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[miss--katherine]

Where: Rhytm Realm With @glitchfms (Banks)

"You should hire me for your social media person or something," she told the man she was standing behind as he was looking through the music equipment, looking for whatever it was that he needed at the moment. For the time she knew him they rarely hung out just the two of them, usually there were other people around or at least people from the band, but for today's endeavour, she had found herself asking if she could come when he'd mentioned he'd be coming to the music store. She didn't really have money to buy anything right now, the budget was tight since during the summer she'd been on vacation and spent quite a bit there, but she could still appreciate and see if they'd let her test out if she still remembered how to play the guitar.

"Look at how nice this looks, I'm a pro" she said as she turned her phone towards Banks to show him a video she'd put together as a reel from the last performance.

[gccdwitch]

@vvhimsicals

“Would it kill you to show some appreciation for the things I do for you?” Mary snaps, dragging her fingers through her hair in frustration. Sure, she herself, wasn’t that good at sweet words or grand gesture or most anything that felt too romantic, but there were other ways to show you were thankful for someone’s presence. And she always tried to do as much. “Or acknowledge them, at least. It’s like... sometimes I feel like you seriously take me for granted.”

[lgcmaylin]

the living word.

there was no hiding that fall was maylin's favorite season or time of the year. it gave her an excuse to chat about ghosts when it was on theme for the month. but the one thing she wished never came to fruition was:

“I’m in pumpkin spice hell.”

the moment fall started, every cafe maylin went to have some new flavor incorporated with their pumpkin spice lattes. that's all she saw on the menus, including the flavor of their baked goods. early this morning, the dancer needed to get coffee running through her veins to be a functional person today, but the only things anyone was offering were sweet lattes and pumpkin spice everything.

was she the only one who thought it tasted terrible?

"please tell me your thoughts on this. i know it's probably the most random conversation topic you've had today but," the brunette looked over at @lgcrua. it was better than complaining about their dance lessons, which were becoming repetitive. maybe she was just bored and needed to occupy her mind with something else other than the fact that she was severely lacking in some departments.

[iuaraes]

      The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.

      ( @fighterbound )'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ━ ❛ "may i have this dance?" as soon as the questions leaves his lips, sasuke swears his he feels his mother's gaze laser in on him and this beautiful woman. there's been a good amount of whispers and glances shot her way, for good reason. then again hyuugas are known for their elegant and ethereal looks.

      he extends his hand toward hinata, giving her a respectful nod. if she says no, that could be the excuse he needs to get out of his formal gala...event. whatever the fuck it is. honestly it could be a big middle finger to his father, because he knows exactly who she is. hinata hyuuga, clan heiress to one of the major thorns of his father's side.

      "you can tell me no," he adds with a shrug, " no hard feelings." ❜

      Events such as those happened too often for Hinata’s liking, as the heiress she was unfortunately unable to decline - always forced to see it through in the company of her father and her cousin, her sister being too young was often left behind. A tiny selfish part of Hinata wished Hanabi had been allowed to go with them, that way people would flock to her sister instead of to her. Hanabi was like the sun, a girl with a personality that fit her name, thriving under the attention. Hinata however preferred the solitude, a wallflower through and through. 

      She had yet to do what her father had demanded of her and could feel his cold gaze on the back of her neck. He wanted her to approach the Uchiha, to mingle with the family as he was — both Hyuuga and Uchiha patriarchs chatting as if they were close friends. Hinata knew her father despised the Uchiha more than anything, perhaps more than he despised her. 

      It was a voice that pulled her out of her miserable thoughts, a familiar voice but one she didn’t expect to hear directed at her that night. A small gasp left her carefully painted lips, moonlight eyes widening slightly as she gazed upon the hand held out to her. ❛  S-Sasuke-san,  ❜ the heiress spoke his name softly, a hint of awe in her evergentle voice. 

