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[naitfall-hmm]

Happy New Year! Happy Birthday Gwyn!

random starter for @worldhell with our boys

By the window they sat in silence, Levi's gaze switching between the snow-covered scenery and Farlan's expression of contentment, equally mesmerising to look at. He wouldn't spend the night with anybody else, waiting for the first sunrise of the new year. There shouldn't be anything special about it — Levi had watched enough sunrises in the time they've been living underneath the sun and he couldn't find any rest, but it was a rare occasion, even he found some peace in fooling himself there was something different, even if change resided only within him, within the two of them.

❝ Another year is gone. ❞ Another year they've spent together. Another year of challenges, another year they've escaped death, and could sit together on a cold night and enjoy a good drink together. He gestured at Farlan to refill both their glasses. Levi wasn't fond of celebrations, at forced chances of appreciating what they had (what everyone took for granted most days). This was an exception though, for there was an occasion even he wanted to celebrate — for every single day Farlan was by his side. For every single chance he'd see him smile.

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First day of school...Fin hadn't really been thinking too much about it, to be honest. Outside of hiding from the kids who went to do their first round of Hero course training, they'd mostly stayed away...until the final bell had rung, and they were all but sure a grand majority of the students had gone home. That was when they'd been wandering the halls of U. A.,...

And spotted a student, still in the halls. Their head tilted slightly, letting their pace increase from its moderately-slow walk to a more average speed.

"Kid? Whatcha still doin' on school grounds? Didn't th' bells ring...I'unno, an hour ago?" They slipped their phone out of their pocket- eyes sliding over the time before finding the teen's visage again. Their phone was once more pocketed, head tilting slightly to the side. "Y'waitin' on someone?" Although this didn't seem like 'waiting for someone'...

More like 'getting the courage to leave'. But- Fin had never been that good at reading people unless they were actively threatening them, so...who were they to judge?

"...or do y'need a minute...?" They stopped short of the edge of a safe distance, far enough away to quickly leave if it was wanted- or walk closer if they thought it was needed.

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There was power within Prayer. Much like Alexander Anderson, she relied on beloved God to give her an advantage. Angela wished to purge London of it's impurity, starting with the creature before her.

"Impurity has left an imprint upon this country. Innocent souls left to fear what lingers in the dark. Creatures of shadow and blood lust prey upon the weak. This is not the will of God. His children are threatened by your very existence. How dare you claim that you fight for their protection when you act like a beast much like the creatures you hunt. Have you no shame in acting as a faux herald of humanity?"

Her wings open wide as a bright heavenly glow.

"It is time that you face judgement in the eyes of God!"

[knightinsourarmor]

closed started with @desolxte || Levi & Kuchel

Kuchel Ackerman died many years ago, her rotting corpse found by her estranged brother and buried. None would ever search for a deceased whore. None could have ever imagined, on the verge of death, when her sickness had her paralyzed, prisoner to a withering body, slowly but steadily losing strength, and her sanity, she would have found the power to stand back on her feet. That losing her son, the last remaining light of her life ended in the hands of animals who didn't understand the first thing about his tender heart, would bring her back to the world of living, instead of being the finishing blow to a woman who had long lost any will to live.

She was alive, but was her heart still beating ? Any air filling up her lungs? Was her body still warm to touch, or as cold as her eyes? An empty vessel she had become, void of any human emotions, vessel of one single HOPE. The hope of seeing her son again. To think, even in the rotten soul of hers, hope could survive. Maybe, if she could still have a part of her human — her who desperately denied her humanity — maybe it was still possible to find Levi. Even when years had passed, even if he didn't any longer remember her, even if there were no clues if he was even alive— he was her blood after all, and tragedy seemed to be part of their nature.

She has found a note in the apartment she lived in those days, with an address and an hour written on it. A date? There was no mistaking it, the sloppy handwriting was Kenny’s. She could have him waiting, for the nerve he had to think he could decide when and where they'd meet. Yet, when had she managed to escape the shackles they were bound with? It was more than just blood, or family ties. No matter how many times she tried to stay away from him, she'd always find him before her, him unchanged, while she'd be even more broken, even less of a person, than she was last time their paths had crossed. She held respect for him, after years of resenting him. For his ability to survive, and pretend to care even if having long lost his heart as well.

She expected no less from him. An empty pub, a dark place where very few would dare to set foot if they were on their own. She had arrived first— no surprise, to have her waiting. There was no bartender, no waiter, nobody in sight, when she took seat in front of the counter, standing out in her white dress. She used to like those dresses, when she was younger. Now, she'd wear them on more rare occasions, when she wanted to make a point— dress like a virgin, as if she hadn't sold both her body and soul.

