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[imprvdente]

@multipleoccupancy . King Arthur gets robbed 🤷‍♀️

It wasn't the first time that Fish had to travel the universes to indulge Dimitri's newest whim. In fact, she was sure that his requests were becoming increasingly ridiculous. After asking her to bring him the Apples of the Hesperides because he was craving apple pie, he had now told her to fetch him the Holy Grail, no less. All because he couldn't be bothered to wash his goddamn mugs. You'd think that after 20.000 years of being alive, the man would do his chores.

She was hoping for an easy trip. Get in, get the Grail, get out. Simple enough, right? Especially with a magical door that led to virtually anywhere. The only problem was that she didn't really know where the Holy Grail was kept, in this big castle. And the more she roamed the place, the more likely she risked getting caught. She was pretty sure that if a guard saw a woman with a sword and a pair of jeans, they'd think she was a witch or something.

She climbed an endless flight of stairs for the umpteenth time that night, finally finding herself in a dark, secluded room atop a dungeon. And finally, here it was. Dimitri's newest mug.

"Bingo," she said to herself, too enthralled in her victory to hear the footsteps behind her.

[othcrside]

@annisa--adler hermione + annisa : december 11, the creamery ice cream & coffee bar

Nerves ignited with the most foreign sensation of panic, Hermione had known they'd thrown themselves far out of their depth from the moment they took their seat in the Creamery. This shouldn't be mistaken for regret, however — there was nothing more that could enshroud them in giddiness than the presence of Annisa Adler. Still, they had never seriously pursued anyone in their tender twenty-four years of existence. As theatrical and animated as they presented themselves, it was always a pill finding someone who could stomach them in their entirety. And, in spite of their complete opposite personalities and way of approaching the world, Annisa didn't seem deterred by Hermione's pure zest for life. To most, they were a burden, but to Annisa... They were an adventure, it felt like, and they knew that because they'd felt the same about them.

In their lap was a gift wrapped present. Was it too forward, offering gifts on the first date? They weren't certain, but gift giving was one of their chief love languages, so they tried not to read into it too much. They had patiently waited for their date's arrival, forgoing ordering first in case the other might want to share a meal instead. They could never be too certain, after all. Warm, hopeful brown eyes cast upward when the door came swinging open and Annisa appeared in the threshold. "Nisa!" they blurted out in exclamation, beaming already as they waved them over. Desperately, they wished they could envelop them in a tight embrace, but they were doing their best to rein in their more overwhelming habits. "I saved us a seat here. How are you? You look absolutely lovely, if I may say so myself." Hermione was dressed in their normal garbs, just up-scaled for the occasion; a white-collared black top paired with a matching red and black plaid skirt, plus the thickest white stockings they could find in their wardrobe. A beret sat perfect on the crown of their head and, of course, their signature pair of spotless Mary Jane's kept them on their toes. Clearly they were looking to impress. "I might have arrived a bit early, but I haven't ordered yet. Come, let's sit. I bear gifts!"

[lvciddreamt]

@wildhcrses

“wow. didn’t think i’d find you in this part of town.” amber’s tone was mocking, all bravado and bitterness as she stepped closer. she’d come back to get the last of her clothes from the motel room, but clearly she wasn’t the only one with unfinished business. “i got a fancy new place now.” she was clearly bragging, even if she tried to play it cool. “you wouldn’t believe it was mine if you saw it. especially after months of living in this dump.” disdain filled her voice as she smacked the bedside lamp to the floor, shattering it. “so what are you doing here, huh? come to kiss and make up?”

[fvnnythiings]

jax would never admit it out loud, but kingers fort ? it was actually pretty d@*# comfortable. the pillows, albeit digitized, were a lot cozier than the hard ground ; harsh both in its flatness & the glaringly bright colors that jax could, if given time & effort, recall taking quite a long time to get accustomed to. it was also pleasantly dark inside — not the fabricated kind of simulated darkness that came about as quickly as it took caine to snap his fingers & looked almost warped at the edges, fake & artificial. this was just . . . dark. & it didn’t totally suck.

he tells himself that the only reason he’s even here in the first place was out of boredom & an innate desire to annoy. kinger, it would seem, was simply the prime target of jax’s current bout of nonsense. he hadn’t anticipated for their time together to become so . . normal ?

��� well, i hope you had a blast just being able to skip out on this last adventure. must’ve been nice not havin’ to, y’know, actually do the job or work. unlike some of us. and gangle ? ohhhohoho, boy. gangle. she was the worst. just what were you even doing, anyway ? and — why are you. looking at me. like that ? ❞

/ @circusroyal liked for a jax toy !

