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[yellowjacketsnetwork]

THE HUNTRESS AND THE PROPHETESS @yellowjacketsnetwork event 01: dynamics (temp)

[bylrndgm]

november 6th 1983, hawkins, indiana.

@stcreators event 01: favorite ‧₊˚✩ ⊹ *ੈ ₊˚ part i -> favorite season.

[cfregencys]

𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓

location: danbury ballroom.

excitement coursed through the young debutante's body as her gaze took in all the extravagance and festivities of the ballroom. she had heard her older sisters and mother speak of such events in the morning after but it was not until now that hyacinth had the chance to partake. not caring who stood right beside her, the youngest bridgerton directed her next words to the person, " tonight feels like the perfect night for something enthralling to happen. do you not agree ? " dark hues moved off the dance floor and to the other, mischief almost gleaming in her eyes.

[julian-anderson]

Open starter: everyone Location: The festival

Julian roamed around the festival, alcohol in hand that he sipped every now and then. He wasn't one to attend things like these often but it was better than sitting in and doing nothing. he was also looking to go home with someone. He didn't care who, anyone that would satisfy his needs. The music echoing in the air, the sound of laughter and chatter drifting through the air. The smell of food filling his nose. A smirk played at his lips at the passing women who flashed him a smile, his eyes following, checking them out. He was distracted before his body collided with someone, causing the glass to drop from his hand. "Fucking shit." she sighed heavily. "Damnit. Can't be more careful?" he huffed, running a hand through his hair.

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[pandoraxrosier]

── *✰ ۫ outfit for the black & malfoy wedding !

the heels that she'd initially planned to wear lay haphazardly discarded on pandora's bedroom floor the moment she'd spotted her black creepers. of course! she'd thought. they were the missing touch she'd so desperately needed to make her feel like herself. she looked in the mirror, smoothing out her dress, and smiled. perfect. her mother knocked and came into the room, eyeing falling on the shoes. "you look beautiful! i love the shoes. i really admire how you're always so authentically yourself, my darling."

[midnigxts]

˗ˏˋ open event starter location: outside terrace , around 10pm

" i just need a little fresh air , " the tennis player announces as she sits down , letting out a small huff of air . she doesn't mind the chilly temperature outside , in fact , she welcomes it with open arms . " it's a hundred degrees inside , " which is a given considering the theme & the fact most guests wore barely any clothes to begin with , herself almost included given what her stylist decided to put her in .

[chardonnavs]

( @lazydcisy - scavenger hunt!!) // danica's face was twisted up into discontent. how did she keep getting pressured into involving herself in these things? a scavenger hunt? how old were these people, ten? the prize description was so vague, and she doubted it would be a cash prize given the state of the small town economy. unless joja corp sponsored it? she sighed aloud for what seemed like the hundredth time as she waited for this partner of hers to show up in the town square. she prayed to every single god above, yoba included, that the hunt would start and end in the square. as if her pretty brand-name shoes could handle a trek into the woods. "oh my god, where is this person?" she finally complained out loud. she just wanted to get this over with!

[fataviam]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   . . . the balcony of the house of wind.     𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   . . . sabina khoe   (   @supernva  ).

an ebullient high fae bounded across the stones of the outside balcony. adorned in a glimmering, silver gown, niamh thought herself the mirror image of the cosmos hovering overhead. thus, glowing under the light of the stars, a smile greeted passing faces, making their approach towards the balcony's edge for a better view of velaris below. the music piles from the earth, golden notes glittering and dancing their way up a spiral staircase until, seemingly, they disappear into the starlit sky. a cool night breeze caresses their face, lifting the waist - length, onyx colored hair to reveal delicately arched ears, decorated in silver gems matching those that dripped from every surface of her body.

sharp eyes took in the current, tranquil environment as a chance to relax their tightly - held shoulders. her thoughts kept returning to her sister ⎯ callista ⎯ and how delighted she would have been in this moment. the sight of the stars paled in comparison to faint memories of her effervescent smile. a melancholic grin played upon their lips as her gaze returned to the throngs of people wandering around the high lady's house. did their beloved sister accompany the spirits on their yearly trek across the sky? had she come the brightest star hovering overhead, keeping a keen eye on herself and . . . sabina. as if callista had created this moment for the two to lay eyes on each other for the first time since she had left them.

faint clicks of heels echoed off the stone floors, heart racing as she drew nearer. the commander's eyes narrowed on the woman, stony expression suddenly softening as they realized she had found a kindred spirit to share their company. ❝ would it be out of character to tell you you look radiant tonight? i hardly recognized you without blood smeared across your face. ❞

[schatten-hq]

˚. ✦.˳·˖ SUMMER STORM EVENT !

