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[townofcadence]

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An Adversary!! They will attack it with their mighty paws!! Bap bap bap!!

[theseancekid]

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"You gotta stop smiling or else I can't paint your face!" He rests the heel of his hand against her cheek, primed and ready with his little paint brush. "If you move, you're getting a crooked flag, and that is NOT my fault— I want that on record."

[gravesung]

piotr kozlowski — the surgeon.

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i can't tug it loose without tearing it. (from Kay for anyone!)

❝ LIKE MANY THINGS, IT REQUIRES PATIENCE. ❞ PIOTR kneels beside kay and inspects the wing of the wriggling bird, caught in a tightly knotted tangle of fishing twine. a trap. ❝ mind your fingers, ❞ he murmurs, voice much gentler than one might expect from a man of his size and stature. ❝ this creature is afraid. things that are afraid often lash out, so don't get caught in the path of its beak. ❞

it is almost comical, the juxtaposition between piotr and the young girl beside him: nearly seven feet tall and as muscular as a circus strongman, every inch of his skin covered in tattoos, the hand that reaches for the bird's wing easily three times the size of the thing itself. his bald head and salt-and-pepper beard give him the appearance of some murderous escaped convict. yet his motions are as delicate as an acrobat's, or an expert thief's, as he produces a scalpel from seemingly nowhere and begins to cut away at the snare. ( between the two of them, he is not the one who has escaped from captivity. )

and patience it certainly takes. directs kay to remove a handful of birdseed from one of the pockets sewn into his coat. the sight of food, and the lack of violence from either of the humans in front of it, finally causes the little bird to prioritize hunger over escape, and it settles down to begin pecking seeds from her little hand. ❝ see? we show the bird we mean him no harm, and he learns to trust us. ❞

[feilien]

@crosseddestiny said: “[ assist ] sender finds receiver has fallen down, so they rush to their aid and help them stand again (from frank okay i'll leave your askbox alone now)"

{♚ x PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY ||  Accepting x}

 The instructions had been clear, but by no means easy: scout the area for potential supplies, and report back to their small settlement and his grandfather to see if he deemed it worth sending some men out. 

 It was his first time out by himself, and Matt was determined to prove he was capable of taking on a more important role. And while he could certainly hold his own in a fight — human, or otherwise — he hadn't been ready for how big of a toll simply having to survive in the wild would take on him. He'd brought along rations, sure, but realization that it wasn't enough had set in quickly. There were no supplies to be found nearby, and he had to travel much further than initially anticipated.

 Water had run out about two days ago and he had yet to find a reliable source he could drink from. And there was no denying that it was taking a toll on him. Survival skills never had been his strong suit. And now, as he could feel his body growing weaker, Matt regretted not being a better student and practicing harder. Little too late now, of course.

 He wasn't sure when exactly he'd passed out. But when he came back to, someone was helping him back up. His first instinct was to pull away, to assess and possibly eliminate the threat, but his body refused to listen. Instead, he simply slumped more against whoever was evidently helping him. It clearly wasn't one of those abominations, or else he'd probably be dead by now. Not that that wasn't a possibility still, of course. "I have nothing," he muttered, lifting his head enough to be able to look at the other. "So if you plan on killing me, just save us both some time and get it over with."

[themerchliing]

❛  i'm sorry, i - i didn't know where else to go.  ❜ (little kay, soaking wet, sobbing, and showing up at the mansion after she finds out her dad is dead 🥺)

―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰. - ( ACCEPTING )

"Kay?" He wasn't sure why he even said her name like that; obviously it was her standing there. It was seeing her standing there, soaked to the bone and crying her eyes out that had taken him by surprise. It was just as well he'd accompanied Milo outside while he did his nightly business — he'd been able to spot her right away.

Before the mansion's guards could say anything or decide to take action and unlock the gate, Wylan was already rushing forward to do just that. Eyes focused on the lock, he spoke up, soft voice at the ready to try and bring some sense of calm and comfort to the situation.

"What happened? No, it's okay, we can wait until we're inside." Had she ran all the way from the Slat? Where's Kaz? Wylan spared a glance to the Geldstraat but there was nothing to be seen but the glow of the street lamps. When the gate swung open, he whipped off his jacket and threw it around Kay's shoulders. It wouldn't do much considering how drenched she was but it was better than doing nothing at all.