[seongxhyunwoo-archive]

WITH: @theobailey LOCATION: the teacher's lounge

Scanning the menu card in his hand, he cast a glance around the diner which was already bustling with other Sunday morning brunch-goers. And though their tradition had usually been to catch up at bars when they were both across the pond, Hyun Woo had suggested a bit more of a wholesome haunt for their catch up now that his good friend was a father who maybe needed a drink, but more than anything probably need a little time away with sugar and substances that didn’t cause him to be inebriated. Hence the brunch, rather than drinks. “Surprising as it may be, I’ve actually never really had authentic pancakes.” He assumed these would be authentic, seeing as they were in a diner in America that specialized in them. “And I figured, we have plenty to catch up on, so might as well make them endless.” It had been too long since he had last seen Theo, and he was looking forward to hearing how his foray into fatherhood was treating him.

[hvbris]

@omniishambles . Harry gets a new dad 🐍

It all happened so fast that by the time the young boy extracted himself from the small cupboard under the stairs, his aunt and uncle were already dead. It was a rather clean scene, all things considered. No blood, no mess, nothing but two corpses laying on the cushioned carpets.

"Harry," said The Dark Lord, casting an almost gentle look at the boy, "I did not mean to scare you." And to prove his point, he lowered his wand, putting it back into his robes. Not that Harry Potter would even know what a wand was. He had grown up surrounded by muggles, kept in the dark about who he really was.

"In fact, I am here to help. I understand how confusing and scary this must look, but I assure you that I can explain everything. Perhaps you can even sense it already, Harry, that you are not like other children your age."

[stillresolved]

continued from here! / @geaesaekki

FINDING FRIENDS IN THIS DAY AND AGE IS A GODSEND. Friends have never come easily to Felicity- acquaintances, sure, but actual friends, people she would be willing to go to the pub and share a drink with? Far and few.

( There weren’t many girls in Oxford she would consider friends. There were even fewer in Los Angeles. Pretty, beautiful girls who were cutthroat, wolves hiding in sheep’s clothing. It was sad to see, their fangs coming out over petty issues. Like a man. )

So in a city that never sleeps, a city where the newcomers arrive to start anew, Detective Lim is a breath of fresh air. She’s blunt, free-spirited and determined. A woman who knows what she wants and will get it. That’s why if there’s anyone who’s going to take down La Rose, it’s going to be her. Felicity believes- no she knows it.

She raises her own glass with the same beer Mara is drinking. “Well that’s murder.” Which is just one step more than violence, but what’s the point in clarifying that? Mara’s crass with her jokes anyways. “But if you do end up doing that to the board, I’ll look the other way.” She takes a sip of her beer and snorts. “What, you looking to switch jobs? He might be rich, but I’ll tell you he pays his employees shit.”

Felicity shakes her head. For all the times they’ve shared drinks and even spoken, Felicity has said very little about herself and for good reason. How many people would take her seriously if she said time traveling was possible?

 “...He hurt someone I care about,” she says finally. Easier to phrase it like that.  Eyes sharpen. “They did something he didn’t like so he ruined them. Working for him is the best way to ruin him.” Another sip. “Back to La Rose though, who do you want me to look into next? I can see if I can…start a conversation with them at the meeting tomorrow.”

[michellexyoon]

WITH: @georgie-abhrams LOCATION: georgie's pool house

Suitcase in tow, the second she’d stepped foot in Georgia, she knew exactly where she was going. Amid the chaos that was her divorce, plans to travel to New Orleans had fallen through. Rather, they’d never been made. But she refused to let her ex-husband dictate how she spent her birthday. The ticket for February 29 was cancelled. Because instead of spending March 1 with her best friends, Michelle had sat across the table from a spiteful son of a bitch that she’d once called the most magnificent love of her life. Happy fucking birthday, Shelly.

It wasn’t her parents that Michelle sought out as she made her way back to Covington. No, she went straight to the Abhrams estate, straight to the friend whose birthday was close enough to hers that it felt like together, they could compensate for how shitty her own had been. Yet she’d found the house empty when she let herself in. Clearly Georgie wasn’t back and though she drifted off to sleep watching the door, she heard no key turn throughout the evening.

It was well past noon when Michelle finally awoke, once again finding no traces of Georgie. She nearly pulled out her phone to ask if she was dead and if so, why the hell she didn’t take Michelle with her. But the doorknob turned, and Michelle, who’d helped herself to breakfast ( or lunch in this case ), turned to face her friend. “You’re early. Don’t tell me you celebrated with bad sex.” Michelle's tone was blasé, as though it was completely normal that she would be here, considering she had dropped in unannounced. “I am vindictive and would wish that on someone else if they weren’t here to welcome me, but never on you.”

