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[fiorserpen]

@despairforme

a sigh leaves the faerie's lips as she hangs up her keys and jacket by the door, moving to the living room to toss her phone onto the couch. she kicks off her shoes and rubs her face after plopping down onto the couch. after a slew of unsuccessful dates, the temptation to just delete tinder off of her phone is ever-growing. is it just her? or the people that have swiped right on her profile? agatha isn't sure. she just knows they all sucked tremendously and that putting herself out there in this way has wasted her time. she probably has better luck simply bumping into someone that would actually want to date her.

agatha gets back up and grabs a peach soda from the fridge, uncapping and beginning to drink it as she gets something else to eat. from the kitchen, she hears a notification pop up on her phone from tinder. someone swiped right on her. she thinks to ignore it and delete the app together and put it out of her mind forever, but something tells her not to. agatha's gaze drifts toward her phone and she moves toward it, setting her drink and snack on the coffee table and reaches out for her phone. she moves past the lockscreen and opens the app and stares in surprise. of all the people to swipe right on her profile, she never expected to see her best friend, nnoitra. was this... is it a joke? not that she wouldn't take a date with him seriously, agatha just assumed... well, they're friends. she didn't think he'd have an interest other than platonic. she didn't even know he was on tinder, but she supposes it makes sense with the flings he has.

her finger hovers over the screen, hesitating before swiping right on his profile, opening up the chat.

> nnoitra? i didn't expect to see you swiping on my profile 😅 > not that it bothers me! of course not, i'm just surprised!! > are you really interested in a date or... i don't know, is this just a joke? > silly, if you wanted to say hi, you could've just texted or called me! 😊

[superscd]

closed starter for @goodvibesandsunglasses 🫶

It was a new week where they were both back in 'their' place since his shift at the fire, and Demi was obviously still attempting to get used to their little game of house they were keeping up with, unsure if she was out of her mind or if it was an insane turn of events that things between her and her... accidental husband, were starting to seem less accidental. There were feelings there, feelings that made it seem less like a drunk night of chaos, and more like an actual relationship. Even more so that before he had a chance to waltz back through that apartment door, she was burning the chicken parmesan that had been cooking. She couldn't focus.

Her mind was elsewhere, stuck in the daydream of her life and the new normalcy that had taken over. It was crazy how normal this all was. But reality was setting in when the sound of their smoke alarm started to beep, and her aimless stare turned into a state of panic. There was no fire, thankfully, but the chicken was burning, and the smoke from the charred copper pan was filling the space quickly. Jumping into action, Demet pulled it off the stove top and turned the oven off. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She cried out, tossing the smoking pan into the sink with a clatter before she turned on the tap and grabbed a dish towel to start fanning the alarm, hoping the smoke would disperse before it set off an entire building's fire alarm system.

[fatebinds]

starter for @illucides ( for anna !! )

"don't tell me someone else got their... you know... stuck in something?"

[idnull]

( @soulmissed lost something! | ♡ )

"i think you dropped this."

odie's been watching this kid for a few days now, tracking him down in the night time and keeping to the shadows to stay unseen, but watching nonetheless. it was only be chance that she'd seen him leave the notebook behind, and she swooped in to pick it up before anything could happen to it.

"are those your drawings in there?"

[guidingkey]

" i heard there's new lucky emblems being spotted around lately! look! " he holds his gummiphone up for kairi to see the photo that ventus had just sent over — and sure enough, there it was: a king mickey shaped trio of trees in mulan's world. he pulls the phone back to himself, staring down at the screen with an intensity that isn't usually reserved for photos. it's the kind he wears when issued a challenge that he isn't about to pass up on (never mind the fact that no one had actually issued a challenge to him). sora lifts his head and looks back at kairi with a grin. " we should go look for them too, kairi! find them first before ventus beats us to it! "

﹒⟢ ﹒starter for @corderis .

[wcrriorhearts]

It was late in the evening and Jaehaera was well aware that she should have been asleep. Her brothers had been tucked into bed with her hours ago and had not stirred since, but the girl had spent an eternity staring at the ceiling, before she gave up and sneaked back into the sitting room in the hopes of finding her mother there still. Unfortunately, the princess had also gone to bed it seemed, so Haera made do with what she had.

