#kai | 001.

[asholestone]

who: @kaixwinter where: rhythm realm

The day was slow at work, and Asher found himself manning the cash register with little to do. After stocking the necessary inventory, he noticed the lack of customers, so he decided to listen to music, keeping one earbud in while listening for the bell above the door. The rhythm of the music soon got to him, and he started dancing behind the counter, singing along to the song.

Lost in his performance, Asher didn't notice the magic forming at his fingertips, causing nearby records to float. He hit a high note just as the bell above the door rang, breaking his concentration and sending the records crashing to the ground.

"Kai!" Asher laughed, looking up. "Sorry about this, man. How was your trip?"

[enobariasdistrict2]

i like how everyone's so invested in a dynamic between kwon and tory when all they did was stand next to each other for 3 seconds and make eye contact akshfkdfjfj. i'm not saying i couldn't be into it though!!!

[m4gicals]

𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗠'𝗦  𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗟  𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡  𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥. ♡     𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦       :       open  to  @mystvcs . ♡     𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡       :       the  dunk  tank .

               the  vibes  surrounding  the  annual  halloween  fair  were  the  thing  eloise  enjoyed  the  most  about  this  particular  festivity.   it  was  cheerful  and  slightly  chaotic  as  everyone  seemed  more  inclined  to  be  their  most  reckless  selves,   and  that,   for  her,   meant  turning  into  a  competitive  beast  without  remorse.     “  look,   i  doubt  you  have  a  chance  against  me,   truly,   but  i’ll  let  you  try,  ”     she  started,   toying  with  the  hard�� ball  on  her  hand,   gaze  fixed  on  the  mermaid  sitting  atop  the  dunk  tank.     “  if  you  make  her  fall  first—  ”     her  head  turns  a  little  then,   eyes  leaving  her  target  to  look  at  kai  with  a  devilish,   challenging  expression.     “  i’ll  pay  for  all  your  food  and  drinks  tonight.   if  i  win,   though  …  ”     a  pause,   just  to  be  dramatic,   just  to  add  suspense.     “  you’ll  have  an  ‘ eloise  dawkins  is  the  best  ( yes,   better  than  me ) ’  sign  in  hallowed  grounds  for  a  whole  day.  ”

[annyataylorjoy]

AS far back as Phil could remember, she never liked being in airplanes. The matchbox seats, the plastic stench of the thrice-conditioned air, the grating drone of the metal box hurtling through the sky at 500 miles per hour — the whole thing was an unpleasant experience that she'd soon rather forget than plan another trip. She liked her home, her little woven tapestry she draped over her pull-out bed, the 1950's Tiffany-style antique lamp, the smell of her new kitten's head. Her corner of the world, as she liked to think of it, because for the first time in her 25 years of life, she had something all to herself. Home was where she'd felt safe, and nothing felt less safe than sharing a space with hundreds of people, hundreds of miles in the air. But what kind of daughter would she be if she didn't attend her own father's funeral? Even though she'd sworn to herself that she'd never return back to Oakland, the news of her father's death rocked her enough that as soon as she got off the call with her sister, she'd immediately purchased a plane ticket, PHL to SFO, for the following day. She'd stuffed her toiletry bag and whatever clean laundry she could gather up from her closet into a barely-used duffel bag she'd salvaged from the communal closet and set off for the airport. There wasn't time to feel or even think, just to do. And it wasn't until she boarded the plane, shoved her bag into the overhead bin, scooted over to seat 32A and clicked the seatbelt that she began to feel the wetness running down her face. Phil swallowed, pulling up the window to try and get a glimpse of the sunset, but all she could see was darkness and she shoved the window down, cross. All she could hope for was a simple flight, one without disruptions or turbulence, so she could just read in peace — "Is this 32B?" Phil looked up. Tall, broad, and lithe, the man looked as if he came right out of a fashion magazine. He had a backpack slung over his left shoulder and headphones around his neck, oozing a sort of gentle ease that she never had. His dark eyes bore into hers and she could feel her cheeks turn pink as she stared a second too long. She wiped away the residual tears on her face and nodded, pulling the armrest down as she felt his body plop next to hers and the sound of the seatbelt click.

