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[miidnighters]

@interxstitial | liked for a lyric zip-zap | Never Be - Meg Mac

"I got lost in the world in a day." Eyes narrow on the newcomer as the witch props her elbows on the counter. "All I'm saying."

[myriadxofxmuses]

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[weedzkiller]

a dark fall starter for @interxstitial

only when the doorbell rings for the third time does he realize that that's the sound he's been hearing—dim beneath the buzzing in his ears and the pounding in his head. something's wrong. someone's at the door. no one should be here. gyeongjae doesn't know why he's on the floor, but he staggers to his feet. leans against the wall. rubs something dark and sticky from his eyes. his hair is wet with it. what happened? the doorbell rings again. he walks, slow and painful. everything hurts. with one hand braced against the wall, he opens the door—and squints at jiwon. he should never be here. "you......... why are you here?"

[itsacriime]

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It was eerily quiet the moment the door latched shut behind him and his heart felt as if it was about to beat out of his chest. Benz wasn't sure what to expect. All he knew was that Julien needed help. His help.

He didn't necessarily think he'd be walking into a crime scene.

The sight was enough to make his blood run cold but he didn't hesitate to move for Julien's side, the sound of broken glass crunching with every step. Once Benz was crouched beside him, his eyes moved fast, looking for the source of the blood. Given the sight of the once familiar room, there had been quite a struggle. Even if Julien looked okay on the surface, he could have internal injuries—not to mention the mental trauma.

"You're okay now." Benz swallowed, nodding to himself. He could handle this. Julien was okay. "I'm just gonna check for injuries, if that's alright." Nimble fingers grazed over Julien's arm before gently running through some of the other's hair, looking for any sign of blunt force trauma around the blood.

He's in the pantry.

Benz froze. It didn't even occur to him that the intruder could still be there.

"Knocked out? Is he... is he dead?" Of course it wasn't a question out of judgment; Julien had to protect himself. But Benz needed to know, for their own safety. And he would have to plan accordingly.

Straightening out his back, Benz made an attempt to brush any stray glass away from Julien with his foot to avoid any further injury before offering to help him up: "Can you walk?"

[lycanus]

🙈  for  our  muses  to  stay  up  waiting  for  santa . (wooyung mayhaps? 🥺)

it's odd, spending christmas eve without his family. but he can't bear the thought of leaving jiwon to spend the holiday alone. he's not ready to endure the drive, not when he'll also have to endure the chaos of a kim-geller christmas afterwards. so wooyung will spend christmas eve with jiwon, and then drive up to the house in the morning. it's not a perfect solution, but they're making it work. it's worth it, for whatever beautiful, tenuous thing they're building together.

wooyung's apartment is brilliantly decorated, filled to the brim with thrift store decor, crafts he and his brothers made as kids—and this year, a few drawings from his students, left shyly on his desk on the last day of classes. (he enjoys the vacation. but he misses them.) it's hard to see them right now, though, only illuminated by the lights on the waist-high tree in the corner and the dim glow of the tv, rolling credits on yet another holiday movie. jiwon's pick this time, but wooyung isn't sure if he watched any of it, not with the way his head fell on wooyung's shoulder after twenty minutes and hasn't moved since.

he doesn't mind, though. not at all. he'd stay like this forever if he could, his arm around jiwon's waist and his warm breath against wooyung's jaw. so he waits until the credits are over to nudge him gently. "let's get you to bed, hm?" he knows he sounds so achingly fond, his tone sweet as sugar on his tongue. "i don't think santa will show up at all if you're out here waiting. he's shy." wooyung is genuinely unsure if jiwon really believes, but he's not about to dissuade him. it's sweet, like everything else about him.

[riskitbrisket]

@interxstitial / Space AU

He was told two things when he departed for this mission, don't fail and if you do fail, don't come back alive. simple, clear, cut-throat honesty and Five could handle it, it was business and it was his ticket out. boarding the Luminous Zenith, many believed it would be a one-way ticket to create and kill legends just as quickly due to the distance they would travel, these unexplored portions of space that held no data. What was the concept of time up there? the climate? there would be so many unanswered questions but he had to stay focused, he had to find the KEY and return it.

6 MONTHS.

That's how much time has passed, scribbled into a notebook, each day that passes is tracked like a life source but when an endless abyss is all that greets you from a window, it's far too easy to lose track. " if my calculations are right, we should be reaching a united station within the next few weeks, we'll have to dock Luminous there and recharge, gather supplies before continuing on " in six months Five has learned out of all the crew mates, there is only one he can tolerate, the rest to him, should have been selected for an operation of this kind - impulsive, overly empathetic, and lastly, cloud dreamer. they spent too much time daydreaming than monitoring their vitals of the life upon the Luminous. Five isn't blind to the fact that no one really likes him either, abrasive, blunt, and smarter. " From my understanding as well, the lab there should have a sample of the life form for the planet we're heading to, we're instructed to bring it on board and begin studying it to gather as much information before our arrival. "

[mortul]

@interxstitial ／ 💬

Lips pursed upon the "correction" (everybody's a critic. what, did this shmuck have an entire tree lodged up his ass?) yet, nonetheless, it's heeded. With a sharp tsk, Christoph proceeded to stare at his little collection -- this is tragic... so, so tragic -- with a despondent stare before, finally, it's tucked away. A small smile's now tugging at his lips, but it's held back in place of this so-called "professionalism" he's heard so much about.