      She could feel all the attendants looking at them, could feel her father’s gaze on her back like he held a knife to her throat. Sasuke had given her an option to decline, but that was an option Hinata did not have. Not even if she wanted to. ❛  I— yes, you may.  ❜ She could feel herself blushing, the attention, before oppressive, now unbearable. Slowly she laid her hand upon his, eyes gentle as she looked up at him. 

      Hinata allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor, a slow song playing in the background. How odd it was to be perceived by Uchiha Sasuke of all people, he had never paid attention to her before. She wondered what had prompted this. ❛  I didn’t know you liked to dance, Sasuke-san,  ❜ she commented, hesitantly placing her free hand on his shoulder. 

      ❛  I've never seen you dance at such events before,  ❜ Hinata said, curiosity and shyness on her sweet voice as she followed his movements. She had wanted to apologise as she was bound to trip over her own feet, but couldn't. Her father would chastise her if he learned of her apologising to an Uchiha.

[fvlsegcds]

closed starter for @jetaiimee. inspired by.

Sleeping next to someone was new for Ellie, she had never really been the relationship type, but something about Victor had drawn her in. There was a sense of safety she lacked in any other aspect of her life, a warmth she was finding more inviting than the bottle as of late, and a strange comfort in just enjoying someone's company for once. She was trying her hardest not to be her own worst enemy, though tonight she found herself struggling to drift off to sleep. The familiar nagging voices plagued the back of her mind, weaving cruel fiction that her happy ending was bound to come crumbling around her any time now. After at least half an hour of internal debating, blue eyes squinted open as she reached for her phone to check the time. Just past one in the morning, and as much as she knew she should let him sleep with work in the morning, but it was too loud to have any chance at getting any herself without a hand. "Hey.. are you awake?" A silly question, assuming he was sound asleep, until she started up, squirming within his grasp in an attempt to catch his attention. "I can't sleep…" Words emphasized with a whine, her hips grinding back against him with intent this time, the fabric of her shorts already bunching between them in their position. "Help, please, baby? I need you."

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @starspurn ( aventurine ) || starter call. ]

─「エデン」─  " are you confident you'd always win ? " the thrill of a gamble was one thing, but the glint in those eyes of his when he made his moves was a whole different level of belief altogether. " or perhaps, confident enough to know luck would be on your side ? "

[alaricfarrow]

closed starter for: @maggiexsommers

His blue gaze had fallen upon her, had rested to observe her reaction for mere moments after he'd handed her a present. It was something akin to tradition. His ritual of bringing Maggie a keepsake from a travel she had not been a part of, no matter how long or far his ways had carried him from his hometown. Two weeks had gone by since he'd returned from a brief trip overseas. Two weeks with no chance for him to make a personal delivery of a present, a perfect little souvenir, and it was only now that Alaric began to question, whether his friend actually needed a fridge magnet, reading LONDON.

A beat passed as his eyes continuously lingered on Maggie and the early stages of something not much unlike dread were birthed by rattling thoughts and began to itch underneath his skin. "Oh god, you hate it."

[angclnumber]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @sungoesdcwn ! BASED ON: this and this !

" HI ." IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT THEY HAD seen each other mere minutes ago . the soft greeting escapes haven's lips with the sort of reverence that would make it seem like they'd been apart hours . she presses her forehead to hers with gentleness that is perhaps enhanced by the high but haven would like to think it's equally present without it . "i know you can't see it but ... your aura is such a pretty pink tonight ." haven says, the words with her head bobbing in a nod . "you're going to have to trust me, because i can see it and you can't ." haven nods decisively . "and also cause i love you ."

[nxnsense]

"you didn't mean to hurt me ?" questions as she looks up to them. "well, i guess in the end it doesn't really matter cause it all hurts the same." || @viciousins

[dvnastics]

─ closed starter ( @gcldenblades ) ; day four, morning of the wrestling competition .

