#location tbd

[qualitysigns]

[incandescentia]

as a person from a certain country in SEAsia who recently just had an election earlier this year (and left disappointed as well bc What The Fuck) I hope my US oomfs are safe and ok…

[aryomengrande]

[ofspvrta]

Something like that isn't spoken out of nowhere. One day she is going to be called to pass the staff on to the Heir of Memories, and while some centuries ago such a thing would have called to her so strongly, a final rest from endless centuries, now she has a reason to keep going. This is not a curse she wished to pass on to another and she doesn't want to leave Emily alone. Emily, who left her entire world behind for her, Emily, who gave Kassandra a reason to stop fighting for a being who no longer had a need for her when she proved to not be strong enough. Amber eyes looked up to Emily, without the void's influence affecting her the red had long since faded, only showing up when Kassandra was enraged or injured. She looks beautiful as she leans over her, dark hair cascading down and nearly brushing against the Keeper's face.

Her expression is soft, but there is something clearly on her mind. Kassandra reaches a hand out to gently caress Emily's cheek, a warmth in her touch as she doesn't move to sit up, just feels intent to stare into her dark brown eyes and realize how lucky she is that Emily is in her life. That they have all this. A life she can finally consider good and worth enjoying.

"I was just thinking how for the longest time, I couldn't wait to be rid of this immortality, to finally rest. And that I have you, I don't want that anymore. I just want this. Forever."

there's no one i trust more with my life or my death than you.

THERE'S A FEW WAYS A HEART CAN SKIP A BEAT, in fear, in love, in surprise. somehow it was two of those ways for emily. at least for a couple seconds. emily had to lean up more, bodyweight now on one of her hands. shifting out of one of her favorite positions with kassandra. her head on kassandra's chest, kassandra playing with her now down hair. her other hand reaches up, tucking her own hair behind her ear because it's so liable to fall into her face when down.

she just had to read kassandra's actual features. the fear of losing kassandra just isn't going to disappear, even sitting here. on their newest boat [ it's a yacht ], the breeze blowing strands of her hair, the ocean rocking them lightly. seagulls the only real thing ruining the peace. there's a horizon of tall buildings in the distance. SHE IS STILL SO IN LOVE.

" i know. are you okay? "

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@mythosisms : Closed Starter for Elysia & Skye

The moment Skye felt the cosmic pull he settled the bill and went through the round of goodbyes to his friends at the pub. They chided him about the earliness of his departure on a Friday night as he all but booked out the door. Driving a little faster than normal, he sped home knowing what was happening on the other end. There was a biting desperate need to get Ely as soon as possible.

It had only been a couple weeks since the witch unceremoniously entered into a young woman's nightmares. It had been a holiday weekend, and Skye thought to do a little traveling without leaving home aided by some edibles. About an hour into his trip, the compulsion to lay down became so strong he didn't resist. Outside on his hammock, he fell asleep almost underneath the starlit sky. The next thing he knew he found himself being pulled through the in-between by an instinct which eventually led him to Ely.

Rushing inside his home, he undressed as he made his way to the bedroom. Grabbing his cell out before he tossed his pants and crashed into bed. Quickly, he began searching for his favorite hypnosis track in case. Not that he needed it. Eyes closed he willed himself to sleep within the first few seconds. Skye's ability to control his sleep state had increased recently, and he wasn't sure why.

The pull into the astral was almost instant. His body was paralyzed in a sleep state, but his soul awoke. He felt the vibrational pull accompanied by the familiar swoosh as his consciousness lifted up and out from his body. Pausing he looked down and saw himself comfortably sleeping before he moved towards the bedroom door.

The moment he opened he was no longer in his home. Instead, in a vast hallway with several doors and multiple staircases taking him anywhere and sometimes nowhere. The liminal space felt infinite and was how he moved through the astral. It was always the same, the halls were painted a creamy beige with white tiles on the floor. The entire space is illuminated by buzzing fluorescent lights overhead and has all the appeal and comfort of industrial Cold War-era decor. Skye didn't even have to think. He let his feet guide him through a door trusting he was being drawn towards the tenacious woman.

Countless screams and pleas echoed throughout but he was only concerned about one. Skye went to work immediately changing the scene. He colored over the smoky dark air with a blue sky and fluffy clouds. The torture soundtrack had to go. Instead, he filled the atmosphere with a backdrop of his favorite Bob Marley album as he continued on toward Ely pitched up on a throne made of bones.

It was a scene reminiscent of an 80's heavy metal album, and frankly, it disturbed him to the point he had to close his eyes for a moment as searing anger reared up. The best thing he could do was manipulate the state and rage would only get in the way. The torturous god, Hades stood with a flamed chained whip ready to strike her again, and with only a mental push he flipped the scene. The god disappeared instantaneously and the whip he wielded shattered as if made of ice as it hit the ground.

Skye comes upon Ely in her beaten state, and he shifts the bone throne into a plush purple couch. He only had to lift his hand for a wet cloth to appear before gently wiping it across her forehead. Shame ate away at him given the abuse she endured waiting for him, "I'm sorry it took me so long. I wasn't home when I got the call."

Skye took a knee and extended a hand resting it on her shoulder as guilt reflected in his eyes. Letting out a deep breath before he reassured her, "Everything is going to be alright now." As long as he remained here he'd have complete control.

