#chaosmode

[untilthcyrot]

❝ I don't know if getting dressed up in a sexy costume is really my thing. I'm fine with just wearing something like that. ❞ She pointed at this basic hippie costume they happened to pass, her eyes averting from anything too revealing. She didn't have the confidence for those kinds of outfits. Did she even have the body?

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[hiisheart]

@chaos--mode (LIZZY) || LIKED .

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ ❝ I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT i'd love to get at least three more hours of sleep tonight. ❞ and unfortunately, he had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't be able to do even that.

[ripgray-moved]

ren sacrificed: All I am anymore is a woman looking for her family. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose, I'll give you a moment to think about that."

           think about it he does.

           if there's anything peter has learned since this shit-show began, it's that, once you know how, the dead are easy; it's the people you've got to watch out for. they're as tricky and dishonest as they always were, but the end of civilisation as they knew it has given them excuses to indulge in the rotten cores of their hearts.

           peter doesn't have an ego on him either. he knows that he very much works the same— or he would if he had the stones to engage with people. in some regards, the world might be better off for the fact that, when it comes to fight or flight, peter graham will forever choose to take off.

           "i can't tell if you're threatening me personally or not," he utters, deft fingers tightening around the straps of his rucksack. he has a knife to his name. a stick he can give her a poke with if she comes in too close. what exactly is he going to do to her? "...you don't need to. i'm not looking to hurt you— or stick around. i'm just— passing through..."

[claratenebris]

→ @chaos--mode (cont.)

ren doesn't really take that well to like, that tone (imagined or not). her immediate reaction is to pull back, lip curling into something of a grimace.

"i don't need you to tell me, okay. i'm not one of your little pack, i can take care of myself." and then, cause she doesn't really know when to leave well enough alone, "thanks so much, but you're not my fuckin' babysitter."

"I am not trying to babysit you, trust me, I've got my hands full already in that regard." And against his will, too. No more, thank you very much, let alone a grown woman. Then Steve paused as the rest of her words caught up to his brain. "You... Know? What do you mean you know?"

[filmdesque]

@chaos--mode || CONT.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ☪︎ . *. ⋆ ANY SENSE OF CONFUSION, any sense of bewilderment that the other expressed in his movements or features ran by jonathan completely undetected. had he been perhaps a tiny bit more AWAKE, perhaps he'd be able to catch himself, to realize what it was he'd done and have the decency to take an awkward moment of silence.

they both deserved it, given after what had happened to them both. well, mainly steve; the worst that had gone on for jonathan was learning that his feelings were unrequited. a bummer, but better to RESPECT the other's feelings. a sentiment he'd always tried to live by.

steve interrupts what would become that awkward moment of silence, and jonathan would've thanked god or whatever, but instead he sits up and gives a nice long STRETCH, arms above his head, before slumping back against the couch with a thick sigh.

❝ sure, i'll have some, ❞ he responds, his voice slightly dry && raspy from sleep. he'd never been much of a morning person, but he felt well-rested enough to at least start to get moving. a bit FUZZY, thanks to the edible he'd taken before bed, but rested.

[vitalphenomena]

@chaos--mode // claire said: "it's not polite to point out people's flaws."

<<OK,>> she signs lazily with one hand.

<<I'm not trying to offend you. It's just better to be self aware. You know? Close your eyes. I need to put on the eye shadow. I promise not to sign anything rude while you can't see it.>>

[faebhaal]

“ You just happened to stumble upon it one day when you were picking flowers? ” ( from gale ♡ )

@chaos--mode | Gale

"Yeah. It was just in the bushes." And around the neck of a skeleton. But that's a detail that need not be shared. The important thing is that there's still a bit of magic left in it. Not a lot but the hope is that it can tide him over till they reach camp and can dig through what's been gathered to find something a bit more tasty.

Delicately she takes the locket and starts rubbing it with the cloth of her sleeve, as if wiping it off. Maybe the thought of it touching the ground made it seem unappetizing? Yet it's not like he actually, physically ate the magic artifacts...not that she's seen. Perhaps when none of them were looking, he'd lick them?

"I promise I'll get you something better when we get back to camp." Which isn't too far from their current location. Or it shouldn't be. From the chain she holds it up, offering it to him once more. "For now, this bite-sized, nibble of a snack is all we got. I'm super-duper sorry."

And if things weren't unfavorable already, she feels (and even hears) the rumbling of her own stomach. A glance up at the sky then at the casting of shadows, an indication of the direction of the sun, gives her the conclusion that it's close to three o'clock or just a little after. Which in high society would be tea time. More importantly, tea time meant snack time. That just leads to think about strawberries and cakes and ---- Ugh! No, no...she needs to not let that float through her brain matter.

"Let's just be hasty, yeah? Before either of us get too hangry."

[withsunlight]

her green thumb had always paled in comparison to her mother's, and spending the vast majority of her life in places where most things big and green tended to be kept in designated areas hadn't given her too much help in improving it. ( at least that's what she used to tell the little bowl of succulents that sat on her desk ---- as if offering up an explanation with her apology would help the arrangement. )

but every now and again an opportunity presents itself; this one in particular carrying nostalgia on the same breeze that causes the wall covered in green leaves to move as she waits outside the abandoned stop-n-go for her newly found scavenging accomplice.

english ivy, untouched and unbothered in the years that have passed, free to climb as it pleases and dot itself with little white flowers just because it can.

