#VERSE 01 tbd

[whosxafraid]

...WRONG CHANNEL!!

starter requested by @little-earthquakes-rp

Darkness.

The kind you could cut with a knife. The kind that if you did he'd feel it instantly. And you wouldn't know what hit you even when you woke up in your chosen afterlife. But its only would because he's not after the living tonight is he? Not in the mortal sense at least. And a little more liquor is cast onto the coals. Where it sizzles and a flame here and there flares up.

D'feck be d'is gobshoi'te?

He's said the proper rites, he'd baited his trap accordingly. And still there is silence that stretches on endlessly. The warmth of the Arizona desert bleeds from the ground at his feet. Attempts to become a mist but reaches nothing more than a ghosting idea of it. Its not cold enough. The fecking shite isn't biting.

A growl that echoes through the nothingness of empty wilderness. He doesn't like being toyed with. And to be honest he's had enough of these fallen angel brats. Dealt with three of them just last week. Granted that had been in a different part of the world entire and those demons had actually been quite civil. Admitted they were just lost, and were attempting to find their exit number. One that they'd some how missed three hundered miles back. That had been a long drive. But at least they had returned to their own plane with zero violence required. Definitely a live and let live day there.

The exact opposite of tonight. Because this particular 'daddy doesn't love me anymore' has an attitude, and judging by an immortal's other senses as well as his common one? This demon is younger then the others he had the pleasure of last week. This demon thinks it has something to prove but unfortunately for it Luka actually does. Have something to prove that is. And what that is? Is that he can still bag a demon and drop kick it back to hell with time to spare for a proper meal and a pint or three.

[unpunishble]

@blbcabelts sent —

blood, becky cleans blood off of rhea.

it was no rare occasion that the eradicator played dirty, either to help herself or her teammates. & usually, she could handle it on her own. though, she never say no to backup, even when it didn't go their way. admittedly, being hoisted backstage by the man was something rhea found delicious comfort in. despite the blindsided attack, she was grinning. thick accent mumbling something about being carried by her man, as she looked over at becky––obvious flow of blood from her nose smeared down to her mouth made it look more wicked. the hand not linked to the arm that was wrapped securely around the older's waist reached up and touched her own nose, finally registering the loss. "ow." she hummed playfully then eyebrows quickly furrowing. "shit. did my piercings fall out too?"

[thiefofcrows]

Plotted starter for @cruelprincae

    The first time Kaz had glimpsed one of the creatures was a dead one, as was his luck. It had been the strangest thing and, for a moment, Kaz’s mind had been reeling, trying to make sense of what he'd been seeing. Had he not looked closer, he may not have recognized the bartender Kobus Sieben. He’d merely worked in one of the Pubs and Kaz had a standing arrangement with him to glean useful secrets the man collected from the patrons who couldn’t keep their mouths shut after a few drinks.

   He now possessed an eerie, inhuman kind of beauty, even in death. His skin had clearly been a color Kaz never seen on a person before; his ears were pointed, and attached to his back were a pair of crumpled wings … it hadn’t made any sense, but there was no denying what he was seeing was indeed real. The disguise that had made him look human had been the trick and it had fooled him. It was as if the concept had entrapped Kaz’s mind — he’d needed to unravel the secrets of, not only how the trick had been done in the first place, but what these creatures were, where they’d come from. If they could disguise themselves so thoroughly without the aid of a tailor, what else were they capable of?

   He’d started with looking into the people that had seemingly materialized out of nothing one day, stepping off of a ship, arriving in a carriage from Saints knew where. These people had no contacts outside of that time frame, no one they’d known any longer than that — and, lo and behold, Kaz eventually found what  he was looking for. However, he’d also learned the hard way that he needed to protect himself against their will being forced upon him. Once he’d figured that out, getting information out of them became relatively easy, given how susceptible they were to bribes. They were glad to receive real kruge and, of course, they liked to drink. He’d made a deal with one in order to gain what they called The Sight, which allowed him to see their kind for what they really were, rather than being fooled by their disguises.

   They’d merely become one of his many contacts with which he would get information — and eventually, Kaz heard about the Prince that was seemingly walking among them. A Prince who had evidently escaped the burden of rule over a kingdom he’d never heard of, nor seen on any maps. Someone who could potentially become a King, someone who no doubt had a vast amount of knowledge and leverage that Kaz could use.

