#Ft. Chandler

[jazfields]

Christmas Presents - Friends edition

Jasmine is a self-proclaimed bad gift giver, but it's because she never knows what things to get people. Her main love language is quality time, but you can't really put a bow on experiences with people. She's the kind of person who keeps a stockpile of different kinds of chocolate, candles, and scratch tickets if she ever needs a last-minute gift for someone.

[However, specific gifts to some under the read more]

Lena [ @lenavaz ] - gets money designated for a spa day for her (& Sophia and Marisol). Jaz doesn't want to assume any logistics, so it's either to schedule something or get the supplies to do something more DIY.

Going with the experience theme, a few friends get passports designated to review certain kinds of activities.

Book Passport - Zarah [ @zalder ] & Jayla [ @xjaylahopkins ] Coffee Passport - Ant [ @anthwang ] Recipe Passport - Chandler [ @chvndlr ] & Elise [ @elisequinn ]

Clara [ @claraquinn ] - gets a cooler full of snow at her doorstep.

[theobrowningfd]

Merry Christmas @darpow! Hope you have a great holiday. Got you a leather bound journal to rite notes in, a cool tudar candle, and neat bookends that reminded me of you! Thanks for being a great friend.

Your friend,

Theo

Merry Christmas @joshlane! My motorcycle gang pal and friend since the good old days. Got you some things to make riding that much easier. Including a heated seat pad, a backpack to held your helmet and charge your phone! And a motorcycle shaped bottle opener. Thanks for being a great friend.

Your friend,

Theo

Merry Christmas @yoon-nyeon! Hope you have a great holiday. Got you a nice foot massager for after those long shifts working, a heated undershirt because these winters suck, and a new pair of durable sunglasses. Thanks for always being a friend!

Your friend,

Theo

Merry Christmas @chvndlr! Hope you have a great holiday. Thanks for always being a great friend and someone to talk to. I got you some gloves to wear while photographing outside (they'll keep your hands warm, a monocular if you use your phone for photos, and lastly a vintage camera that was repurposed into a lamp.

Your friend,

Theo

[jawbrkrs]

she  could  feel  his  eyes  on  her  all  night. sneaking  her  own  looks  every  now  and  then  as  her  date  preoccupied  himself,  didn’t  hurt  anyone  right  ?  “  you  know  staring,  is  usually  considered  to  be  pretty  rude. ”  taking  a  sip  from  her  glass,  as  she  approached  him  from  behind. | @tearsfill

[savstone-rp]

@chvndlr

FRIENDS • S2E09 • “The One With Phoebe's Dad”

[fadingmadness]

✦ ↬ closed starter ft @starsdrew ( chandler bing & monica geller )

chandler shook his head as he looked at her. how monica still didn't know who he was astonished him, but he didn't know how to explain all of that to her. "so what are you up to?"

[aishathevar]

who: aisha & closed.

where: cassidy's candies, the coast

when: march, 2024

Aisha hadn't celebrated Easter but still liked making baskets for her friends. So on an afternoon she was free, she headed to the candy shop to pick up some things. Stepping inside, she glanced around at the brightly colored candy, realizing it was busier than expected. Which was fair, because she always waited until the last minute. She didn't mind the wait though, as she stepped in line, trying to decide what to buy. Also deciding to make a bit of conversation while they waited. "So, important question-- do you have a favorite holiday candy?"

[silkchvffon]

closed for @invcntions as per usual atp

« LINCOLN, PLEASE, » marci begs as she pounds on his door, her heart racing so hard in her chest that it's the only thing she can hear. « i know you're angry, you have every right to be, but this is urgent. » she recalls kyle's words and feels the noose around her throat tighten with the memory. she shouldn't have said half the things she did, and now she has to live with the consequences — which isn't what scares her. the truly terrifying part is she can't ensure her boys' safety. « it might ... i don't ... koa and elias might be in danger. »

[smad-lesbian]

CHANSAW PROPAGANDA OUR NUMBERS OUR DOWN! GO MY TROOPS

As always TW: Implied Child Abuse, depictions of wounds (not graphic, but if that stuff triggers you, either don't read or proceed with caution)

"You need to be more careful!"

Chandler scolded as she continued patching the wounds on Veronica's scared back. Veronica merely hummed, she had been quiet all day, except for the occasional hiss of pain.

Chandler fussed over her, this wasn't normal. She knew Veronica was confrontational, but that was one thing, showing up to Chandler's house at least once a week needing medical attention.

This wasn't just a 'I got into a street fight and got badly injured' this was a 'someone is after me and they are hurting me' kind of situation.

The most infuriating part was that Veronica wouldn't budge when asked who was hurting her, she would always change the subject or stay quiet and leave.

Chandler felt Veronica lean into her cold touch. Chandler ran her hand through her hair. She felt Veronica's breathing decrease slowly.