❛ what is it you want drystan ? ❜ her gaze does not stray from the window. the focus of her attention upon waves crashing against jagged rocks below, but she sees his reflection within the thin pains of glass. her patience for that part of her family was limited at best, but today ( her head throbbing with the remnants of her wine consumption the previous evening ) it was none existent. ❛ well ? ❜ argella reluctantly turned, an expression that urged haste etched across her features. ❛ do not tell me you are fearful of the competition today ? ❜ she doubted such was his actual motive, but she could not resist the barb. ❛ you are a grown man, i will not fight your battles for any more. ❜ whether she had ever done such a thing a fair topic of debate.

[zorkaya-moved]

‘you should have a drink, too.’ (from lyney!) (i'm sending you memes like 2 days late I'M SO SORRY)

@apocryphis

How kind of him to offer her a drink after his Father left, leaving them both to enjoy a couple of drinks and simply enjoy each other's company. Lyney is one of the small number of people who is aware of the snake living in the Akademiya, the actor of all actors who changes her whole identity with a snap of fingers to such a chilling degree you'd think you never knew the reality when interacting with her.

An opportunistic pragmatist with ambition running through her veins since her childhood, an older sister of two demons of the north from Snezhnaya. Well, not like anyone outside of their little village would know that and, perhaps, a couple of Harbingers. Arlecchino certainly doesn't forget to call Sokolova out on her dark reputation of a poisonous snake to her face, even today while Lyney was here. She was so rude about it, too (not that Zarina cared, keeping her self-satisfied and calm smile with a gleam of her golden eyes to showcase the biting capabilities). But why would she leave Lyney with her? Possibly to gain favors, to win trust, or simply because Arlecchino knows there are some similarities between the two of them that can be used for future.

Older twin siblings, that's what they were. Isn't it an entertaining similarity to share? Arlecchino didn't need to mention Victor before them both today either, stating that her brother was doing well. What a bitch, she knows which buttons to push to remind where they both stand: do not underestimate. As if she can allow herself to underestimate the Knave. Zarina almost laughed in the woman's face right with the magician in the room, but held back, instead showing nothing but laid-back and relaxed smile.

When Lyney offers a drink, her golden gaze finds him immediately. He's a smart one, an observant one. He has a bright future in the world down below, but does he wish to continue this path if he doesn't stand on top of the pyramid? She's sure that if not for her ambition, she'd wish for a calmer and sweeter life. Zarina studies Lyney with a blank expression but her smile crawls back on her face as she approaches him with a bit of a playful hum as her hands reach out for the glass offered by the young man.

However, her hand instead of grabbing the glass of wine, she finds herself turning the magician's face to herself. She tilts her head to the side, studying him a bit more with that sharp gaze of hers and a smile that seems a bit too perfect. The magician must always know when to hide their tricks up their sleeves, correct? He must be observant and has questions to her. Arlecchino clearly has big plans for him and she wants to see if she can give him any tricks to keep in his sleeve. Why? Because it'll make everything more fun. He can turn those against her in the future, but so what? It'll make the entertainment more fun. This life of hers will be less dull if there are more competent actors.

Oh, this is going to be fun. She needs more capable pieces on this board.

"You have talent, Lyney. Your Father has such hopes for you," she lets go of his chin, finally taking the glass of wine. Her vision on her hip shines and the magician will see how the glass would become covered with a bit of frost. Chilling her own wine like this, showcasing precise control over her vision. A showcase of power, a showcase of control, a showcase of sharp fangs. Does he not want power? If not, what does he want? Protection of his siblings will require more power, more knowledge, more ambition. "Good job at taking my card now, by the way."

She winks and laughs, patting her now empty pocket.

