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[whimmortal]

Hey townsfolk! Are you a vampire? Hmu Looking for hot Single woman looking for her immortal mate

Any hot tips on occult niche bookshops in town? Need some freaky books for my project. Do you have freaky books and do you want to share them with me? Even better. PDFs are also welcome. Movies, even better. Hit a girl up.

[tkgwryu]

28 de marzo, 20:00 horas. salón de los espejos.

ryuji observa su reflejo fragmentado en los espejos ornamentados, las luces de las lámparas creando destellos dorados sobre su figura masculina. con un leve giro de cabeza, dirige su atención a quien se acerca. ‘ curioso lugar para buscar compañía... ’ comenta con calma, deslizando los dedos sobre el borde de una copa aún sin probar. ‘ o tal vez es el mejor sitio para evitarla. ’ su tono es neutro, pero la insinuación está ahí— una invitación velada a la conversación, o a quizás compartir el silencio.

[bountyhaunter]

I am being so serious right now. If I see anyone on halloween with the same costume as me, you will know my wrath.

[hotarvs]

29 DE MARZO, 01:10PM. EXPOSICIÓN DE ARTE Y RELIQUIAS DEL PACTO.

"Disculpe," con un acento un tanto marcado y más vergüenza de a que le gustaría admitir, Hotaru siente que su mera introducción ha roto con el silencio de toda la sala. Ni siquiera se atreve a mirar de nuevo a la persona que tiene al lado, ¿y si había roto un protocolo y no se había dado cuenta? ¡que los dioses la salvaran! "¿Sabe qué significa esa palabra en la inscripción de la esquina?" Según ella, no parecía una palabra salida del idioma de Canterbury. ¿A lo mejor era un nombre propio? Tampoco terminaba de entender toda la descripción de la pieza. Pero qué iba a saber.

[brittvs]

29 DE MARZO, 09:17 PM. FUEGO DE ASTERI.

"Parece que al Sultán se le olvidó un deseo." Al pie de sus stilettos negros y sostenido por la mera punta, un pequeño papel doblado a la mitad parece querer escaparse con las corrientes de viento. Aunque la curiosidad por abrirlo está latente en su interior, Britta sólo le da una corta mirada antes de volver a dirigirse hacia el contrarie. "¿Será de mala suerte abrirlo antes de lanzarlo de nuevo a la fogata?" No está entre sus planes dejarlo correr por todo el sitio.

[slivertm]

OPEN ; for @ofcourtfablesarchive.

she'd chosen to wear the new necklace, gifted by her dear sister, wanting to show it off. dark sapphires float delicately like stars above the white fur trim lining the edges of crushed indigo velvet. she shivers delicately in the cool winter air, which perhaps, could have been rectified with a different cut of dress — the fabric hanging off her shoulders, keeping the necklace framed between her exposed collarbones.

"my, what a treat! it is so lovely to run into you!" she chimes. gloved hands reach forward to shake, or embrace, or press a kiss against their cheek, whichever she recalled was their preference. drinking in their appearance, her head tilts as she considers them — "you've changed something! has your hair grown out?"

helene was relatively detached from the ongoings within court, but loved to keep up with the gossip more than anything, more interested in the love triangles afoot. she might call it curiosity, another might swat her away with words of being nosy.

[finalmere]

Is anyone joining the summer volleyball tournament and happen to need another player for their team? I promise I'm not terrible.

[torresxpatrick]

open! (4/4) closed location: rose's gym, early morning.