"can't remember the last time i saw this stuff flower," she's been picking what she can reach without getting up on her tip-toes when rien reappears in the corner of her eye, quick to motion for them to get a little closer so emilia can tuck one of the flowers behind their ear to match the one she's already got. "i always thought they were delicate little things, but they're actually quite a bit tougher than they look."

@chaos--mode ; 🌺 + reverse for emilia to put a flower in rien's hair.

[untilthcyrot]

❝ Sometimes I want to be a ghost, too. ❞ That spoke volumes about what she really felt, of course. It hinted that she thought life would be a lot better if she weren't alive, even if that meant being trapped in the afterlife, the same as the Maitlands.

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[hiisheart]

@chaos--mode said: ❝ i don't laugh easily, so good luck. ❞ ( from lizzy ♡ )

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ ❝ OH REALLY? ❞ OH, HE JUST HAD to take this challenge. even though he was well aware that he wasn't the most humorous person in his class or even of his friend group, he still found JOY in amusing others and making them laugh.

even if it meant him being a little cheating shit about it. ❝ are you ticklish? will that work? ❞

he just HAS to question it.

LAUGHTER PROMPTS !

[ripgray-moved]

@ren sacrificed: “ I'm financially at a stage where I understand why people do fraud. ”

                        In spite of himself, Peter winces. "Yeesh— THAT bad?"

Nobody really knows about the true state of his bank account; that he's a millionaire on account of the idyllic house he'd sold and the will he'd acquired upon the untimely deaths of both his parents. It isn't something that Peter likes to bring up, both from a humility standpoint ( it wasn't as if he earned that money, he was simply in the midst of a tragedy whilst belonging to a famous artist and a psychiatrist ) and a very typical lack of trust, but if the people around him need help...

"Well, y'know, if— if you need a hand..." He fumbles a moment, as if searching for an appropriate excuse as to why he'd have a 'little' extra to his name this month. "I'm just saying that my gig at the restaurant went really well. I got some real generous tips for my performance, so I have a bit to spare if you really need it."

[edhellfire]

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[filmdesque]

@chaos--mode said: ❝ you're laughing, so you must have thought that was funny. ❞ (from robin ♡)

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ☪︎ . *. ⋆ IT MAY HAVE BEEN A LITTLE SILLY, but jonathan was mostly surprised, his shock often taking on the form of a grin and breathy laughter. and just because it was funny didn't necessarily mean it was a bad thing; it was just a little OUTLANDISH to hear robin yell 'boobies!' very loudly during the movie screening.

❝ i promise i'm not making fun of you, ❞ he attempts to reassure the other, the same sticky smirk-grin STRETCHED across his features. ❝ it just ... took me by surprise. ❞

LAUGHTER PROMPTS !

[vitalphenomena]

@chaos--mode // peter said: “You should know better than anyone what a soul can accomplish when they take charge of their own fate. ”

SHE LAUGHS, NERVOUS AND SHRILL. He isn't laughing, though, so she forces herself to settle down.

"Why me?"

[faebhaal]

‘ you are an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature. ’ ( from gale ♡ )

@chaos--mode | Gale

The last of the cultists hits the ground with a hard thud, a wet squelch echoing as meat slips from metal. The tingling of magic has started to fizzle, leaving the usual soreness in her hands and arms from more physical attacks.

The compliment catches her by surprise. With the adrenaline still thrumming through her veins, Ithaca turns to look at the wizard. Brows are raised and head tilted slightly. Speckles of blood dot her face, almost blending in with the smattering of freckles on her flesh. "You think so?" her voice is gentle, the question genuine. A smile starts to tug at her lips. "Flatterer." She gives him a playful nudge. Though if one looked close enough, a flush on her cheeks could be seen. Shyly her gaze is averted for the briefest second while wings flitter excitedly before turning back to him.

"You cut a striking image in a fight as well. Like scene off the cover of some adventure novel."

[withsunlight]

emilia had been hopeful about what had looked like an abandoned campsite just off the footpath the two of them had been navigating to keep out of the sun for the afternoon -- a firepit that hadn't seen a flame in a good amount of time, what had looked like a hasty exit for the previous inhabitant should have meant their loss would be hers and rien's gain ---------- that was of course until the owner came back, less than friendly - like and not feeling at all hospitable to the pair of them. ( weapons on both sides made it abundantly clear that there wasn't going to be an opportunity for reconsidering, and emilia had been quick explaining how they would be good as gone. rien on the other hand, felt the need to inform the owner they'd seen warmer personalities in piles of shit along the way. seemed like that was their cue to back away and keep moving. ) but not before emilia couldn't help but snort.

@chaos--mode / rien ; ❝ hopefully that's not offensive in human culture.❞

it's said with an expression that's anything but neutral, despite their best attempts ( though emmy isn't all that sure about how much effort's actually gone into hiding the grin that's spread across their face in the meantime. )

"oh i'm not offended," the way she's laughing through her reassurance surely must add at least one other layer to it; the sound that bubbles up from her chest a mix between genuine amusement and what's just been said still taking it's time sinking in fully for her. ( but really, she's not going to try and think about it all that much ---- why waste a rare chance to laugh when she's far more used to aches and pain coming from less entertaining sources. ) "between growing up in north london and then spending years in new york city? i've heard people called loads worse. i might even go and steal that one," though maybe not as creative as rien's gone and come up with seemingly on the fly. "but i've got so many questions..."