[wcnderfulthings]

Kai Bartley's Moodboard

[lcstpaths]

character stat framework

name: malachai parker. nickname(s): kai age: twenty-three ( physically ) + 54. birthdate: may 30th, 1972. species: heretic. gender: cis - male. preferred pronoun(s): he + him. romantic orientation: demi - romantic. sexual orientation: bi - sexual. parents: joshua + eveline parker. ( both deceased ) siblings: lucas, olivia, joey, josette, liam, emily, and erica parker. significant other(s): stefan salvatore ( verse dependent ), otherwise the mans doesn't like anyone generally. eye color(s): blue-grey. hair color(s): dark brown. body build: slim athletic, tall. height: 6'0.

tagged by: @salvatoraes

[victoriousfidelity]

@amreality said: "I'm a fan of your work, actually." conversational sentence starters. | accepting.

"Of— sorry, of my work?" Sigyn's double take - and her surprise - is utterly genuine.

Mortals don't know her - not really. If they know of her at all, it is as a minor player in someone else's story, a tale which has been told and retold so many times that it now bears almost no resemblance to how it truly played out.

They don't remember what she did, before the cave. They don't tell stories of the part she played in anything, except for the single most devastating incident of her first life. They ascribe traits that hang on the truth of her like an ill-fitting cloak, and forget those that she truly embodied. And she's learned to be content with that.

They've been given a second chance - she has been given a second chance, with her love and the imperfectly perfect family they've built. So why should she care, if the mortals misremember her now?

But still... Sometimes they surprise her. This one certainly has.

Sigyn recovers from her initial surprise - just about - and offers the girl a smile. "I hadn't presumed that any of you would be familiar with it."

[murdcrofcrows]

who: @gravefed ( kai )

where: yami ink

"no, no, no - i want something like this," bash flipped the screen over for kai to see what he was talking about. "everyone talks about merpeople like they have a fish tail but what if they were top part fish? I think that would be more fishtastic if they were real," though with the way things were going he didn't put it past some weirdo to start making artificial ones. bash shuddered at the thought, it would just be a tad to weird for him and he normally loved that out there shit. "so what do you think? I think it would fit right in with my collection." which, let's be honest, was nothing to brag about. catch him out there bragging anyways, looking like an overgrown toddler got ahold of a tattoo machine.

[onebigerror]

@araneorum / closed starter

“sit still would you?” kai muttered as he grabbed her hips to steady her. “if you keep squirming it’s going to distract me and then you’ll mess my hair up.” he warned. “then i’ll look like an asshole.” and he really didn’t want that. especially not when he needed to look his absolute best for the upcoming debate. he didn’t need to remind his dear sister that getting that seat on city council meant everything right now. it would put him and the cult at exactly the vantage point they needed to be in. from there he could just move right up that political ladder and they could hide in plain sight. 

“maybe you should just stand up.” having her sit on his lap and dye his hair wasn’t really working out for either of them. especially when she refused to stop moving around so much and making things hard. did he mean that? no. of course not. kai was happy with melody right there on his lap where he could watch her work. winter was better at this task and she usually helped him but of course he wasn’t going to share that opinion with his very jealous twin. that wouldn’t go over well at all. nothing that didn’t involve mel being the very best at anything when it came to him would go over well. he couldn’t help it if she was distracting to him just as much as he probably was to her. she would be done soon enough.

[brightclara]

Time: A time Location: Camp Halfblood  Characters: @dhcmpirs​ & @brightclara​​

In hindsight, she knew she should have been better with keeping in touch. Friendships that Clara intended to keep nowadays were something new that the Aspect was still getting used to, and a part of her had keep keeping herself far too busy with work to do much else. She figured he would have been out of work for a bit to grieve for Emma, but she had started to notice how Gabriel hadn’t ever really returned. She hadn’t seen him in Canal Cakes for too long. Without his number or address, Clara went to the only place she figured she might find out something about him. The former Hollowborn had been avoiding it - mostly because it still felt so surreal and bittersweet to finally have a place for those born halfblooded.