"Let's get you inside. You're safe here." He didn't know what could have possibly happened to have caused this reaction but he could sense the gravity of the situation, eyes drawn to her shaking hands, her wobbly legs...

It was a bit of a walk back to the mansion's front door and Wylan couldn't imagine her making it all the way without giving into her body's urge to collapse. He wasn't exactly a Matthias or Jesper type when it came to carrying those who needed it but he could at least support her on his back. Crouching down for easier access, he urged her on.

"Hop up, I don't want you to collapse before we get there." This poor child. A thousand questions ran through his head but he bit his tongue for now. Once Kay was safely in his grasp, Wylan began to jog the rest of the way to the entrance, already making a priority list in his head about how best to care for her when they got inside.

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[wcnka]

that's what love is like. it makes your heart race. it turns the world upside down. (from frank)

MEME

"I can't say I have any experience in the area but I can imagine." Imaginations were wonderful, weren't they? Even if reality didn't always work out the way people planned, one could always rely on their fantastical mind to conjure up the most vivid and amazing scenarios. If nothing else in the world had your back, then your own dreams certainly could.

Willy leaned on his cane, all too happy to observe the way the man's expression changed. He'd bet all the money he had (which, admittedly, wasn't a lot) that he was recalling sentimental memories of his darling.

"If that big smile on your face is anything to go by, I'd say you're thinking of someone very special to you. I'd like to hear about them if you don't mind sticking around for a bit longer."

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[dramatiique]

❝ lie down, you’re going to hurt yourself. ❞ (from frank for ryu su-yeol)

Assorted Sentence Prompts - ( accepting! )

"No, no, I'm good. I'm so good. I've never been better, actually. I'll just be on my way and—" And he wobbled after two steps, falling against a car parked on the side of the road. Not his own car. He didn't even know where he'd left it. Or where K had left it. He'd been too busy running for his life from their enemies to notice...

"Maybe I'll just lean here for a bit," Su-yeol called back to the man who was concerned for him. He casually held up a hand to show that he was okay even though the world was sort of spinning. "Carry on with your night. I won't cause a disturbance again."

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[swiindlerfox]

"What does the fox say?" (this isn't from any of my muses, it's just crack for fun)

"Aish... don't bring up that song around me or I'll kill you." Did singers just go out of their way to create annoying songs for the sake of getting popular fast? Could the people behind that atrocious song even be called singers? Rang thought not.

"Just for saying that and irritating me, you should buy me a treat to make it up to me. Ice cream will suffice."

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[viictorvandort]

❝ you okay? you just seem extra quiet today. ❞ (from manfred)

It wasn't often anyone to notice when he was quieter than what he usually was, so Victor was a little caught off guard by the question. Tripping over his words, he tried to explain without seeming like he needed any sort of reassurance from Manfred.

"I just... I've enjoyed my time here. Even with everything going on." Including the corpse bride that had made it her mission to chase him. "I think I'm just a little sad... knowing I'll have to go back to England soon." He'd liked exploring Midnight and meeting the people there. Despite not being American or being all that good at fitting in with people, Victor liked to think he'd done quite well.

"I suppose... i-if I'm being honest, I don't really want to leave." But he didn't have a choice in the matter.

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[imtiredofbeingafraid]

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“I know it can be tiresome. Even feel frivolous too.” Frank dropped his knapsack to the ground, hearing the clunk of canned soup from inside. “But it’s not. Life, whatever amount of time we have left, has given us a chance. To survive, and help those we come across along the way.” The town was small compared to the cities, desolate too, safe and secure. They could build something here, he could feel it. Make it a home, a safe haven for others. Run it nothing like the QZ’s. “I know after all we’ve been through it’s hard to see, but we have to try, don’t we?”

Dan didn't used to be like this. He was the eternal optimist. The guy with the childish naivety who thought knights in shining armor and superheroes could protect society. He even thought that he could be that guy. It was foolish, a foolish thought from a priviledged man. That was before everything happened and he started feeling like there was no end in sight to this disease as he watched the virus take out chunks of mankind bit by bit.

Long before he knew the dark secret behind it--one he'd been sworn not to share at risk of a global war erupting. It all seemed so pointless now--humanity had no hope of surviving anyways and fighting for supplies and survival was all there was. Adrian got one thing right right, the wars of the past civilizations were over. There was no use in any country declaring a World War. The fungus was a common enemy and it would be victorious.

