#etxrnaleclipse

[radicalrascals]

@etxrnaleclipse I'm soooorrryyyy

João leaned back in the CEO's chair, his lips curling into a self-satisfied smirk as the soft leather moulded to his body. It suited him, he thought. The office was bathed in dim afternoon light, the kind that softened the hard edges of expensive furniture but couldn't mask the ruthlessness in his eyes. His fingers were dancing across the keyboard with the ease of a pianist at the crescendo of a masterpiece. Two weeks ago, a covert admin access had been installed in the guise of a routine IT update. Now João had everything he needed to install custom spyware designed to give him access to all the reports, documents, emails that promised valuable leverage. If used wisely, this intel could upend rivals and cement João's quiet rise.

The soft click of the door opening yanked João from his reverie. His heart jolted, but his mind raced faster. Practised, he removed the usb drive, shut the laptop down and flipped it shut, before he slipped out of the chair and moved to the side of the desk, casually feigning interest in a framed certificate on the wall. When the CEO entered, João turned smoothly, his face breaking into an easy smile as though he'd been caught in an innocent moment of admiration. "Ah! I was just waiting for you. I wanted to discuss the pitch adjustments directly, but you weren't here, so I thought I'd kill time reading your accolades. Quite impressive." He gestured at the plaque and chuckled lightly hoping a little flattery would dispel any suspicion. "Did I come at a bad time?"

[thefvrious]

@etxrnaleclipse sent -> 011. the last train compartment that's not full

Heading back home had always been hard. It forced Milo to put a mask back on, and, lately, it had been slipping. As he made his way through the train compartments, he felt his irritation grow. Of course he would pick the one all booked up with nowhere to sit lugging his huge bag on his shoulder. Finally, he made it to the end... almost all full up, only a few seats, and, there, at the end, perhaps the most handsome man Milo had ever seen. He should have turned and run instead, when they made eye contact, he shifted and gestured with a nod of his head toward the seat opposite the man. "Can I sit there?"

[nctafraid]

@etxrnaleclipse gets a starter cause we can't control ourselves

Carlos thought that he had everything back together. Or at least as together as he could given the circumstances. It seemed as if the universe was sending him a massive sign telling him that he isn't meant to be loved. Becacuse as soon as he allows himself to trust the process, trust his feelings, the one person he loved more than anything didn't actually want forever with him.

Carlos hadn't seen TK since the ICU, wanting to stick around and see if he wakes up but instead getting called away. He didn't know why he stayed as long as he did, sitting at the bedside of someone who crushed his heart. The answer was simple to him, it was TK. And TK was worth all of it. He heard from Owen that TK made it, but left Austin.

That was almost two years ago. He was still responding to patrol calls, trying to figure out exactly what it was he wanted to do with the rest of his life. The truth was that Carlos had stalled out in life and didn't know how to move forward. Which is how he ended up at the scene of a car accident, trying to move people away from the two cars that had collided. He wasn't surprised to see the 126 pull up, they usually ended up on the same calls. What did surprise him was seeing TK Strand climb out of the back of the ambulance and head towards the accident.

[theforsakvn]

@etxrnaleclipse liked this post for a short lyric one-liner starter.

"Home to Another One" by Madison Beer (trevor anderson, movie theater clerk, human, josh hutcherson)

"Do you still talk about me like I still belong to you?"

[forthewinn]

@etxrnaleclipse

If it were up to Winn he would have a different life. His college degrees would be used for more than just hacking because his father told him to and his day job would be his only job. He wanted to be more than he was, but the truth was that maybe he wasn't cut out for anything more. No one would believe that the son of someone like Winn Schott Sr would want to just be a normal person. A better person.

Which is why he wasn't fully surprised when he heard a noise in his apartment, it wasn't a common occurrence but also not the first time it had happened either. His father only in the apartment across the hall gave Winn almost a false sense of security. His father wouldn't let someone just take off with the thing he loved the most, even if it was more of a twisted love that was more possession.

As he stood to exit his room, Winn grabbed the lightsaber that was mounted on the wall. It wasn't going to do much but maybe at least give him a second to run while the person in his apartment stood shocked at his weapon of choice. Carefully he walked down the hall, his Darth Vader pajamas not being a choice he regretted. Still, he turned the corner into the main living room and called out. "Just so you know, I have a weapon." He called as he lit up the green light saber, the light hum filling the room.