✦ WHEN: 10th - 18th of August

✦ WHERE: Gaeul Park, Residential Quarter

Cheosan's annual summer festival officially opens on the 10th of August at noon and will be open until midnight each day. The perimeter of Gaeul Park will be dotted with festival stalls selling food, beverages, and various local trinkets. Running through the middle of the park is a natural stream, along which will be picnic tables and spaces for picnic blankets. Close to the entrance of the park is a wooden building housing questionable public toilets - but at least the outside has been gussied up with colourful streamers to make it look a little more inviting. A makeshift stage will be erected for live music, anyone wishing to watch the performers can grab themselves a pillow to sit on. When it's finally dark enough, before the festival closes for the day, there will be fireworks displays too.

For the first few days, Cheosan's residents and tourists alike can enjoy the festival and the beautiful sunny weather. But on Wednesday the 14th, sudden summer storms will waterlog the park grounds, making it impossible to man the stalls, and causing the festival to be cut short.

The storms will continue for the rest of the week. They'll begin almost like clockwork around 7pm and continue well into the night, letting up around 2am. Each night, the echoes of cracking lightning and booming thunder will fade to give way to new sounds, coming from the forest surrounding the town. First, the creaking of trees, followed by what sounds like roots being violently ripped from the ground, then loud thuds as trees fall.

Forest rangers and willing volunteers will enter the forest in daylight to check out the damage, assuming they'll find fallen trees with roots loosened by the torrential rain, but everything seems to be the same.

Early Thursday morning is when the screams will begin. Distant at first, but with each passing hour they'll grow louder, echoing around town in a way that seems impossible. The mayor will release a statement on Thursday afternoon, telling people not to worry, that he has someone investigating the sounds but is almost 100% certain it's some kind of prank. Of course that's a lie to placate residents and tourists, and of course most people are content to believe it.

The source of the screams will not be found, at least not this time. Across town, several people will report witnessing odd shadows, flickering lights, and whispering voices in their homes and/or places of work. This will lead some to suspect that whatever is lurking in the forest is trying its best to lure people in.

Either way, Cheosan's Summer Festival will be a complete failure, but at least people will be talking about it for weeks to come. The videos posted about it online will inevitably attract more tourists, bringing more revenue with them, so all's well that ends well, right?

˚. ✦.˳·˖ aether & lumine

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[cfregencys]

as she continued to remain in her husband's embrace, contentment flooded through daisy as her ministrations continued on the soft cotton of his clothing. " have i told you tonight how handsome you look ? " words soft and almost reverent as she turned to face him front on and adjusted his cravat slightly, " and your wife will always come right back to your side. nothing and i mean, nothing could ever keep me away from you. " to anyone else, the words may be slightly concerning but to daisy, it was a verbal manifestation of the love they had for one another. many marriages in the ton were loveless but not theirs.

anxiousness   rampant   often,   flouncing   from   one   thought   to   the   next   before   he   even   has   time   to   process   the   last.   but   the   new   title   gained,   well   that   was   something   else   all   together.   something   he   certainly   wasn’t   prepared   for   like   many   others.   as   simple   as   it   is,   her   touch,   even   beneath   layer   upon   layer   of   cloth   and   fabric,   he   soothes   something,   calms   the   tumultuous   storm   that   rages   within.   he   keeps   her   close,   wanting   her   tucked   into   his   side   if   escape   is   not   an   option.   “   i   have   not,   it   seems   i’ve   been   too   preoccupied   chasing   my   wife   who   wandered   too   far.   ”   what   could   be   considered   possessive   was   certainly   fair   from   it   by   the   jest   in   his   tone,   for   he   never   longed   to   be   far   from   her   side.

[midnigxts]

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗'𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊 .

[wjlliam]

aimed at @renanxcarvalho. located at the luau / beach.

fair enough, it was still quite early in the evening, but that wouldn't stop william from wondering around the beach. black, sleek swimwear hugging tight his lower cheeks and colorful (and delicious!) drink in one hand, he strolled around mindlessly, eyes focused on the push-and-pull of the ocean meeting the beautiful sunset (not as colorful as he drink, though). and so, it was no surprise that he'd end up bumping into someone. "oh, hey, i'm sorry!"

william didn't leave unaffected, but the poor guy clearly had it worse. while his furry torso received a couple drops, a decent portion of his drink spilled onto the other's tight abdomen, painting the otherwise tanned skin with a multitude of colors. no cloth or paper immediately nearby, he drags his large hand through the mess, while humorously apologizing. "oops... well, aren't you glad you didn't put on a shirt today?"

