#c: thomas

[hvrtbroken]

ft . @iinterstellars !

' YOU'LL WANNA BE SPEAKING TO THOMAS , OVER THERE ' was all that defne had needed before making her way over, with faux confidence. long ago , she had been something of a spirit . she could walk through the air lightly , hands fluttering out to nudge shoulders or wave at others as she passed . WHEREVER SHE WENT , defne had always felt sure of herself . her brain bled the language of peace , which some mocked her for , as it was a language well spoken everywhere else.

HERE AND NOW THOUGH , things are different . in more ways then exist in the dictionary or could be sung in songs. defne still tries to float through the air , light and sun beaming through her , hair swept up in the wind as if she controls it herself . but it's not the same , because she's not the same , because the world isn't the same . people simply don't pray to gods , saints or spirits anymore . there is no need for belief when most are thriving off fear .

" HELLO - thomas ? " she pitches her voice higher than normal , high enough that birds could probably hear her ( if they were still alive ) . she'd been directed here for a clear reason : nobody knew what the hell else to do with her . now , instead of running through life , defne was handled . not always with care , sometimes with malice or control - but handled nonetheless . she was someone to HAND OFF TO OTHERS in hopes that someone else could speak her language . " sorry , i think you got the short end of the straw . and i'm not just saying that because i'm short . " she jokes , putting her voice at ease . SHORT ALRIGHT , all five foot five yet can outrun a man SIX FOOT TWO no worries . defne vaguely recognised that thomas was a man , and while she hadn't been around MEN in a while , she could feel herself already warming up to it . like an instrument only ever so out of tune .

" you need extra hands ? "

[prydainroyals]

[THE FOLLOWING MORNING...]

The weekly team meeting began after the crew had their breakfast.

It was a small meeting and the base was relatively quiet-- non-essential research teams were either well on their way home the prior month, weeks before Longest Night and the New Year, or back at the main, larger research base--or one of the Prydainian Navy's research ships--rather than spend the rest of winter in this particular outpost.

Despite the serious nature of a skeleton-crew meeting, the Captain's introductory remarks had been rudely interrupted...

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FRANCIS: --One of you: Take Frankie back to his spot downstairs so we can resume this meeting.

JAMES: Sorry, Captain. None of us has the heart.

ARTHUR: I dunno Sirs, I think Frankie has something to say.

FRANCIS: Does he, now? Let's hear him then.

EVERYONE: [EXPECTANT SILENCE]

FRANKIE: ... Meow.

THOMAS: See, Captain? This cat here is a valuable contributor to our team.

FRANCIS: Why don't you train him to be your replacement, then, Thomas? Seeing as you're willing to vouch for him.

THOMAS: A fine idea, Captain. I'll ask him.

THOMAS, LEANING IN: Frankie, would you like to have my job?

FRANKIE: Meow!

THOMAS, LOOKING TO FRANCIS: Sorry, Captain. He says 'no.'

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If you think I'm going to write a dialogue-heavy meeting scene in prose, you're outta your damn mind. <3

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[rivenvictors]

closed  —  @tomaspriestley

He wasn't picky when it came to his distractions — humans, witches, wolves, anyone short of a serial killer, really. So when a bright eyed stick figure of a man approached him with his chickeny legs and a sloppy smile — he was a goner. Scratched a few names off his list to make room for him, something he was sure would bite him in the ass later, becase he never stopped talking, mostly about things he had no clue about and he lived in a camper.

Parked outside the university, and not where Riven initially thought once the word camper rang in his ears, where his arch nemesis the frogs, could find him.

Camper, trailer, whatever — he wasn't going near that. Frogs or not.

That one bedroom apartment, he called a home was decenet enough. Steam followed him outside the bathroom briefly, with his towel around his waist and a cotton pick stuck in his ear, "You know I can't hear you over the shower, right?" a cheeky, little lie. Magic came in handy for even the most trivial things.

He moved across his space, leaving wet footsteps all over the floor. Different colored eyes met his own reflection in the mirror, "What were you saying about the dance?" a beat, "Boring without me?"

