#a million years later :')

[father-killjoy]

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[driftwccds]

closed starter for GIOVANNI ( @9iovanni ) location : casablanca blooms & coffee

-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── when  rohan  and  his  sisters  were  kids,  just as much emphasis  was  placed  on  getting  their  hands  dirty in  the  backyard garden  as  it  did  their  feet wet  in  the  ocean.  his  parents  wanted  them  to  grow  up  with  a  reverence  for  all  nature,  and  so  he  tries  not  to  come  to casablanca  for  that  exact  reason  :  because  the  smell  reminds  him  too  much  of  the  overgrown plants  spilling  over  the  front  gate  of  his  childhood  home,  and  rohan  tries  to  avoid  even  the  smallest  triggers.  sometimes  though,  the  caffeine  headache  is  unavoidable.  when  casablanca  is  the  closest  cafe  to  the  pier and his head is pounding,  he  doesn't  have  much  choice,  does  he  ?  he  realizes  he's  been  staring  at  the  poor  florist  while  they  worked,  dazed  and  entirely  wound  up  in  his  own  thoughts,  for  a  few  minutes──  rohan  ducks  his  head  self-consciously.  "  sorry,  "  he  mutters  out  an  awkward apology, a forced attempt to come across friendly, "  i  wasn't  trying  to  watch  you,  or  anything  i've  just. . . ──  "  he  searches  his  scattered  thoughts  frantically  for  a  decent  excuse, mouth flapping wordlessly,  "  ──. . . i've  just  never  seen  orchids  that  colour  before.  " 

[royaletiquette]

𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:

Hibiko:

Hibiya:

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

Hibiko: Persimmon, jasmine, lily, vanilla bourbon. Light but pleasant. Hibiya: Mints, sage, lavender. Basically the stereotypical gender-neutral type shit.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

Hibiko: complimentary colours. delicate jewelry. layers. Hibiya: brand items. textures. quiet patterns. wool and cotton.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

Hibiko: fountain pens, diaries, hair clips, bubble baths. bird cages. Hibiya: steaming hot baths, unsent letters, stained wine glasses.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

Hibiko: resting smile. nervous fingers. straight back. closed mouth. Hibiya: tensed shoulders. deadpan facial expression. head in hands.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

Hibiko: tragic lovers. early spring. tea parties. cold morning air. Hibiya: slow burns. late autumn. dinner parties. candlelight. dense woods.

tagged by: @ghoulxn + @neglectedbond + @nezumivc103221 omg

[callme-harris]

Closed for @fiaxsousa

Harris had been spending a lot of time getting in touch with music again. It was the easiest way for him to process things in his life as everything felt incredibly messy and frustrating again. Music was the only thing that ever made any sense to him and even now as he walked across the aisles of the music store; he felt a lot more calm then he had in weeks. He went to go through a section but paused as soon as he bumped into someone next to him. “ Shit. Sorry” he replied taking a step back to give her space. “ who were you looking for? “

[the-nelson-quinn]

Closed for @adriannadelgado

Nelson didn’t have a habit of keeping friends in his life. He was the kind of person who growing up had the tendency to just burn bridges; especially when he had left LA when he was younger, but there were a few people he always kept close to his heart. One of them had been Adrianna. No matter how much time had passed he never forgot about her, so when he saw her in person and in the town he was living in; that sort of thing sent his feet in motion down the street to grab her attention. He paused realizing he was maybe going to lose sight of her in one of the shops only to yell her name in the distance “ Adrianna!” He called with a smile; hoping she had heard him.

[thedumbestoctopus]

God I wish My Dear Gangster Oppa was good

[missxrivera]

Closed for @juliet-harkness

Ramsey had a tendency to spend as much time as possible out of her house. She didn’t like how empty it all felt; especially now that a few things have started to settle in her life. If she wasn’t working she was out and meeting with people. It was the easiest way to function because that was how she operated back in New York. She made her way to the bar and saw an open seat; before pausing at the woman next to it. “ is this seat taken ? “ she asked as she approached the other woman. “ do I know you from somewhere?”

[fatefought]

@ofsmalldeath

haymitch should be sleeping off his drinks right now. instead, he and chaff moved their party to the penthouse. with how large it was and even with the two of them getting a little rowdy, it shouldn't have woken any of the district twelve team. the same could not be said about his friend's snoring. in the other's stupor, he went to lay down in haymitch's room. which he wouldn't be opposed to sharing if the other victor slept more soundly. so instead, he's sobering up on the couch. luckily, leftovers from yesterday's brunch were overflowing in the fridge. the parfait he's demolishing is hitting the spot.

he's contented at the moment, and debating taking a cat nap on the l-shaped couch. that is until an additional light flickers on. scowl jumps on and off his features in a matter of seconds as he realizes who joined him. " you're up early," abernathy begins to greet. " the tributes won't be up for at least another three hours. " previously having splayed his legs out on the couch, he sits up a bit. he raises a brow, " did chaff wake you ? " haymitch can hear it muffed in the distance ; he just naturally began tuning it out.