So, now... look. See? Not a cigar in sight!

He's gone as far as to hold up both his hands, wiggling each individual finger to further emphasize his emptyhandedness. Leaning forward, he's perching his elbows on the table that's separated them and was now using his entwined fingers as a support for his chin. One eyebrow raises. His head tilts ever so slightly to the left.

"Y'know I'm more of a--" in the midst of his pause, he squinted his eyes (almost as if to ask, "who th'hell do you think i am?") with a flash of teeth, "--kills-people-guy, right? Like, I'm game fer whatever th'client wants buuut..."

Leaning back, he splays out his hands before bending his arms behind his head in a makeshift lounge. Shutting his eyes, he tipped further back to let out a drawn out sigh. This was going to be a long night-- he could already tell.

"... I mean, eh, what-the-fuck-ever, though. Customer's always right! These people just sound like pieces of shit; might be better to... y'know..."

Resuming his previous look, Christoph moved his right's index finger across his neck in a slicing motion.

[redxrobiin]

@interxstitial / plotted.

' we lost him'

'yo-robin you got eyes on him?' " i believe i have - oh no wait '

STATIC RINGS OUT in the earpiece and a silent curse falls from parted lips, yet the hyper-focus is a predator on prey. figure moves with practiced ease, curving around the obstacles and projectiles thrown in his direction but it doesn't slow him down, if each of the TITANS had been disarmed it meant it was him who held the weight to PREVENT this thing from getting out into the city. in instances such as these it's as if the world slows and Robin only has one objective, bring down the bad guy and make sure his teammates were okay - the rest it was irrelevant, the exhaustion in his muscles? pointless, the pounding of his heart just meant he could go faster, and later, he'd pay the price. Rounding the corner, he slips behind a large CRATE, only peering from the very edge to keep eyes on the other. when he'd first been given word of crusher roaming the streets, it was a write-off - another low-grade, crush and shout was all there was supposed to be to it but it's smarter than that, stage attacks across the city to distract from the main objectives and now the police have over a dozen of missing women on their hands. " if you turn yourself in now, it won't be that bad for you " but when was it ever that simple? he feels the sting of metal before he sees it, slicing clean across his chin and he uses the crate to hoist himself up in the air - one twist of the waist, wrists shifting and the STARS fly out in four different directions but his landing becomes an entanglement of... webs? Body slams off the edge of one of the other CHAMBERS in this warehouse, sending him like a dusty pile into the corner and he curses again, this time a little louder.

[entityforged]

for @interxstitial ( to jiwon )

no one is more surprised that gyeongjae has made a friend than gyeongjae himself. sometimes he has to remind himself that jiwon is relatively new in town. he has no vendetta, no preconcieved notions—and hopefully, he hasn't heard rumors. he doesn't seem like he'd listen to them, anyway. he's a sweet person, a surprisingly affectionate friend. gyeongjae doesn't know what to do with him half the time—and certainly doesn't know what to with whatever the fuck has attatched itself to jiwon.

but he doesn't talk about it, and so neither does gyeongjae.

not until he comes back into the living room after grabbing their doordash from the porch, and jiwon's gone. not physically, but mentally; eyes vacant in the way they both so often pretend not to notice. and he'd leave it alone like he always does, but whatever is inside jiwon is so angry.

the food is haphazardly dropped to the floor as gyeongjae kneels in front of his friend, squeezing his hands. "jiwon. don't listen to them. okay? i'm here. i'm right here. just look at me, focus on me. you're safe. i'm right here."

[10ccs]

@interxstitial​ said: “is that what you're asking me? is there something wrong with anything?” 

Sam is blunt to a fault. He rarely ever sugarcoats his words, even in situations where he probably should, but he has yet to learn that lesson.

He taps ash from his cigarette, studying Jiwon with a curiously concerned frown. It’s bizarre being on this end of the conversation. Usually he’s the one being asked if he’s okay. 

“No, not anything. I’m asking if there’s something wrong with you. Are you, like—okay?” He does mean well for what it’s worth. 

[heartxshaped-bruises]

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                                              ✧･ﾟ  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

       Felix had stayed off the main roads for a couple of weeks now. You could barely avoid it as it was a good indicator to tell where hell you were and where you had to go. The issue was that everybody who was left knew about this. And the streets were littered with motionless vehicles that would never move again, some burned out and others just abandoned. There were still THE LONELY REMNANTS on some backseats -- empty bags, toys, magazines... stuff that nobody had use for anymore. Felix stayed off the main roads because he could do without running into others. Desperate times changged people and he wasn't having any of it. Hell no. He hadn't always been alone, though... but he didn't like to think about that part of this whole mess.

