#etxrnaleclipse

[radicalrascals]

Paulo poured the rum with a heavy hand, the amber liquid sloshing over the rim of the glass onto the counter. He didn't bother wiping it up just yet. This was only the beginning of their mess. "Bem," he muttered, setting the bottle aside with a clink. His eyes darted to the assortment of mismatched bottles, then to his fridge. "Grenadine and suco de maracujá," he declared, as if sugar and regret were the perfect pairing.

Grabbing the grenadine, he poured a vivid red splash that could've passed for a crime scene. Then came the passion fruit juice, way too much, turning the drink into a murky swamp. "Should we try?" He pushed the glass closer to Vic, but when he attempted to add two straws, his hands almost betrayed him; shaky, like the weight of Vic's words couldn't sit quietly. "It's missing something, isn't it?" Like his life, and he was looking directly at his missing counterpart.

When he saw Paulo's response to his comment, he wondered if he had crossed a line. Stating that his life would be in the other man's hands was maybe a little dramatic, but he meant it. He would always trust the other with his life, whether it was badly made cocktails or in a dangerous situation.

"But they are worth it. I remember many a fun night spent with you and these liquid headaches. Sure, the hangovers sucked, but the high I got from them in the immediate? That was great." It had been the very high that had made him kiss Paulo all those years ago, so maybe not always great.

[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?"

[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."

[nctafraid]

@etxrnaleclipse gets a starter we barely talked about

California was not part of his plan. Granted for the first time in his life, Carlos didn't really have a plan. Not when he was 22 and applied for several different police academies after graduating college and ended up getting accepted to the Manhattan Beach Police Department. So he packed up everything he had and left Texas in hopes of finding himself, and finding a place of true acceptance.

Now here he was nearly 7 years later, still in the same city but finding her was a different person. Or at least, a happier person. Just like every other morning, Carlos had planned for his morning run, deciding last minute to try a new route. He had a little extra time before his shift and he was forcing himself to be a little more okay with being out of his routine. The route ended up right along the beach, the sound of the waves giving him company as he ran past a few businesses. Most were closed, still being a little too early for a meal next to the open water, but a small coffee shop seemed to be operating with a line forming. That wasn't what caught his eye. No. It was the guy at the next business over standing outside a small burger joint. Carlos had to admit that he looked a little longer than he should have, and made a mental note to go back.

And he did. It didn't take much convincing to get Brandon to join him for a burger. They both liked trying local places, and his partner would never give up a chance to watch the waves. Carlos was fairly certain that despite denying it, Brandon surfed in his off hours. Turning down his radio, Carlos looked up at the building he had run past that morning and hoped that the man who had been outside before would in fact be here. Luck seemed to be on his side, Carlos opening the door and spotting the person he was hoping to talk to standing behind the counter. He heard his partner make a comment about Carlos not being here for the food, and he found himself rolling his eyes and approaching the counter.

"Got any good recommendations for a first timer?"

[casareds]

that isn't a face that adrien could forget , it's not a face that adrien thought he would ever see again . he'd spent so many nights over the years thinking about him , and here he was . adrien especially didn't expect a class he was teaching to be somewhere the other would turn up . hands rub on the fabric of his sweats , he's nervous. he's not even here for him and yet his nerves are shot . he slowly makes his way over , slight smile pulling on his lips . " hey ... "

⌗ closed starter.   ﹙ based on this plot .﹚

[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.

[muse-legion]

Closed starter for: @etxrnaleclipse

The beaming sun was blinding his vision as he laid down on the towel he’d placed onto the grass earlier. His body still sweaty from both, the heat and the volleyball game they’d just played with some friends. Summer breaks were his favorites, he got to hang out with his buddies and just enjoy life as it was. Rolling over, he grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and started to rub it into his skin, covering his legs, arms and torso, before he handed it to Pedro, turning his back towards him. “Mind giving me hand?”. They’d been friends for some time now and he couldn’t deny the little crush he had on the other young man. However, he knew where Pedro was coming from and understood he had yet to find the courage to open up about his feelings and preferences and that was okay. He wasn’t going to push him into anything and just went with the natural flow of things instead.

[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

[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?"

[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..."

[radicalrascals]

@etxrnaleclipse for the Anger/Betrayal RP Starters meme

"Wait until the boss finds out." (Danny to Colmilho)

Eyes as cold as ice, a perpetual storm brewing beneath their steely surface. Ever since Delegado Paulo Almeida had lost his wife to a senseless act of violence, empathy had drained from him, leaving a hardened shell in its place. His life had become a relentless pursuit of justice, or perhaps it was just vengeance running rampant. And tonight, his focus was on the Baltimore Brat; Paulo shoved Danny into the backseat of his rented car, the metallic clink of handcuffs behind the young man's back punctuating the dark silence. Colmilho didn't bother with a seatbelt; as safety was the least of his concerns.

"Oh, he will find out. But that's in the future. So far in the future. Where's your precious boss now, hm? That's right; not here to help you." A scoff. Then Paulo tossed a tote bag over Danny's head, obscuring his vision and disorienting him. "Don't worry. We're not heading to the station," the delegado informed him then, his voice a low, dangerous growl. As he slid into the driver's seat, he could feel the anticipation thrumming in his veins, a twisted symphony of adrenaline and grim satisfaction. He turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life with a menacing purr. Colmilho slammed the accelerator, sending the car lurching forward. He manoeuvred through the desolate streets with reckless abandon, accelerating then braking abruptly, weaving through the maze of urban decay with no discernible pattern. The car's erratic movements transformed Danny into a ragdoll, his body slamming against the interior with sickening thuds that were almost musical in their irregularity.

The young man's yelps of pain were drowned out by the smooth, incongruous strains of Bossa Nova that Paulo blasted from the speakers. The cheerful melodies provided a grotesque counterpoint to the chaos inside the car. His knuckles turned white as Colmilho gripped the steering wheel tighter, muscles straining against the centrifugal forces. Each sharp turn, each abrupt stop was a calculated move, designed to break Danny's spirit. And when he finally had enough, Paulo brought the car to an abrupt halt. The sudden stillness was jarring, a stark contrast to the violent motion that preceded it. The delegado stepped out, his boots crunching against the gravel as he yanked the car door open and dragged his victim out.

When he lifted the tote bag from Danny's head, his face was revealed a bloody mess, a testament to the brutality of their little joyride. There was the littlest hint of a fleeting smirk playing around the delegado's lips, not out of joy, but because he knew he had broken through the brat's bravado. The smirk vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a look of grim determination. "Hope you feel a little more chatty now," Paulo said, his voice dripping with menace. In that moment, Colmilho was not a delegado of the Polícia Federal but an avenger, his humanity eroded by the relentless pursuit of a justice that had long since lost its righteousness. "Or we can embark on another fun little joyride. Believe me. I can do this all. night. long."

[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.

[unburiedhatchet]

@etxrnaleclipse Continued thread [x]

Michael raised an eyebrow, exhaling through his nose as he came to the realization that getting rid of this guy wasn't going to be so easy. He'd been interviewed enough times to see persistence in a man's eye.

"I'm sure you'll feel pretty stupid when you realize you're wasting your time, but I'll bite," he said, reluctantly opening the door enough to let the man walk through. Thankfully, his family was out for the day. Last thing he needed was them getting involved. "Let's just make this quick, though. Got somewhere to be soon."