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[Villains] Highlight Medley | JIU

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Enduring a childhood chiseled by austerity, there were components within Haerin that became woefully out of practice when she found herself in refined environments such as this. Despite the nurturing care from her spouse encouraging her growth towards gentleness, her refinement left room for improvement—especially apparent during instances when she was without their aid. And today, with her plan to refurbish their homestead cloistered securely inside her mind, was one such instance. Nonetheless, she staunchly trudged forward still—striving vehemently to not resemble an errant runt.

Yet naturally someone had to ask her. The rarity of flustered blushes bloomed on her cheeks- a sight quite contrary to her usual stiff demeanor. She rubbed at her nose with an index finger in contemplation—retracing steps inside a mind as cluttered as hers was never an easy feat. "Um… I reckon there could be a few." She mumbled uncertainly—it was more like guessing at this point—before offering directions devoid of confidence. “Third row, left from the entrance.” Even though she ended it with a disclaimer stating their potential fallacy—“I might be wrong though.”

(  @anchoragestarters ) — OPEN ! CAPPED: 0/4 DATE & LOCATION:  MARCH 15ᵀᴴ ↯ THE FLOWER BASKET

       It was early — it was more like 11 o’clock in the morning, actually. She had no means of transportation, so she walked for fresh air. It was needed as they were starting to look like a ghost. Their sleeping schedule was more than screwed up, and they stood inside The Flower Basket. Random, surely, but she had a need to decorate her place with some plants, flowers... or whatever.        “There are way too many to choose from. I think I might go haywire,” Alizka mumbled to herself, and they hoped they wouldn’t become too impatient. They probably should’ve dragged someone along... but they didn’t want to give them the burden of having to come with. “Um. Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but I forgot my glasses at home like the old lady I am - but do you happen to see any hydrangeas around the store?”

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Perhaps to some it could echo as a farcical notion — any denouement attributing that someone as seemingly poised as the pair would be a circled scope for any imbibed hands out there, but there was a history written in blood that spoke differently and had left both of their flesh scarred. Haerin would be a gigantic ignoramus to diminish such concerns. “I don’t think so. Could most likely be the wrong place, wrong time situation, but I won’t be rulin’ anything out.” It wasn’t the most practiced reassurance, though while Haerin made it clear they would not permit even another scratch to smear their spouse, or God forbid their children, it was an acknowledgment that they would not desert the abnormalities in the dust; to engrave them and live in a rose-tainted path scantily worked when one was tangled in this dumpster fire of a place. It was worth looking into when their family’s safety might be on the line.

Distress rippled through them — although in fragments yet still a ghostly remnant that haunted the recesses of their mind. Teetered on the brink still was grating friction pounding the former fighter’s head, how ludicrously appealing it would be to blacken teeth and tongue and spit at the continuous horrors which so effortlessly, languidly tailed the two’s endeavors to fucking breathe. Instead, she drew their joined hands and pressed a kiss on the belle’s wrist. “We’ll check on the kids first. Make sure they’re safe, then find out what the bloody hell’s going on.” Rueful gravel padding into tenderness at the promise, and she began to drive outside. Skirting away from the calamity as much as they could. They’d check on Cyrek later. Pause stretched for a while, shoulders loosening bit by bit. “Talk to me. How are you feeling?” 