[stayliquid]

closed starter for @etxrnaleclipse !! muse. ethan james

"you think you're cute, huh? newsflash, babe. i'm cuter."

[legendaryl0stpieces]

Closed starter for @etxrnaleclipse based off from this! || Zara & Derek

"Dinner is almost done, and Lily is fast asleep and was fed a little bit over an hour ago." Derek told her, with a small smile on his lips. They have grown close since she moved into the building and he didn't mind helping her with her daughter at all. Plus it was nice to hang out with her. Yes, feelings developed over time, slowly. But he wasn't sure if it was right thing considering their age difference and how Lily would feel. Honestly he couldn't stay away, he didn't want to stay away either. Not unless it was what Zara wanted. "How was your day?"

[heroexxs]

"Look, why don't we just stay out of each other's way. I told the chief that I didn't need any help on this case." Miles grumbled as he glared over at Theo. This was his case, it had always been his case until recently when their chief said that's might be biting off more than he could chew. The last thing he wanted was help, and the last person he wanted help from was Theo. Their names always bounced around as possible candidates for any sort of promotion and Miles always wanted to separate in hopes of finally getting that promotion. "It'll take too long for you to catch up anyway." He muttered as he slid the file across the table. "Everything's in there if you really want to try and catch up, that's up to you." Whatever happened he wanted to solve it as quickly as possible, especially in hopes of the recognition that it would give him. "I'm heading out, if you want to tag along that's up to you but like I said, I don't need any help."

// @etxrnaleclipse

[dreamofyou]

continued. | @etxrnaleclipse

it  takes  a  damn  lot  for  ethan  to  blow  a  fuse,  especially  at  someone  he  cares  about.  but  especially  at  benji.  any  sense  of  rationale  and  control  wipes  clean  when  benji's  in  danger.  "look, benji.  i-"  ethan's  about  to  say  some  more,  but  stops  as  benji  fires  back.  fury  simmers  down,  soon  giving  way  to  guilt.  benji's  right─  ethan's  nearly  died  in  these  missions  too  many  times  to  count.  he  almost  says,  'but  you  need  to  live.  you'll  be  okay  without  me.'  but  wouldn't  that  be  a  slap  in  the  face?  after  a  deep  breath,  ethan's  gaze  softens.  "i'm  sorry.  i  was . . .  scared."  benji's  one  of  the  only  people  ethan's  this  vulnerable  with.  "i  already  put you in danger  you  too  many  times.  i  don't  know  what  i'd  do  if  i  lost  you."             

[ilonarakoski]

Sibling Chaos: The Return

"Well. That was... um. A decision. We decided to make. Hmm." She checked her laser pistol-- still 75% charged, thank goodness. "So, uh. Now what?"

[harvies]

closed starter for @etxrnaleclipse from phillip to rowan!

phillip adjusted his glasses, glancing at his watch for the third time. he wasn’t anxious — at least that’s what he told himself — but it had been a while since he’d invited anyone to lunch. truth be told, he wasn’t sure. was it too forward? he brushed a stray crumb off the table, his paperwork stacked neatly to the side as if he needed proof of his reason for lingering.

the restaurant was warm, cosy even. he looked up just as the door swung open, and there was rowan, strolling in with that easy confidence that seemed so natural. phillip couldn’t help but smile and raise a hand in greeting. “ah, there you are!” he called out, his voice carrying just enough to reach over the soft buzz of the room.

[radicalrascals]

@etxrnaleclipse for the assorted question prompts

didn't we agree to do this together? (Steven to Eve)

"You had a concussion, and a lovely partner to nurse you back to health. I can deal with an investigation on my own. Doesn't mean I prefer it, though. Besides, most of it was just a waste of time. Dead ends left and right. But once we got the lab results in, we were back in the game. You'll love this; here." She handed Steven a mugshot of a young, vaguely familiar looking man. "The fingerprints on your gun, beside your own, belong to a Gabriel Luis Herrán. Born in Mendota, California to Chilean immigrants. Orphaned when he was nine, got separated from his older brother, passed around like a hot potato in the foster care system. It's almost textbook material. Kid turned to petty crime. Shoplifting, mostly. Then he gets older, and bolder. Until he's twenty-two and just suddenly poof. He vanishes. Perhaps he's left the country. That photo there is his last mugshot from around twenty years ago. What's even more interesting is, that because you reported that burning car, the forensics team had a chance to analyse it. They found a used epipen and a whole fucking lot of blood. Whose you may ask? Our very own Theo Matos, who's still in hospital recovering from being stabbed after he thwarted a b&e. If you ask me, Herrán has come a long way from being a shoplifting kid. He's grown into a very dangerous man."