[fataviam]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   . . . the streets of velaris.   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   . . . valeria zoren.   (   @ravenflcmes  ).

long strings of giggles fell from his lips as the two stumbled onto the cobblestone streets of the city. abraxas's arm sat comfortably around valeria's shoulders in an attempt to keep the spymaster safe by his side . . . or to try to keep himself upright. it was never beyond them to have a little too much fun in each other's presence, brax reserving a specific, hazy - eyed grin just for her. the house of wind was too stiff, too formal for a proper celebration of the months to come. he had practically begged valeria to accompany him to the city, to act a fool in the ' clubs ' that felt oh so reminiscent of another world.

with all the wits he still had about him, abraxas led the pair towards the edge of the sidra, deciding it a fine place to park for a moment of fresh air. ❝ do you think we should go back? ❞ he questioned, a sudden feeling of guilt for not dragging finnick along making his throat dry. worried that their high ruler might not fare as well without his guard dogs at their back. ❝ or am i overreacting as always? ❞

[impvrities]

romy  remembers  having  recently  moved  to  willow  peak  just  before  last  years  snow  frolic  event,  but  choosing  to  stay  inside  his  place  and  settle  in  before  venturing  out  into  the  cold  or  attempting  any  kind  of  ice  skating.  the  idea  of  socializing  in  a  brand  new  place  upon  arrival  was  less  than  ideal.  especially  when  he  had  lectures  and  coursework  to  prepare  for.  cold  weather  and  impending  perpetual  snowfall  did  little  to  keep  his  students  looking  forward  to  learning  or  staying  alert  in  class.  even  so,  romy  could  only  handle  so  much  nagging  from  his  coworkers  at  the  university  to  make  an  appearance  before  figuring  it  better  to  show  his  face  for  a  short  time  to  spare  any  further  headaches  at  work.

the  hot  chocolate  bar  kept  his  attention  long  enough  for  the  warmness  of  the  drink  to  have  romy  temporarily  forget  the  chill  nipping  at  his  nose,  likely  flushing  his  cheeks  an  embarrassing  lobster-red  while  the  wind  managed  to  dishevel  his  curls  even  further.  romy  is  a  moment  away  from  cursing  under  his  breath  in  dutch  on  his  decision  of  leaving  his  winter  hat  back  at  his  place  when  he  catches  the  familiar  shuttering  of  a  camera  lens.  his  pace  slows  and  his  fingerless  glove  clad  hand  tightens  its  hold  on  the  cup  of  hot  chocolate,  nearly  pushing  it  over  the  rim  and  spilling  onto  the  fabric.  after  spending  half  of  his  life  in  front  of  a  camera  in  the  name  of  fashion  magazines,  the  uneasy  sense  of  being  ever  present  of  a  camera  at  any  angle  washes  over  him.  somewhat  of  a  familiarity,  but  comparable  to  putting  on  a  pair  of  old  clothes  that  you’ve  outgrown.  blue  hues  momentarily  narrow  and  his  lips  purse  as  he  glances  around  to  follow  the  sound.  but  that’s  before  the  voice  of  the  owner  calls  out  to  him.

his  gaze  flickers  to  the  camera  in  the  other’s  hand,  pausing  for  a  brief  moment  before  closing  the  gap  between  them.  “do  you  often  take  photos  of  strangers  ??”  romy  finally  asks  in  a  dry  tone.  he  doubts  this  person  recognizes  him  from  his  modeling  career  as  they  seem  much  younger  than  him  and  unlikely  to  keep  up  with  teen  supermodels  from  years  past.  then  again,  anyone  can  run  one  of  those  odd  nostalgic  fashion  fanpages.  there’s  the  other  option  of  them  generally  being  a  creep.  then  again,  creeps  don’t  typically  raise  awareness  to  taking  photos  of  others  and  asking  permission.  “i  don’t  like  having  my  photo  taken,”  romy  adds  with  a  slight  huff,  but  reluctant  to  admit  that  photography  is  an  artform  not  appreciated  by  most  and  he  understands  the  passion  despite  his  dislike  of  being  the  object  of  such  art.  “you  can  keep  it.  just  don’t  do  any  weird  shit  with  it  or  post  it  online.”

open starter !

Lina hadn’t been old enough to remember Polish winters by the time the Marek family had packed up and moved to London; she wondered, on occasion, whether they would have prepared her in any capacity for the winters Chicago was home to but she doubted it. At the very least she was relieved that the pains in her leg that winter had brought with it when she was a little girl had long since faded into the past and it was one less thing to worry about when the weather turned. It was, she admitted as she wandered the festival going on in the neighborhood, quite beautiful when she gave herself time to appreciate it— much better than being confined to a studio with little to no proper fresh air for the day. 

She’d requested a rare day off simply to give herself time not to have to think about deadlines or cranky models or organizing plans for sets for her next photoshoot, something she did quite rarely considering her relative newness at the magazine but a much needed break all the same. She fiddled with the settings on the old Yashica camera she’d brought with her for the afternoon— raising the viewfinder to her eye and snapping a handful of photos to test later. 

Green eyes flickered towards the person she’d caught in several of the photos and though she imagined they’d make a perfectly lovely subject— she figured she ought to let them know they had, in fact, been caught on film. “Excuse me!” Lina called, raising a hand in an effort to catch their attention and smiling warmly when that seemed to do the trick. “Not to sound… completely insane when I’m chatting to a stranger but I think I might’ve got you in one of my shots,” she paused to raise the camera as if to demonstrate that she was not, in fact, insane. “Is it alright if I keep it once it’s developed? I’m perfectly happy to consign it to the bin in my dark room but I do tend to ask before I commit to sending a photo to an early grave.”