Quiet snores filled the air.

[jroycethethird]

setting: sometime after the full moon, briar-rose’s apartment

featuring: royce van doren iii & briar-rose reed @briarreed

The question that had been on everyone’s mind since they felt something amiss had soon after been answered. A death. There had been a death in the coven. It came as no shock, they had been waiting for some time now to see the end of the curse wrought by Rohan realized, but it hadn’t changed the impact. A life was taken, and someone would forever be changed. This was the baseline fact. When the news broke, there was a sigh of relief but then came the surreal aftershock of it. The Supreme’s sister had been the one to pay the price, and now she was a vampire. Severed from her magic, from that fundamental thing that he suspected in huge part made her who he was. What would Royce himself be without magic? He couldn’t fathom it, couldn’t fathom going through such a drastic change, all in one torrential night.

Royce thought for a flash of a second to read Poppy’s thoughts on it, to glean what she may have been feeling as she addressed the group but ultimately chose against it. Some things he felt were truly too private. Instead he looked at his own sisters among the other witches, looked at the relief and grief stricken looks in their eyes. Relief they were alive and no longer threatened, grief over the loss of another. He wondered how it would have been for him had it been one of them, but Royce couldn’t handle the painful thought for too long. He would be broken, even if they came out immortal and strong after the ordeal. How does one cope? Pushing that fruitless thought aside, he’d made up his mind then and there on what he would do next: He would go and visit Briar-Rose Reed.

It was only right to pay your respects to the dead, after all.

Speeding to a halt on the side of the road, in a spot that was clearly not meant for parking, Royce emerged from his cherry red ‘63 Datsun Roadster in a fine linen suit, hair combed elegantly back from his face. He loathed Downtown, but some tasks came with necessary evil, or so he thought as he tried to follow his phone navigation to her door. He knocked twice, plastered on a pleasant grin when the knob turned… only to be greeted by a giant oaf of a man. A vaguely familiar one at that. “Jimmy?” Royce asked with a furrowed brow. “Jimmy Callahan, what are you doing here?” Did he get the wrong address? He swore he double checked and this was right.

The other man frowned in confusion before slowly responding, speaking each syllable in a way that to Royce felt like the giant was speaking for the first time. “…You know my name is Julian, right? Julian Chandler. Is this some kind of bit?”

Huh, could have sworn it was Jimmy Callahan, Royce thought. “You learn something new everyday,” he waved at the brunette dismissively. “Tomato, Tomahto, whatever Shakespeare said about roses and different names — Say, maybe you can help me, clearly I have the wrong address. I’m looking for Briar-Rose Reed’s home? Is she your neighbor?” The man grew defensive and narrowed suspicious blue eyes at Royce, which he instantly resented.

Jimmy, or, sorry, Julian as he claimed to be, raised a brow, “No, this is her place… Is she expecting you, because you know she’s been through a lot, Van Doren. I think she’d maybe like to be alone—”

”No, she isn’t expecting me, but I assure you it’s a cordial visit,” Royce said, a direct response to the suspicion that was evident in the vampire’s mind. When Julian’s mouth opened to speak again, he quickly cut him off. “Look, it’s Coven business, at least… A final bit of it, if you don’t mind I’d like to talk to her for just a bit.” It was silent and he noticed the way the man turned his head slightly back in the house, his lips barely moving. Royce raised a brow curiously, but only smiled politely when the other man slunk back into the shadows and allowed him space to answer.

It hadn’t been long, following the giant man further in, before he’d seen the girl in question. She didn’t look much different from the last time he’d crossed paths with her, looking just like her ordinary self. Of course, she’d look that way forever. With a small sort of grin, Royce greeted her with a raise of his head. “Briar-Rose,” he sing sang her name. “I’m sure I’m not the first, but let me be the latest to say immortality becomes you,” he said with a small sort of smirk before his features softened to a bit. That was until he spotted the tall shadow lingering in the corner. “…Does your bodyguard ever take a break?” He quipped. “Go on, go on now, Jimbo, go read some books, shoo,” he waved at him. Julian frowned and exchanged a look with Briar before he announced he’d be going to another room. Royce watched the tall man leave and murmured, “Out of sight, but certainly not out of ear shot, hm?” He turned then to the young woman before him.

