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[grtivas]

🏹⠀ ── ⠀ @chaos--mode liked for a one liner starter

"i‘d absolutely back you up on that. if you were right. which you aren’t."

[antiquecritique]

|| Kayla & Duncan ||

Knowing Kayla, Duncan considered it only a matter of time when Greywood would finally see her coming back. After all, this town had everything she held dear, which was first and foremost family. They shared that particular dedication along with their sire and progeny bond, although Duncan could no longer feel the love for his family in the same way he once did due to his condition. However, the duty remained and it was so deeply rooted into Duncan’s morals and ethics, which were now the only guidelines to his purpose on this earth. He had almost no wants and very few needs, no longer guided by passions, emotions or dreams as those stemmed from things he was slowly losing touch with. What remained was only what Duncan deemed important and in that he was rock solid. 

How he knew that she was in Greywood was a mystery, but he somehow knew. The same way he knew that J.C had moved into the city and where each and every one of the Baudelaires were. But unlike with the mortal Baudelaires, he made himself known to Kayla by directly visiting her all of a sudden one day, appearing at the door to her home in Mystic Grove unannounced yet somehow very aware that she was in. Just mysterious sire ways, apparently. 

Needless to say, he hadn’t changed a day in these past odd forty years since Kayla’s turning. And it might as well have been mere days since they parted ways. He dressed the same, combed his hair the same, even smelled very similarly to how he always would - of old leather, wood polish, fresh pine and something warm and akin to cinnamon. “So you have come home, Kayla.” Was the first thing he’d said, once she opened her door.

@kaylabaudelaire

[pacificgrimsarc]

@thesongbiird | beth x kirk

"Don't come any closer," he warned between a bout of coughs. His chest and throat ached. It seemed as if a whole day out shoveling and plowing others' driveways during the big snowstorm a couple days ago had finally gotten to him... which he hated, because Kirk thought himself Superman. It was only morning; the prospect of a whole day in bed might as well have been doomsday approaching. Worse, he couldn't spend his only day off from working at the coffee shop with Beth like he'd originally planned. "I don't wanna give you whatever funk I got."

[esotericdescent]

@novinare, plotted starter for Wylan.

   Kaz Brekker did not like the unease that always seemed to descend upon him whenever he sought out information on this particular project. The fear and the dread always sank its talons into him whether he liked it or not; all he could recall was the icy cold waters of fifth harbor swallowing him whole only for him to be forcibly dragged out again, Jordie's voice berating him more harshly than he'd ever done in life. He remembered the distant feeling that something was wrong, that he needed to find a way out, he needed to get his crew out, they were depending on him, but ... his shame, his greatest weakness had gripped him too tightly, unwilling to relinquish its hold on him. He hadn't been strong enough to fight it.

   He swallowed down the memories of dread and helpless panic as he ascended the steps to Wylan's door, the familiar dull ache in his leg grounding him. It was an incredibly useful poison, diabolical even, but an antidote was the most important goal. Kaz would prefer to live the rest of his days without having to chew and swallow a live insect ever again, if he could help it. Not to mention, if anyone could manage to create an antidote borne of something so rare, he'd come to recognize that it would be Wylan.

   ❝So ...❞ Kaz's low rasp cut through the small, dim space that Wylan had scrounged together as his own as he entered. ❝I see today is not the day I find you dying from a poison of your own making.❞ His cane — a different one than he'd started with, a crow skull with a sharp, menacing beak — clanked against the concrete floor as he limped down the stairs and ventured closer. The table he approached had all the things Kaz had grown used to seeing when he came here; beakers, bottles of various substances, sometimes an open flame. His calculating gaze swept over it all ... as he'd long-since learned not to touch anything.

   ❝Have you made progress? ❞ His eyes flicked upward, seeking to study Wylan's features. Part of it was instinct, watching closely to catch a lie, a secret, or to confirm honesty, but ... Wylan wasn't much of a liar, anyway, was he? Looks can be deceiving, came the internal reminder.

[hollowpit]

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜ ( sabrina to nick !! )

the words worked like a button, triggering a smile on his face — one of the purest he’d worn in a very long time. “ i knew that hunch to visit you wasn’t in vain ” he said, his tone light and playful, though the sincerity behind his words was unmistakable. he settled on the edge of her bed, careful not to overstep any boundaries, the same warm smile still lingering.

“ something on your mind? ” he was hers, completely. she had taught him how to love, after all. and while the physical attraction between them was undeniable, so was the emotional connection. his concern for her well-being was genuine, a testament to the depth of their bond.

[moonglowmuses]

it terrified the man to his core that there could be elite hunting perpetrators at large. he hadn't survived their violence in the long run. he'd always cared about kana. but he cared about her even more now that they were getting married. when he encountered beth, he didn't know who she was. but he felt a pull towards her and he didn't know why that was the case. perhaps she could help him to understand himself in a deeper fashion. "i don't mean to pry, but... are you also thinking about the FUCKED UP THINGS that you've been through?"

@daydrcamings

[ispyspookymansion]

BOO!

oh sorry….come in…..hello…welcome to my halloween party ^_^ feel free to take a piece of candy and a goodie bag before you go okay? have a fun (and nostalgic) halloween season!!

[nevesceramics]

Comfort

2024

cone 02 red earthenware, underglaze

available in one hour! (noon CST)

[crumbpigeon]

what else ought there be?

[gotchibam]

Shiny Mimikyu, Shiny Sylveon, and Shiny Whimsicott ko-fi doodle for wanderbanana! ✨

[blatantlyhidden]

poor little meow meow of the hour

[badolmen]

They don’t even attempt to assassinate US politicians anymore. You notice that? Not since the anthrax scare back for… who was it, Barack? And even that… pathetic. This new generation has no respect for an honest hitman. I’m not sure this new generation has any honest hitman - you see that shit with Boeing? Sloppy, fucking disgraceful - you kill the whistleblowers before they get halfway to a lawsuit. What kind of fucking amateur is doing faked suicides the night before testimony? Goddamn greenhorns. Back in my day someone tried to shoot Ronald Reagan in broad daylight. There used to be bomb threats to Congress. I took out a few union leaders in the utilities sector myself. Today’s generation? Won’t even threaten to throw a punch - not even over on that - what’s it now, ‘X’? They got no guts. None! And they don’t even have poor impulse control to boot! Too much of that - that panopticon anxiety bullshit. “Oh what if I get a called out post???” People used to send the president letters full of bioweapons. In the mail! Today’s generation? Not a chance. All because of woke.

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[triona-tribblescore]

I cant stop thinking about them :'( 🩷🩷✨✨ drew my human designs for a wee change of pace uvu

[mcmorare]

@hidefire sent: a little help , please . | w.e s4 starters

“Oh, shit.” Katrina’s brows furrowed slightly - that looked like blood. Maybe she wasn’t exactly the picture of friendliness, but she wasn’t going to just ignore someone who was hurt. She did have morals. Taking a step closer, she eyed the blonde, trying to gauge just how serious the injury was. “What happened to you?”

[lilybug-02]

Pain is a great motivator…

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Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!