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[swtsours]

“   you   need   relief   .   i   can   give   you   that   .   ”

[staticgcne]

@cannibalxroses whispered a line !! light / dark starters ( accepting! ) ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’

     WHO  WAS  HE  TO  DENY  HER?  Rosie was among his closest of confidantes.  Someone he well  &&  truly trusted.  Well.  About as much as he could,  anyway.  She was a refuge,  regardless of anything else.  He treated her as well as he knew how,  would happily take care of every problem she could ever need assistance with.  Whatever the cost.  &&  she helped with his,  few  &&  far between as they were.

        ❛  Of course.  I didn't quite mean to fall asleep here with you,  but if you prefer.   ❜

     He hadn't.  Spending time with her was a relief after the stresses of the hotel,  mostly revolving around the sheer effort of keeping polite.  Staying in good graces.  Exhausting.  He supposed he hadn't been sleeping well,  &&  the warmth  &&  comfort had gotten to him.  He at least trusted her more than enough to sleep nearby.  Whether the knowledge of that was  ...  nice or not was up for debate.  But he wouldn't think of that,  for now.

[emwrcte]

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 | Accepting | @calamitism

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩. Sure, Raven understood why they had to wake up at the hour they did. They had to be up early to see some comet before the sun came up. Didn't mean she was happy about it. Kori wanted company. She wasn't about to leave her hanging, or make her watch that sort of thing alone considering what the two had been through. Even demons had standards.

There's audible discontent as they pass under every street light in the car. Her arm coming to cover her eyes, hiding her face inside her elbow.

〞Why do you always want to do the one thing  that my sleep schedule does not align with...〞

[l4mbswrath]

the psychoanalyst in clarice finds herself drawn to such a powerful statement. the little girl in her is jealous, loathing the fact that she can't just flip a switch and rid herself of fear all the same. brows twitch in time with the corners of her mouth, and she has to bite down on the inside of her lip to keep herself from petulantly scowling.

she wonders, briefly, how much truth the sentiment holds to the other. people tend to cling to words like security blankets, and even the special agent herself isn't immune. she has yet to outgrow the habit of feeding herself desperate lies, and so she's led to believe that, deep down, nobody has.

eyes narrow. silence lingers. clarice studies features closely, leaning on tried and true teachings to map out sincerity. jack crawford would be exceptionally proud, though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't still heavily relying on her gut. as of right now, though, her gut has yet to deliver a verdict on this one.

"awful bold thing t'say," she finally acknowledges aloud, her own steely features easing against her better judgement. she's not as great a pretender as she wants to be. "even bolder thing t'mean, i think. fear's somethin' fierce. doesn't go down without a fight."

she's not calling the woman a liar. or maybe she is; in that polite way that clarice starling tends to deliver bold observations.

@wickedslip said: "i'm not afraid of anything. not anymore."

[auntiejohn]

jessy how do you make your banner a square? i need a tut im confused 😔

hii maddie!!! ok so i have the app so if you use the website it might be a little different idk but this is how i do it!!

when you go to change your header image there should be that thing under it saying stretch header, you just have to click on the switch thing so it goes white!!

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @mccntower

even the fluorescent lighting of the police station made warner uneasy, as if it wasn't bad enough that he'd just stumbled upon a dead body with an ex-friend. they'd been given water and told to sit and wait to be interviewed. he could feel the officers eyes on them as they passed every few moments. some offered hesitant smiles but he saw through them. somehow stumbling on a dead body made you top of the suspect list. he'd intended to call the police and get out of there as quickly as possible, but they'd arrived moments after the call and iridescent had touched the damn body and well... he knew she hadn't murdered anyone, but she did a good job of looking so incredibly guilty. even now as they waited and he peered at her again, the look on her face made him clench his jaw. "hey," he hissed. "relax, will you? there's nothing to freak out about, you didn't do anything wrong."

[deceitsung]

@astrallithid liked for a starter.

