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[nymfey]

@bloodtwin liked for a thing !

The druid stares at the bloodied tree, frozen, her breath catching in her throat.    The squirrel—tiny, innocent, a creature of no more threat than a summer breeze—had been there one moment, lively as anything, chittering about with its bushy tail twitching.    And then, in an instant, it was gone, replaced by a dark smear of blood and fur, painting the bark in a grisly mockery of life.    She blinks, once, twice, as if her mind is struggling to piece together what she’s seen.    Slowly, she drags her gaze from the bloodied bark to the person beside her.    Puck’s face . . .    it’s strange, shifting, as if he’s waging some silent war within himself.    Shame, perhaps.    He seems as surprised as she feels.

❛ Wh- . . .    why? ❜    she stammers, her voice soft, trembling slightly.    Her pale golden eyes search his face, seeking some answer, something that will make sense of the act she’s just witnessed.   ❛ Why would you do that? ❜    she asks, her words barely above a whisper, thick with confusion and sadness.

She feels the urge to step back from him, to put some space between herself and this mortal with blood on his hands and darkness in his eyes.    But she stands her ground, feeling the ache of sorrow settle over her, heavy as a shroud.    In the Feywild, everything was simpler.    Life and death, beauty and danger—these were woven together in ways she could understand, harmonized like the notes of a song.    But here, in the mortal realm, nothing fits together so neatly.    Puck is violent and strange, dangerous and kind, a storm of contradictions she cannot unravel.   

❛ Is . . .   is there something wrong inside of you, Puck? ❜    Her voice trembles again, and her gaze softens, the sharp edge of fear melting into something gentler.    She does not understand mortals—she is still learning, still struggling to comprehend their endless, beautiful, messy souls.   

[weatherw1tch]

@foremyth, kuzan.

Rosinante is miserable. He's never considered himself the type to make others miserable to suffer alongside him, but it can't be helped. His nerves are fraught wondering if Law got away and to somewhere safe. Whether he's found someone to look after his sullen ass and made friends. More importantly, whether he's cured himself. Rosinante has no doubt he can.

But it's the hypothetical of Law thinking he abandoned him that shatters what's left of Rosinante's wounded heart. Once he awoke from his anesthetic-induced stupor, Sengoku made it very clear that he could argue his place after recovering from the six bullet wounds he thought, for sure, were going to take his life. It took one instance of trying to sit up and feeling the world rushing to meet him that he agreed.

Rosinante stares at the figure at the end of his bed, posture far too casual, as if he was tasked to babysit back-from-the-brink Marines every day. His brow raises, not unkindly. "Did you pull the short straw or are you just lucky?"

[xmadeoflightningx]

who: @fairytailskies Aki

where: Road somewhere

Damien had always been good with mechanics. Most of his life his focus had been boats. There weren't many places he couldn't fit in when he was a child. The skill did him well in the Navy, kept him busy as he transitioned back to being stateside. So when he spotted anyone on the side of the road with car trouble he couldn't help but stop to assist.

Pulling up to the other car, he stepped out of the car to knock on their window. "Need a little help?"

[kingscyrus]

❛  this day feels like it's never gonna end.  ❜ for the dark verse of fantasy, if OK

 ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰.

Cyrus's mischievous smile curled along his lips as he spoke. "Oh, but my dear, the day has only just begun. And trust me, the darkness that awaits as night falls will make this day seem like a mere prelude to the horrors that await. Embrace the endless night, for it is where my power thrives." He held his hostage, a beautiful woman with alabaster skin, by cupping her chin with the tip of his thumb and pointer finger. His rough fingers felt cool to the touch, matching the region's mood. He wondered how long such beautiful skin would continue to glow before the darkness of the kingdom nullified it - weeks, months, or years? The King then raised a thick brow and asked, "You will join me for the hearings of my people... won't you?"

[redjaybird]

@adventures-written

The dust at the hole of what once was July had already long been settled. For the most part, save for the occasional wind-blown sands. What once was a great city had been completely reduced to ruins.

The part-time magician, part-time.. other, was just surveying the area a bit. Maybe find some usable scraps or something. Until he thought he heard a voice calling for someone. A kid? Did someone lose a kid out here? "Hello?" he called out. He didn't recall seeing anyone else around when he came to the ruins. "Oy!? Who's there?"