"Yeah I guess. It's just without a cure--it just feels like we're prolonging the inevitable. Like it's all hopeless because day after day you have to watch somebody else succumb to it." He sighed, "I suppose you're right, we have to do what we can."

[paraphysics]

a pair of silent eyes glistened in the dark ; pinpricks that grew in size as they flew closer — flashing brighter until they broke out into a blinding fluorescence. all consuming. 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺. yet, numbing. " 𝗪𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 ! 𝗪𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 ! 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀�� 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 ! " he gasped and lurched into reality, a sterile room — a bed. he dropped his head back, sinking into thin white linen soaked with cold sweat — the same moisture plastered dark hair to his brow. he swallowed and exhaled shakily, feeling his heart slow some. buckely offered the bed to his left a great full look before uttering his first words since he’d arrived, “ how long have I been out for. ”

ᴘʟᴀʏ ⏯︎ / @crosseddestiny.

[nctafraid]

@crosseddestiny|| "Pssst. Mr. Ryan, what's going on between you and - " Holly nodded in the direction of Espo, knowing that he couldn't see her. " - that guy over there. You two seem... close." She winks playfully, with a tiny smirk at Kevin. "Are you two...?" Her brows raise suggestively and her smirk turns into a grin.

"Wh-what?" He asked, turning to look over at her. "There is nothing happening between us. We're partners, we depened on each other out there. That's all there is to it." Except for the fact that maybe Kevin was in fact crushing on his best friend, but that wasn't really something they needed to talk about.

[theseancekid]

@crosseddestiny sent: “I don’t really care which side wins.”

"No...that's not true. Honey, that's not true, look at me."

His hands haven't trembled this badly since he stopped using, but he grips onto Manfred with all the strength in his body. With a shuddering inhale of the stale air, Klaus can feel Death nearby. It's a feeling he's gotten used to since his days in the mausoleum; after 30 years on this earth, he and Death have learned to keep a gentlemanly distance. He lets her take her fill, never intervenes, doesn't even dare to look in her direction if he can help it. And mostly that's been just dandy— on the few occasions she had come for him throughout the years, he never put up much of a fight, never begged or cried or bartered. He went with her, every single time, and every single time he ended up right back where he started— back on the ground in an alleyway, back on the gurney in the ER, back in the bathroom stall at the dingy little club.

But that was always fine. Really, it was. Klaus never could be convinced to care too deeply about his own life.

Maybe that's why it's all the more jarring, to see her here, in their house, on their couch, with her arms around his...his Manfred.

Don't you fucking dare! he wants to scream. This one is mine! Take anyone else, you can't have him!

"You're not gonna let that side win, you're gonna stay and fight." He digs his nails into the flesh of Manfred's arm. "Not tonight, it's not your time."

The words burn in his throat as he feels the cool breeze, watches the black mass shift closer out of the corner of his eyes.

"P-please...don't leave me."

[viictorvandort]

"I have heard of that," Something they had in common! Even if it was nothing more than a funny marshmallow challenge. "I haven't played it or anything—" Because I don't really have friends to play with. "But it sounds fun." Although, Victor didn't know if he'd be able to trust himself with such a game without embarrassing himself.

With thoughts of drink selection distracting him, Victor wandered over to the fridges. He wasn't big on fizzy drinks but he was willing to try ones he hadn't before. Being in America was all about the experiences and he'd be upset with himself if he tried to retreat back into his shell.

"The Kool-Aid drink. The red one?" Or were they all red? He didn't even know. "That's the drink that comes to mind when I think of America." Victor paused as he thought about it."

...But is it just for kids?" It might just be a drink mainly marketed towards kids. What else was there? Taking a second to browse, he noted that there was a lot of energy drinks on display. He honestly wasn't big on those either. "Iced tea might be good for me, too. Not because of the British thing but because it's so hot here. Is Arizona iced tea good?"

