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[danderlion13]

@glitter-lisp thank u and ilu and I love Jolly too

(Her party member: Suivnaech of Auspice)

[marshmellowtea]

celia hates basically all of chris's friends by virtue of them Being Chris's Friends (it personally offends her that there are people who love him better than she ever could in his life), but she has a special distaste for sandra, who she not only dislikes for being a dirty whore promiscuous, but she's also openly accused her of trying to steal chris from her, an accusation that held no weight when it was first leveled at her cuz sandra hadn't thought she cared about chris like that but it slowly became a self fulfilling prophecy as she spent more time with him and his parents and decided "yeah, actually, i am going to steal your son from you and your creep husband you piece of shit, fuck you celia fuck you fuck youfuck you"

[puppppppppy]

XIN YA MOMENT

[reduxable]

Posting these before i forgetttt

[blindspct]

closed starter for @mccntower ft. gretchen & utp!!

gretchen hadn't seen the other in years. they grew up together, always being that other person she could lean on whenever her brother wasn't around and she often thought about him and wondered how he was doing nowadays but she was always worried it would be a little weird since the two hadn't spoke in so long. regardless of that, she was looking forward to seeing him again in the midst of all the wedding planning. a smile appeared on her face when she noticed him walk in for the rehearsal dinner, "hey," she spoke, tucking some of her brunette hair behind her ear. "long time, no see right? how have you been?"

[guidingkey]

"wait, what?" sora stopped dead in his tracks, his hands falling from where they'd been cupping the back of his head. the look he gives ariel is incredulous --- disbelieving, even. if his jaw dropped any more, it'd be on the ground. but could you blame him?! ariel had just dropped a bomb of truth on him like it was nothing! how was he supposed to react when ariel just told him --- "herc's your cousin?!"

﹒⟢ ﹒starter for @seachant .

[klayfruit]

HI!!! i got a physical copy of goblet grotto + the manual + other stuff!!! i was going to post it to my fansite but the files ended up being too large, so now im just posting it here and then will link this post in the site. theres like 30 images so ill post the rest in the reblogs. okay here i go

WOULD LIKE TO MENTION: this does NOT contain the plastic helicopter or other parts that come with the official grotto cd-rom, as this is the cracked bootleg version. thecatamites has allowed the illegal bootlef version to be uploaded though so dont worry!

[devilsuit]

continued

THERE WAS NO DENYING THIS NOW, AND THERE WAS NEVER GOING TO BE A LATER BECAUSE THERE WAS NEVER A START, THIS WAS A LOOP. She was still fighting with herself over it, was she not ? If it was genuinely the right decision, given so many during our lives that we can choose to act on and others to slip away. Having as much of a choice to take their LIVES as she had take their VOICE or their power. The idea that she could have taken over may lay in the dust, never picked up and never thought about, rather it would have worked was up to chance.

❝ Forget it ? No, not that. ❞

Leaning back in the leather chair, hands stay clasped in his lap. What he thinks about her REVENGE KILLING stayed within him, ever neutral. HAVE YOU FORGIVEN YOURSELF ? It does not look like it.

❝ Did you enjoy killing them and taking your life back into your own hands ? Do you still think about the other members ? ❞

@g0dwill

[saulweissberg]

availability / @cassiewestwood setting / la galleria; tuesday, july 16th, around seven pm.

was he having a stroke? truly, was there something wrong with him now that he was over the age of fifty? being ambushed by terry a few weeks ago had been startling, knowing that they had moved to blue harbor and lived within ten miles of him for the first time in twenty-five years, and he had many run-ins with thalia since their divorce two years ago, but he figured the universe had meted out enough punishment for his transgressions. having his second wife—the only ex-wife left in new york—walk into la galleria that night made him feel like his sanity had finally snapped. either he was having some sort of breakdown, or cassandra had a midwestern doppelgänger, albeit with darker hair. like when terry first arrived, the idea of that doppelgänger had been ludicrous, but was it any more ludicrous than his second wife appearing in blue harbor randomly? at least terry had the excuse of micah, and blue harbor was thalia’s hometown. there was absolutely no reason why cassie would be in town. none that saul could think of, at least. g-d, he hoped she wasn't moving to illinois, too.

getting up from his table, he crossed the restaurant in an effort to catch up before she could sit down elsewhere. “ginger!” saul called out the nickname he used to call her—if it was truly cassie, she’d respond to it—and his voice was tinged with affection, but there was clear confusion in his eyes. approaching her and the hostess leading her to a different section of the restaurant, he smiled politely at the young worker before turning his attention back to his ex-wife. “though i see you’re not so ginger anymore.” his hand reached out to brush a strand of hair off her shoulder, the locks no longer the deep auburn she had when they first met. “what’re you doing here?” he asked, struck by how often he was saying that exact phrase this year. who else was going to show up in blue harbor, he wondered. was his third grade teacher waiting in the wings to surprise him, or maybe his freshman year boyfriend? “i mean, not that i’m not happy to see you… but where’s vaughn? and your kids?”

