#* INTERACTIONS.

[asksprunkiestvineria]

...so you don't know me, but Simon's asked me to ask you to meet him for a dinner.

@grillintimesforall

( Also, @asksprunkiestsimon )

10 thousand years later, and here I am. I was originally intending to make a full on drawing, but I got caught on other asks that I needed to do before this one. I guess have a non-drawn answer?? Vineria didn't even bother to open the door, she didn't want to terrify the anon by her miserable appearance, and so she answered from behind the door. "A.. dinner, huh..? mm.. I.. guess I could come.. do you happened to know why he invited me to one?"

[pressure-thechasm]

"Hi, Jett!! How ya doooiinn'? :)" -Void Ruby

" ..Oh. Void. Uh " " Now isn't the best time "

@voidruby

[giselle-archive]

@limalatina: Dios los cría y ellos se juntan.

You've said this before so I know this means birds of a feather flock together. And you're not wrong.

[yes7erdays]

❛⠀ that’s not — don’t make that face! i’m immune, so go try that look on someone else, miss smith,⠀ ❜⠀ she says, adjusting the lapels of her rumpled trench coat. her students show up to class more put together than this, but it is not like she had any time for niceties, not with the entire pub shouting and hollering when the judge disqualified her from the game.⠀ ❛⠀ his answer was wrong! and so is wikipedia, by the way. pulling up wikipedia as a source... of all the stupid things i've heard today, that got the cake!⠀ ❜

starter call. I @chloevlinder

[maevepeters]

closed starter for dylan moore ( @shorelinedreaams ) at the local farmers market.

Maeve’s steps faltered, her breath catching like a thorn in her chest. She thought she’d seen a ghost at first—his ghost. But no, it was him, standing less than twenty feet away, grinning at something the vendor had said, his head tilted back in that familiar, carefree laugh. Her knees nearly gave out. She tightened her hold on the baby carrier strapped to her, her fingertips brushing the tiny hand poking out of the blanket. The baby stirred slightly, letting out a soft whimper, and Maeve swayed instinctively, murmuring soothing words. But her eyes never left him.

What are you doing here? The question screamed in her head, though she had no right to ask it. She was the one who had left. Seven months ago, she’d slipped out of his life without a word, without an explanation. Because she couldn’t face him. Not then. Not with the weight of everything she’d discovered hanging over her. And now here he was, at the same market she had come to in search of some normalcy. Her heart twisted as she took him in—the slight scruff on his jaw, the familiar tilt of his shoulders, the way he gestured with his hands when he spoke. He hadn’t changed. But she had.

The baby let out another soft noise, drawing her gaze down. Her heart swelled and ached all at once. He didn’t know. He didn’t know about the tiny life they had created. About the nights Maeve had spent whispering apologies to their child, wondering if she’d ever have the courage to tell him. She thought about turning around, disappearing into the crowd like a wisp of smoke. But before she could make a decision, he turned. Their eyes met. In that moment, she knew there was no going back. Instead, she took the steps to close the space. “How are you here?”

[xgoldina]

there was something about this town medina liked. though, to be fair, it could have just been the fact that she was able to sneak out of london for a bit. albeit, she was only sneaking out for a job she was assigned, but still - she was sure to make the best of it, if she had anything to do with it. she'd spent the last week getting to know what she could of the town, tonight she'd deemed it as good a time as any to make her presence known. digits interlocked behind her back as heels echoed her steps towards him. luckily in a room as loud and moving as this one, that surely wasn't enough to give way to her presence. he was staring at a piece of art work with some rather perky tits - shocking. lips curled into a small hint of a smirk as she came up beside him. “ i don't know. . . ’ she hummed thoughtfully, head tilting as she examined the artwork. “ i'd say you've seen better then that before, wouldn't you? ’

@ajastor

[shiiiksa]

“Getting divorced at fifty-two was not on my bingo card, but neither was getting cheated on with a younger male receptionist and yet, here we are.” Cate has to laugh at her own suffering to avoid having a breakdown. And breakdowns were never good on your skin. She sips on her glass of wine, the most expensive bottle she could find at the winery in order to spend as much of Ben Cohen’s money before their divorced was finalized. “But that’s enough about my miseries. How has your year been, my dear? I feel like I’ve been babbling for ages about myself.” / @aspencreekextra

