#& — in character.

[eloquentgod]

"...There sure is a lot of exploding happening right now."

[lunarsprincess]

Setting Prompt 007 @stories-from-the-warp

SETTING PROMPT 007: the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time.

❝ Through me... Is the way to the city of woe. Through me... Is the way to sorrow eternal. Through me is the way to the lost below. Abandon... ❞

The Princess' hands are smeared in dirt, gravel stuck between each finger and in the folds of her red palm. It had taken the better part of five minutes to clear the cellar hatch well enough to read, and another five before that to pull the corpses off it. Her tongue moves in guttural clicks and pops, faithfully repeating the inscription in its original dialect: the extinct language of an extinct people, the first colonists of Bela Tegeuse.

It left a bitter taste. She corrects it with a candy. And another. And perhaps one more. Switching to her cleaner hand, she sulkily licks off the sugar as she continues reading.

Even now, when she could no longer remember what age they built this temple before she consigned them both to the fire, the disappointment of having her own creation used for the compliments of Slaanesh lingered —— now, it festered into anger. How could it not? Yet another crop of obscene idiots had sung princely praises in her words, had writhed in that creature's name, and yet again, it had been her chore to send them to their master.

So lost is she in her poetry, she does not notice @stories-from-the-warp is stood behind her until her eyes fall to the last sentence, a candelit shadow upon the floor overlapping her own crouched one. The shock is palpable; she blushes, refusing to turn her head out of sheer shyness, and stretches out her bag of candy.

❝ Ah! My apologies! If I had known I had an audience, I would have read it in Low Gothic... Please, help yourself to a treat... Ahh, how rude of me... ❞

[warspun]

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“useless piece of shit.” dean mutters letting the damn thing fall to the dirty motel floor over the door of the mini fridge.  he’s bare-foot, sitting with his head resting against the cabinet,  long passed caring about the suspicious looking stains on the ratty carpet because it’s just too hot   ⸻  too hot to wear much of anything for that matter.  the only he’s left in are his boxer briefs and even they’re soaked with sweat.

risking a glance to @peacespun who is faring just about the same as him:  fucking miserable.  of course the one place they decide to stop at has air conditioning that’s busted.  would’ve been a nice warning before they’d actually paid for the room. “hey,” dean clears his throat,  watching a bead of sweat roll down the back of his foot.

“I think they’re selling bags of ice next door at that gas station.”

[thethirdlotusprince]

Sir, respectfully, you sound like you got hit by a bus

Im not neaf sny steests

No bus cam hit me

[bledgrace]

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“useless piece of shit.” dean mutters letting the damn thing fall to the dirty motel floor over the door of the mini fridge.  he’s bare-foot, sitting with his head resting against the cabinet,  long passed caring about the suspicious looking stains on the ratty carpet because it’s just too hot   ⸻  too hot to wear much of anything for that matter.  the only he’s left in are his boxer briefs and even they’re soaked with sweat.

risking a glance to @blednone who is faring just about the same as him:  fucking miserable.  of course the one place they decide to stop at has air conditioning that’s busted.  would’ve been a nice warning before they’d actually paid for the room. “hey,” dean clears his throat,  watching a bead of sweat roll down the back of his foot.

“I think they’re selling bags of ice next door at that gas station.”

[witchkillr]

IT TOOK YEARS OF STUDY TO GET HERE. agatha couldn't say how many - time is a strange, liquid thing, a concoction of mortals' to judge the lines of their existence by, a lens through which to sort the vastness of the multiverse into categories. as she has studied and learned and understood, she has come to the realisation that nothing is so simple. the flow of it slips through her charred fingers like water, and she lets it go.

distance is useful, even as she is in the throes of her plan to correct it.

here, incidentally, is the following place: a small suburban town, somewhere in the northeastern united states. a universe that is not her own, but is similar enough. a home that is also a prison. [ this is not something that has happened to her yet, or possibly ever will. she looks at herself, brought so low, made so small, and the dark thing sharing space in her chest roars. she is angry, too. she would be no matter the circumstance. ]

" what happened to you, my dear? " there is something of the roar in her inflection, a low, growling danger - blackened claws trace the line of her other self's jaw, already charting vengeance. that is to say: who do we need to kill?

plotted starter / @wcrpbubble.

