#— in character.

[impinged]

Your heart aches indescribably at the state that Bonnie's in. Despite the maelstrom of emotions you've felt, this is the proper reaction. At least, it would feel wrong to feel any other way. You're mortified at the thought alone, to be so unshaken by a child that's going through so much.

Bonnie could very well wrest your heart from your chest if they wanted to with what they say next.

Their pleading leaves you dumbfounded. Suddenly you are oceans away, adrift in a sea of revelations you dared not ever expect. You were missed. You were missed!!! Bonnie missed you!!!!!! WHAT?!?!

You didn't think yourself capable of being missed. You didn't think you mattered that much. To the other saviors. To anyone. When you were still in Dormont, you long realized that, despite your quiet protest... everyone was ready to move on. Except you. But... Bonnie missed you. Misses everyone, that you understand, but you...?

Oh. Oh...!

There's a breath of a laugh you can't quite suppress. Not at them, no, but the relief that washes over you. They miss everyone, including you. You feel impossibly, incomprehensibly warm at the thought. Of course, you missed them in turn. You were here before them, for awhile. At least you're pretty sure you were. You missed everyone too. But, again, you're halted by some infuriatingly stubborn part of you that refuses to vocalize it properly.

You let it go. You still have to comfort them in the ways you know can. If they've even gone as far to miss your puns... well, maybe not the best of times for a joke, but how could you refuse?

You smile, earnestly and easily, at Bonnie sat beside you. You are going to do all that you can to stay by their side in the others' stead. Maybe you won't do the best job, you're definitely not going to be perfect at it. But you will try.

"I'm not going anywhere. According to you, I haven't met the right cry-tear-ia to." You can't help the way your lips upturn, but you try to remain composed enough to show, despite the joke, you do at least mean the sentiment of it.

"The city... isn't all bad." You're used to traveling around most everywhere, so unfamiliar locations don't bother you, and you take to them with relative ease. "I know it's not home, it won't ever be, I know that too. But we can do things that make it feel close, right? We can have a sleepover, like we always would. It'd... just be me, but it would still be nice... right?"

Ah, even with so much assurance, you can't help but doubt if your presence would really do much of anything for them. But... you could get used to the idea of being proven wrong.

They flinch at the sound of anger in Siffrin's voice. They know, of course, that Frin would never hurt them, but when emotions are running this high, their reactions are no longer under their control. Bonnie squeezes their eyes shut, screwing up their face. They hate this, they hate everything about this. Part of them wants to dash, to run, to get away from it all, but their fear of losing Siffrin keeps them glued to their seat.

They hold on tightly, still, to the loose cloak in their hands. It's not Frin, they would feel safer if they were able to hold Frin and make sure they can't leave them, but they have to accept what they have. To grab Frin, they would have to release the cloak, and they can't do that. Their mind, running in a thousand circles, causes them to shut down.

And perhaps they would have stayed shut down, if not for the right words being said. Everything has a breaking point. Everything boils over. At the end of the day, everything ends. Their tears spill down their cheeks like a river. They can't stop crying, but at least he'd stay with them.

"Don't go!" They finally admit their real feeling, only because he admits he doesn't actually want to leave them. They hug the cloak to their chest. "I hate this stupid city! I hate it so much! I'm in a big, dumb, stupid house all by myself, and...! I miss Nille! And Belle, and Za, and Dile! I miss you!"

They sniffle. "I miss your stupid puns, even. I hate it here, I want to go home..."

They seemed to have calmed down a little with that outburst. It wasn't perfect, they were still upset. Their trust in Siffrin was irreparably damaged. Not because Siffrin trusted the King, though Bonnie was deeply upset about that. What really got them was that Siffrin could not protect them. It felt like being told for the first time that your family is mortal and capable of failing you. This, combined with the conversation during the first snack break forced the child to come to terms with death. They were terrified. And anger was always easier for them than fear.

"Don't leave. Okay? You're not allowed to leave!"

[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... ❞

[bledgrace]

🌡️Temperature!   iPhone needs to cool down before you can use it

“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.

[thethirdlotusprince]

Hey, Nezha! how ya doin'

Grounded.

[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 ! 】

[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. ]

[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

[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!!!!!

[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."

[thethirdlotusprince]

do you… not know what pretty means??

you seem confused when people tell you you are pretty

I know what it means

Like flowers are pretty or the morning sunlight filtering through the leaves is pretty

But me???

I don't see it.

[hopedflight]

"—there's a spicy book club?"

congratulations! you have awoken the hoarder of romance books.

"...can i join?"

[sindanille]

EACH STEP IS LIGHT; FOOTFALL PURPOSEFUL. [ ... ] crystalized gaze never flickering, head reminiscent of an owl; head swivelling in place. pacing back and forth like a snarling animal. fanged teeth bared at @muutos with every little movement. more beast that elf - maiden, daughter of moonlight shielded from many. not naive but cautious. she had the same narrow minded view all the world did. orc and uruk were vile. monsters born of darkness by morgoth. untouched by the light and thus wholly evil.

❝ if he were wise, you would have been executed. ❞ a half - step taken, with gritted teeth. here lay a murderer in the heart of their camp and he allowed her to live. even when threats to his life were made. blood boiled, vein in her neck pulsating with anger. girl of sun and moon, she had inherited her mother's temper just unchecked. fingers balled into a fist only to slowly uncurl. ❝ tell me, commander, does the blood of my kin sate your appetite for destruction? ❞