Now she stood in front of the building, nervous. When a man walked out, Clara took a few steps forward. “Hey... I’m looking for someone. Do you know Gabriel? He’s a dhampir.”

[despelled]

*       kaius   mulciber   for   :   pansy’s   party.

↳                 outfit   highlight’s   including   ,

a   burgundy   button   up   with   renaissance   art   depicted   ,      tucked   into   loose   black   slacks   ,      and   cinched   at   the   waist   with   a   black   leather   belt.   dress   shoes   ,      and   a   leather   jacket   with   a   rib   cage   design   on   the   back   ,       slung   overtop.   muggle   designer   labelled   condoms   tucked   into   an   inner   pocket   (   a   gag   gift   that   he   only   understood   after   explanation   ,      but   what   are   condom's   if   not   to   be   used   !   )

[sinfultales]

@sxmebrxs​ asked: [ hickey ] — kai & lucas

Lucas was never shy when it came to Kai. Lucas wanted other people to know that he was taken. That they should back off unless they wanted one of his knives to their throat. Lucas grinned as he looked at the other man and admired his work. “You’ll look so much cuter with just a few more hickeys! Don’t worry love, we’re almost done.” Lucas assured with a giggle and a wink, his ass playfully wiggling on the other man’s lap. “Then I’ll give you your reward.” Lucas assured with a purr. 

[scvntillas]

who: liam & kai @mystvcs where: the docks

as  it  so  often  did  ,  the  ocean  called  to  him  when  the  moon  was  full.  everything  got  sharper  ,  more  ...  animalistic.  the  last  few  times  he  had  brought  cal  with  him  when  he  swam  ,  showing  him  everything  he  loved  about  the  ocean.  that  night  cal  had  to  work  so  alone  he  went.  some  people  would  probably  find  it  strange  to  see  a  man  undress  at  the  edge  of  the  docks  ,  but  for  liam  it  was  as  natural  as  breathing.  just  as  he  was  getting  ready  to  dive  in  someone  appeared  in  his  (  limited  )  field  of  vision.  it  was  a  figure  liam  recognised  faintly  ,  another  merman  for  sure. "enjoying  your  evening  ?"  he  asked,  raising  an  eyebrow  in  question.

[cquity]

❝ i’m here, i’m queer, i wanna leave. ❞ (from kai to tatum)

a snicker escaped her lips. "i feel like you need that on a shirt." she suggested, a grin on her lips. "i think it would be perfect for the parade if you ask me." tatum was honest. "and if you get it on a baby tee matched with a skirt? fuck that would be hot."

[wcnderfulthings]

Naporia Pride Ball ft. Kai Bartley in Blue (Mostly Black)

[ravensrevcnge]

"Damn, you're right. That sounds like a major commitment." Kara sighed dramatically, as if his decline to watch her fake stand up show was actually the worst thing that could possibly happen, but that his excuses were totally valid. "You could even go old age-y and wait until it's released on DVD. Remember the days when Netflix literally only had DVDs that they would throw in the mail for you to rent out? Thank goodness we have Video Vortex here or I'd miss the good ol' rent a movie night routine. There is just something different about popping in a DVD, you know what I mean? Of course you do. Don't even try to deny it."

Her eyes roll at his dramatics about hiking the prices up for her because of hard times the shop isn't even experiencing, head shaking the slightest bit. "Well, listen. I'm glad to hear business is booming, then. Good for you."

"I wish I could, truly I do. But that's the night I have to watch paint dry and grass grow, and I just can't give up shit as important as that. I really do hope your soul can recover." Kai reached out and placed a hand on Kara's shoulder as if to comfort her, letting it sit for a moment before letting it drop. "Them's the breaks, kid. Maybe if you ever get a Netflix special, I'll watch that."

When Kara poked his chest, Kai swatted her hand away. "Hey, it's been working for me so far. So, clearly I'm doing something right." He'd opened the store four years ago, and though he'd never admit it, he was shocked it was doing as well as it was. "I said times were tough out there. Not in here. I just don't wanna end up like the other punks in town."