[aletheapierce]

@jacqui-velazquez​ when: pre-finals  where: some party off campus 

the whole campus was up and about before finals took them all under its death grip, and alethea was no exception. she was leaned up against the wall of the party, observing all of those who were definitely letting loose before the stress kicked in. she wanted to join in, to be fun, but it was the alcohol wasn’t helping much. 

and then an idea kicked it. if only...

straightening up from the wall they looked around the room, surprised and pleased to see jacqui walking in, a beautiful smile stretched across their face. one could never be in the presence of jacqui and not have a good time. “hey! jacqui!” they waved, pushing through a throng of people to step in front of them. “it’s so good to see you!” 

[affcgato-archived]

Kylo. ( @greyturned, via archived blog )

                  𝙖𝙡𝙡  𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚  𝙝𝙚’𝙙  𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣  𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝  𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮  ,    and  now  it  was  slipping  through  his  red  stained  fingers  again  .    he’d  fought  so  hard  for  so  long  against  the  whispers  of  the  Dark  in  his  ear  ,    voices  in  his  head  and  holding  him  back  from  being  the  Jedi  his  parents  and  uncle  wanted  him  to  be  ,    sowing  darkness  and  evil  into  his  heart  .    once  he’d  given  in  his  battle  was  not  over  ,    as  he  then  had  to  fight  so  hard  against  the  whispers  of  the  Light  ,    keeping  him  from  being  the  Sith  his  master  expected  him  to  be  ,    from  carrying  out  his  birthright  and  being  free  the  burdens  of  his  past  .    grappling  with  both  sides  of  the  Force  that  threatened  to  tear  him  apart  ,    and  in  an  effort  to  free  himself  from  that  pain  ,    in  desperation  and  anger  he  gave  everything  to  the  dark  side  ,    to  his  master  ,    cutting  himself  down  piece  by  piece  as  he  drown  in  that  dreadful  conflict  and  crumbled  .

                  𝙣𝙤𝙬  𝙝𝙚  𝙬𝙖𝙨  𝙖𝙨  𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨  𝙖𝙨  𝙝𝙚  𝙬𝙖𝙨  𝙖𝙨  𝙖  𝙗𝙤𝙮  ,    fearful  and  confused  as  he  was  that  night  in  his  hut  ,    when  the  world  was  bathed  green  and  the  betrayal  burned  hot  .    Kylo  forced  himself  to  bury  those  emotions  ,    in  her  presence  and  amongst  those  who  would  sooner  have  him  strung  up  than  be  allowed  to  walk  among  them  he  could  not  show  such  shameful  weakness   .    such  vulnerability  .    he  dared  not  to  think  about  what  was  for  him  next  ,    if  Snoke  did  not  put  a  price  on  his  head  yet  he  soon  would  ,    a  death  march  would  be  his  life  for  the  foreseeable  future  .    on  top  of  dealing  with  the  expectations  she  and  Solo  no  doubt  had  of  him  now  that  he  was  there  .    home  at  last  ,    their  wayward  son  .

                  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮  𝙖𝙡𝙡  𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚  𝙖𝙨  𝙞𝙛  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚  𝙞𝙨  𝙬𝙤𝙣  ,    and  they  have  delivered  a  great  blow  against  the  First  Order  .    the  destruction  of  Starkiller  has  taken  away  the  greatest  weapon  of  fear  Hux  had  ,    but  just  as  great  of  a  devastating  blow  was  delivered  to  the  Republic  with  the  destruction  of  the  Hosian  system  .    the  war  had  only  just  begun  ,    and  soon  the  fight  will  be  brought  to  their  doorstep  next  .    perhaps  Kylo  had  made  a  mistake  in  leaving  ,    in  betraying  his  master  .    for  he  will  be  dead  along  with  the  rebels  they  walked  past  .    though  ,    he’s  curious  to  see  how  they  will  fair  ,    if  Hux  and  Snoke  have  underestimated  them  .