A book open in her lap, she alternated between lining her toys up in neat little rows and reading a few pages. She liked to do more things than just one at the same time, because it helped her focus. A warm fire crackled in the hearth and warmed her back as she sat on the rug before it, engrossed in a tale about dragons and mermaids. Haera was not a good sleeper and often spent big portions of the night like this. Her mind was too active to allow her to find rest, but she didn't mind it. Sleep was dull anyway and it was more beneficial to use the time for other things, like learning.

It felt quite ironic to the child that behind her silent facade she had a brilliant mind, yet people at court believed her to be slow witted, solely because she didn't speak. There was a difference between choosing silence and not being able to talk. Technically Haera was more than capable of it, she just didn't. Lost in her story and thoughts, she was startled by the opening of the chamber door, confused by the intrusion at such a late hour. Even more so, when it was her father who entered, given he rarely did so. Though this was a family suite and he should have inhabited it with his wife and children, he preferred his own chambers and only came for visits, though never at this hour. Or perhaps she was just usually asleep when he did.

@usurpercrown gets a starter

[rosefromdeath1]

@clawsandsnark ♥ ( DAN ) liked for a one liner starter

"My niece is a hybrid. --Not like you. But she's half human and half vampire."

[sharpsuite]

∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . / Micah with Ann ; can be reverse if you like !!!

↳ 100 NONVERBAL PROMPTS

INJURIES are not something that can be greatly afforded in the Borderlands. Everyone was bound to experience them sooner or later. But the less serious, the better. While some games might rely more on the mind than anything else, many games still had a physical component to it. INFECTIONS were possible and the consequences for weakness could be detrimental.

Ann clenches her jaw as she limps out of the game venue. GAME CLEARED. Six more days to her visa for a Spades game. Normally Ann clears games without any issues. But she is only human. A spinning blade had managed to nick her at the last second. She's just lucky it wasn't too deep or hit any major blood vessels. It HURTS and it's not a PRETTY sight to see pale skin stained crimson, but she's thankful it's nothing serious. ( Even if sweat beads her forehead and her leg wobbles trying to support her weight and balance in wedge heels at the same time. )

Kindness isn't to be expected here. Ann sinks down against a stone step just to give herself a moment to breathe. Once she gets back to The Beach she can patch this up properly and take some time to rest. She has enough days on her visa. What she doesn't expect is for someone to stop to HELP HER. Brown eyes widen for a moment in surprise but she accepts when they offer.

" Thank you. " Ann offers a polite smile - she doesn't RECOGNIZE them from the Beach or a previous game. She has to wonder if they are new here or simply have managed to never cross paths. It HURT to clean the wound but it's what needs to be done and she won't complain when someone is taking the time to help her without any reason. It's not like the other world where they might gain money from it. That's worthless here other than as fire kindling. But...

But there are things many people miss here that only The Beach has.

" I know somewhere that has electricity. I can take you there as thanks for helping me. " Ann offers after a moment while they help bandage the wound on her leg. It's not like HATTER will disagree ; the more people there are, the fast that cards can be gathered. He never turns anyone down anyways. Not even dangerous people like NIRAGI, much less someone who helped her simply because they could. / @solarisgod

[gareththegreat]

"well, well, well---...." drumstick spins around his fingers as he remains seated in front of his drumset. the garage door was open, as per usual. practice had ended about thirty minutes prior and instead of everyone hanging out to have a few beers, they all went their separate ways. grant had dinner with his grandma. jeff had something to do with his dad. eddie had some deal to do and gareth didn't feel like tagging along. "you just missed everyone," // @resplendentdare

[bonescribes-a]

@trattcria ( sc. ) //

on one hand , he has the ears , and the general wise - beyond - years demeanor . on the other hand , he just ... looks like a baby tall - man . chilchuck isn't one to assume , given how often he's also mistaken for a child , but ... he can't help but to suspect . ( and be really , really curious as to what the purpose of such a strange lie is . )

nothing to do but be blunt about it .

" you aren't really a half - foot , are you ? "

[goldenchildminmin]

|| Halil & Minho ||

Minho was certainly not unused to interviews, being a celebrity and a public figure of some kind or another for quite literally his entire life. It was simply that he was rarely asked to do one in Greywood. After all, the US market was not something he’d conquered with his work yet. But also, Greywood was a small town, so word got around fast and internet helped. It wasn’t like the entirety of Greywood was completely oblivious to sometimes homing a celebrity or two. The town even had its own local celebrities as well. 