[beauclary]

who @ivyemerscn where beau + ziggy's loft when sometime after the bat debacle

❝ look, i know it ain't sippin' cocktails on the porch, ❞ beau says as he lifts his gaze from the fresh mint he's muddling between two glasses to meet the eyes of his cousin, sat across the marble-top island from him. ❝ but that don't mean i ain't about to hound ya for gossip like all them little old ladies back home. ❞ the look he fixes her with is both inquisitive and also somehow knowing in equal part ; he's already got an idea of the answers to his questions, but he wants to hear them from the source. he reaches for the bottle of liquor on the counter and uncorks the cap with practiced ease. ❝ and don't for a second get to thinkin' i won't wait for this rum to loosen your lips before i start askin' the real heavy hitters. ❞

so they weren't close. not really, anyway, and not for a lack of trying on his end either. but that's not true either, is it? to call them distant would be a disservice to the actual depth of their bond. she cares, he knows this, but they're such vastly different people. if beau was an old library book, pages open and dog-eared and waiting to be passed around for anyone to read, ivy was an audobon, striking and intriguing. full of depth, but sealed under lock and key. something to be admired, but never truly known. as of yet, beau has not let this deter him. and twenty-eight years in, it doesn't look like he ever truly intends to.

he finishes the mojitos with a sprinkle of true lime powder, the best he can do in the absence of fresh citrus, and slides one of the glasses across the counter toward ivy before leaning against it and propping his head up against one hand. ❝ so what's goin' on between you and mr. w, ive? and don't go playin' coy, neither. ❞

[lcngdays-arc]

@bloodbared // plotted

Temperance wasn't sure what it was about him.

Richter had never made much of an impression on them before. But they'd sailed through high school without a care in the world. They hardly noticed anything or anyone. He'd probably been there, and they just hadn't been paying attention, and then they'd left town.

Unfortunate circumstances led them back home, but that didn't mean they were going to give up on the Youtube grind. It was what was paying off their student loans, of course, so there wasn't much choice either way. They were back and looking for new leads on anything paranormal and they found him.

Temp had sat through the interview easily. Asked all the right questions at all the right times. Responded appropriately. Laughed when they were meant to, all the great things an interviewer did, they did. Things had a tendency to come easy to them, after all. But they were more than just enjoying the interview, they were enraptured by it. By him.

Maybe it was wrong, or weird to be so attracted to a man telling them about all the spilled guts he'd seen but they couldn't help themself. There was just something about him. Maybe it was their similar interests? Maybe it was having someone so engaged in what they were doing and saying? They didn't know. By the time the interview was over, Temperance was practically squirming in their seat.

They smile at Richter, glancing back at their camera set up. They stand and move to turn it off. Normally they'd leave it on to catch some post production, maybe some b-roll, anything like that. But not tonight. Tonight, they were going to shoot their shot. And who knew? Maybe luck would be on their side.

"listen." Their voice is casual. "i'm not normally so bold..."

Not on things like this, anyway. They'd only ever had one partner sexually and that had been one of the most awkward and uncomfortable experiences of their life.

"but like... i think you're really hot. and that was an amazing interview. and as much as i'd love to get to work on post-production... maybe." They stroll over to him, lightly lay a hand on his shoulder. "maybe we could spend a little more time together tonight?"

[l-tora-l-archived]

Hello (again :6) !!!

[lovelornings]

@theircurse said: " Just say it. I should have listened to you from the beginning. " ( Yumi )

* A FABLE OF GODS: ARIA OF THE ACCURSED (NOVEL) PART ONE.

❥- She should have known better. She should have know better

The thought kept repeating itself over and over again in her mind like a broken record. Damning herself, cursing her own stupidity for having let a lesson she learned long ago not stop her.

She shouldn't be talking to anyone without mother's instructions. She couldn't have friends outside of what Ai approved of, and even then, only interact in the way her mother saw fit. At school, she may have had a bit more liberty with that - but not at home. Not even in her own front yard.

Kitahachi's death should have taught her that. Served as a constant reminder of what she'd told Yumeno yesterday:

I don't think we should be friends. It'll be dangerous if mother finds out.