[thefvrious]

@etxrnaleclipse liked for a starter and got rocco lombardi

Rocco had thought he'd left behind the life of crime when he'd left Baltimore and signed his first Hollywood contract. He'd been wrong, though, as all these years later it's come to bite him in the ass. But who is he to say 'no' to a friend in need? "I don't like this. It feels... wrong." He says, shifting his weight from one foot to the other with a degree of uncertainty that he hasn't felt since he was much younger. He's mentally transported to a time when his confidence wasn't on 1000, suddenly feels like that thug kid from his youth — confused, afraid, ready to run. "Let's get it over with as quickly as possible..."

[nctafraid]

@etxrnaleclipse liked this for an angsty starter

He really thought he had it figured out, that he could finally do something as simple as cook TK dinner without having to feel like a burden. Instead his arm turned red as he looked at the burn on his arm from when he had tried to catch himself. Unfortunately he misjudged and instead of landing his forearm on the counter it ended up on the hot stove, Carlos immediately pulling back. His crutches were on the floor already, the bread he was grabbing for the grilled cheese on the floor next to him.

He had planned for everything to be simple, things he could carry while also balancing himself on his crutches and food that only required him to stay in one place. But of course nothing goes simple, and before he knows it TK is coming from the bedroom and he looks up in defeat. "I'm fine." He replied as he tried to figure out how he was going to get up before TK made it across the room. The last thing he wanted was to have TK have to do more for him.

[theforsakvn]

@etxrnaleclipse sent an ask meme x :

"I can stay and help you finish this if you want." - Diogo to Lilani

She had agreed to work on making some pieces for an art gallery but lost time by focusing too much on her work. So hearing those words felt like hope to Lilani. Putting her paintbrush down she spun in her chair to look towards the other. "Are you sure?" Her signature cheerful smile was painted on her lips. "I don't want to hear you complaining about how difficult it may be. If that's a deal. Then yes please."

[thewritcrinme]

@etxrnaleclipse

Many men of his stature owned dogs, but Killian was never really a dog person. Not because he hated them, he just didn't see himself as a dog person. Always clingy, always needy, always taking over the bed space? But cats however, were more independent. Perhaps like himself? He didn't need anyone at his side constantly to feel validated, just like a feline. They practically cared for themselves and if comfort was needed, they'd sit in your lap without taking up too much space.

Tonight his Tabby cat wasn't feeling so well. He could tell just by the way he refused to move from his own bed. In fact he hadn't even seen him eat and that concerned Killian greatly. So with a blanket wrapped protectively around the orange tabby, Killian was headed out in the pouring rain at 8 in the evening to the first veterinary clinic he could find that was opened late that night.

Upon juggling for addresses on his phone while steering the wheel, he safely found a clinic about fifteen minutes from where he resided and as soon as he reached there, he put his car into a crappy parking space, taking up at least two parking spaces before heading out of the car.

His cat was engulfed in his arms as he hunched over him as the rain came down on him, but once inside the clinic, he straightened up. He walked up to the only receptionist for the night and with wet arms reached over for a pen. "Is there anyone available now?" he asked because while the lobby was empty, he wasn't sure if that just meant there were patients inside. He knew the process, you signed in, and then waited while forms were given to you to fill out.

When the receptionist gave him an estimate of twenty minutes, he just nodded and grabbed the forms that were handed to him. He wasn't really planning on filling them out while Garfield was sick. He'd wait until later, for now he took a seat with the forms and pen placed on the empty seat beside him.

"Maybe just the rain. Maybe you have a small cold. Regardless it'll teach you not to go out during the cold nights." he chastised, as if the cat would understand a word he was saying.