Their voice a blade to dispel evil and arcanely situated in sacred grounds as if Mother Nature were to call to their hearth, and the coltish baker found themselves adhering to the soothing bell that it emanated. Haerin may have been a titular being to most — namesake shrouded in the ruinous abandon of the physical for their name on a title card of a fight, and to them, another means of security on the cusp of endangerment. "I don't think so... but I couldn't really see," they confessed, their thumbs stroking along the fibers of the cape borrowed, and tilting their head aside to rest against the crest of their love's shoulder as they crossed the parking lot. For once, they made peace with the aversion of an abiding citizen, the crawling sensation of something awaiting to set a trap for them and the rest of the victims to the dining hall a stark reminder of the eve they'd set foot in Peppy's Pizzeria. Those empty walls and the eerie silence, the din kowtowed by the glare of reddened and inhuman eyes to tear their soul asunder, it reminded them of that. Succoring was their other half's attempts to assuage a frenzied mind, fingers procuring bunches of the other's dress then, clinging for an extra beat before sliding into the passenger seat, a hand cupped over their nose as they searched for the box of travel tissues. "I know, but..." Selfishly, the mind boggled, and maundered to far-away places. "I'm worried 'bout whether the kids are okay, we — we should get home." Releasing the pin of their bedraggled hair, the wig long discarded and banished to the inside of the mansion, they reached for their wife's hand as she situated herself in the driver's seat. "Ya don't think... it was meant for me, do ya?"

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“I know, love, I know.” The raven-haired’s accented words were as succinct as they were, one would hope, comforting, though the olden resonance in their voice hinted at a disturbance. No explanations were required in the midst of the establishment now engulfed in an atmosphere of alarm and chaos. Should their spouse emerge entirely smeared with grime and ashes, there would be no inquisition until a haven of safety was reached - their well-being, among other things, being of utmost importance. A poise Haerin had longed to emulate after epochs of knowing only fragile cries and hurried, wounded blows. Their own facade was marred with dirt — but personal ordeals seemed trivial amidst the broader desolation surrounding them. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” A subtle grind of crooked jawline and one arm curled around the other’s shoulders, she attempted to create friction and warmth by rubbing her palm along their skin, both mantled and exposed. Wrath made a home behind fortitude of molars — but what was the point of questioning now when calamity seemed to tail the place whenever they went? Guided to their car, they opened the door for their spouse before glissading themselves. “Oh, fuckin’ tits,” a mumble unrestrained as the panic only seemed to brew. “Sure hope everyone made it okay.”

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"Everything happened so quickly... I don't even know what else happened, Karam was telling me t' hide an' he got us out, and..." The police sirens resonant in the distance were propelling them away instinctually, rather than paddling toward the desire to remain in one place. Shivering, they drew the cape from Haerin's costume closer to their middle, the bowed frown on their face as they ducked their head. The ache throbbing in their nose felt inescapable, and they trusted the former boxer to drive than their frazzled nerves. "I think he snapped it back where it's supposed to be... It just kind'a hurts." They were trying for optimism that the freak accident was caused by some faulty wiring, instead of a caper. And they hoped Karam, too, had slunk away to a safe place. Whatever would come of the news tomorrow, the baker was grateful for the florist's valiant effort to ensure they would be okay... Fingertips danced over the rims of the velvety fabric, seeking comfort in their spouse's lingering scent ingrained into its fibers. "Take me home? Please."

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Transl: 7-Dreamers Neveah | Please do not take without credit

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Laboring as a roughhewn steward of the land entailed a unique set of inevitable certainties — an unending dance with shit-tinted soil that welcomed each dawn, and a relentless beckoning to plow through despite the predicament. Haerin had the distinct fortune of acclimating herself to these auroral customs, not as though her significant other would leave her resting tresses untouched if the call of the morning rooster failed to stir her from slumber. And so, awakened by the chill embrace of the morning gusts, her eyes were pried open in sudden alertness. The day’s tasks called to her from a mental scroll — a collection of daily essentials, a selection of ingredients destined to transform into sweet, crumbly confections, and, to round off the day’s requisition with a touch of whimsy, she was entrusted with securing a parcel of blueberry-tinged sweets ( in which, yes, she would lap on later. ) Looking down at the note given to her, the loitering words caught her attention, its delivery enticed her more than the absurdity of the statement itself. “Sorry, I don’t do that anymore,” and it was a partial jest too enshrouded by an all-too-crooked simper, Australian twinge flapping through her tongue. “Not a mornin’ person, are ya?”

             𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

                                                                                    (    an open starter   )

as the sun rises over the rugged alaskan landscape and a sense of anachronism continues to fill the air, the condescending and circuitous shadow of colson kim appears. the sky above his head is a brilliant blue canvas, adorned with scattered cotton-like clouds that add jubilation to the otherwise depressing scene. with the thermometer hovering around 60 degrees fahrenheit, the temperature is mild yet transient. a gentle breeze rustles through the trees, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers and sprouting vegetation. the landscape that is slowly transitioning from its winter slumber to vibrant life is sweet despite how sour he feels. the snow that once blanketed the ground has given way to patches of green, and the rivers and streams are alive with the melodic sounds of rushing water. the mountains that surround the town still retain some remnants of snow, adding a majestic touch to the panorama. as he takes his steps outside, he feels the warmth of the sun on his skin, a welcome contrast to the chillier days he’s experienced. truth be told, it’s a perfect day out. colson doubts that his decision to step into the light could lead to a meaningful exchange, and perhaps even a newfound connection, and yet he engages. clearing his throat, he mustered the courage to speak, breaking the silence that surrounded him. “Do me a favor? “ Colson’s words hung in the air, and he took no time to await the stranger’s response. “Just… gag me and kill me now.”

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“Got someone to kiss during the ball drop? Ain’t no mistletoe, but we can make it work.” Their lithe smile was reserved for Haerin alone, a reprieve from the gossiping around the rumor mill they’d partook in all evening after running into a couple curious sights — if it weren’t for the fact that one of them was Josette Leighton, Haerin’s former therapist, they might have gabbed to their wife about it, too. Their digits ruffled their black bob, their grey undertones hidden with the downcast of their hair that lightly dusted their shoulders, and they reached out to their spouse’s dress. Adjusting an accessory upon her bosom adoringly, they teased, “I should finance an enhancement to your chest, ya’know.” They smirked, hoping that the other would take it in stride. “How are ya liking the party? It’s kinda-sorta your in-laws’ an’ all.” Micah was a sister figure to them, after all, and they couldn’t be more ecstatic to have learned that they had now been related by marriage. Brushing their hands over her shoulders, they interlocked their fingers when they twined them around Haerin’s neck, humming delightedly. “What’s your New Year’s resolution gonna be, huh? I know it’s all hogwash to a lot’a people, but ya come real far, an’ I’m awful proud’a you.” The rims of their smile widened, their thumb caressing her cheek with the amour of a fawning teenager. When they ruminated over their five years together, they longed solely for their love to discover tranquility in the quietude of their life, baking pastries and shoveling shit on the ranch — perhaps, it wasn’t as bonified and crackling as their previous conquests. For Anka, it was the perfect life. “I already got what I been wishing for.”

“I don’t know, that server over there is pretty cute, think I should shoot my shot?”

Laced with the teasing dispel was a thin smile, the main excuse for its lack of jocosity was a rustic intimation of the former boxer’s inept dispositions. Pay no mind to the orientation that had been established for the past five years with the belle’s enduring digits, even a sleek satin could still display wrinkles of daunting yore. Still, they much encouraged themself to not be a downer. There were a handful of fragments they could indulge, the exquisite decorations snuffed their artistic niche—the chandeliers did not sparkle as did the silverware and crystal—but there was little room for error on such a delicate matter. A few seconds longer than a blink. The most fleeting moments of time. Some said even the most infuriating chagrin could be mended with nectar when one stood closeby to a loved one or two and in olden cases Haerin would not have been a believer, but now in the presence of their in-laws and wife, their palm had grown tepid and they found it easier to maintain the composure—they had learned from the first that appearances were everything for these eyes—even if they could not quite make out how the guests were viewing each other, vultures, or a balmy-seated opprobrium. Their other-half, however, seemed to symphonize right in—a reminder that they had once been a grain of this imperious pit before. It was not something that Haerin necessarily envied. 