They'd seen her idly messing about with a bag of marbles on the driveway in passing, Yumi attempting to pass the time as she waited for Ai to come home later that day. Even if she'd rather be studying, Father didn't want her in the house. He liked to put distance between them any chance he could get.

They'd just wanted to play with her. Although Yumi hesitated at first, she'd been convinced by idea of only playing one round of bullseye. Told herself it'd be over quickly, since she more than likely held an unfair advantage with the amount of hours she'd be at it already. They shouldn't be in any danger of mother coming home and catching them.

But something expected had happened: she'd started having fun. The presence of another person had her smiling genuinely for the first time in what felt like years, and she'd fallen into the endless cycle of 'one more time!' more times than she could count: as if time would somehow stand still forever.But of course, it didn't. She lost track of it completely.

Mother had seen them. Although she barely commented on it as they arrived at the house, Yumi knew there was going to be hell to pay for the both of them.

Her punishment had started yesterday. Ai might have shown her mercy before by only giving her a slice across her face, but she wasn't happy about having to teach this lesson a second time.

"No, no - it's my fault. I should have insisted." Her arm still stings, the wound running down the length of its entire side. She'd had to stich the cut up herself, just like last time. "I'm...I'm so sorry. I was being selfish. I wanted to play with you too."

Chances are, she was about to go through so much worse tomorrow when mother found out she'd forced herself into the basement. But she didn't care about that right now. Her fear of Ai couldn't override her guilt, nor her desperation to see them again.

"...Did she electrocute you too?"

[fleshcarverfugitive]

closed starter for: @charlatanry ✪

A brief respite after defeating the leadership of the Goblin Camp was certainly in order, bringing the tadpoled adventurers back to their camp. Amalica took a place just outside of her tent, carefully washing the blood from her newly acquired Spidersilk Armor, trying to swallow the fact that now a daughter of the Baenre was one of her enemies.

It was almost like she was back home again. Lovely.

A glance up to the vampire next door, flipping through the pages of... something. She couldn't make out the title from where she was.

"You fight well, Astarion," She noted, though, hoping to catch his attention, "I didn't have much trust in the aristocracy of surface's ability to defend itself, but it seems you don't mind a little blood on your fancy shirt."

A glance up and down, "Surely, with that type of skill, you'd be more than a magistrate at this point, no?"

[herostoried]

Mirai knows he's dying.

An anxious nausea has captured his senses, even stronger than the pain that seems to have consumed him, taking over every part of his consciousness slowly. He knows it's only natural to be afraid, of course - the human instinct to live and survive is a powerful thing, and no man is capable of shutting off the emotions that come when it seems like the end is near.

But still... he wishes they would go away all the same. He's done his best, and if these are to be his last moments, if he really has no hope of changing this - he'd at least like to feel hopeful in his final hour. After all, heroes are people who should smile until the end... even if he could never reach up to All Might in that regard, and if he maybe struggled with that more than some others, it's still always been an ideal that Mirai has valued highly.

What's life worth without humor? Still... it must be because he's alone, with no-one by his side... but all Mirai can think of are his many regrets. It stings, and he knows that those lingering thoughts won't change a thing... it's best not to dwell on them at all, so he turns his thoughts to the people he loves, instead. Mirio will make a fine hero... although Mirai wishes he could've seen All Might one last time, at the end...

Suddenly, though- just as he's thinking that, Mirai senses the presence of another. He can't make out who it is, and he's not foolish enough to think that his prayers have been answered - but nonetheless, he turns his head to them slowly, trying to make out a shape he recognizes anyway.

"Who's... there...?" His voice is weak and raspy, but he still manages to speak. But, the figure that he sees emerging before his eyes... could that be...?

@vsagis ( starter! )

[ohkrateia]

starter for @scaffoldheld !

the rain outside hasn't relented in the slightest, bringing a bite to the air that makes des grateful for the thick of her jacket. it's as old as she is — a token of her father's youth that has long since faded — and she wears it akin to a shield as she slips her way deeper into the bar.

settling into the nearest stool, des leans her elbows onto the thick wood of the counter. flagging down a bartender and ordering a drink she naively hopes will warm the flush of cold burrowed deep in her heart, she chances a look to her side. a man, somewhat older than her and likely as exhausted, and with her anxiety over the storm quickly sinking in, des figures a conversation might do her some good.

" i'm desdemona. well, des ," she tries, looking over at him. " do you come here often? " her wince is audible, and she busies her cold hands by combing them through her hair, shaking out her soaked ends. " what i meant to say was: did you stop here to get out of the storm, too? "