   He could see Pekka Rollin’s life, his livelihood, being swiftly demolished with precise, deliberate blows. He could see a path forged to finally rid the Dregs of Per Haskell’s authority, to take his place and never have to take another order from some old man who only ever wanted to drink, build model ships and talk about his glory days, rather than run a gang. After all, it was all thanks to Kaz that they were one of the most powerful gangs in Ketterdam; Per Haskell hadn’t even managed to put a decent roof over their heads, let alone lead them to any worthwhile gains.

   The Prince hadn’t even been difficult to find, in the end — he was one of the patrons that showed up at the Crow Club to drink copious amounts of alcohol and trick people out of their kruge. Not to mention, he was paying for all of that alcohol with glamored money, at least at the start. That in itself was something Kaz would have to put a stop to, regardless of any other intentions he had.

   After successfully arming himself as well as the bouncers against the enchantments the Prince would no doubt use to try to escape the situation, Kaz made his way to his desk, his cane thunk-ing against the wooden floor. He rested it against the inner edge of the desk, next to him and within easy reach if necessary … and, when the door swung open, his two bouncers on either side of Cardan, he leaned down to rest his hands atop his desk, watching as they crossed the room before forcing the Prince into a chair. He was glamoured, of course, but Kaz could see through it now.

  ❝Looks like your days of tricking my customers out of their kruge has come to an end. Normally I would say, given how much alcohol you buy when you’re here, that might make up for a portion of it, but ... I suspect there’s a fifty-fifty chance it isn’t real. Which means you’ve been stealing from me as well,❞ said Kaz, his rock salt rasp adding just the right amount of weight to his words, his dark eyes piercing, calculating. While he had certainly manipulated and cheated his way through a multitude of card games, that simply made it incredibly difficult to do it on his watch. Now, not even those who evidently used a kind of power unknown to most could get away with it.

    ❝So … you’re not leaving this office, not until we make a deal.❞

[hellmartyr]

i need to atone for my recent history . — @antithesederzeit / holy war

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 to produce an asshole gaping enough to rattle the harrington regime. it’d been one hell of a shake-up, the white collar king deposed by a blue collar hellion. it was enough to put the fear in much of the high school’s populace, but from eddie’s vantage point billy hargrove’s true nature couldn’t be more obvious. birds of a feather don’t always flock together, but they sure as hell recognize their kin. and eddie munson could see it, clear as day, all the way down in the seedy mud of his social trenches.

      hargrove would’ve loved to convince the hawkins-bred that he was a power fantasy adonis. the rightful heir to every chick. while that facade meant something to some, it read pitiful chest thumping to eddie. nothing without sad, self-loathing purpose in every blowhard, big bad wolfism. he was overcompensating himself into a monster, to protect himself from what lurked at home. which is why little billy beseeching with curved humility between his legs tickled eddie’s family history.

      a wily smile chided his he-manic counterpart for his inability to tell the difference between himself and one wild, little sister. maybe hargrove witnessing their respective middle fingers more than their actual faces was to blame for the mistake in identity.

      passively perched on the patchy red paint on the curb, eddie rapped his fingers in succession against a half-hollowed coke can. the sweet brown sucrose inside sloshed, stickily harmonizing with the metallic echo.

      ❝ i get the striking resemblance, but last i checked i wasn’t your sister. ❞ citric acid and caramel fizzled as the musician took a sip, smacked his lips, and set the can aside. ❝ i’m not the one you need to atone to. ❞

[thesmokingun]

@rachalcx​ asked:  ‘i'm just not ready to deal with it right now.’

COMPILATION OF THINGS MY MUSE SAID status : accepting!!

'then  don't. just  say  fuck  it.'  that  was  nat's  advice  to  everything  she  didn't  want  to  deal  with. in  her  mind  it  was  pretty  sound  advice  so  she  didn't  feel  bad  giving  it  to  someone  else. 'no  one's  gonna  make  you.'  she  sure  as  hell  wasn't  going  to. she  had  enough  of  her  own  stuff  to  worry  about  without  policing  other  people's  shit  on  top  of  it. 'and  if  anyone  gets  on  you  about  it,  tell  them  to  go  fuck  themselves.'  more  great  advice. 'that's  what  i  do  and  it  works  for  me.'