She heard a voice coming from behind her back. Little she cared for what they said. Probably to complain the store was still closed. If so, why had she found the door open and unlocked? ❝ I'm waiting for someb- ❞

[vendettavalor]

@tacticalvalor said: “ why do you trust me? ” -> from a pre-ship luna to tanner, we are so back babey (for a thread, mayhaps)

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The question should surprise Tanner. If he were any normal person, surely it would. Then again, if he were a normal person this situation wouldn't be happen. Luna Youngman, former employee of the New York District Attorney's Office and head of the local community crime watch program, wouldn't be sitting here in a dark basement loosely tied to a chair and with 4 grams of midazolam currently being chased out of her system by pure adrenaline. Nothing about this situation was normal, least of all Tanner.

All the same, the young man straightens up with a proud smile, chirping as he adjusts his tie.

"As I said before, Luna--" her name is punctuated with a cadence that borders on sweet, almost adoring. "I'm very impressed by your work. Humble as you are, your skills are well-honed and you are a very driven and determined young woman. You saw that your employers weren't taking the grievances you were putting forth seriously, and so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You set up your own dedicated crime watch program and took it upon yourself to painstakingly sift through each and every report yourself, finding evidence and submitting reports you felt were serious and needed further review in spite of the fact that it wasn't getting you anywhere with your main objective. Even still, you persevered. You believe in what you're doing with such passion."

He speaks so candidly, almost reminiscing on the fact that he's been watching her every move. Like jumping in front of her cameras and breaking into her home and watching her scroll through pages upon pages of reports was some memory rich with nostalgia for him to look back upon and not a terrifying experience for her to live through. He looks as though he might melt, his cheeks rosy and squished by a wide, toothy grin. Then, his attention snaps back to her.

"It's disheartening to see all that dedication, that spirit, going to waste. All that effort you put in being neglected. So, I've decided to reward you. After all this time, you've worked so hard." He waves the folder filled with papers around briefly, before tossing it forward onto the table before her. "I know from watching you for so long that you're capable of handling this information. Even with your little bleeding heart! You've spent so long searching for the Blueblood Killer, and now, you can finally find him. With this!"

[rennisaturate]

" i haven't been on a plane since i was... " she paused and frowned, then shook her head to herself. one day she would tell scott that story, but today was certainly not the day. she surprised herself, the fact she'd even thought of saying it out loud with no hesitation spoke volumes about how much she'd relaxed around him. " well, 's been a long time. 'm a bit nervous, i gotta say, " she admitted to him as they lay together. " don't think 've even been off this stupid bloody island in much too long, " she chuckled softly. || @goodvibesandsunglasses

[imprvdente]

@admiraltyspride​ . 𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Fish was hidden under the Captain’s desk, arms wrapped around her legs. When the navy ship had appeared on the horizon she was ready to fight, and no one seemed to pay attention to the little cabin boy anyway. No one but the quartermaster. A harsh man, but not without kindness. He had grabbed her like she weighed nothing and brought her here. She had tried arguing, of course, fighting him like a wild little thing. But he had shut her up quickly, hands pressed against her shoulders. “Do you want to die, lad?” he had asked her, “because you’ll die if you stay on the deck. If they find you, they’ll hang you for piracy.”

And so, she was now hiding, trembling and jolting at every sound. It wasn’t that she was a squeamish kid. She was brave to the point of recklessness, actually. But hanging from a noose? Oh, she remembered seeing the dead pirates in the port, floating in the wind like empty bags of flesh, with crows eating their eyes. 

Fish didn’t want to end up like that. Lunch for the crows.

Things got very quiet, and she wondered if it was finally over. Did they win? Wiping a few tears from her eyes (one of them black, for she had been struck by the captain that same morning, for stealing a handful of biscuits) she extracted herself from her hiding place. Yes, things were quiet now, surely it was over, and she was safe.

So when the door opened, she expected to see the Captain, and perhaps even feel great relief upon his apparition, for once. Unfortunately, it was a stranger who walked into the room, a stranger wearing the clothes of an officer (not that she really knew a whole lot about the navy, but she recognized the shiny buttons and the fancy jacket and all the things that no pirate would ever wear). 

Standing there in horror, “please don’t hang me sir,” was all she managed to say.

