#inchara.

[jirayus]

open.

" can you guess what i'm dressed up as ~ ? " you're clearly dressed as a racing driver but .. is that .. dog ears on your head ? " i couldn't decide .. so i just decided a were-racing driver was the best ! i'm cute, aren't i ? ruff, ruff ~ "

[seibmoz]

open: fox.

there's fresh blood splattered on her face, staining cheeks with crimson drops. she reaches up, attempting to clean it off but only making it worse as it smears messily. a deep sigh falls, an ache in her bones; she's so tired. " you good ? a horde like that .. " she shakes her head, moving forward to hold out her blood-covered hand. " well, it could've been a lot worse. "

[fatalelity]

@trustschaos said : “ you think i don’t notice but i do. i can tell something’s wrong. ”

there are days where the weight of her specialty crushes her. she loves her job, she loves being the ambassador of life when a fetus becomes a human after they take their first breath — she loves watching families fall in love with one another at the arrival of a new life. but then on the flip side came with the harsh reality —— addison montgomery is never one to judge but there was something uniquely cruel about the fact paramedics barely recovered a newborn from a back alley trash can. it wasn't fair. she could never get used to it — no matter how much she advocate and educate there never seem to be enough knowledge to go around.

safe haven laws exist for a reason.

it's been hours since she last operated on that baby and all addison could think about was that sweet baby boy being left alone, afraid, and cold in the elements.

then, she catches onto the words that drag her out of her morose train of thoughts. arms dangle, torso bend and lean against the brick ledge as she slumps — somehow, the chaotic city view is more calming than the thoughts in her mind.

" i . . . yeah — i'm fine. " addison rasps, her voice creaking from inutility. slowly, she straightens her back before clearing her throat. the heaviness within her is crushing ... everything is just so complicated. there's a tentative smile hanging on her lips, a twinge of discomfort.

strange isn't it ? she's always been chasing for people to care about her and yet the second someone shows even a margin of concern, addison freezes. maybe this was why she rejected mark sloan. maybe this was why a part of her kept hoping he would cheat and sleep with someone else —— she couldn't handle being cared for, even if she wants it so desperately.

" don't you have an ED to run? " wry chuckles leave her mouth, the corner of her sleeve quickly brushing against the damp spot on her cheeks.

prompts for emotionally stunted idiots / accepting

[jirayus]

" not for free ? " a dramatic pout forms on lips, crossed arms over chest. well, sure, nothing in life is truly free or whatever but .. you really did want a free drink .. " ugh, what do you want ? and will you buy me top shelf if i do it ? "

"Hm.. I see. In that case, I apologize." Sometimes Cain couldn't remember all the faces he met, either because they weren't important or because to him most humans simply looked the same, thus adding to his possible inability to recognize faces right away. "Fine. If you want a drink, I can buy you one — but not for free."

[lunawish]

❝ you didn't hear anything, did you? ❞ edelgard inquires breathlessly, cheeks still warm from the adrenaline of seeing a rat scurrying metres away from her soles. the high pitched screech was instinctual, guttural almost. she's slain beasts, conquered nations, forced lords into submission unflinchingly so, yet before a rodent she's reminded of the darkness that swallowed and upended her life.

her gaze shifts tentatively towards @lunarrepel, attempting to read shadowheart — wondering how her companion would respond to the seeing her without the composed mask of a monarch, the mask of a leader. / sc!

[jirayus]

open.

" cars is the best movie ever made, i don't really care if you think i'm wrong either because i know i'm right. " your arms crossed over chest, you're stubborn and determined to stick by your opinion. " when lightning gave up his chance at winning a piston cup to push the king across the line after chick hit him with a pit maneuver .. that was literally the greatest scene in movie history !! "

[seibmoz]

open: miew.

" uh, " he looks about .2 seconds away from running back out the door just walked through. he takes a few steps back, still scanning the room for any sign of zombies (a runner in a confined place like this would be hell). " how's the .. um .. end of the world going for ya ? "

[fatalelity]

@shoelacestied said : ❛ not trying to brag or anything, but i can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so… ❜

" uh huh . . . " gaze remains fixed on her screen, the words taking its time to process. fingers grasp her coffee cup, addison takes a sip as her eyes continue to scan the words on before her. " you're telling me this as a friend or as your doctor ? " briefly, her gaze lifts. " either way, i'm not prescribing you xanax. " a stifled chuckle escapes at the sound of her own joke.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 / accepting.

[flamepledge]

rests her elbow on the princess' head. anyway,

❝ Oh, you're quite the jester are you now, Tara?! ❞ Cue the tiny princess bristling in annoyance. The audacity!

[tiedobi]

monomono <3

Vibrating Kokeshi

A round-headed kokeshi doll that begins to vibrate uncontrollably when you press the switch on the bottom. It looks sort of like a children’s toy, but who knows how you’re supposed to use the thing.

❝   souuuuuuuda   -   niiiiiiii   !   ❞   juts   the   doll   suddenly   against   his   bare   skin,   smiling   at   the   muffled   vibrations.