[scoundrvls]

𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌 under the planet’s whorled, volcanic crust reverberated on the fringes of the senses. unsettling, but not unsurprising. the planet was a hub of destructive activity, both native and alien. a nearby asteroid belt was constantly teased by the planet’s fluctuating gravity, constantly snatching handfuls of flaming rocks to bombard itself on a regular basis. that innate instability turned the thermal activity underfoot into a loose ion cannon never erupted from a fixed point, rather wherever the kriffing thing wished.

      still, life — stubbornly stupid as it was —- found a way to carve out niches in such a bleak setting. the tirade of destruction didn’t dissuade evolution, merely drove it underground ( which meant bane wasn’t keen on meeting the source of the subterranean singing ). made this thermo-blasted piece of rock floating in the middle of an isolated pit in the outer rim a perfect spot for the jedi order’s ancient enemies to flock to.

      one of their temples, originally built more than a thousand metres below. cataclysmic violence had ripped it from its submerged cradle, exposing the geometric cap to the elements. the structure was ancient in the days of the old republic; another three millennia hardly made a dent in the ritualistic symmetry.

i'm not finished with it yet . — @mutatiio as 𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐋 / workaholics

      ❝ that so? ❞ a hiss of air sucked between teeth. blue fingers discarded the gnawed pick cad fixated on for the past several hours. the salivated sliver bounced across the hollow earth, tickling the foot of the temple’s head.

      ❝ you either keep walking or get left behind. ❞ from the corner of his bulbous eyes, cad kept watch. not on his companion, but the sith construct yawning out of its grave. more wary of the dead stones than the bright red zabrak he sensed several steps beyond his shoulder. ❝ it makes no difference to me. ❞

[honorhunt]

what a twisted little soul you have . — @mpiremoff / god of war: ragnarok

𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐘.

      imps truly had a gift for slithering comments at the most inopportune moments. it set fett’s teeth on edge the way the collectives of stiff collars used insipid tones to posture over each other. whoever could stick their nose the highest proclaimed themself the superior being. and the poise of the moff’s voice said he was accustomed to winning that game.

      ❝ need your eyes checked, gideon, that’s your reflection in the visor. ❞

[laresearchette]

Friday, December 01, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: FROG AND TOAD: CHRISTMAS EVE (Apple TV+) SHAPE ISLAND: THE WINTER BLUES (HGTV Canada) THE SNOOPY SHOW: HAPPINESS IS HOLIDAY TRADITIONS (Apple TV +) SPIRITED - SING ALONG VERSION (Apple TV+) IT’S A WONDERFUL KNIFE (Shudder) MY NORWEGIAN HOLIDAY (W Network) 8:00pm POWER BOOK III: RAISING KANAN (Starz Canada) 9:00pm THE UNBELIEVABLE WITH DAN AYKROYD (History Canada) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? SEXIEST SPLASH PADS (TBD - HGTV Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA CANDY CANE LANE MY MAN IS CUPID

CBC GEM CALL THE MIDWIFE (Season 12 holiday specials) DAS BOOT (Season 4) THE NEXT STEP(Season 5) ODD SQUAD (Season 2B)

CRAVE TV THE ART OF WOO ATANARJUAT: THE FAST RUNNER BAD BOYS BAD BOYS II CHILDREN RUIN EVERYTHING (Season 3) CHRISTMAS TIME IS HERE INSIDIOUS: THE RED DOOR JOY RIDE KILL BILL VOL. 1 KILL BILL VOL. 2 THE KILLING KIND (Season 1) MUCH ADO ABOUT CHRISTMAS NEW YEAR’S EVE – STARZ NURSE FIGHTER BOY – STARZ THE O.C. (Seasons 1 - 4) A PARIS CHRISTMAS WALTZ POWER BOOK III: RAISING KANAN (Season 3, Episode 1) SLEEPLESS IN SEATLE STORIES WE TELL THE TAKE BACK (SPECIAL PREMIERE)

DISNEY + STAR EXPLORER: LAKE OF FIRE INDIANA JONES AND THE DIAL OF DESTINY THE MILL THE SHEPHERD SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE TIMELESS HEROES: INDIANA JONES & HARRISON FORD