[valeria-flint]

Starter for: @augustusxxrookwood Where: Flint/Vanity wedding

Augustus Rookwood. A man Val didn’t know very well, but he had always been around in the past. She knew he was a good friend from Emma’s brother. She knew he wasn’t bad to look at. She knew he was one of the very few people she hadn’t been flirting with in the past. Time to change that. Hence the fact that she had made her way up to the man, stopping next to him. “Augustus Rookwood. Have you been enjoying yourself at this wedding so far?”

[zwoble]

@pomniegranate ♡ for a starter later

it was something of a relief to see the little jester coming around to adjusting to life in this digital hell ; or at least tolerating it. there was hidden worry for her when she started talking of exit, and this feeling only grew when she noticed how traumatized she looked after every adventure.

and who can blame her that's partially why zooble avoids going on them in the first place. maybe having a normal one ( or rather, the setting resembled closely to that of their reality ) helped in a way. she won't verbally give credit where it's due but, even she can admit this adventure wasn't completely unbearable.

she spent a lot of the shift just zoning out, wanting to get the work done as soon as possible; she'd listen in on some of the customers that came in. not many piqued her interest. some she just tuned out all together. except for one.

" soo... who's gummigoo ? "

[harpersoath]

I didn't ask you to carry me.

"no, you didn't." the words are said matter of factly. "but if I let you try to walk on that ankle i can almost sense jaheria will be mad at me for it, and while i don't really get whatever it is two gave going on," they shrugged, "jaheria scares me more than you do."

neyvin frowns, "if you want to walk that many miles with your ankle messed up that badly, i will put you down, though."

[anderseva]

PRIVATE:

Continued from here @morgan-weston

I'm sorry, is there a problem?

[asksprunkiestvineria]

“Vineria…? Why does something feel wrong with the others…? :(“

(DON’T LET HIM KNOW HES TOO CURIOUS *SOB*)

TW: GORE

"Haha, Heeyyy.. little buddy.. heh, there's nothin' to be worried about here.. everythin' is juuussstt fine!" Her tone of voice suggests otherwise.. Her gaze doesn't even meet the Computer's she seemed to be just trailing off in the distance...

Vine would gently caress the top of Fun Computer's monitor with a bloodied hand.

"No need to worry your lil harddrive about it, lil buddy.. just.. don't worry about it.." Vine seemed to be missing a chunk of her face, as she said that. Her expression seemed to be just.. stuck at being in shock.

[giselle-archive]

@steviebevans-wmu: How did you get banned from Pappadeaux??

So that's the lie, sorta. It wasn't every one in Houston, just the Galleria location (which was my favorite one). I unintentionally started a fight in there that got out of hand, so the manager said I can never come back. Fuck that guy.

[gntlets]

leaves upgraded gauntlets at the kiramman's with a bow on it and a little card one sided card that says 'happy birthday' 🥳

oh. what begins as the skeptical lift of an eyebrow, more judgment than intrigue riding the tail of your pessimism ( does this guy really think he can buy your friendship? ) swiftly dies a harsh death the moment you register precisely what gift has been left at your door. they fit perfectly, because of course they do, and operate even more effectively, without the same clicks there or pauses here that delayed some of your reaction time before. he's improving, you note with satisfaction, and maybe you'll even tell him so later. that's as close to a proper thanks as he's going to get out of you, anyway.

[facepeeled]

@t-errifier liked

this must be the third time cricket's seen this same creep tonight. first outside the bar, then on the side of the road as she drove out here, and now she swears that she sees him again in the darkness of the woods, just beyond the wide open doors of the barn she and her buddies have come to party in. "fuck..." she mutters to herself, looking around to see if anyone else notices the FREAK in the clown costume. but they're too drunk to notice, or care. and cricket can hold her liquor better than a cowboy. her inhibitions are just low enough that she doesn't think twice to wander outside and investigate. "hey," she shouts into the distance. "i know you're out there."