❛ Did I disturb you ? ❜

Getting approached for seemingly any reason was just a normal part of Kai's life. Whether it was him playing too loud , playing too soft , getting caught with his hand in a pocket , or just playing at all , he was no stranger to being told off by all sorts of people. Granted , it's a phenomenon that has yet to follow him to this place , but he still stays prepared for it regardless. A stranger coming up to you isn't always a bad thing - but he has somewhat of a track record. Let's just say he's a bit of a trouble magnet.

He supposes playing in public is bound to get that sort of reaction. Not everyone is a fan of live music —��� and while he's respectful of other people's wishes , he can't help but judge their taste.

He looks at the man innocently , a hand lying flat on the lute's strings to mute them mid - strum. Once it's properly silenced , he sets it to his side and intertwines his fingers. ❛ I didn't think I was being too loud , but I suppose it's easy to get carried away. ❜

[hcllishdreamer]

@harteatiing  whispered a line  !! misc. discord server starters  ( accepting! ) “Daily reminder that I am the most biased person in the world, thank you.”

     TO  HEAR  ALASTOR  CALL  HIMSELF  biased was very interesting.  She wasn't sure which direction he meant,  either.  Was it meant to be a call of support,  that he was in her corner?  Charlie certainly wanted to believe that,  &&  was more or less inclined to do so regardless of anything else.  He had been by her side this whole time,  &&  it didn't matter so much what his other inclinations may have been.

He had good in him.

         ❛  Good!  Biases come from all angles,  you know.  It's always good to be aware that you have them!  ❜    Ever a positive outlook.  Personal insight was important,  she knew,  &&  she herself had been learning a lot about that specific little life lesson since the moment she'd started the hotel project.     ❛  What exactly are you biased about?  The first step to dismantling those biases  &&  having the ability to shift perspective is to talk about it,  to really dissect it!  ❜

It truly could have been anything,  she figured,  but she was here to help.  A beaming smile aimed at her business partner.  This was what all those books talked about,  anyway.  She could facilitate that!

[wesmess]

@paetal

lorien knew about the tower, but his knowledge of the one who lived within was nonexistent. he's seen him, though. he's seen him magicking things into it and he's seen humans come and go from the tower. strange, though, how its one resident never leaves. is he simply unable to? lorien isn't sure. he hasn't felt inclined to visit, preferring to stay in his forest. he would've let it stay that way if not for the continued destruction of said forest by the humans and their greed for its resources and land, which has a terrible effect on lorien, its guardian. the weaker he feels, the harder it becomes to protect his home.

he's seen sickly humans go into his tower and leave appearing healthier; perhaps there's something the man could give him to strengthen him? lorien isn't sure. maybe. he doesn't even want much, he just... oh, he just wants to feel like himself again. with the strength he does have, he gathers forageables from the forest, placing them all neatly in a basket. it isn't much of a gift, or even payment, but he feels that something is better than nothing at all. once it was full, lorien makes his way to the tower, leaning against his staff for support. once there, he knocks on the door.

[imprvdente]

@conscriptur . Finnick gets to mentor Fish🐬

The Capitol train was taking her far from home, like a ruthless hand ripping her away from the waves. She found it hard to breathe; a proverbial fish out of water. Out the window, the landscapes were stretched by speed, blurring into nothingness as she stared mindlessly at the haze of green and blue.

She already missed the beach, the sailor's bar, and the smell of iodine at the port. What would the Capitol smell like? Ripping her eyes away from the window, she glanced at Finnick. He was famous in District 4, and she supposed she was lucky to have a popular mentor. Fish Monet was well aware that the Hunger Games were more than a fight to the death. They were a popularity contest, too. And she wanted to win.

She wanted to win more than anything else. It was like her mother had said before the peacekeepers took her to the train station. She had to come home, nothing else mattered.

"Where do we begin?" she finally asked out of the blue. "I need a strategy, right?" Her mind was already racing, her heart thundering in her chest. Oh, how she missed the ocean! She almost wanted to jump out the window, but knew that she'd get shot before she could even reach the shore.