There was one requirement that Patrick made very clear when he was purchasing the building for Rose’s - south and east facing windows were a must. Now, a couple years into this, he stood completely still, his heaving breaths, lungs exhausted from a high-intensity session, and the rushing beat of his heart was all he could hear. Not that there was much else to hear; Patrick was alone in his gym. The sun, despite illuminating every dust bunny flying around and reminding him to purchase the air purifier that has been sitting in his amazon cart for the past 2 weeks, shone bright on his legs and warmed his hands, wrapped in tape and yet still drenched in sweat. He stepped forward, shut his eyes, let the light travel up his body to burn red on his closed lids. It’s only been a year since Rose’s became open to the public but there were a few months of silence, a few months where he was still working on the restorations, or purchasing equipment, or whatever other pre-opening tasks seemed to take forever and in those months, as shock to himself, Patrick found the beauty in working out in silence. To be completely in tune with your body, the only focus you have is the bag in front of you and the only drive you have is to hit. There was a different high that followed a workout like that, leaving Patrick with a sense of contentment that he never thought possible (and that’s coming from someone who has done a lot of drugs and felt many ‘senses of contentment’). He was lost in it this morning, he wouldn’t even be able to tell you how long he stood there, letting the sun burn through the windows and drench his body in a blanket of warmth. It wasn’t until the main doors shook, followed by a quick knock from outside, that Patrick jumped, all of sudden remembering that he forgot to unlock the doors. He quickly moved to open them, apologizing profusely and wondering to himself how many other people may have tried knocking or shaking the doors, only to be drowned out by the sound of his fists connecting with the hanging bag. Patrick was so flustered by his mistake that he immediately bounced into his welcome speech without even looking up to see who he was speaking to, ���Hey, welcome to Rose’s. You can check in at the desk or we have day passes available, and a couple classes this afternoon if that interests you.” Finally, as he rounded the desk and clicked his computer awake, Patrick looked up and flashed a small, friendly smile. “I can also turn on the house music to whatever you want, no one else here so if you’ve ever thought about a career in DJ’ing…” He trailed off with a small laugh.

[emmettons]

📍SNACKS WONDERLAND: "50 dólares a que no eres el lobo." Ni tiene el dinero, ni la esperanza a que alguna de las ocho personas con el rol secreto suelte la sopa, pero hey, cuán divertido se le hace romper el hielo con una tontería como esa. En cambio, da un trago largo a su lata de redbull, mientras espera la respuesta ajena.

[robinssth]

ala médica // Era una tontera, un tobillo doblado y ya, pero este no le dejaba caminar sin una molesta renguera. Y por eso ahí estaba, sentada en una camilla. Desde hacía ya... demasiado. Soltó un suspiro exasperado— ¿Crees que los enfermeros se olvidaron de mí, o que se están riendo en otra habitación? —preguntó al aire, sólo por el hecho de que oyó movimiento a su alrededor. Buscó localizar al sonido con la mirada—. ¿Vienes de Safe Haven...? —algo que había pronunciado demasiadas veces ese mes, pero que aún no obtenía respuesta satisfactoria, y por eso su tono sonaba tan cansado al hacerlo.

[ohwynne]

I'm sorry for many things ever going on here and implying the earth was flat. I've learned now that this is not true. I've seen it.

[whimmortal]

I really gotta know the town consensus. Other answers allowed, if they're interesting. Give me your strongest arguments.

[davinyu]

elemento plateado brillaba sobre el camino llamando su atención, dije en forma de corazón que apenas lo sostuvo entre sus manos pudo abrirlo en un intento de localizar a su portador. 'si el amor fuera delito, tu y yo estaríamos cumpliendo cadena perpetua' leyó casi asqueada por aquella cursilería sin poder creer la fotografía que sus ojos veían. 'no me digas que esto es tuyo' concluyó en voz alta dirigiéndose a quien tenía unos pasos más adelante.

[bountyhaunter]

Why would anyone ever build anything with sand? Sand's fucking annoying. It's also horrible for building shit.

[dosukja]

📌 DORMITORIOS — ENTRADA DEL EDIFICIO LAMMAS. 11:03PM.

“Que sí, que estoy bien, mamá... sólo hay mucho polen estos días— sí. Yo a ti. Adiós.” Miente, es obvio para cualquiera que pueda verla sentada en las escaleras de entrada, con la cara hinchada y el ceño fruncido. A sus pies, se encuentran lo que parecen ser cajas de mudanza, mientras que con el pañuelo que sostiene entre sus manos, limpia unas cuantas lágrimas sobre su rostro. No es hasta que siente una presencia cerca suyo que levanta el rostro, esbozando una sonrisita que falla en ocultar que, bueno, algo ha de pasarle. “Me golpee fuerte en la rodilla y no puedo seguir llevándolas,” las cajas, se refiere, con palabras que salen más como una torpe advertencia que como cualquier otra cosa.