       And hiding in plain sight worked out so far. He'd only spent a few days in the make-shift shelter he made on the roadside out of an old car trailer with the tarp still intact and looking like A SHOT-DOWN AIR BALLOON, lopsided and bent how the framework was. But it was better than nothing. Necessity was the mother of invention, wasn't it?

       It was only when the noise reached his ears that he startled and immediatly stuck his head out to check what was going on. Noise never meant anything good. And if it hadn't been in such close proximity, he wouldn't have risked a look. But you could say that regret hit him only a second later when he spotted the car swerving down the road. ❛❛What the... shit!❜❜ Felix hurried to scramble out from under the tarp, flailing with one arm to get the driver to notice him and slow down, but something told him that this had been a grave mistake. Getting back on the main road. Staying here. All the bad decisions leading up to this point flashed before his inner eye. God. He needed this nutcase to stop the car if he didn't want to get turned into a stain on the concrete. ❛❛Hey, hey! Slow down! SLOW DOWN !! ❜❜

[miidnighters]

@interxstitial | liked for a texting starter

[ text; Jiwon ] You ever think about frogs?

[myriadxofxmuses]

What color is your love?

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Ethan

deep staining red

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

Daryl

dark stormy blue

Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.

Emily

bright sunny yellow

Sweet tasting popsicles, summer dresses and shielding your eyes from the sun. Your love is the excitement of something brewing, something growing. It's the almost childish bubbling giggles of something new, but with the potential to stay. It's wide smiles, blinding sunny light and warm bodies that gravitate to one another. It's the the softness, the willingness, the slight holding of breaths in a crucial "what if" moment. It's the impatience too. The bouncing on tiptoes to see further than your eyes can reach, the holding out for a future that never seems to come even though you're ready, you're so so so ready. It's the constant feeling of warm sand beneath your feet, holding out for the crashing waves. And still you wait, dry and impatient and with burnt soles of feet. Your love is sour candy, enjoying it as your nose scrunches up from the aftertaste of it. It's hands that grab and take hold, that reach and ask them to stay and hope and beg and wait. It's bubbling excitement sure, but it's also demanding, focused, driven. It's love like a plan, with a path and route and a clear destination. And you bonce on your tiptoes, and burning, waiting for the soothing water, the crashing waves, you hold onto the melting popsicle, you wait and wait and wait. It's tiring almost as much as it's lazer focused ambition, deeply rooted desire and the unrelenting hope that it will work, that it will come. And it does, I promise it does. The waves crash, the beach floods and the pain passes, the water cool and soothing and you can let yourself fall in, sinking, sinking. And it's good, it's perfect, what you were hoping and more, holding and embracing you and welcoming you into the stillness you always knew you were reaching for.

Sydney

soft fresh green

Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.

[itsacriime]

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜ (to benz from julien ooooooo 👀)

&. an assortment of dialogue prompts. — always accepting!

There was something odd about the way Julien was behaving. If Benz hadn't been keeping an eye on him, he wouldn't have noticed. However, his thoughts were confirmed when he noticed Joonho walk by and Julien seemed to follow shortly after.

A fair amount of time passed as Benz kept his sight on Julien, a reasonable distance between the three. They were getting further away from other people. From noises and distractions. From witnesses. Joonho rounded a corner, only for two men to come from the other direction—towards Julien. And Benz rushed forward.

Before either of them could be spotted lurking just down the hall, Benz quickly grabbed Julien by his shirt and pushed him against the wall. Lips came crashing down on the other's without warning, hands pinning his waist in hopes that Julien wouldn't shove him away. There was a flutter in the pit of his stomach, but it was short-lived as he heard a voice bellow out that they shouldn't be there.

A potentially deadly disaster narrowly avoided as they were ushered back outside. Benz could only hope neither of them could be recognized by the two. Otherwise, the disaster wasn't quite over.

"You were going to get yourself killed. Was that the goal?" Benz hissed, trying to ignore the returning flutter at how close they were to each other. "What exactly did you think you were going to do?"

[lycanus]

"i won't let anyone lay a hand on you." ... @interxstitial

he hates that this is how this has happened. he hates that julien is here to see him break down like this. he doesn't want to explain to him who cadwalader is or why they appeared so suddenly, or why cheolsu followed them immediately when they spoke of hunters nearby. they don't want to talk about their family. but julien, for some reason, has been left behind to protect him, and he has to say something. "they'll try to kill you too, you know," is what dohwan manages to force out. "for...... for not killing hyung and i. for letting yourself be....... touched by us. corrupted by us."

[faiirytopias]

a closed generated line of dialogue for @interxstitial !

“what are you doing out here by yourself…?”