NETFLIX CANADA BAD BOYS II CHRONICLE CONFESS, FETCH THE CRAFT HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS IT’S COMPLICATED JULIE & JULIA MAY DECEMBER OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY PRIDE & PREJUDICE SHREK SWEET HOME (Season 2) (KR) TRANSPLANT (Seasons 1-3)

2023 FIFA MEN'S U17 WORLD CUP (TSN3) 6:48am: Third Place Match - Argentina vs. Mali

G LEAGUE BASKETBALL (TSN4) 11:00am: Maine vs. Raptors 905

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Sharks vs. Devils (TSN5) 7:00pm: Sens vs. Blue Jackets

NLL LACROSSE (TSN) 7:00pm: Rush vs. Thunderbirds (TSN/TSN5) 10:00pm: Panther City vs. Warriors

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 7:30pm: 76ers vs. Celtics (TSN3/TSN4) 7:30pm: Knicks vs. Raptors (TSN3) 10:00pm: Nuggets vs. Suns

AMPLIFY (APTN) 7:30pm: Cree spoken word artist Zoey Roy meets with legendary Métis artist and activist Maria Campbell, who inspires a piece about the power of celebration. Zoey shares stories about her childhood and how her struggles helped inspire a rich creative spirit.

MARKETPLACE (CBC) 8:00pm: A Montreal lawyer discusses taking on the fight against Ticketmaster over its handling of concert ticket sales; a Canadian reseller shares how he scores tickets and resells them for a profit; the company's former CEO speaks out.

7TH GEN (APTN) 8:00pm: Melissa Brown is an Anishinaabe-Jamaican woman from Winnipeg who grew up in the inner city. Learn about how this entrepreneur, chef and mother is creating the change she wants to see in her community.

MY CHRISTMAS HERO (CTV Life) 8:00pm: An army reserve doctor tracks down her family's military history with the help of a new romance.

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF JERSEY (Slice) 8:00pm: Raising the Stakes

A PRINCE AND PAUPER CHRISTMAS (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: When a down-on-his luck confidential informant in a criminal investigation suddenly goes missing, a desperate young federal agent recruits his doppelgänger to play the role.

PLANET WONDER (CBC) 8:30pm: From farm to fork, petri dish to plate, Johanna seeks sustainability in food.

FRIDAY NIGHT THUNDER (APTN) 8:30pm: Alex Hill has been out all season struggling with anxiety, but she decides to try one race before the season ends. With the help of her team and family, she overcomes her fears and gets in a night of racing at Devil's Bowl Speedway in Texas.

THE FIFTH ESTATE (CBC) 9:00pm

CHRISTMAS UNFILTERED (CTV2) 9:00pm: On Christmas Eve, Becky wishes that her family would truly hear her. All of her thoughts and frustrations begin to spill out as she inadvertently starts telling everyone what she really thinks.

JUSTICE LEAGUE X RWBY: SUPER HEROES & HUNTSMEN PART ONE (adult swim) 9:00pm: Members of the Justice League are transported to the world of Remnant and find themselves turned into teenagers. The Remnant heroes combine forces with the Justice League to uncover why their planet has been mysteriously altered.

CHRISTMAS IN PARADISE (Crave) 9:00pm: Three quirky sisters enjoy some fun in the sun when they reunite with their estranged father in the Caribbean during the holidays.

W5 (CTV) 10:00pm: Searching for Sam; Boom Boom Chuvalo

CRIME BEAT (Global) 10:00pm: The Deadly Night Shift

[hellmartyr]

guess i lied . — @petitsdieu / phoebe bridgers

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 rode through the waves of a shaggy mane. twisted locks slipped from between his pale fingers, falling back against his face like strips of curtain. it was a chopped, disheartened chuckle that followed silver fingers tangled on a knot. eddie gave his scalp a plaintive scratch as if loosening the tightly wound thoughts pummeling the inner ducts of his skull.

      ❝ well, at least you’re honest about that. ❞

[amortales]

#AMORTALES.   an independent, highly private and selective multimuse rp blog for a variety of characters as featured in different forms of media.   extremely sporadic activity.   using beta editor.  「 low-key, low-effort. 」

carrd. memes.  pinterest.  info here:

01. if you’re below the age of eighteen, i’d prefer if you didn’t follow due to the themes that feature on this blog. i am also less likely to follow anyone who doesn’t have a rules page, a sample of their writing, and their age mentioned somewhere on the blog.

02. racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, islamophobia or xenophobia will not be tolerated here. if you participate in any of the aforementioned behaviours, i will hard-block you.

03. this blog is highly selective, mutually exclusive, sporadic activity with a preference for plotted interactions. this is in no means to assert superiority, but only for my own comfort.

04. do not god-mod. this is pretty self-explanatory.

05. this is not a trigger-free blog. dark themes such as violence, murder, blood, etc. may not always be tagged. but i will try my best to tag common triggers in the ’[trigger] tw’ format. if you’d like something tagged specifically, please shoot me an ask or a message!

06. this is a multi-ship blog. chemistry and plotting is a must for shipping. that being said, there is no auto-shipping on this blog.

07. may be less likely to follow/follow-back if I see you interact with many portrayals of one particular character ( multis may be an exception. ) this is in no way personal, it’s simply because I don’t like the insinuation of being collected.

08. i am of age, but there will be no explicit nsfw content on this blog. if our interactions escalate that way, all i can offer is fade-to-black.

09. don’t be a shitbag! thank you for giving this a read. ❣️

MUSE LIST:

• INEJ GHAFA.  from six of crows by leigh bardugo. entirely book based + headcanon influences.  ( fc: amita suman. )  previously ghafaith. • NIKOLAI LANTSOV.  from king of scars duology by leigh bardugo.  entirely book based + headcanon influences.  ( fc: leo suter. )  previously pritvolny / synravki. • THE NUTCRACKER PRINCE.  from the language of thorns by leigh bardugo.  brief intro here.  headcanon-based.  ( fc: corey mylchreest. ) • LORETTA ‘LORI’ CONWAY.  original creation based in contemporary modern verses.  brief intro here.  ( fc: daisy edgar jones. ) • LINNEA OPJER.  semi-original creation. mentioned in grishaverse by leigh bardugo.  brief intro here.  ( fc: anya taylor joy. ) • RICHARD 'GANSEY' III.   from the raven cycle novels by maggie stiefvater. ( fc: tbd. ) • RONAN LYNCH.  voice testing. from the raven cycle novels by maggie stiefvater. ( fc: tbd. ) • ADAM PARRISH.  voice testing. from the raven cycle novels by maggie stiefvater. ( fc: tbd. )

[wrongsung-a]

#WRONGSUNG.   an independent, highly private and selective multimuse rp blog for a variety of characters as featured in different forms of media.   extremely sporadic activity.   using beta editor. 「 sideblog to regisraven. 」 low-key, low-effort.

memes. pinterest. temp rules + muselist below the cut:

01. if you're below the age of eighteen, i'd prefer if you didn't follow due to the themes that feature on this blog. i am also less likely to follow anyone who doesn't have a rules page, a sample of their writing, and their age mentioned somewhere on the blog.

02. racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, islamophobia or xenophobia will not be tolerated here. if you participate in any of the aforementioned behaviours, i will hard-block you.

03. this blog is highly selective, mutually exclusive, sporadic activity with a preference for plotted interactions. this is in no means to assert superiority, but only for my own comfort.

04. do not god-mod. this is pretty self-explanatory.

05. this is not a trigger-free blog. dark themes such as violence, murder, blood, etc. may not always be tagged. but i will try my best to tag common triggers in the '[trigger] tw' format. if you'd like something tagged specifically, please shoot me an ask or a message!

06. this is a multi-ship blog. chemistry and plotting is a must for shipping. that being said, there is no auto-shipping on this blog.

07. may be less likely to follow/follow-back if I see you interact with many portrayals of one particular character ( multis may be an exception. ) this is in no way personal, it's simply because I don't like the insinuation of being collected.

08. i am of age, but there will be no explicit nsfw content on this blog. if our interactions escalate that way, all i can offer is fade-to-black.