[wyattxabhrams]

WITH: @ryanparrish LOCATION: some path in sterling lakes

It was peaceful to get away from everything. His phone, which was otherwise always by his side, also abandoned in the car that sat in the parking lot. Walking the lake bed ( that apparently was Renzie’s now ), he tried his hardest to keep his thoughts from wandering away from just the views of nature surrounding him. It was truly a cry for help if Wyatt had ventured away from civilization and into the woods in search of serenity. But he needed to disconnect. From work, from life, from the past. With no real destination in mind, he walked through the meandering path charted by the many others before him who walked this very same route. But where he hoped for solitude, he ended up encountering the last person he would have expected to find.

Six months. He’d been back in town a little over six months and this was the first time that he’d encountered Ryan Parrish. Or at least encountered him in a situation where it was impossible to walk away without burning whatever remained of their relationship. But it was odd. How after this long, despite returning to the town he swore to never set foot in, he had not once bothered to seek out the man whose presence in his life had been constant growing up. Few memories existed without the Parrishes. And fewer without Ryan. Yet for two decades, Wyatt had lived life as if Ryan Parrish never existed for him at all. If asked why, which he desperately hoped he wouldn’t be, Wyatt did not have an answer.

“I nearly thought you were a park ranger.” A familiar greeting that attempted to sidestep the obvious lack of familiarity between them. And though the remark was aimed at Ryan’s physical change, the statement ran true throughout. Wyatt would not recognize him inside or out. Who was this Ryan Parrish? As children, they knew each other through and through. Yet the last memory Wyatt had was of the lanky teenager who he’d bid farewell at the airport. Standing before him, twenty years later, was a man he no longer knew. After all, Wyatt Abhrams had changed. Ryan Parrish undoubtedly had as well.

[thewrenxharlow]

status: closed @calvinwalsh

where: random spot at the festival

Something like this definitely wasn't Wren's speed--not because she was against flowers, but because she'd never really partook in such a big event like this and it was a lot of people. Happy people and happy families and bright ass colors...

Okay maybe she was a little against the flowers.

But since everyone was here, she figured what the hell and she'd see what all the fuss was about, maybe find a tree to sit under and day drink since she saw the bar had a beer garden- which is exactly what she was doing now, a plastic cup of beer mostly emptied in one hand and a joint in the other, taking a long drag from it as she people watched. She was just blowing the smoke out too when a shadow came up over her and she huffed the rest of it out of her mouth. "Before you try and give me shit this is a nature thing and pot comes a leaf thank you very much."

[eggsmuses-a]

Ren has a watchful eye on the student before him as his thumb hovers over his phone. The delinquent tries to keep his gaze loose, uncaring, but he can't help but focus intently on what Yoshino is doing—after catching wind of him stumbling in the palace, he needed to assess the other. Keep close tabs, fly under the radar.

What's most peculiar to Amamiya, however, is that like the other thieves, Yoshino had donned a Mementos outfit when being dragged in.

Which only means he has the potential of wielding a Persona.

Morgana purrs into Joker's ear, his words rolling with his vibrating tongue, - ❝ Joker, I know you're eager, but shouldn't we talk this over with the other thieves first ? ❞ It's less concern more than it is demand. Joker knows the cat has every right to want to remain in the shadows for the moment, but that doesn't mean he should follow those wishes.

He simply shakes his head, giving a swat over his companion's head to shove him back into the drooping school bag on his back. Reluctant, Morgana slides down with a newl, shifting awkwardly followed by a hiss.

‘ What a drama queen, ’ Ren rolls his eyes, peering over other students to reassess where his target had disappeared to. The bell rings nearby, with classmates moving for the exit &. shoving him along with them. Ren slips his phone back into his pocket, side-stepping around the clumps of traffic as he makes haste to the door.

Ahead is Shinjiro, so he makes an effort to reach out &. turn him around by his shoulder.

ʀ ——— ❝ Hey, ❞ Amamiya tries to smile, glasses glistening, ❝ I need to talk to you. Mind coming with ? ❞ Smooth. So smooth that he'll be hearing Morgana nag about how not-so subtle he was with that confrontation.

@phantom-anarchy plotted !

[imprvdente]

@omniishambles​ . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

This affair had been organized like these things always are, and all Océanne had ever seen of her betrothed was a portrait. Emperor Tepes had not seen much more. Two portraits, a few letters, and she was already on her way to the mountains of the Carpathians. But she supposed it was more than enough, for this union was motivated by very practical instincts. He wanted a beautiful wife, and she wanted a powerful husband. (not that the Emperor lacked beauty, on the contrary). 