“The Sup…. Poppy broke the news to the coven,” he started slowly, delicately, trying not to focus on thoughts he figured were burdened with grief and powerfully sad emotions. Emphasis on try. “I know words mean so little, and I’m sure you’ve heard it all, but… I’m very terribly sorry that this happened to you.” He ran through what ifs, a lot of them since he’d started sticking around town more. What if he had taken this job more seriously? What if he’d helped put the foot down more strongly on dark magic usage? What if they could have prevented this? Would she still be normal, whatever that meant in a town like this? He had been quietly responding to the damages the witches did around town in his own way. He gave Todd Miller a job to help him sustain himself in his new life, he offered to help finance the repairs at the hotel and casino, and now he was here. Now Royce was looking a former witch in the eye and trying to give his condolences to all she lost. To the person she no longer was. “May I sit with you? For a bit… I know you’ll think it’s not genuine, and it might not be, but I’m here, at least one final time, as the coven advisor to see a fellow witch. One who I think might just need some company?” He didn’t see Briar-Rose when he looked at her then. He saw Kathy or Cec, his darling little sisters whom he would be devastated to see in that same spot. That was the thought that propelled him to be there. He wasn’t a nice man, not really… but he could try. He thought maybe he had it in him to try this once.

[moonglowmagic]

Who: @julianrchandlerx

Where: Starlight Bar

"You don't have to worry about me burning off your chest nuts tonight." She informed him as she attempted to light the candle in front of her and it didn't light. "Magic's out for the witches." She explained with a sigh, she raked a hang through her blonde hair. "As you can I'm sure tell by the many patrons here tonight." The bar was packed with witches wanting to drown out their magical sorrows for the night. "So what are you drinking, Chestnuts?"

[nicocastillo]

closed starter for @julianrchandlerx where: outside spilled ink when: a nice normal evening in mid-march

·✥·

Nico squinted into the darkened windows of the tattoo parlour, having only passed by it on a whim and gotten distracted by the designs on display. Thunder waited patiently at his feet, placated by the promise of the beach at the end of this adventure. "Might be better just to wing it," Nico told him, as though he had some vested interest in what designs his owners put on their bodies. "Alright, we'll figure it out later—" He caught sight of Julian across the street, though, and immediately brightened. "Julian! Hey," he waved, and jogged across to the other man, Thunder in tow. "How've you been, man? Hey—" the question occurring in real time to him. "You're an artist—what's your opinion on tattoos? I've only ever gotten non-magical ones, which, you know, don't really last on me? And Thunder doesn't seem to have any strong opinions about it," he said, nodding to the dog.

[masonxmahir]

Caricature of Mason as sketched by Julian

[julianrchandlerx]

Before heading over to her evening classes, Nesrim stopped by Julian’s house and left a gift box with a message attached.

“I know you must be going through a lot right now, but don’t be a stranger, okay? It’s in my nature to care for others, but in case you aren't  doing okay, I hope Moo can make you feel slightly better. I miss talking to you.

Love,

Nesrim.”

Julian had heard her coming, a fascinating and equally annoying new ability which made him rather jumpy all the time. Heightened sense of hearing was really weird (especially when people were breathing with their mouths nearby), but especially when people came by. He was starting to learn how to identify people from sounds and smells. Their unique gait, the various elements of their signature scents, it was all being cataloged into Julian’s brain as he spent endless days trying to get used to and understanding his new abilities. While he technically hadn’t seen Nesrim since the fateful night he changed, he did recognize her scent. It had lingered on the pillow she slept on when she stayed the night after that first date. Come Friday when he became a vampire and returned to his home, he recognized that faint blend of lavender and mint which soon consumed his mind.

Standing on the opposite side of the door when he heard someone approaching, he waited in silence (very easy since he now didn’t really need to, like, breathe or anything) and could tell who it was soon after. When he heard her walk away, only then did Julian open the door just enough to snatch up the package she left behind and retreat into the cold, dark comfort of his apartment. He would spend far too long dwelling on the word “love” in her delicate script. Love? Love?? Why did she sign off with ‘Love’? What did that mean?

When his mind finally stopped reeling, Julian looked at the crocheted cow who was so appropriately named ‘Moo’. The smile that tugged at his lips was large and genuine, broader than it had been in the days since his transformation while he wrestled and tried to grasp what had happened to him that night on the dance floor (the death part). In fact, it had caused him to forget the flood of strange emotions and sensations he had been dealing with since. For a moment, he just felt normal. “You should text her,” he said in a funny voice, making the cow nod its head at him as though it were speaking to him. You are so right, Mr. Moo, I really should… 

[ccmpletemess]

closed starter for @prcttyvxnom ( cara & chandler ! )

"I just wanted to say it's a pleasure to work with you," Cara smiled softly, looking up from the paperwork she was currently working on. "Do you want a coffee? I was just going to grab one."

[sncwangcl]

@bluejeanbaby

It seems that your weird matches my weird. We should kiss. I mean we should fuck. I mean we should be friends.

[fadingmadness]

✦ ↬ closed starter ft @starsdrew ( chandler bing & monica geller )

chandler had been sitting down at the cafe with a coffee in front of him. it was nothing like central perk, but then again nothing was. when he looked up, he spotted her. "monica?" he questioned, picking up his cup of coffee and taking a sip. he didn't know if he expected to see her or was worried that she was here too.