09. don't be a shitbag! thank you for giving this a read. ❣️

MUSE LIST:

• INEJ GHAFA. from six of crows by leigh bardugo. entirely book based + headcanon influences. ( fc: amita suman. ) previously ghafaith. • NIKOLAI LANTSOV. from king of scars duology by leigh bardugo. entirely book based + headcanon influences. ( fc: leo suter. ) previously pritvolny / synravki. • THE NUTCRACKER PRINCE. from the language of thorns by leigh bardugo. brief intro here. headcanon-based. ( fc: corey mylchreest. ) • LORETTA 'LORI' CONWAY. original creation based in contemporary modern verses. brief intro here. ( fc: daisy edgar jones. ) • LINNEA OPJER. semi-original creation. mentioned in grishaverse by leigh bardugo. brief intro here. ( fc: anya taylor joy. ) • RONAN LYNCH. voice testing. from the raven cycle novels by maggie stiefvater. ( fc: tbd. ) • ADAM PARRISH. voice testing. from the raven cycle novels by maggie stiefvater. ( fc: tbd. )

[whosxafraid]

MEME:  Vulnerable Meme STATUS: Open URL: @kit-just-kit​​

London.

Not his first choice but that’s the job isn’t it? Go where the trail leads. He just hopes the little bloodhounds he’s put to the trail will turn something up. That he won’t be having to jump on another red eye to Moscow. Or worse discover what he’s after has some how made its way to the one place he can’t go. Not because he’ll have to resend the contract and pay back the difference--but because well--he’s not overly fond of working with the few connections he’s got there. Price gouging little goblins that they are. Though it beats insanity and incurring even more godly wrath any day. Most days...

So London is where finds himself. Sitting alone at the far end of a pub’s bar he’s already quite forgotten the name of. Nursing a few fingers of whiskey. Waiting for any sign at all his wee hunters have found something. But its been hours and perhaps the predatory hunter in him is growing anxious. Yet he hide it well enough from the humans around him. Human’s whose lives and merriment rise and fall like the sea that surrounds this island.

The Morgan he hates this place. Hates it the way people hate sand between their toes or dirt under their fingernails. Make his skin crawl like an itch he can’t quite reach. Not that he’s any ill toward the people around him. No this is something deeper. Something older. Something that claws at the edges of his mind and picks at the concepts of his soul. He’s too close. He knows that. But it can’t be helped. And at least it’s not the west coast. At least there’s a little more distance between him and it. And he swallows down what’s in his glass in one go. Orders another. Checks his phone for the hundredth time before slipping it back into his pocket.

Christ he needs a sm---

Dark but warm eyes. Ones that catch his in the brief span of time he looks up to gauge how much longer his drink will be. And there’s far too many heart beats that come and go before common sense has him looking away. Planting his gaze on the worn wood of the bar top, on his cap that resides there. Thankful for the arrival of his drink a moment later, because it gives him something else of substance to handle. To focus on. He’s used to people staring but somehow in this moment--2000 years of being used to it--isn’t helping at all. And his phone is pulled from his pocket again, scanning the empty screen as his cap beneath is worried between a thumb and forefinger.

[teenraging]

nathan  tag  dump  #1  cause  I’m  moving  ghostface

[scoundrvls]

            ❝ well, if it isn't my favorite corellian! ❞

transmission for @ofsquadrons

[hellmartyr]

why are you helping me ? — @redtothemax / angsty prompts

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃, ❞ the skin around eddie’s eyes bunched in response to the toothy rays of a cloudless day. even the forearm held aloft, manufacturing a broad strip of shade, wasn’t enough to spare the man predisposed to gloom.

      ❝ this whole physical therapy thing is all you, ❞ eddie wound patches of grass like a dog circling its bed. carbonated contents crackled as the drink in hand swiveled with every step. with no satisfactory sweet spot to be shuffled into, he capitulated to the sun’s demand that he stand there like a dunce.

      ❝ i’m just here to cheer you on. just, pardon the lack of pom-poms. ❞ arms fanned out apologetically, ❝ apparently they don’t come in black. ❞

[faultyconscience]

@mischieftomake​ gets a starter!!

     At the sound of a few screams and a broken glass or two, Lucifer stands, brows furrowed and visibly annoyed. He pulls together his jacket, buttoning it as he stands, head canted to the side as he looks for the sign of the disturbance, which doesn’t take him long. The other man is standing on the other side of his club, and he rolls his eyes as he makes his way over to him. 

     “Sorry, ladies,” he says to a group nearby, handing them a few bills as he shuffles them away. “Drinks are on me, love,” he whispers in her ear as she and her friends scurry away.

     Turning to the familiar man, he frowns. “Bloody hell, do you mind not scaring away my guests?”