[littlebadger]

RANDOM  STARTER  for  @musedriven  !  SAM.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ-` 👻 ´- 【  To anyone else,  the scene of Danny slumped over the picnic table might be a cause for  concern,  but to anyone that  KNEW  him it was just Danny being... Danny .  He wasn't faking it by any means,  but he had the tendency to act a little overdramatic . 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA  loud  GROAN  rumbled  into  the  withered  wood  of  the  table,  shaking  it  on  its  rusty  metal  legs.

[sialiia]

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  ❝  y’think  carley  could  ever  be  as  popular  as  alice  .  .  or  bendy  ?  joey’s  never  gonna  give  her  a  try,  a  female  can’t  be  part  of  the  butcher  gang  but  i  call  that  bullshit  !  ❞

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It was so early in the day- but they had every single report already laying beside the site entrance when they arrived. It caused a faint sense of joy in them- they'd heard from the others, the brief mumblings that they'd been getting their jobs done quicker...Fin didn't have much, but maybe they'd use the yen they didn't spend on themself to host a party...a sort of thanks to the construction crew for their hard work. A small smile dared to cross their face.

Maybe things in Japan wouldn't be so bad- of course, several of the crew still defaulted to English around the young adult, but they had been quick to try to show how much they knew in Japanese... Fin had always been a quick study, anyway.

They were happily walking down the hall of U. A., most of the students having gone to their classes for the day. Their eyes closed for a few moments, thinking about what they'd do to celebrate everyone's accomplishment-

THWNK-

"Shit-!" Fin stumbled- the reports they had between their crossed arms suddenly falling out from under, sliding along the ground and scattering in all directions. "--fuck-" They nearly fell, themself- stumbling as their shoe hit a paper and slid, barely catching themself- eyes snapping to the student they'd bumped into. "---I'm so sorry,- are you alright-?! Here- I-- lemme help you." Fuck they just cursed around a student-

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"....I heard you wanted to see me..." Fin's voice was quiet as they stepped into the cell. They'd had their knife taken from their person, just in case the villain before them tried to take it...though they couldn't help but think 'with what'. Even knowing all he'd done to Eri, the kid they'd helped in the rescue of...they couldn't help but feel the faintest tinge sorry for him.

Locked in a cell,- both of his arms gone...the ways to manifest his Quirk, erased- stuck in this place where there was no human interaction save maybe the guards at meal times..

"...so here I am, Overhaul." They knew his name- Kai Chisaki- but they weren't about to use it without him saying they could. This situation felt so strange- to be called to a villain's- a total stranger's- cell. "One of the small players in the raid that destroyed your base..leaves a mate wonderin', 'why me'." Despite their blank expression, their tone remained as light as they could get it...trying to offer what hint of humanity they could to the one who forsook it for his ideals..

They couldn't even hear the thunder outside...not in here, in this brightly-lit white cell.- In this place where the gods put their worst...

[onebigerror]

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lennon was unemployed again. what else was new? the only difference was she saw this as a blessing and not a disaster as most people in her shoes would. she was free and that was just what she preferred. work wasn’t really her thing and it cramped her style. she didn’t care about money or material objects. all she had in this world was in the backpack currently rested at her feet and that was all she needed. she could probably do with even less and not mind one bit.

she was halfway in the dumpster with just her long legs dangling over the side when she heard the sound of footsteps and lowered herself down. she would have been amused by the look on the other person's face - if she weren’t so annoyed at having to stop what she was doing and deal with them.

“what’s your problem? you act like you’ve never seen a girl eating out of the trash.” the woman was very unhappy to be disrupted while she was in the middle of hunting for her dinner in the alley behind the fancy restaurant. if she remembered correctly she’d been fired from there in the past - they owed her anyway. where hadn’t she been fired from in this fine city? “i’m sure you’ll see a lot more disturbing things in your time on this earth. now scram before i end your time here.”

[vendettavalor]

Heart Lost At Sea

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The salty caress of the sea breeze is cold against the selkie's soaked skin. What would normally be a cooling comfort feels like little more than a slap in the face after everything she's been through. Insult to injury. Salt in a wound, both figuratively and literally. She leans down to lick at the burning, bleeding cut at her shoulder and wrapped around her thick neck. It's a difficult task to manage, both because she can't reach and because it is difficult to manage while trying to keep her balance on this barely-floating driftwood.

She lets out a bark of frustration and flops down. Clumsy flippers try their best to hold onto the crumbling wood as it bobs precariously against the waves. If she could swim away, she would. But the tight netting around her tail and her injuries make that impossible. If she falls off now, she'll drown. And just when her situation doesn't look like it could get any more bleak, she spies a ship approaching in the distance.

She swallows, nervous. Was it too late to try and play dead?