Sweeties? Manfred had heard sweetie used as a term of endearment, but never sweets called sweeties before. He momentarily wondered what other words were spoken differently in the UK compared to America, but the thought disappeared as he heard Victor’s silly attempt at a Texan accent. If only Lem or Bobo was around to hear it too. Desperately trying not to chuckle, he still couldn’t help a smirk that spread across his lips. Attempting to hide it, he dipped his head down to peer at a shelf full of chips, and plucked out a BBQ. Straightening up, he frowned lightly at the question posed to him, “Huh, you know what, I’m not sure what kind of snacks can only be found here. Not sure the Gas N’ Go is the place that would stock up on it either…” There certainly was food Victor would only find in Texas, and most of that he’d already been introduced to at the restaurant Home Cookin’.

It came as a huge surprise to see the other pick out the sour snacks over sweet or savoury. “You’ll be making the fish face forever if you eat too many of those,” he joked, tapping the Warheads bag, then nodded encouragingly at the suggestion. “Absolutely we should… Oh man - ” Snagging a bag of marshmallows off the shelf, he held it up grin growing, “Ever played Chubby Bunny? Basically fill your mouth with marshmallows as you say Chubby Bunny, and the person who can say it clearly without chewing or swallowing, wins. Not real a game you can play while driving, but if we pull over for a stop, could always try.”

“Now what about something to drink. I know there’s not the greatest selection in here, but…” He approached the back fridges and waved a hand at the selection of drinks behind the glass. “Anything you’d like to try?”

[feilien]

@crosseddestiny said: “ [ walk ] sender helps receiver walk by staying by their side and holding onto them (from manfred) " {♚ x PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY ||  Accepting x}

 It had been a close call. Hell, it might yet be. Just because he had made it out of the shooting alive, didn’t mean he’d survive the bullet he’d taken to the stomach. If being hunted down your own men — no, your grandfather’s men — wasn’t proof enough that his entire life had been a lie, Matt wasn’t sure what was. It had all started innocently enough; Matt had seen things from a different angle, a different perspective. He’d always been told that ‘the victims’ of their criminal dealings deserved it. That they had made the wrong choices, lived their life in a way that had led them down that path and no one else was responsible for it but they themselves. They were scum, worthless, and anything that happened to them, they deserved. The Black Dragons were merely executioner in this. And Matt had believed it. Had looked down on the people addicted to drugs and gambling, or taking out loans at interest rates they couldn’t afford. The Black Dragons were enabling, sure, but it wasn’t their fault those people were in that predicament to begin with.

 Until he started studying at university and working at a law firm. Some of the cases he had to study had been downright brutal and gruesome. It wasn’t just desperate men and women who had fallen victim to gang and triad violence, but children, too. How could children deserve that kind of fate? It didn’t sound right. So Matt had the nerve to ask: are you sure what we’re doing is right? It hadn’t sat too well with his grandfather, and after a verbal reprimand, Matt didn’t bring it up again for a while.

 Until he did. This time he didn’t cave. He questioned his grandfather and the clan repeatedly, struggling to understand what was truly right and wrong. Slowly, but surely, he could feel his entire world collapsing all around him. What exactly had turned Matt from being heir of the clan to being hunted, he wasn’t too sure. One night his mother burst into his room, telling him to pack a suitcase and leave. Run. Run as far away as possible.

 It was somewhere in Texas where they finally caught up with him. What followed was a high speed chase, then a shootout. In the end, Matt emerged victorious, but critically injured and close to bleeding to death. He’d managed to drag himself to a nearby town. Midnight, Texas. He’d never heard of it before, but he didn’t really care. As long as they had a doctor, or.. anyone that could help him, where he was was of no importance.

 “You really don’t need to help me,” Matt muttered through clenched teeth, holding his side in an attempt to slow the bleeding. “All I needed was some directions to a doctor. Hell, a vet will do, too. Don’t really care.” Despite his words, he couldn’t deny that the help was greatly appreciated. His legs had slowly stopped listening to him and every step had become a chore. “I suppose I should apologize for ruining your shirt, too. Blood stains rarely come out.”

[themerchliing]

can you believe this weather? (from little kay... just not on the right account atm, sorry!)

"It's awful... I really thought we could go apple picking today." It would have been possible if it had been a light drizzle but the wind battering the downpour against the windows had other plans — it didn't look like it would clear anytime soon.

"We'll just have to think of something else to do." Turning from the scene that raged on outside, he regarded the room. A big house like this with all these rooms and he still couldn't think of how best to entertain the child.

"Should we try some painting? I could use some new ones to brighten up the art room." He'd gotten some fresh paint just a few days earlier and could use some inspiration to actually use them.

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