The carriage traveled from Lithuania, and after a week long journey, arrived at the castle. She was led inside with her lady’s maid, and brought to her chambers to prepare (after all, shouldn’t she look her best?). After a bath and a new silk dress, finally she was taken to see the Emperor.

Océanne felt a sort of trepidation; impatience perhaps? She was far from being a naive young woman, and yet, she could not help but feel excitation at the prospect of meeting the man she was to marry. Rumors traveled all around Europe, of course, and she knew of his reputation. A terrible man indeed. But wasn’t she, herself, a terrible young lady with a taste for blood?

Walking into the room, she caught only a glimpse of him, towering over her, before she had to curtsy. Head tilted for a moment, trying to drink in what little she had seen (the dark eyebrows, the intense eyes, the sharp jaw).

“Your majesty,” she said, slowly standing up, “it is an honor to finally meet you.”

[zioncarter]

— location: quarry park — date and time:  saturday morning — availability: closed | @claytoncalhoun

Zion didn’t have any clients for that particular morning, which gave him the chance of taking care of himself. And it was a beautiful day, after all, despite the weather that was trying its best to cause him to let go of any ideas of going for a hike, because that was exactly what he was aiming for. Knowing Imani was at her friend's house for a sleepover party, he didn't havfe anyone back home to worry about. “Listen, next time you can choose what we're going to do, but I promise you that the view is worth all the trouble of going for a quick walk by the morning.” He asked with an open smile. “I know I'm already one hell of a view, but somehow that's even better.”

[othcrside]

@rosfms nadine + rosalind : november 15, wonderland skating

Athleticism of any variety was Nadine's kryptonite. She fared much better whenever she was inert, if she were completely honest. It left space for her mind to wander, stretching and curving like limbs on a football pitch; except she was searching for words, not some scuffed up pigskin ball. Digressing — she had tucked herself in the softest corner of her couch and contemplated on a movie to watch before she found one wherein a couple braves a skating rink while on a date. And, well, now that was half the holiday surprise Nadine was preparing to spring unto Ava, along with, of course, plenty of presents that actually reflected her interests and their relationship. However, she was apprehensive about showing up knowing absolutely nothing about the activity, and once realizing she would secure a helluva lot more brownie points if she were able to catch Ava whenever she slipped? It wasn't even a question anymore. Once arriving, she walked through the double doors and approached the first employee she could spot. "Scuse me," she spoke up, a friendly smile on her lips. "I heard you guys have coaches here? How much do they charge? I need to learn how to stay off my ass before the month ends. Nadine, by the way," the brunette stuck a hand out in greeting, not thinking to register in her excitement if they'd met before or not.

[whskyneat]

@ofbookshelves 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 <3 based on this !

SCOTT'S not one for dating sites. He's a romantic -- or at least that's what his coworkers have called him. Sure there have been the nights in the club when there's a spark of electricity in the air and it ends with him in the loo with someone warm he presses up against the stall door. But it's easy to find chemistry in person. Through the screen on his phone? Not so much.

That point is only proven right when a glimpse of a very familiar picture is swiped to the left. "Ouch," he can't help but wince out loud. "Hard no for that one?" Scott can't deny that his ego's been bruised and maybe he shouldn't have been peeking over someone's shoulder, but too late now. "Is it the height in the bio? Someone told me it was a must."

[seongxhyunwoo-archive]

WITH: @meicarrillo LOCATION: basic kneads

It was mundane and unexciting, accompanying his son to go to the doctor’s office. If surveyed, he doubted that most, if any, parents would claim that a doctor’s visit was among the list of things they liked doing with their children. Hyun Woo, perhaps if asked in a year’s time, would fall in line with the longtime parents. As a new father ( despite his son being six years old ), Hyun Woo celebrated even the most ordinary moments. Seeing him after school, helping him with homework, sitting with him for dinner. Taking him to the doctor. It was the normalcy, the routine, the integration in Hanbin’s life that Hyun Woo had craved for years and welcomed now. It was also allowing him the opportunity to meet more people in his son’s life and in the town that he was slowly starting to make his new home. Mei, though starting off as only Hanbin’s pediatrician, quickly became someone that Hyun Woo resonated with given their shared background. “Hi,” he said with a smile when Mei walked into the restaurant a few minutes after he assumed she’d ended for the day. With a sheepish laugh he gestured for her to take a seat. “Be honest, how often do you come out to meet your patients’ parents for a meal.”