"Open it and read it," she takes a swing of her glass, not caring about how the red liquid would roll down her chin and then on to her white shirt. It looks like blood in this lighting and her gleaming golden eyes and the scarlet lips don't make the view any less intimidating. As she wipe off the trail off her chin, Zarina chuckless. What he sees is a hedonist, a woman who cares for nothing but her own self-satisfaction. But she's sure he is aware this is another facade, another acting role with a mix of truth hiding in it. They are all in a theater play called life and it's always going to be a toxic drama with tragic twists. In life, villains might as well win unlike in happy fairytales. "Use that invitation to find me next time. Arlecchino left you here with me to ask all the questions that intrigue you. What do you desire? Tell me and I'll let you know how possible it is and how you can achieve it."

The more capable pieces there would be, the more fun the game will be. And the more humanity will succeed in moving forward, away from Archons and the old order.

[leejiieuns]

It seemed like it would become a never-ending debate, where the best place was to get coffee in the district. The raven-haired girl seated by the window would insist it was ACOFFEE, and Cho Hajun was inclined to agree-- partly because he frequented the place with her, mostly because he knew to express dissent against Ah-In would warrant a death stare. But Cheon Jaeha, standing on the other side of the room, did not know this, and proclaimed another cafe to have the best coffee in the district. Hajun would never say it, but he secretly agreed with Jaeha, and he was glad he didn’t voice out his thoughts for he saw Ah-In’s head whip so fast so she could fix Jaeha her aforementioned death glare. Hajun tried to hide the ghost of a smile on his lips at his friend’s passion for being right. Just as he thought the debate would last for longer, one of the other guys in the room-- Kim Seungmin, standing in the middle of the living room-- was whipping out his phone and suggesting that perhaps they should just order a cup from each of their suggested cafes, and everyone can give a rating to settle the debate. Noises of agreement filled the room and, in true Seungmin fashion, he managed to placate the group with just a few words, and prevented what could have been a whole thing. Not that Hajun thought they would get hostile over a coffee debate, but with so many different personalities in one room, he could never be too sure.

He had just passed the phone to Euijin, opting to skip his turn because “I agree with Ah-In, ACOFFEE all the way,”, which earned him a grin of approval from his friend, when the door swung open, and he heard the shuffling of feet as they entered the living room. There was only one person who was missing from their group, and he, along with everyone else, turned his head to the door to see her enter. But his brows furrowed as he watched her pause by the entryway, and as someone else came inside, he understood: she was with another person. He vaguely heard someone ask her who she’d brought, because as soon as the newcomer’s face come to view, Hajun’s blood went ice cold. “What the fuck is he doing here?” he said, practically hissing. 

[interxstitial]

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜ mai to jiwon

praew has been nothing short of angelic. jiwon knows he shouldn't have favourites, but praew will always be the exception. which is why he's inclined to be generous with his grace when he calls mai that afternoon, telling her that praew was involved in an argument with another student during today's lesson. he'd assured her that it was an honest misunderstanding, that it happens more often than one would think. at their age, kids can get upset over anything from a little bump while standing in line to an insult against their favourite cartoon character. it's totally normal—expected, even—at this stage of development. "it's not, and you know it," jiwon reassures, nudging mai with an elbow while watching praew climb up a slide. "so she hit another kid. it's not the end of the world. aren't you glad she's just as brave as her mum?"

various question starters: ACCEPTING!

[lgcmaylin]

creek.

"you're kind of pretty, or whatever. would you think about doing something crazy for a Halloween costume or would you pick something simple, like an angel?"

the topic of costumes was always one of maylin's. she tried to guess what the other was planning on doing by their looks or even personality. some are easier than others, some are lazy and don't want to put up the effort, and there are people like maylin who take this kind of holiday very seriously. it was the only time she was able to dress up as anyone other than herself and not be shamed for it. all the parties that lead up to the actual date give the dancer an excuse to pull multiple costumes for one month and then donate them afterward.

she was curious to know what kind of outfit @lgcnayoung had in mind. she didn't know the idol all too well, but when did that ever stop her from approaching people or striking up a conversation that's been on her mind?

