," that's not a lie, nor are his next words, which makes him feel even worse. "I care about you a lot; it's good to be able to see you like this."

He begins to walk them to his house, shared with his siblings, and inhales slightly. "Would you like to go to my room when we get there? My cat is in my hat again, probably, so you could see him for a while."

[gohjuo]

memories of their teenage years where he could sense the stress off suguru's face & his own calm demeanor with a group of girls fawning over them. love letters & chocolates were in abundance as they were both popular for their looks even if suguru would politely play it off. they were no longer in bodies that hadn't grown into their own, wiser by the years, & bathed in the stresses of their own work; they had seen it all. ❛should i confess to you again? wouldn't that be romantic?❜ he's teasing as he leans his head against the other on their train ride . today suguru had been insistent on paying for him, so he doesn't argue & let him.

this time he leans in closer blocking him from the view of the passing landscape as he kisses his cheek. he was never one for the conservative nature of their society. he would lay his love out there like seashells washing up ashore for someone special to pick up. there was one, he had picked him up, a wonder to be cherished. satoru keep a tight grip on his present since he wanted suguru to wait to open it. he breaks away, eager in the way that kids get excited for their christmas presents. ❛how many more stops ? ❜

satoru takes the moment to grab his phone take a snap at his picture before posting it. public figure or not, he supposes he's been trying to blend more into society. ❛i'm not worried, just so you know. today is meant to be with you.❜

@getouh liked for a valentine's day starter

[craveschallenges]

@jedais : “ can you stay? just for a little bit? ”

“ is there something wrong ? “ uncommonly soft, she hesitates on the threshold. anakin wasn’t the type to ask for help like that, or much at all. eyes narrowing slightly, she moved to sit across from him before saying decisively, “ it can wait, “ especially if he was struggling with the fallout of it all. “ you can talk, or we can sit here. “ but, if they were going to fix whatever was causing him to be so conflicted, he needed to give her something . “ but i can feel how upset you are even without the force.”

[coffeciggarette]

Thursday is a throwback. I have started my throwback journey. Some of the work I will be posting will be from people I have interacted with or my imagination.

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