[devilhvrns]

Jane chuckled, having been in his shoes a time or two before. Sometimes she could be a bit too long winded in her explanations of things. ‘I could tell they were all starting to zone out so I ended it five minutes early. Have to keep up my reputation of being the nice biology professor on campus.’ She could feel heat creep up to her cheeks at the sight of his grin. The brunette had been smitten with Thomas since the moment she’d met him back when she’d started at this school. She was the worst at flirting though, or just even getting her feelings across in general. Far too afraid to ruin any sort of professional relationship they might strike up. 'Oh, I could use a pick me up before my afternoon class. I’d love to tag along.’ // @lostxones

[hqlourd]

Congratulations on the face, @thomasdherty.

[dearest-darling-nat]

Natalia had wanted to check on Thomas almost immediately, but the events of the night rather overtook her attentions. But she knew he'd be hiding away, and that only deepened her concern for him. She softly knocked on his door, opening it after a moment only just wide enough so she could slip inside before shutting it again. She frowned a bit at the sight of her brother, but wordlessly climbed into the bed next to him to snuggle into his side. They stayed in silence for some time before she finally spoke. "It's not your fault, Thomas."

@thomas-is-prettier-than-you

[christinaxwagner]

thomas's place w/ @thomas-carrigan

Christina stares at her phone as she lays on the floor next to the set up with her son. He's sleeping peacefully next to her. Her own anxiety hasn't been able to stop, her mind racing constantly with all the what ifs that didn't happen. She can barely leave his space because she can't go through it again. She can't. She lifts her eyes up towards Thomas, shaking her head. "I can't believe..." She whispers. "Can't believe we're homeless now."

[hvrtbroken]

defne almost laughs . almost . it's a strange situation to be the serious one ( semi ) and thomas being the one cracking jokes . even if he doesn't mean to . it feels like a freaky friday situation , but she's sure if she said that to him right now he'd blink at her , clueless . " okay , you really are thirsty . " she notes , as he uncaps the bottle quick and almost seems to wince at the movement . her hands go up to his arms , feeling worn skin , taut , a vein or two . what are you doing ? she thinks to herself , baffled . she lets go of him , as if electrocuted twice in a few moments . " sorry . i - i'm going to let you . . . you know . stay in control of your body and whatnot . " mothering someone isn't sexy , she tells herself . she leans back on her haunches . defne tries to pretend like she can't see the way his adam's apple bobs in his throat as he gulps down a few large sips . everything always looks so small in thomas' large hands . she curses herself inwardly again , wondering how or if she'll ever stop thinking about thomas in this deluded way .

she focuses on his words next . she'd been trying not to stare at him shirtless , but it's increasingly obvious that that's exactly what she has to do . " see if each side of the ribcage moves the same way . " defne repeats to herself , with a singular nod . " i can do that . " her eyes do scan over his ribs , but then fall back onto his abdomen , and the harsh muscle there . then . . . the deep v , which leads south , and south leads to — defne yanks her gaze back up , her cheeks colouring . she scoots in closer , and only belatedly realises how she's now level with the very part of him she wasn't trying to look at . defne's eyes move quickly up to thomas , wondering if she should suddenly stand or if that's weird . the bruising on his ribs is low enough that even if she stood , she'd have to slightly bend over and in this dress it'd just give him an eyeful of cleavage . THIS KEEPS GETTING WORSE . " i . . " defne's voice is sharp and high .

ribs . focus . " okay , well let's rule out no broken ribs . " she wills herself to repeat internally what he said . watch for the same movement . she clears her throat , her hands rising and almost going to touch him , his bare skin , his ribs , his stomach . but she's not sure if she did , whether she'd be able to stop and that's BEYOND INAPPROPRIATE right now . instead , she moves her head to one side of him , then glances up at him again . " deep inhale . " she instructs softly . she makes her eyes focus on his bruised ribs , before she moves to the other side where it's just clean soft skin . there's not much here to do other than exercising , and you look like a god damn greek god . defne chews the inside of her cheek then looks up at him again . " another deep inhale , muscle man . " he's not looking at her , and for a second , it stings . he's distracted by god knows what else , but it's enough to remind her that this is thomas . she's defne . with a crush , which is not reciprocated . and even if it was , this isn't the time or the place . HIS HEALTH MATTERS A HELL OF A LOT MORE . she exhales quietly against his skin , before leaning back once again . " good news . i think it is just bruised . but that means you gotta take it super easy , still . if you don't , the real doctor will find out , and he's all muscular and will totally kick your ass for not following his trusty assistant's advice . "