So although Minho wasn’t a stranger to interview meetings, it was a surprise he was invited to give one in Greywood. As a meeting place, Minho picked the Pouty Bat Face Vampire Cafe, which although mostly frequented by vampires who usually had a special liking for faerie blood, was also his younger sibling’s workplace and therefore had lately seen more of Minho than it usually would. It was a good chance to hit two birds with one stone and drop off a homemade lunch box to Oreo to munch on on their break. 

That priority done, Minho assumed a seat where he’d be waiting for his interviewer to arrive so they could get this started, ordering a cup of a regular chai tea latte for himself. As he sat, he fiddled with his outfit and appearance, which was already impeccable and very latest fashion.

@halsoyer

[mrstevebuckley]

Submitting my college application tomorrow wish me luck 💙

[fragmentm]

@hourmoon // starter call

"Lancelot." The king started, his eyes slightly narrowing. The knight before him was not blameless for what had happened in Camelot, this much he knew. Even if Lancelot had not been the one who had brought an end to it all, he had been aiding the forces behind. Thinking back, the signs were there, but still he wished to hear directly from the knight before him, why it was that he had betrayed him, had betrayed Camelot and humanity.

"Despite being a sworn knight, you betrayed your king, the knights at your side, and went against my orders. Explain to me, what is it that brought you to do so?" There was no blame in his voice, simply mere curiosity. After all, there was nothing that could be done of it anymore. Nor was this man a knight who answered to him any longer. He could see that Lancelot had sworn his services to another.

[glnkgoleaves]

@eiikyuu

He may have been met with a stare of skepticism, but it's better then straight suspicion ; his usually unusual clothes are better camouflage for this world, and so he waits and wades through the uncertainty with more ease. Ginko's gaze is set on her and his voice is kept at an attentive tone :

" So you say you can sense and see things that others can't?

That's makes us have something in common. "

[wcrriorhearts]

she knows that at first there is always confusion. it comes when the pain disappears and a formerly shattered body is whole once again. after that, realization settles in and it is the worst feeling of all, because barely anyone arrives here at their own free will. most people, just like herself, have been ripped from life before their time and were still dreaming of things that will never come to pass.

when the boy emerges from the mist, she can see the emotions displayed on his features. his body, torn apart and scattered before, is whole once again, but it still breaks aemma's heart to see him. she watched him grow, witnessed him say his first words, take his first steps and fly his dragon for the first time. so many firsts, now this was his last stand. somewhere out there, his mother is waiting for him to come home. aemma cannot even bring herself to think of her sweet girl, who has to endure so much. only days prior, she came to collect the little girl that left them too early. she easily nestled into aemma's arms and loved to be carried away. she has a feeling that lucerys will not be as pleased.

"hello, sweet boy", she greets him gently, extending a hand to him, unsure whether he will take it or not. "do not be afraid. you are safe now with me. nothing can hurt you here." a smile flickers across her features, that are so similar to his mother's. even though luke takes after his father in looks, he has his mother's brave heart. "i am aemma. i have come to take you with me." there is no need to explain to him immediately who she is, or where they are going. he will come with her, one way or another, for there is nothing to return to. even if she wanted to, aemma would not be able to send him back.

@lcerys liked for ghosty granny aemma

[lovekindled]

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick drunk. andrew + kevin

he'd grown accustomed to andrew's presence by his side, such a common fixture over the last year that it was becoming increasingly difficult to conceive what their deal meant now that a new one had taken place. riko's death was supposed to mean freedom, a weight lifted off his shoulders, though kevin was so used to the lack of air that he still found it hard to breathe. with an entire bottle of vodka serving as a means of succor, the only thing he wants is to drown every single concern and focus on what actually mattered. they might've won now, but a new season was approaching and they still were a weak team. the ravens might be fractured, that didn't mean the foxes weren't either. it becomes undoubtedly clear that none of that is happening tonight, as he stumbles into his room and almost trips with a discarder pair of shoes. “ fuck. andrew, you don't — i'm fine. ” if kevin slurs his words a little bit, he's none the wiser. the same gaze that used to feel comforting and protective now only makes him feel strained, out of sorts. they'd all seen him drunk before, but this felt worse somehow, knowing how all of his teammates were celebrating the raven's defeat and riko's death while he tried to process the changes without making it seem like he cared. he didn't. “ just go back. i'll stay here. there's no need for you to look after me anymore. ” if it nearly sounds bitter, kevin would deny it. he was finally free, except dealing with emancipation had never come easily for him.

⁽  ⠀  ♡  ⠀  ⁾ ⠀  actions speak louder than words   ,   not accepting.