"I can hold my breath for a very long time, I'm good with a trident and a net too. And I can dance. I don't know what's going to be useful out there, I mean, I know I won't dance in the arena, but..." She was rambling. Blush spread on her cheeks, and she looked away again. "...I don't know."

[full-tiltboogiearc]

@halfraw liked for a starter // set x reggie

Alright, she has had enough with rolling silverware into napkins. Set, always the antsy one, finished enveloping her last trio of spoon-fork-knife, and triumphantly set it aside before phew!ing like she'd just ran a marathon. There was still a mountain of silverware to go, but she needed a break; her fingers were growing calloused, she swore it. Besides, she was a bit more interested in getting to know Reggie—her new coworker as of last week, when their boss gave Set this job, and her trusted partner in the art of folding napkins.

"So... how long've you been working here? Is Chet always a fucking asshole?" Chet the Chef. You can't make this shit up!

[staticgcne]

@hellcab whispered a line !! light / dark starters ( accepting! ) ‘ You’re a sick fuck.  You know that?  ’

     A  GRIN  OF  PURE  SATISFACTION.  He didn't care about the words,  not at all.  Some strange sinner commenting on his choice of action was neither new nor very bothersome.  Crimson eyes travel over the other as he stood,  his newest victim a pile of viscera on the pavement.  He had every intention of recovering the body,  using it to his advantage.  Clawed fingers dripped with blood.  It splattered across his skin  &&  clothing.  He had already taken a bite of supple flesh as a sample during the fight.

        ❛  Oh?  Do you intend to join the poor fellow?  I wouldn't turn down a snack to save for later.  Or do you wish to share,  hm?  Perhaps I stole your meal?  ❜    He turned back to the pile,  reaching into the corpse to withdraw what he knew was the liver.  A delicacy on most.

        ❛  Please,  join in,  new friend.  I'm sure fresh meat appeals?  ❜

[stcrforged]

the world was FULL of weird shit : mutated feral bears, half naked men not knowing what water looked like and nuka-cola still being somewhat drinkable despite that the bombs had been dropped about 200 years ago. the list went on and on. but THIS - this was new and was currently on the top of the list. lea was in utter disbelief. before her was a vaultie that proclaimed he was the saviour of the world and then there was the robots behind him... light green eyes just STARED at the stranger. what on earth had she just heard? brows furrowed as the talking continued. this was giving her a headache. he needed to knocked out. just for a little while. hand reached for the biggest wrench she owned knocking that strange fella before he could utter another world.

the tech expert was curious (and had a soft heart for vaulties) so she wouldn't give him to the radroaches JUST yet. she leaned at a wall, observing him as he woke up (and probably realizing he was tied up to a chair. this was the surface after all. trust was rare here). " take it easy. you got knocked in the head. " arms were crossed over chest as head leaned to the side. bright orbs piercing him. " now i want you to tell me WHY you think you can save the surface. " /@caracarnn

[sixthear]

Second day in Isola and... Liu'er is already up to mischief. Just harmless fun! Normally, he wouldn't pass time doing something like this... But it's something Shihou would probably come up with.

He found this comfy little hiding spot in the park— he was delighted to learn that green spaces existed even in Fibonacci— perched in a tree with branches that reached across the paths. Every time someone sat down on the nearby bench, he'd quickly dart down to nab something. A hat, a pair of those strange dark-tinted glasses, anything small and seemingly easy to grab. He'd wait to see how long it'd take for them to notice. Some of the reactions were fun.

And now, from the stranger that seemed to have sat down in order to open his sketch book... The young monkey nabs his eraser before scurrying back onto his perch. And waits.

@kleinstar

[goldenpeng]

@amemoire liked.

Xiao isn't...particularly suited to entertaining guests. He isn't chatty, for one, and he has been said to come across as stoic at the best of times. Still, he will try. Lord Morax will surely relieve him of this duty shortly, no? "...Would you like some tea?"