" ─── hypothetically if someone came with only a cut and some bruises... i don't think them sleeping would be too much of an issue... " he replies in a soft voice, reassuring still only since it's obvious she's still worried about him. the water bottle comes in like it was sent by god himself, he uncaps it quickly ─ maybe a little too fast, but he's at least mindful enough to actually drink it in small sips; even though he wants to do the opposite. he's already embarrassed himself enough in front of her, doesn't want to add choking to the growing list of unsightly things he's done today. he drinks about half of the bottle in one swig before capping it again and setting it down next to him on the bench. " i hope so too, i don't think i've ever done it actually... stitched myself up i mean. " there had NEVER been the need before after all, he wasn't accident prone and even if at any point he'd gotten hurt then... he'd go to someone else, but here, he's the only one capable. which is a little bit scary to think about but... he doesn't get the time to dwell on it. defne's gentle hands are on him, warm and soft; it stops him from thinking. right at that same moment he looks down and, well, this positioning isn't any better than what he was trying to avoid, is it? she's still kneeling down between his legs, looking up at him with those big doe eyes that make his heart feel like leaping out of his chest. he blinks once, then twice; trying to remember what's the last thing she said. something about broken ribs? oh. " well... without x - rays, you just gotta see if each side of the ribcage moves the same way while breathing deeply, in any case... if i have a broken rib there's nothing to do but letting it heal naturally. " the words come out a little rushed, and he suddenly feels thirsty once again, and even though it's not exactly water what he's craving he settles for it and takes the bottle in his hands again. quickly uncapping it and drinking slowly until it's all gone. it allows him enough time to gather himself. " uh... well, there's not much to do here other than... exercising... " he admits with a sheepish chuckle, looking away from her just to keep his mind for wandering; the way he was sitting would definitely make his body betray his thoughts and he did not want that to happen. it was mortifying to even think about. " yeah... probably just a bruise. it only hurts when i breathe in. " or when i move too fast he thinks but, well, these are things he can live with. nothing life - threatening. good.

[emoprincey]

A young man stands in his living room. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, 2019, is the day of his friends' wedding.

[hvrtbroken]

starter for @iinterstellars !! 𝘧𝘵 . 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘯𝘦 & 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴

finding out that thomas is married was the final nail in the coffin that was defne's crush on thomas . for weeks , she's told herself that it's fine . that it wasn't a real crush anyways . none of it really meant anything . she was bored , and it's the apocalypse , and thomas is an objectively handsome man . she needed somewhere to spend her attention . defne has to tell herself that or she'll continue to think too much about the way they could turn and smile at each other , the sentences filled with innuendos , their knees touching at dinner , spending hours talking in a small room . she has it have it be meaningless. CONNOR , on the other hand , is very available . he's one of the newer guards helping out ethan at the front , and has made a few harmless visits to the clinic . when defne finally stopped paying attention to thomas , she realised connor had been paying attention to HER . so . what else is there really to do with this time ? a girl needs sex .

speaking of which . connor is well out of condoms , and defne isn't dumb enough to have sex with him without one . she glances over her shoulder , to where thomas is hunched over , doing god knows what . by habit , she admires the lean of his back , the broadness of his shoulders . defne's eyes rake over him , before she reminds herself what she needs to do . her first day here , thomas showed her where the condoms ( he said ' prophylactics ' ) are . she's careful at pushing back her chair , standing , and trying to casually walk over to the cabinet in question while thomas is otherwise occupied . no way is she explaining THIS to him .

[prydainroyals]

((Continued from here.))

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EVERYONE (BUT THE CAPTAIN): [LAUGHING]

FRANKIE: [NOW BORED, LEAVES ANYWAY]

FRANCIS, TRYING TO HIDE HIS AMUSEMENT: Alright, alright, we've had our fun.

FRANCIS: Now then! Listen up--

FRANCIS: --The holidays are behind us, but that doesn't mean we can afford to let ourselves relax.

FRANCIS: Rising temperature averages have made the winters here harsher, in some ways--unpredictable.

FRANCIS: This is why the Powers-That-Be have elected to withdraw most of our personnel from outposts as remote as our little slice of paradise, save for a select few, where necessary.

FRANCIS: As you're all already aware, this team of just a dozen will maintain the Cabot Sound outpost until summer. Commander Murray, I give the floor to you to explain our plan of attack to help us avoid preventable, horrific tragedy.

