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[miidnighters]

@interxstitial sent [Collapsing] Flynn is physically collapsing from exhaustion, illness, or injury, unable to continue on their own.

It's been a hard day. Though Flynn has been on land for a number of years now, things like sickness still threw him for a loop. What had started as the sniffles a few days ago had now devolved into not being able to pull a complete breath into his lungs.

Still, he had deadlines to meet, so he'd dragged himself to his desk to work on his tracks - faintly hearing the sound of knocking for several minutes before he realises it's his door and schlepping to the entry to open it.

"Hey," Flynn's croak is barely audible, and he probably looks like death warmed over even as he steps aside to let Jiwon in. "Oh, wait - I'm probably going to get you sick. You should probably-" A pause as a cough wracks his body. "You should probably go."

[myriadxofxmuses]

WHAT GENRE OF BOOK WERE YOU WRITTEN FOR, AND DID YOU SURVIVE TO THE END?

Tagged by: @ruinedsoulsrp & @waveofstars (tysm guys 😀)

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Silas

Written for a fantasy book and you lived through to see the whole story

You feel like you don’t belong here, either in real life or in the fantasy book you are written for. You always imagine there is something better out there and you hope one day to be able to find it. While you did survive you still aren’t focused on living. For now you continue to try to live in the stories written of even more fantastical ones than the one you were dropped into.

Ivy

Written for a science fiction book so you could live to see the end of the world

You work very hard and never let anything get in your way. Or at least almost anything. You are good at being aware of your surroundings and stand up for what you believe in. Of course this doesn’t always work out, you are witnessing the end of the world after all… but maybe we can just all move to Mars?

Ethan

Written for a science fiction book so your death could show off someone’s power

You are very good at being aware of your surroundings… just not when it mattered most. You have very little care for yourself and instead care more about others and what you deem to be “good”. This of course ends up with you being a sacrifice. Not only that but your death is simply overshadowed by showing off just how powerful this villain is.

[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. "

[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?"

[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.

[lycanus]

to @interxstitial ... for julien

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜ dialogue prompts ... accepting

team. is that what they were calling it? names and information, party invitations and anything else julien wanted. all in exchange for keeping dohwan alive. julien could ask for anything he wanted, put cheolsu in any amount of danger, and he'd agree. what choice did they have? what kind of team was that? "was that a compliment, or is there something you want from me?" they ask.

[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?"

[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]

@interxstitial LIKED [ X ] FOR A THING !!

                                              ✧･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 starter

"I love this time of year." Isaac's looking out at the apple trees. It's not usually the time of year for the fruit, but being a production orchard (and singularly talented) they had fruit year round. "I might make some hot cider soon."

[myriadxofxmuses]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE !!

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

Tagged by: @heartxshaped-bruises

Tagging: @thanaredreamtof , @lostxones (Molly & Shiloh), @waveofstars (Chey), @twdgdeadmanwalking , @missautumn , @snowsfallen , @conscriptur (Finnick), @uncxntrollable (Lakota), @lunarruled , @savagecuhnt , @mistyxday , @seeance , @strictlyoc , @strictlycanon , @interxstitial ,  and YOU

► NAME: Eirwen Evervale

► NICKNAME: Phoenix, Wren

► TITLE(S): Peacekeeper, Rebel

► AGE: 23+

► SPECIES: Human

► SEX: Female

► NATIONALITY: Capitol resident

► INTERESTS: Hiking, drawing, (secretly) fashion, survival skills, the violin (She used to play when her family was still a family. She hasn't picked one up in years however), animals, learning anything she can

► PROFESSION: Peacekeeper/Mercenary/Rebel

► BODY TYPE: Fit, lean

► EYES: Blue

► HAIR: Red

► SKIN: Pale

► FACE: Ellie Bamber FC

► POSTURE: Decent enough

► HEIGHT: 5'6

► VOICE:

► SIGNATURE OUTFIT: Black, tactical, and usually her mercenary uniform

► SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None

► COMPANIONS: Brother, Apratis Evervale

► STRENGTHS: She is observant and chooses her words wisely.  She knows enough about a lot to get her successfully through life, some things useless, but interesting to her nonetheless. She has a thirst for knowledge to say the least. She is fiercely loyal - even if it can also be a weakness at times.

► WEAKNESSES: She can be extremely guarded after being torn apart from her brother. Her eyes have been opened to the true nature of the Capitol and her trust isn't easy to gain. Because of these things, she is often misunderstood in her methods and can come across as harsher than intended. She pushes people away when the feeling of attachment creeps in - unnecessarily choosing to be alone. She can be impulsive. Especially when it comes to those few she's let in.