[mrzanebastias]

who: dara @dara-bythemoon

where: masquerade

Zane tugged at his suit jacket faintly, trying to distract himself from adjusting his mask. He wasn't surprised that he received more than one text reminding him to wear a suit. While there were some in his line of work that got a thrill from working a room like this, grifting their way through the room. Zane preferred the shadows, preferred variables he could predict. Still he'd play his part.

Tucking a newly acquired watch into his jacket pocket he made his way through the room toward the bar. Before he could make it though, he collided with one of the other masked party goers. Catching himself before reaching out to steady her, he offered a nod in apology. "Sorry about that, wasn't watching where i was going"

[wolfkcst]

The woman causes the wolf-kissed to pause in the raiding. It was almost as if she just appeared there. Eivor's eyebrows furrow, and raises their hand to pause the others from going forward. Something did not feel right... Is she here to warn them? What is her purpose here? ❝If we were lesser people, you would have been slaughtered among the guards, but we are not for killing innocents. Tell me now why you wish to stand there - stopping us from going further?❞ They ask, tilting their head with a confused expression. Despite their people's blood thirst, they did not let them past this woman. Just in case. sc. || @rivalsunraveled

[hidesinhisarchived]

@whatsbehindthefacade asked: ‘ i can’t believe a year went by so fast. ’ (from Roger)

a faint smile appeared at roger's words, one tinged with a bit of sadness. it felt like the year had tumbled by in a blur of images and events, slamming into them like an unstoppable force. "yeah. it's been one hell of a ride." losing mimi had been a very painful start to the new year, then they'd had that scare with collins, and it felt like things just snowballed from there. the one bright side was that mark had managed to get his documentary out, but it'd taken him far from home numerous times for festivals and meetings. he had never been so glad to be home in the drafty ass loft with roger.

"did you know that my father implied that he was almost proud of me? that's the closest thing that i've gotten from that bastard since i was in middle school." and it only took mark managing the near impossible for it to happen. go figure. "maureen and joanne are having a party tomorrow if you want to go."

[gvldntrbl]

Daphne + Iris @theartofruling

Location: Coronation Celebration Dinner & Party, Kings Hill Castle

-🌺-

There were times where, regardless of being a nymph and constantly feeling the emotions of others, that Daphne genuinely felt bad for those who either did not know and understand the intimacy that came with having a mate as well as having a mate whom, at the very least liked you, and that you liked in return. As she spoke to an enamored guest who seemed unable to concentrate on their attraction to both her and Iris, who was nestled against the earth nymph's side, Daphne knew that not everyone with a mate were as lucky as she. And the sudden, quiet sympathy that usually signaled the emotion - of her feeling bad for them going without such a thing - washed over her. She sent the guest a toothless smile, one that did not reach her eyes, as they poorly shared a joke. Wordlessly, the pads of Daphne's fingertips from where they resided as they lightly danced back and forth along the other nymph's arm stopped in their rhythm and her hand slid down to gently squeeze at the skin above Iris' elbow. Daphne was ready to go. At least, from their social interloper.

"Thank you," She muttered, gratefully once they were alone again. Finally. ...Well, as alone, as the couple could be at Sebastian's Post Coronation Celebration Dinner. "Did we get him a gift?" Daphne asked Iris after the thought crossed her mind. She led them towards the dance floor. Hopefully, at the very least, any guest with working eyes might not interrupt them then. "May I have this dance, Goddess?" Daphne asked Iris in a faux serious tone before she took the petite woman in her arms. A near quiet huff of affection left her. Perhaps it was in her very nature as a nymph but whenever Iris rest against her, a specific sensation washed over Daphne. ...It felt like home. "I'd ask you why we don't do this more often-" Daphne meant dancing, as she glanced down at Iris. "-but knowing you, you'd say that technically we've never stopped. That we just change the kind of dances that we do. How right am I?"

[xallmywolvesx]

who: caress @secondhnd

where: Ignition Kingdom

Drew nodded politely to the client as he finished checking them out and giving them the keys to their car. Another car finished, another day down. Running a hand through his hair he made his way back into the garage nodding to Caress. Though he didn't really know how to say it, the crew at Ignition Kingdom kept him together. He'd originally only applied as a mechanic cuz of the more illegal side of things but it was the team on the legal side that kept him sane. Daniel was always fun to talk to, Clary made him leave the house, and Caress made sure he ate. Her lunches were a favorite part of his day. Offering her a smile, "Up for dinner at the diner? My treat of course, i'm pretty sure I owe you for all the lunches"

[burnt-basement-bunny]

" i'm a monster. "

Burntrap laughs in the technician's face.