JAMES: Thank you, Captain. A very cheerful, yet sobering reminder of the devouring, unfeeling void that awaits us all.

FRANCIS: I'm always happy to motivate.

JAMES: As the Captain said, we all need to be extremely diligent. That means no skipping meals, no skipping sleep, and attendance at daily meetings is required.

JAMES: The rota for duties will be updated and posted here every week at 18:00 sharp every Sunday. If you have any questions or complaints, bring them first to your immediate superior or to myself or the Captain.

JAMES: Morale is also paramount, as is health. Physicals will be conducted every fortnight and they are mandatory. Any small injury or condition could become something deadly, and anything you hide from us might come back to hurt yourself and others later.

JAMES: That should be all. Did I leave anything out, Captain? We already spoke to the other shift--

FRANCIS: No, Commander, you've covered the whole of it.

JAMES: Any parting words, Sir?

FRANCIS: Indeed, James--

FRANCIS: To all of you: May we all have a smooth winter and a bright spring ahead of us. ... Don't fuck this up. You're all dismissed.

FRANCIS: And-- Lieutenant Kirkland?

ARTHUR: Yes, Captain?

FRANCIS: I know you've already pulled an extra shift. I can't have our Engineer swaying on his feet.

ARTHUR: But, Sir--

FRANCIS: You look like shit. Go to bed--that's an order.

ARTHUR: Yes, Sir.

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Not changing format or anything, but for dialogue-heavy scenes, this is just way easier.

Time to get to know our characters a little bit more, yeah? Yeah!!!

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[the-love-of-luciana]

"Perhaps I do... but only in the ways in which you are more than deserving of such attentions," Luciana noted.

The combination of Thomas' smile, his words, and his gentle touch was enough to stun Luciana into temporary silence. He'd always had the uncanny ability to spellbind her in such a way. But that was his charm, his career at that. And she often had to remind herself of that very fact. "Oh? Another surprise, hmm? Now you're the one who's being a flatterer."

"You flatter me, darling Luciana." He replied. Waiting patiently for her to come around. His smile widened as he took her in completely. "Beautiful. As always." He replied, reaching over to tuck the curl that had escaped when she removed the pin holding it in place. He marveled at it, letting the silky hair coil around his finger. Smiling apologetically to the line of people waiting for their drinks, he took her hand in his. "Come....I want to show you something."

[orbch]

c!thomas centric art dump bc lowkey… underrated SaSi character… somehow…

[only-lonely-star]

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[christinaxwagner]

DRIFTWOOD COFFEE HOUSE w/ @t-harding

Christina walks up to the table Thomas is sitting out. "So sorry I'm late, I had a hard time dropping Colt off this morning," she figured this little coffee meeting would have been easier without her five year old running around the inside of the cafe. "Do you want me grab you a muffin? Nothing goes better with coffee than a muffin."

[darling-dearest-emi]

Emilia nodded in reply after a moment, slowly coming back into herself. The emotions of this whole situation were leaving her rather lofty, and that wouldn't do anyone any good. But Thomas was right. "I'm sorry. For what you all are going through, I mean," she said softly, her expression far more sombre now. "It's only made quite this difficult for me because I finally know where she is again... If I'd have never gotten the letter from her, I might have never gone looking. But now it's been 56 years since I've even had an idea where she was. And it's difficult to wait any longer. Even if I know it's right to."

She suppressed a dry sort of laugh. "I should think you would be feeling even worse than I do. Having lived with her for longer, having loved her in those years I wasn't able to." Emi shook her head, donning a small smile instead. "Would you be allowed to? I don't wish to cause any issues with Stefan. Just my face seems to be a bit much for him to confront thus far."

"Well..." Thomas said gently. "That is why Stefan called your maker. Is it not? Because he requires assistance. He will not take any chances when it comes to Sofia or Natalia. They are both precious to him. To us all." He considered her for a moment, marveling at the resemblance. Though. Thomas could tell she was not Natalia. "As hard as it is to wait. That is what we must do right now. Wait. For Stefan and Andre to decide how they wish to respond to this attack. Unfortunately, matters are not so easily remedied by violence or bloodshed. Else, Stefan would have certainly not left a one of them standing."

"I do understand though, bella. How difficult it is for you to stand idly by. Perhaps, you would accompany me tonight? We could go exploring if you wish. I could show you the places Natalia enjoys. To help you feel closer to her during this trying time."