#int. ☓ q&a

[marblebagcollective]

ctommy is an age regressor its real

[galaxaey]

the civil servant was feeling anxious , awaiting for the news of cutter's condition . the anomaly research centre was compromised , there was a call out of the blue from st george's hospital . a request from the patient , who had stupidly decided to be their worst patient in intensive care . the rest of the team currently scrambling around the anomaly detector , but she knew she had to be with him . to talk sense into him . arriving at the hospital , all out of sorts and with nothing but a plastic container of grapes . she managed to talk connor out of a " get well soon " balloon , it was not appropriate nor would cutter appreciate it in his condition . at the nursing station , she's directed to his room . frowning at the sight of him , there was always a bloody drama with him , always .

❛ the worst patient in ICU , what an achievement . i hope you're happy with that label . cutter , get back into bed or i will cause a scene . ❜

@startold just because .

[klalova]

Envía 🎪 para un starter en el Show Medieval. @albadel @manorat @zzrido

El espectáculo estaba a punto de comenzar. Un grupo de actores y músicos se preparaban para representar una antigua leyenda, aquella que hablaba de la bruja madre Šárka y sus descendientes. La historia era conocida en todo el mundo (ella creía), pero para Klára, había algo inquietante en la representación, como si las sombras del pasado aún pudieran influir en el presente. "Una representación sobre nosotros, sobre nosotros," comentó a quien estaba a un lado de ella.

[brckensociety]

{ @angelsdvsts }

"pretty sure your sister is going to kill me," the male spoke with a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. it was his anniversary, a day he should be spending with his girlfriend and yet here he was, at ayla's competition like he had promised. they'd only become closer as time went on and although he wasn't prepared to admit it, there were feelings bubbling beneath the surface. it was why it had been so easy to blow off her sister. "but..... you did incredible!"

[shesnake]

Lav Diaz

[euphememoon]

No se dignó a observar con atención lo que fuera que era aquello, pero algo sí tenía claro; certeza que mostró en sus irritadas palabras: "menuda perdida de tiempo."

[brckensocietyarch]

{ closed starter | @mccntower | my brain said new threads, so taadaa!!}

with the middle of the school year and winter break approaching it was that time of year where grey decked out her classroom with a range of holiday themed items, making sure she included the range of religious celebrations that occured before the break. knowing it would be easier to have some help than doing it by herself she had invited santiago. "i really appreciate the help with this, i know the children will absolutely love it."

[takeru-tenkuuji]

godish ft. luz

(warning for volume? idk why it’s so LOUD)

[elytrafemme]

honestly w prev textpost i should have gotten into the c!q realm but oh this is a crazy confession i feltlike while i reall liked c!beeduo for what it was there was so much more elaboratin that existed vs for me c!q felt so sacred because i thoght he was genuinely so well executed in the canon material that it dissuaded me from writing abt him because i couldnt get him downright and as someone who struggles accessing characters w the kind of narrative he had that i also relate to it made it even more so. but we could have lived in an era where i made more than that 1 off analysis post and talked abt my quackcicle thoughts or abt like.pumpkinduo or w.e

[ramenstation]

                         🥢    ◜open starter◞

Se encuentra sentado al lado de una de las piscinas del lugar, sus pies sumergidos en el agua mientras consume un pequeño bocadillo para recuperar la energía que ha gastado durante el día, y porque bueno, él siempre tiene hambre. Pero su paz es interrumpida cuando otre niñe se acerca, preguntándole de nuevo si su madre jamas le ha dicho que solo debería meterse al agua treinta minutos después de comer. Con total seriedad, le mira a los ojos, “Yo no tengo mamá,” y continua comiendo, viendo como infante se aleja sin saber que más decir, y sin percatarse de la presencia de un tercero.

[measuringbliss]

Just saw someone I consider a hack wonder whether he's a hack, I was like

[heylinhenchman]

STATS.

STR: 16 INT: 18 WIS: 7 DEX: 18 CON: 9 CHR: 8

[myhiraeth]

@headstrongblake [ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ] : receiver pleads sender to not go. / nick/styxx arthur? zombie?

" It'll be okay, " He reassures, pulling Nick in for a hug. Roman soldiers linger behind them, toward the gates of the little village they'd been watching since the siege they'd interrupted a few weeks ago. They'd been tasked to save the village and help rebuild it- a simple enough task… but they were still new to being on their own, and well…. Roman hierarchy didn't sit well with their whole Equites and they'd run into some trouble with the senator that owned the village.

Hence the arrival of proper Roman soldiers with a summon for Styxx to appear in front of their commander to explain the uproar they ( specifically a dark haired girl and her firey counterpart ) had caused.