"or are you going down the safe route and playing matchy with your members? I've seen some groups do that, and while it's cute… i like seeing original ideas."

[naturiisms]

@ofwishfulthinking // edgar, their house :’)

the month had passed in a sort of serendipity, the two men falling into what would soon be a strong routine. the days at work seemed like they would never end, which was a welcome change to the days he’d spent over the last year wishing for them to last longer. now, however, marco had his home working it’s way back together and was determined to let nothing get in the way. ( even if that meant missing the lunch rush on BOGO bag days at cloud 9 ). glancing down at his watch, a tired huff blew through his nose as he saw it was just around one, the beginning of peak rush. still, he pulled both glass windows shut and double checked the grills, just to be sure. after picking up a few stray items, a hand weaved it’s way through curly locks, his steps heavy as he closed and locked the door behind him.

the drive home was nearly on autopilot, fingers tapping away at the steering wheel as he made his way into the driveway. the missed lunch rush was long forgotten as he walked into the house, taking a moment to appreciate the smell of home and the sounds of his kids playing in the distance. after kicking his shoes off, he placed his keys on the hook and made his way up to the study. leaning against the frame, he knocked on the slightly open door and gave his husband a goofy smile. “good afternoon, handsome,” he cooed, arms crossing over his chest. “i decided it was absolutely criminal for you to have a day off without me, therefore the truck is closed. what do you say we let the kids run around the yard and spend some time together outside?”

[mpx-susanoo]

Stir It Up

A continuation from here with @mpxkaya

Among all creatures he had stumbled over, god-human hybrids were so far the most fascinating. And troublesome. And contradictory. 

In each and every of them, war and peace were waltzing. Some floated along an ethereal rhythm, others spinned over a demonic fairground melody. There was greatness and there was darkness, constantly battling for the throne of body and soul. He sensed it, saw it, the struggle of a suppressed power inside the demigoddess gazing at him. Something sublime, promising, reeking of destruction, a dark greatness screaming to break free. 

It must be terrifying as well, Susanoo assumed, since what in chains often were feared the most.  

Toying the glass of wine in between his fingers, the Japanese god waited for Kaya’s response, to which he beamed, as bright as sparkling sea surface underneath the mid-summer sun. 

“I am of the belief that when those deepest, darkest secrets of yours get loud enough, you should let them out. But…" his eyes bored into hers, his gaze soft, eerie, embodying a moonless night at the open sea. “Whispering your sins to a trustful companion, or letting them explode like a bomb for the whole world to feel, only you know which is the better choice, yes?”

There was something in the cocktail he was taking, or because her curiosity was tickling his, that Susanoo drifted to the greater depth of his volatile ocean, taunting her to follow. The demigoddess’ next question was considered with a grain of playfulness, his head tilted for dark ocean eyes to take in a different angle of her face, his long delicate neck exposed, and the tip of his dainty index finger dipped into the cool, transparent surface of the martini.   

“What would you say if I said I do not see any corners of you that are empty?” He queried, more of a spoken wandering thought than a real question, his voice carried the silkiness of the black shirt he was wearing. “We just need to help you stir it up, you know. Friendship, love, sex, dramas, the most humane things you can list. Or something exciting, like…”  

Susanoo shifted his eyes to his cocktail, where his finger was lazily twirling in the liquid. He stopped, lifted the finger up, and watched as droplets of martini slowly drifted down back into the glass. Gracefully, the god raised his hand, his soaked fingertip gleamed under the gentle lights. As if only waiting for the cue, outside the bar, a rumble drummed behind the night sky, and the trees swung softly in the embrace of mischievous winds. 

“...Power?” 

He turned his head to look at Kaya again, a layer of playfulness was still filming over his face. Then, without breaking eye contact, Susanoo flicked his wrist, his palm opened skyward. A bolt of lightning momentarily lightened up the night, thunder followed, and rain began tapping against the glass windows.