Coarse digits twined along Anka’s, and in spite of the puckish splendor, their touch was gentler—something that had increased gradually over the years, battle-marred knuckles becoming ones learning to adapt to suppleness. “And here I thought you were warming up to my near-nonexistent tits, love. Apparently according to some research that I found, eating oysters would enlarge them naturally—should we start stacking up our seafood supply?” Upon the query for their resolution, they propelled a slight chuckle, the palm which they were holding was brought up to their lips in a habitual, subtle display of affection. “Dunno. World domination? Bigger chesticles for you to grab and enjoy?” They grinned, and then with a more contented sigh, they plucked the clownery aside for a moment to allow a few seconds of cushy silence. “I’m more then content where I am—got you and the half-pints, my siblings are all in one piece, mostly. Maybe I wouldn’t mind a few more years of peace, if it that isn’t too boring.”

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where: new years celebration

when: during the party 

DESPITE BEING HEAVILY AWARE OF HOW SHE was perceived at any given moment by the people around her, Fahima actually felt quite comfortable at large events. It was a common occurrence at the Warhol Estate, where she easily fell into the role of taking care of all guests, and unlike pageants or movie sets, all of the attention wasn’t placed on her alone. In fact, there seemed to be so much going on that she could fall under the radar, pretend to be wallflower, as she observed others enjoying the event. It was unusual the duchess could attend an event where she wasn’t constantly checking if people needed refills or any other type of refreshment. Finding one of the trays of wine, she decided she would allow herself a second, and most likely last for the night, glass, not intending to bump hands with someone else who was reaching for the same one. “Oh, pardon me! Please, you can have it. You may be saving me from the embarrassing behavior after too much wine,” she joked, polite smile crossing her features. She wasn’t a big drinker, so her tolerance was pretty low. Besides, she found it risky to her appearance to get too intoxicated. “I enjoy your mask. Did one of the deadly sins play into selecting it?” 

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It wouldn’t take a genius to conclude that Haerin was, artlessly, out of their element. To consider them as far as a social recluse would be too expansile — if anything the former pugilist was just horrendously inept at social events, even blanketed in the grandiose fabrics, a nod to what their wife had fussed over merely a few hours ago in order to ensure those unkempt edges would not prod out of their attire. They are trying, nevertheless, and pondered if they emerged similarly to a cemented statue in the midst of everyone’s paths, too tall to be blending well with some of their miniature siblings, and not tall enough to bare any sort of intimidation. Their lips were concealed behind continuous sips of their beverages — posture not at all dignified and their honey brown hues seemingly couldn’t land to rest until someone spoke up to them. “Oh, it’s okay, you can go ahead. I wasn’t actually — I’m not supposed to drink alcohol so I’m not sure why I just did that.” In reality, the Australian discovered comfort in touching things that they were not supposed to, it was an ode to their olden rebellious streaks, and it was a habit that warranted them a swat to their head by their other-half. Cheeks flushed, Haerin’s awkwardness betrayed the vicious mask that they were sporting, as well as their rugged poise. “It’s a lion,” they muttered, stretching the back of their neck. And here they were, often calling themself an artist. “I suppose that represents many of those sins all at once—wrath, gluttony, dunno. Though it does look a little more wrathful, yeah?”

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date : december 18th

location : pawsitively cozy creations 

IF THERE WAS ONE THING TO KNOW ABOUT ANNAKI, it was that she would go absolutely out of her way if it meant she could just help one animal. Sure, her ability to do so didn’t have as big of an impact that the veterinarians she worked with, but she still tried. So when one of the fashion students came into the clinic to ask if they could leave some flyers for the pop-up shop that would be giving their proceeds towards the humane society, she volunteered to help before even being asked. She had a habit of doing that. Which explained why she was now standing behind a stack of wool sweaters, refolding ones that had been picked up and put back down, gleeful smile greeting anyone who approached. Annaki herself was decked out in a sweater that was purchased from the shop itself, light blue adorned with snowmen and snowflakes. When the next person approached, she wore the same inviting grin, asking, “Hi! Is there anything specific you’re looking for? There’s plenty of sweaters, mittens, scarves….animals who would love a home for the holidays.” That last one she couldn’t help but slip in there casually, eyebrows raising innocently as she did so. 