                  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨  𝙖  𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙥  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩  𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨  𝙞𝙣  𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩  𝙖𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮  𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡  𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤  𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥  ,    memories  from  another  life  peaking  around  the  barrier  he’d  placed  them  behind  .    this  was  going  to  be  more  difficult  that  he  realized  .    Kylo  walks  in  silence  ,    refusing  to  look  at  the  familiar  ships  and  orange  jumpsuits  ,    refusing  the  meet  the  gaze  of  even  a  single  rebel  .    instead  keeping  his  focus  ahead  ,    while  still  letting  her  lead  the  way  .    he  expects  a  prison  cell  ,    but  he  suspects  that  she  knows  how  pointless  that  would  be  .    it  isn’t  until  she  asks  him  the  question  that  he  breaks  his  silence  ,    cooperation  would  be  best  in  his  situation  ,    and  he  knows  that  this  is  only  the  start  .      ❝    extremely  high  ,    it  won’t  take  them  long  to  regroup  ,    General  Hux  is  probably  already  readying  the  counter  strike  as  we  speak  .    ❞

                  𝙞𝙩  𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩  𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚  𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜  𝙛𝙤𝙧  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮  𝙩𝙤  𝙗𝙚  𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙  ,    they  haven’t  got  much  time  left  .      ❝    if  you  want  any  hope  for  survival  ,    this  base  must  be  evacuated  before  they  arrive  .    there  will  be  no  chance  for  escape  if  even  one  ship  is  still  here  when  the  First  Order  finds  this  place  .    ❞

their lives haven't been easy, but stars know she's complicated his with the choices she's made - most with his best interest in mind. intent hardly mattered though when it was ABUNDANTLY clear her own fears had influenced those very choices, & her son had paid the price. she had once told herself she wouldn't make the same choices her parents had made in raising her after a childhood of being left out of the loop & forced to improvise when she always felt she could have been more effectively included. ... it was a cycle, one that she knows needs to end now.

there's fear in him now, too. she doesn't have to dip into the Force to know that he's grappling with change & the terror that comes with it. it's like missing a step without knowing if the banister can hold you - will you plummet, or will you be able to catch yourself safely? she wouldn't wish this on anyone, much less him. but they'll have to worry about all of this later when there's a moment to breathe, much less delve into all of this. perhaps -- no, he'll have to set the pace for this. after they've outrun this newest threat. surrendering agency is something she's always struggled with & this will be no different but like every other time, IT'S FOR A GOOD CAUSE.

it will be a pyrrhic victory if they don't move soon - everything about the rigidity in his features screams it, & she'd be a fool not to agree with him. she had seen the power of Starkiller, & how long it had needed before it had destroyed the Hosnian system. they would be next, there was no doubt of that. the loss of one of their key players would only take but so long to uncover, & she doubted very much that it would impede them significantly.

' the general is an impressive man, ' she offers begrudgingly. impressive in his cruelty so much as his strategy. with him at the helm as the visible leader, they'll be in for a dog fight they can't win without being prepared. she's not going to risk her people in an all out fight against the might of the First Order when they only prepared for an extraction & the destruction of a base. a war isn't won in a single battle, it's an endurance test to see it through to the end. abandoning the Resistance base now would be a loss, but watching her people be cut down would be worse.

it's alarmingly easy to start the call for evacuation - if it can't be easily & quickly loaded, it's destroyed. the location of their other bases & boltholes don't exist in any sort of physicality, outside of the little astromech she already sees Dameron loading up. the pilot gives her a look for her company, but stays blessedly quiet & she realizes just how deeply she appreciates his trust in her in that moment. ' I suppose it's time to go. you'd do well to follow me a bit longer. ' there will be... a lot to talk about, later. ' if what he's saying is correct, then they have a very slim window for that later to be made reality. it's time to go.

[masterwcrk]

@fasciinating ( moved for beta )

                         HE HASN’T COMPLAINED. Not out loud. Not yet. Wrapped tightly in at least two layers of clothing, Spock is sufficiently bundled from head to toe. He can only determine that his discomfort must be settled into his face, straightening as he passes a table. The cold air coils like smoke out of his mouth just as well as he lies, “ It is fine. Though, if we could hasten these proceedings? ”

he doesn't have to voice it for her to see his discomfort. not that she can really blame him - it's cold enough that she's not altogether comfortable herself; she's just not ready to voice it because she's on a mission. if they can't find this ridiculous ingredient, then she can't fill the special request for this cake & that is out of the question. she hasn't met a special request she can't accommodate yet & she's not to let a little thing like a New York City winter stop her. ...still. ' that sounds perfect. and I wouldn't be opposed to getting coffee afterwards or something to take the edge off the chill. shall we? '

[tinyghostboy]

Just a simple makeup test on Alastor for Metrocon ;

More to come once it's all together feat. Wig by my lovely partner Dei <3

[souldug]

"Maybe I was just baiting you." Its a playful little purr.

"Seems to have worked well enough, got you in here with me."

ㅤㅤanother game? guess he can't say he's surprised. a sigh leaves him as he tosses the journal aside, crossing his arms. ❛❛ well, here i am. is there something you want, or are you just bored? ❜❜

[wallcrawlparker]

"would it help if I stayed?"

Grumpy and upset, Peter looked up from where he had been moping and bit his lip, nodding a little. He usually liked being alone but... after such a shitty night, he just didn't want to have nothing but his own thoughts to focus on. "I mean.. Only if you have time.."

[ruporas]

birthday party (id in alt)