[abysslocked]

"i give, and i give, and i give, i've given up my dreams for this place. when's it MY turn to be selfish?!" (hello geppie)

gepard blinked several times, his mind processing the words that had emanated from the other person. he tilted his head, attempting to discern the best way to respond to the situation that unfolded before him.

was sampo intoxicated? it didn't appear so. perhaps the genuine desperation exuded by the other person was the underlying reason.

however, beyond this intrigue, gepard pondered what had driven sampo to choose him as the confidant for their venting. did sampo seek a sympathetic ear, and did gepard unconsciously radiate an aura of approachability?

collecting a few deliberate breaths, gepard gently moved closer to the other person. with a slow lift of his arm, his hand came to rest softly on sampo's shoulder. "hey now…" gepard's voice carried a careful tone, as he sought to weave together the most fitting words within the confines of this somewhat awkward encounter.

"if you feel the need to prioritize yourself, there's no restraint," he continued, his words flowing with assurance. "no one dictates that you mustn't consider your own needs. if carving out some personal time is what you require, then proceed without hesitation. there are no obstacles in your path." gepard paused briefly, his speech interrupted by a subtle throat clearing. "of course, this holds true as long as your actions remain within the bounds of legality."

[thinksequal]

despite common assumptions, alhaitham's position has never been one of complete comfort. he prefers not to openly discuss it unless necessary. in a sudden realization, he becomes aware that he hasn't consumed anything besides the breakfast prepared by kaveh earlier in the morning.

having completed his tasks, he gathers his belongings and makes his way to his humble home, fully aware that his companion may not be waiting for him, but rather indulging in the solitude and engaging in activities typical of kaveh.

since this individual became a part of haitham's life, there has always been an underlying turbulence. it feels as if haitham unwittingly allowed a persistent spouse into his life without ever formally entering into a commitment with this person.

nevertheless, as the door to his abode swings open, he lets out a soft sigh and scans the surroundings in search of his roommate.

"kaveh…?" he calls out, his voice echoing. "are you here?"

@dhahabibi

[venenenenonat]

do the subway systems have to be full of joltik. i mean i'm not complaining i'm just asking

[lunawish]

the moon approaches the horizons for the first time you've stepped foot on these soils. for the first time in years, the moon rises and looms over moonrise. you still remember how sickened you felt seeing it hang above the skies of last light inn — how you cursed it's very existence and audacity for existing in the lands blessed by lady shar.

and yet, you were all the grateful. of course, you wouldn't admit that to a selûnite. but you were grateful there was a refuge for those that were not as fortunate as you to be loved by the dark lady.

love. the four letter word tastes like blood and bile in your mouth. you feel disgusting, unclean — the grime of the shadowfell, the shadow curse still eats at you.

your entire life was a lie and you were gullible enough to fall for it. you feel pathetic.

your hand trembles at the tight grip around the knife's hilt — you feel your body finally succumbing to the pain, the agony, the torture that was inflicted upon you in the shadowfell.

you run your fingers through your hair and effortless remove a tuft of now silver, white, hueless locks. it must've been the stress taking a toil upon you.

you take a deep breath and you pull it close to your face. your reflection barely visible in the waters and you are resolved to cut.

that is until you see the faint reflection of @clawsextended behind you. you panic briefly, but steel yourself. this is for you. this gesture is for you.

[jirayus]

" oh .. thanks, man. " kindness like this feels foreign, years spent receiving only kindness from your mother and no one else. it feels like you should be rejecting it, out of pride or something, but you don't hesitate to take him up on the offer, immediately sipping on the drink. your wallet was empty and your bank account was emptier, a drink on the house (one you didn't have to flirt or steal to get) was a blessing.

at his remark, you huff out a bitter laugh. yeah, you probably do look like shit. sleepless nights spent on the floor (because you don't have a bed) in a cold, dark apartment (because you couldn't afford heating or electric) with no water or food, just empty packs of cigarettes and beer scattered around the room. to get to the point where you'd rather spend your last bit of money on a lukewarm beer than a meal .. it's depressing. " haha, yeah. life, y'know ? it's never easy .. i'd do anything to be rich. would be nice, right ? to be rich enough not to worry about shit .. god. " / @ratkiing

@jirayus gets a starter !!

"nah, don't worry about it dude. this ones on the house." charlie says, taking a sip of his own drink. yeah, dennis was probably going to chew him out for giving away free drinks, but that was his fault for deciding to let charlie run the bar while the rest of the gang was doing whatever the fuck it was. the bar was empty as shit, anyway, and he was bored. maybe he just wanted to have some conversation. "no offense, buddy, but you really look like you need a drink." he recognizes it, he's been there before. shit, he practically looks like that now.

[jirayus]

📞 AHAHAHA PLEASE

" yah ~ yaaaaah ~~ ! " you're drunk again. at this point, when aren't you drunk ? it's almost like a beer is in your hands constantly. " come 'ith me ~ ? don't ignore meeee, i wanna go t'a baaaar !! imagine how many drinks i can snag without anyone noticin', haha !! can you hear me ? helloooo, hellooooo ? " you're squinting at the screen, blurry vision and bright screen distorts your ability to see, it takes a few moments for you to fix the issue. " oh, i had you 'n mute. hahahahaha ~ okay, let's go get smaaaaaashed, be ready in like ummmm .. ten minutes. " / @vonerde