[impinged]

@cityburns

You stand on the beach. On the sand. Near the water. You do not know if you like it here. But something in you aches, watching the ships on the water. Seeing them disappear, going beyond the horizon. You do not know why you feel this way. Not fully. Not... enough. Hm.

You think about what may be past the horizon. Your head hurts. You stop thinking about it, and cast your gaze downward. Digging the little heels of your boots into the sand, you wonder if it might be better to be buried here. Not that you'll die. Hm... There's just something here you're drawn to. You cannot remember what it is, if it's even quantifiable.

It's fine. It doesn't bother you. You crouch down, and mold the dampened sand into some kind of notable mound. There's a word for this. You don't remember it. Figures.

[scrletrot]

𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋, 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐂𝐎𝐌. it was easy for her to drive through town undetected, everyone tucked into their houses like when she had control over them. ( if it had been day time, wanda assumes she would've been run out of a town like a witch hunt. this was better, safer, & she had no intent in disturbing their lives, hurting them, anymore. just one ... one she needed, the only one left in her spell. ) a cruel denial of bodily autonomy, of identity. to be trapped in her own mind where she'd reside until wanda needed her or felt like releasing her---not her proudest moment yet perhaps they could be considered even now ? as easy as it was to drive into town, it was easier to unlock the police departments front door with a single movement of red, magic twined fingers. hand grasps the door of agatha agnes's office, eyes settling on her after so long with a ball in her stomach. expecting the suspision, the startle, wanda raises a hand & speaks: ❛ everything's okay, agnes. ❜ she'd have no choice but to believe her, ❛ i'm not here to hurt you. sit. ❜

﹙ ✦ @tempusde liked for a starter ! ﹚

[greenmther]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄, to act less than her age. mature by her fathers idea, but she didn't often feel so on the inside. not when she was with rhaenyra, the closest person to her . . her best friend . . the young woman whom she had known for as long as she could remember & whom had some special part of her heart. ( today, the pair had taken a day for themselves . . . no council meetings, no visits to syrax, not other pressing matters. just them spending the afternoon together on the beach this time just outside of the keep. ) alicent with hands gathering light blue skirts between fingers allowing waves to crash against her feet. the damp, salty air has made the fringe of her hair wet & salt tastes in her mouth every time she breaths inward. the moment had been peaceful until alicent gasps at cold sea water being flicked against her face--head turns, smile pressing to lips while shouting, ❛ rhaenyra ! that's cold ! ❜

【 ✧ @perzonye liked for a starter ! 】

[eloquentgod]

In the silent clearing stands a tall figure, facing the horizon beyond. Her faraway look obscured by tinted shades and a wide brimmed hat. Still human, remaining on the spire.

// ,,,hi i guess this is happening now. a King rp blog, from Great God Grove. Semi-serious maybe?? id just be saying things here. will tag spoilers as well, given that King herself is a spoilery character anyway

[islandiis]

[ he's reappearing after. a very long time. with his arms full of an ungodly amount of vegetables. ] [ he's looking very sheepish. ]

...hello. [ please take some cabbages from him. please. ]

[thethirdlotusprince]

It's happened twice now. I've been told that what I am currently and have experienced isn't... right.

I am currently 'grounded.' I'm not being made to work during this time, which is relaxing. I'm even being fed this time, three meals a day. I haven't been given a task to complete so I can be forgiven, though I do wish to write a letter to the person I lunged at.

Yet even though I've told them this, they are saying I've been... tortured. Which I can't understand.

[cauldronqveen]

❛  your vote of confidence is overwhelming.  ❜ — from @slaycults

"is it?" tasha tilts her head, choosing to ignore any sarcasm in the words.

as she watches him practice with the training dummy. the animated mannequin was her attempt at testing the demigod - and entertaining herself. "try not to be distracted by it, then." she remarked, with amusement.

she studies them a few moments more, before flicking her wrist to animate a second one of the training mannequins, directing it towards the fighter with a casual ease. "if you're finding this too easy, perhaps i should find something larger for you to practice against, shirahama."

[hopedflight]

"—there's a spicy book club?"

congratulations! you have awoken the hoarder of romance books.

"...can i join?"

[impinged]

You're pouting. You are not a wizard!! This isn't a costume!!!!!! Who said 'wizards' owned the style choice of a nice pointy hat anyway?! Sure you can, technically, 'cast magic' but that's beside the point!!! If you're anything, you're your party's rogue!!!!!