It's a reflex. A foolish one, at that. But having already provoked someone he possibly shouldn't, Burntrap isn't so timid as to back down of his own volition. So he presses forward instead.

"You? What have you done?"

Such a ridiculous confession made to him at least confirms that Dave knows very little about who he's really talking to. "By all means, confess. I'm reasonably certain the cameras here don't have audio."

[makeembcw]

Enjoying the perks that came with being a victor, but not a mentor, Diana had settled her daughters with their nanny for the day after breakfast and then she’d come to the Tower to watch the launch. She’d been a few minutes behind what she’d wanted and ended up stuck in the lobby to see the launch and bloodbath. The arena was anything but what she’d been expecting. It was strange and seemed to have every season, but also... a kingdom in the clouds. She wasn’t sure what to think of it. She waited it out in the lobby, ensuring the Sapphire was safe and rolling her eyes at the struggle with the girl from Ten. Stupid. But at least Sapphire was alive. 

Sure that Sapphire was okay for now, Diana shot Onyx a text to find out where he was. Confusion etched across her face when he said he was on District One’s floor - unusual, but alright. She didn’t question it though, instead heading to the elevator. The elevator doors opened and she stepped off, peering around before spotting her husband. “You’re not down smoozing the sponsors?” She questioned by way of greeting as she approached him. 

@bcdblccd​

[angelpuns]

Lil hater Leo in honor of me FINALLY getting out of bed. Idk what happened to me today but I couldn't get out bed for the longest time ;-;

Anyway just like me, Leo also managed to get out of bed. Now, I for the life of me couldn't figure out what I would want someone to say to me in this situation, so I went the silly route. Probably don't actually say this to someone, I genuinely don't know what I would have wanted someone to say if there were anyone for me to apologize too :/

Anyway here's a transcript:

Leo: I'm sorry...I was supposed to cook dinner, but I did nothing all day...

Yuichi: it's okay!

Yuichi: in the wise words of my great-great-great-grandfather...it just be like that!

Leo, thinking: idk why this is making me feel better

Leo: he did NOT say that

Yuichi: he did, I swear

Anyway I once again would not recommend actually saying this and I don't think Yuichi WOULD say this, but I couldn't think of what I would want someone to say so :/

[mrzanebastias]

who: Olivia @criminvls

where: Camden Market

Some figured that when his simple life had burned, Zane had reverted back to his old one, but really he found a new one. Before, he did heists for fun, for his crew. Now, he did them for focus. Tinkering with his little side projects, cracking new safes, and planning new heists kept his mind busy. Granted it also meant he hardly left his place, when he did he preferred crowds. There was a certain anonymity in Camden market, with so many people he could hide easily. It was rare someone would recognize him.

As he made his way through the market, his eyes caught on one face in the market and he froze. Doing a double take his body moved of its own accord stepping closer to a face he'd never thought he'd see again. He was clearly losing his mind. "Liv?"

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@flightofthestarscream

Upon first glance from the front viewing platform of the Peaceful Tyranny, Tarn already knew this was not the Cybertron he'd resided upon for many years. He could not see any immediate sign of large, functional cities, and the planet itself seemed dark, desolate, its surface devoid of grand, towering structures. He hesitated in approaching. There was little purpose in visiting a Cybertron in ruins. It could even be dangerous, depending on who inhabited the wreckage, if there were any occupants left on the planet at all.

Thus, he decided to keep the Tyranny in orbit, and set the ship to drift around Cybertron. The quantum engine required several hours to cool from a recent jump, and he had more than enough fuel to sustain himself and his vehicle for much more than that time. He watched the planet, which, by all appearance, looked completely dead. Out of curiosity, he pinged the surface with the ship's central console, and wondered if there were any Decepticon stragglers in need of transport.

::Salutations. This is Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division. All hail the Empire. Pax per tyrannidem.:: He said by way of greeting. ::Does anyone upon this world, comrades in particular, receive this message?::

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @akhilaasthana where: along the streets of the bungalows

Maybe if she just gotten home, these hornets would leave her alone - at least that was Darcy's thought process. If she could just hide away, they'd leave her be.

She managed to sneak away from them for now and if she was just quiet enough, she could make it.

She was really close, when she turned the corner and basically ran right into Akhila. "Shit, shit, sorry, are you-- are you okay? No hornets chasing you?" she asked, looking around immediately, but they were in the clear, at least for now.