► FRUITS: Strawberries, grapes

► DRINKS: Water and tea. She's very plain and simple when it comes to her drink preferences. Unless she's drinking. 

► ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Only socially and at times when stressed; no preference

► SMOKES: Never

► DRUGS: Never

► DRIVER'S LICENSE: N/A

[faiirytopias]

a closed generated line of dialogue for @interxstitial !

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

[fooleds]

closed for: @interxstitial plot: 4. your friends made you sign up for one of jiwon’s eight-nine-ten’s ballet class as a dare and you look absolutely ridiculous trying to do assemblés with all these kids, but surprisingly you’ve got potential. maybe you should sign up for an adult beginner’s class, or hip hop if that’s your fancy. just come back and make jiwon laugh again.

truth be told, there haven’t been many times logan’s been the tallest person in any room. he’s certainly up there, but not quite in his own stratosphere. in an attempt to focus on anything but how weird this is, he chooses to remember there’s a first time for everything—

including dance lessons! 

he’s never experienced any of those, either. (he swears he has experienced something out there.) his mom consistently comments on how she should’ve done so when he was younger, seeing as he still carries a certain competency on how to move to most rhythms. logan often uses this particular superpower to be a nuisance more than anything else, which...he supposes is why he’s stuck in the middle of a dance studio, trying his hardest to stay balanced on one foot. (he blames most of his inability on the girl next to him, samantha, since she keeps trying to make him ‘blow away’.) from what he could remember of the night that landed him the role of big friendly giant, he’d done one too many annoying, mocking tiktok dances for his friends to handle, resulting in them daring him to pick someone up with one of the dumb little routines.

he failed. horribly.

so now he’s here.

“samantha, you’re going to send me to mars if you don’t cut it out!” he scolds lightheartedly, pretending to tip right over into nicole to his right. “— how are you guys so good at this? your feet are, like, the size of marshmallow peeps.” he actually is a little bitter about their being better than him, but he chooses to believe that it’s because they’re trained and he is not. 

“teacher! samantha keeps messing with my pirouettes!”

[goldgaze]

@interxstitial starter | based on this prompt

manhattan dances with life despite the late hour, or perhaps early if one prefers. the city that never sleeps, aptly titled she thinks, as sungji maneuvers silently through the seemingly endless streets. from soho to harlem, she stalked her mark, watching idly from the periphery as he moved about his daily routine. when the name came across her desk, she registered little more than mild interest at the task: find him, finish him quickly, and provide the customary evidence of his demise. simple, efficient. a regular tuesday.

the following days leading up to her arrival in new york were spent researching. however, the typical tedium of a monotonous pre-mission recon came screeching to a hault. julien im did not exist. at least, not past a few years on paper. a cursory check would show the routine expectations: his birth documentation, education records, a bit of travel history, his professional references and experiences. however, if one were to dig just beneath the surface, to peel back the carefully crafted layers of the beautifully fabricated shell, it was only a matter of time before the pieces of the puzzle no longer fit such a well-spun narrative. he did not study at columbia university, nor sorbonne. there was no physical records of him ever working professionally as a translator or interpreter... it was good, great even. the most rigorous of civilian background checks or private investigators would be satisfied with the story laid before them. but sungji was no civilian nor did she ever believe the truth as plainly as it was laid before her. a wary one, even before she began such grisly work. a gaze that pierced through even the finest of armor. perhaps that's why she was so good at what she did. she was rarely one to be taken by surprise.

and yet, whomever this  not  julien was, he seemed to be very much full of surprises.

she shadowed the esoteric figure for weeks, following the trail of crumbs he left in his wake. he was crafty, this one. keen on not leaving a single loose thread for her to tug at. but she was adamant, and patient. plucking at long forgotten fibers until it all begins to unravel at the seams. the quiet click of the lock is the only indication of her entrance into his home. if he reamined on his usual schedule, she would have just a few minutes to inspect the residence for any clues into the mysteries he kept so close to his chest. removing her shoes, she toed silently through the home, bronze hues scanning the darkness for the landmarks from the blueprints she'd memorized.

[thanaredreamtof]

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜ (to felicity!)

Felicity leaned over and took the spoon that he presented. Her eyes went wide as she tasted it. “Oh wow” she said, letting the flavours do their thing. “That’s amazing!" she was impressed by his ability to cook, over the last number of years between moving and late nights working on art she had grown accustomed to noodles that tasted like processed spices. "Where did you learn to cook like this?" she asked as she continued to stir the pot.

It was nice having im jiwon over at her apartment, she enjoyed his company, and it was nice to get to know someone else who was into the creative arts like her. "You'll have to come over every night and make this because I don't think I'd be able to do this without you...my cooking skills have been placing hot water over noodles" she laughed.