" You'll be in charge a couple weeks at most. I'll be back as soon as I can. " He checks his sheathed sword, and refastens his cloak. " You know the drill as well as I do, " of course he does- he helped create it, "Rely on Mbege for lookout, on Fox for peacekeeping. Keep Louis busy and he won't be nearly as disruptive." He cups Nick's jaw with one hand briefly. " You have this. "

He turned to go back to Troian. "Octavia!" He calls to her where she's conversing quietly with Fox. The girls look up and he nods to Helios. " Let's go. "

[regvlus-black]

✧       𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨     ◦     con @midncghts​.

evidente fue el impacto, pobremente disfrazado con indiferencia, que su encuentro tuvo. previo a ello, actitudes del joven tampoco eran del todo compatibles con émile—o con el resto de la población, según tenía entendido—sino hasta semanas atrás cuando cedió ante la frustración y tensión sexual que rebeldía, propia de Jaekyung, despertaba. aunque no recordaba demasiado de ello, podía jugar la misma carta; ignorarlo, pero no sería divertido. ‘ pienso que, ’ rompió el silencio ‘ podríamos esperar a que tu guardia te deje solo. o empezar aquí. estoy bien con lo que decidas... ’ suspende oración, desafiante ‘ su alteza ’.

[allanhrt]

#ZZZ * @zacari4s, @svmerk

no se pregunta quién es la voz que irrumpe en su sueño, por qué está sentado, ni por qué no puede silenciar el molesto discurso que llega, desde lejos, a sus oídos. su único pensamiento es que desea seguir durmiendo para reponer las horas en vela de la noche anterior, por eso apenas ofrece una respuesta de un fruncimiento de ceño. se reincorpora en el lugar y pasa a dejar caer su cabeza hacia un costado en busca de mayor comodidad. sin abrir los ojos, se apoya suavemente sobre otro cuerpo.

[orexias]

he stands at the top of the staircase. the single red carpet bellows from his feet until it drapes the ground floor, where his guest now awaits him. the vampiric lord towers above, long black cape with splashes of blood paints the bottom and it falls gracefully behind him. there's a looming fog around his feet everywhere he moves, something ice cold and foreign, touch of danger and an act of violence. it is to keep him hidden, it is to keep him untouchable, a trick of the light or an illusion -- and it's difficult to tell. especially in his castle, in his domain where he resides, and yet this mortal calls out to him. he hears it in her voice, she needs help, she needs his help. ah yes, another broken soul to mend, another broken soul that landed in the sharp talons of whom is STRAHD VON ZAROVICH.

a wave of the hand and a snap of the wrist, then in the cloud of smoke gleams a singular bat. it flaps its wings and careens down towards her, the man that once was standing there now gone. it is before her, then within the vapor, POOF. the vampire stands before her, unbothered about the weapon in her hand. instead, there is a small smile upon his face, one where the ends of his fangs shimmer in the darkness, bathing in the moonlight above.

❛❛ quiet now, little one. ❜❜ he points at her armament, as if bidding her to put it away. he does not back away, does not reel in horror from the crimson that stains her skin, her clothes, the floor, the walls. it will require quite the clean up. ❛❛ i simply do not know. one minute i am here alone, and then the next, there you are standing before me. do you not remember what you have done ? ❜❜

THE ANSWER   she receives isn't good enough. this is his home, isn't it? she had to have been invited into his home. she can smell the blood and the rot and the decay in her teeth, on her nails, in her body - it pulses, a faux indulgence, demanding some semblance of ornamental understanding. she has to say something. he has to know something. he bids her stash her weapon, and for some reason, she is compelled to, the scimitar sliding again down into her elusive sheath. she runs her tongue over her teeth and it demands some semblance of knowledge. she must know what has happened to her.

" no. " when he asks, she responds, sharply and shortly. but murder is only indulgence if it is necessary, and there is no moment within her that warrants this kind of viscera. she steps over what she thinks was once a man, the back of her hand streaking sanguine expectation across her cheek. " if i knew, do you think i'd be asking you? why has this happened? if you are truly not the origin of this violence, who is? who could have done this to me, in your house? "

nesta d'angelis is not a woman who scares. even now, she is not scared: instead only enraged that she stands in the house of the devil and not even the god-thing before her can give her answers as to the carnage that propagated in his own home. this is not the first time this has happened, swallowed by this darkness and awoken to the smell of blood and death. it wears on her like a perfume, overtaking the rosewater that often taints the high points of her lips, her nose, her cheeks. she grimaces again as the crush of her heeled boot squishes with something fleshy and organic.

" you... you are a being of power. " she tells him, acknowledging their disparity. despite divinity inside her, nesta is aware of her mortality, and how easily her life could break. " surely you have an... idea, or... i don't remember how i got here. " / @dweomerr , continued from @swordcoasted.