[devilagent]

i LOVE blair house so bad. its so tragic that the house was likely never real to begin with, it is so uniquely designed and just so beautiful to me ;u; i have a connection to it kmfdmwkdwmk Alas i could never visit it unless i had 1930102 dollars to build a real one

[randolphbellmd]

i am never renting an apartment sight-unseen again

[awkwardcourage]

" stop apologizing—you didn’t do anything wrong. '' (from castiel -i hope it is ok i send this in :O) | @aerospectrum

Hughie's leg bounced anxiously, hands clenched tight into fists in his lap. He tried to make eye contact, but his gaze roved, anxiously bouncing from any point of interest in the room, anywhere but the person actually addressing him. "Okay, so why does it feel like it is?" He asked in a nervous rush. "I... Shouldn't have I done something? Shouldn't I have tried to stop it?"

[thus-spoke-lo]

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[blightbear]

bellara’s personal quest is making me think of mo and bohean T~T

[huntershowl-moving]

ah......... the cramps have hit........

[stars-inthe-sky]

How are things going post-move? How many boxes left unpacked? Anything hung on the walls yet? What’s your kitchen like? Said hi to any neighbors?

So far so good! Bébé's new daycare starts Monday, and I think things will feel a lot more normal and relaxed once we're all truly back in our routines and her various grandparents (who have been heroically covering childcare for the last three weeks) clear out.

There ARE some things hung on the walls, but mainly because the previous tenants left a number of nails and hooks behind, most of them in convenient places. The walls are plaster and I've been finding it unexpectedly difficult to hammer new nails in so far, so we're gonna see if the handyman can work some magic there.

The boxes question is complicated because there are some things we're just not planning to unpack, like gardening supplies (our current landladies are responsible for yard upkeep) and clothes and toys and things Bébé has grown out of but that we'd like to hold onto in the eventual event of a younger sibling—not necessarily in this house, though. Fortunately, we have a TON of space and had planned on storing such things, so nothing's feeling cluttered.

The kitchen is a good size and our stuff seems to fit! It hasn't been updated/renovated in a good few decades, so while I think the appliances might be newer, there's no island (an old IKEA table is doing that job) and generally it just needs some zhushing. But it's comfortable and serviceable.

That's been the case with the whole house, really—great for the year or two we intended to live here but not something we'd want to own, or deal with renovating in its entirety.

We've met a few neighbors (including the landladies, a married couple who live around the corner), and every single person has been lovely and welcoming! One next-door neighbor also has a very friendly gigantic black lab puppy, and Phoebe has seemed to enjoy racing him with the fence betwixt. (Benedict is big enough that I actually think she's more comfortable that way.)

Perhaps also of note is that there is a positively aces corner café literally three houses down from us on the main drag! We have all but moved in there as well.

[crystal-grotto]

"It is calming to see something familiar in another." For Alex!~

AS SAID BY SOLAS [Accepting!]

The shapeshifter had never spoken the other woman before. She most certainly had not seen, nor been aware of her presence, until this very moment as well. Turning on booted heel to get a better look at the stranger addressing her a single brow furrows at their wording before a response is ventured, confusion lacing tone.

'May I ask what you making reference to? I don't follow.'

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@brooklynislandgirl starter based on this wishlist prompt:

The wind whipped around Lou as he soared down the familiar pass between the small cottage and his own cabin on the outskirts of the woods. Tracks from his previous visits were already carved out in frozen snow making things only slightly smoother. Undoubtedly, the sound of the snowmobile would announce his arrival in the normally tranquil woods.

Usually, he'd like to make the trek on foot, but today he carried some dried herbs and a package the mail carrier had left with him per instructions. It didn't happen too often, but honestly, he liked having the excuse to see Beth.

Parking a short distance away Lou unpacked the goods and walked the rest of the way. Admiring how the snow still clung to the pine before his eyes caught a set of tracks: werewolf and not his. Shaking his head he continued to the front of door and set the box he carried down. Going back he followed the pawprints around the structure and swallowed the anger that rose into his throat. Directly in front of the window, he found the padded-down spot of snow where a wolf clearly rested undoubtedly watching Beth.

Fuck.

Suddenly, he catches her in the window smooths his pinched brow into a friendly smile, and offers a wave before he makes his way back to the front of the cottage. By the time he grabbed the box the door was opening and he stopped momentarily smiling at his friend, "Hey, you got a package and some dried..." He paused briefly, not knowing exactly what Gretchen had given him to bring before he just added, "Stuff."

Leaning in he placed it in front of the door on the rug while he took off his snowy boots outside. Unlacing he looked over at his friend before his eyes shot around the cabin suspiciously before he asked, "I noticed some wolf tracks around the cottage. Have you seen anything?"

[kiealer]

oh cool sparking zero's doing like a US nationwide road tour event thing neat

wait a fucking seconnd

what the fuck bandai namco

[hearttsck]

when: early june ( pre- event) where: the hellcat’s den who: poppy & rafael ( @havntedhouses )

Naturally he’s in the very last establishment she checks. Which isn’t saying much given how small this town is, and really Poppy should have just started here knowing him as well as she once did. Rafael is mercifully alone in a booth, but for a moment she imagines the ensuing hilarity of sharing her news with a dancer on his lap. She will just have to make do with him alone.

“Hi,” she sinks into opposite booth and slides a double of whatever passed for top shelf here towards him, pageant queen smile to temper the coolness of her voice. “It’s been a while.” Poppy downs half her gin and tonic, then leans forward, elbows resting on the table. “Right, so there’s really no good way to start this but… do you remember that night in New York, about six or so years ago?”