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“I think TJ would murder me if I brought in another animal.” There was a grin that almost matched Annaki’s, though, something about it always seemed a bit rueful than most, but it didn’t always mean to indicate a dour mood. The former boxer stood alongside her younger sister with her palms pressed within her own sweater — she grew up in an environment with glacial winds that seemed perpetual and so the cold had never been too bothersome for her, still, it was nice to be all bundled up, and the season also permitted her moderate leather jacket attachment to shine its light. Haerin’s gaze settled on the other, seemingly gentle — there was always a fragment of her that would never cease the desire to pursue closer bonds with the family that she had failed to connect as a child, hence why she attempted to spend time with her brothers if she could. Granted, she was not as tight-knit as her other blood siblings, but she delighted in venturing more. “I thought I’d come in to help. You seem pretty bustled up?” She adjusted her beanie, her fuschia-color had seemed to darken now. “Is there anything I can do, or am I just being a nuisance?” The simper on her lips indicated that she was mostly being impish.

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giant food store, cosmetics aisle ft. anyone  ( any connection welcome ) @anchoragestarters​

the only way fallon could ignore the insect-like quality of the glaringly bright lights buzzing above was to twirl a lock of her own hair over and over on a knuckle despite her abhorrence of the habit. standing as she was, staring at the boxes of hair dye  — she fucking swore they changed the way they were sorted again —  she did look oddly sweet engaging in the typically femme habit, unless one were to catch the scowl on her full lips. there, the darkest of the black, snatched up with the other hand. noting she wasn’t alone in the aisle, she tried her best to not periodically glance from the corner of her eye, to not feed the notion that she was imagining them… and instead found the tape at the bottom of the box compromised. finally dropping the lock of hair in favour of fiddling with the latch, the dye slid out into her hand. the serial numbers, the description of the colour was decidedly not what she would have wanted.

“what the fuck,” said at first below her breath before turning on the figure facing away. stomping forward, the bastard grasped the shoulder in a manner to catapult them around. “did you do this? you think it’s funny to switch permanent dyes around?”

At the risk of sheer embarrassment — which, to be fair, wasn’t anything uncommon — the former boxer had taken it upon herself to meander out and pluck a new dye on her own without the assistance of her spouse, gearing for a fresh one at the end of the year when she had been fuschia-haired for a long time now. There was always that main chagrin of, well, the absolute zero knowledge when she stood amongst the boxes, and those honey brown eyes pleaded for any sort of guidance. She was as bewildered and as lost as a rookie who just mounted on their first ring and she couldn’t even tell how long she had been poised there — staring, as if she were in the middle of dissecting the biggest enigma possible.  That was, of course, until she felt something lash at her. A hand, a grip, and her instinct knocked in before any of her other senses could possibly register what was going on — call it a survival inclination, knotted wires which had been bestowed after years and years of residing in dirt, needing busted knuckles to live through a day. In that moment everything seemed to whirl in an overwhelming slow-motion, where she could not appoint if she was being shoved back or if that was the end of her freedom — that no matter how much she had tried to escape she would ultimately be grasped back into that adolescent circle of hostility. 

( it’s a frightening, frightening place, her head is— it remembers and doesn’t forgive. ) 

When her chin whipped around so was her arm. It flung, elbow pressed against the intruder’s collarbone and using her other grip, she tossed them against the shelf, locking them with the elbow in place and when Haerin stared at up, there was a grueling wrath and horror at the same time— until she recognized those striking eyes. If anything, it reminded her more of the past — a different corner, a run-down apartment, bandages and bloodied jackets and falling asleep all worn-out. It took her a moment to process, before she heaved a deep breath. 

“Fal, what the fuck,” there were few more seconds, before she finally loosened her grip, her breathing ragged. “You know bloody well I don’t know shite about dyes, not enough to fuck around with ‘em. Fuck,” her accent seemed to drip more in a disheveled state, hand raking through. “You startled the hell outta’ me.”