#main office; MAIN VERSE

[postbearer]

When the other man speaks, it becomes increasingly justified exactly why Jesper had deliberately placed the mailbox between himself and the mysterious stranger. Although all at once, this attempt to keep that distance there feels woefully inadequate once his uniform is easily grabbed, arms reflexively pressing against the edge of the flimsy structure, still in a desperate bid to maintain some semblance of personal space.

Miraculously, the postman manages to bite back the brunt of his knee-jerk reaction to this most unwelcome intrusion; only the curl of his lower lip and the slight jut of his chin suggest that it's all a very fragile facade indeed. It's not so much bravado as it is sheer indignation at this point— despite the little voice in the back of his mind begging him to give it up already.

"If it was so easy, then why am I still here." It isn't a question because he doesn't want an answer, considering it was luck, pure and simple. Luck and a coincidentally well-placed horse.

@intodivergence, continued from somewhere over the rainbow

[chaosmultiverse]

Cyrus doesn't know what triggered it, but all he knows is that Stanley seems to be having a fit of some sort. It doesn't look good, not good at all, and in fact, he doesn't like the way he's gasping for air, it reminds him a little bit too much of the way his own Stanley was acting right before he died, the way he was gasping, like he couldn't breathe.

Oh god...

Has the mist come back? Has it gotten into this Stanley too? Is he now suffering the same fate?

Cyrus goes from zero to sixty and launches out of his chair faster than he ever has in his life, calling out to Stanley as he goes.

"Stanley! Breathe, Stanley! Breathe!"

He has no idea that Stanley is having a flashback and doesn't know if he should or shouldn't be touching him. That doesn't even cross his mind. The only thing that crosses his mind is to try to offer him some comfort, help him through this, help him fight whatever is happening, and if it is the mist again, he'll help him. They defeated it once and they can do it again.

An arm goes around Stanley's back in an attempt to comfort and support him, and he keeps telling him to breathe, over and over, until hopefully he does start breathing again.

(For the flashback meme!)

@the-haunted-office

He had been on his own for a little, Doon was up to something, he wasn't sure, same for Thursday, and he didn't want to deal with Arthur and he had only met that Thisday guy once.

And he didn't want to bother Cyrus every time he was feeling a little lonely, that would be a lot to expect out Cyrus, that would be a lot to expect of anyone.

So he was by himself in one of the multi cubical office rooms sitting by a window, he was focused on a note pad, looking at it. It didn't look right, there wasn't a logo, there was a logo of a hand pointing or something-

There was a noise in his ear, a pattern of rain, he knew the sound well, sometimes when he dared to get close to the windows, there would be the sound of rain, hell sometimes Narrator would comment on it, one of the rare times he'd acknowledge the idea of what directly surrounded the office, his office-

There was no logo on the note pad, the pen was a different brand, no was no narration in his ear telling him what to do.

Just quiet rain, and wind, some distant wind and dripping water from some corner.

From a outsider looking at Stanley it would look like Stanley stared off into space near a window, then suddenly got up and started to wander, not randomly no no, it was a very set path straight to the 'choice' room, it was only in there that Stanley was really moving like himself again, his legs nearly tripping over each other instead of the almost automated way they were moving before, he stumbled and was on the ground, this is when the panicked breaths and holding his own throat kicked in.

He had tried to get to the broom closet, that's why he got up, he needed quiet, he needed to not be seen, he needed somewhere 'safe', not a ending room, not somewhere too off from the intended path, somewhere thorugh that was Stanley's choice to be in, the broom closet, Stanley might hate buckets but he would be totally down to marry a broom.

He obviously couldn't make it there, no no, his feet weren't right, they were moving all very wrong, like not him, like how he used to walk around, like someone real-

He hadn't meant to end up on the ground, but it was nice, nice to be kneeling over himself, lungs racing trying to choke him out by not holding in air more than it was forcing out, trying to not throw up stomach acid, holding his own hands tightly around his neck trying to keep air in (that totally was how it worked right? You could physically hold air in and it would help catch your breath.). All of that was nice.

A real person couldn't do that, he was Stanley.

Then he's hearing something, faintly somewhere 'Stanley!- Stanley-'

"Narrator?" A dazed and confused murmur came out of Stanley, that didn't make any sense did it? Where- When? Did some reset- No his was...

At first Stanley tensed when he was touched, holding his breath for a moment, before he quickly leaned into it, letting go of his throat, for a moment his arms dangled there by his knees as it was starting to reenter his mind, his arm hurt, the floor was different.

There was no logo, no voice in his ear, and he was not trapped in a room with a damned button.

He was somewhere else and... Cyrus, Cyrus was there saying something, 'Stanley- something- Stanley-'

Stanley turned around and was now hugging Cyrus, or more desperately holding onto Cyrus's lower body and trying to not vomit still, it was a very nice grounding thing, for there to be another person, someone to hold onto.

Stanley was making some noises, less words and more false starts, attempts to say something, anything but his throat felt tight, his mouth felt glued together so he just held on while he regathered himself.

Depending on how much attention to detail Cyrus was paying, he might notice that despite everything seeming physically fine with Stanley now, he wasn't breathing, there was no movement in his chest and no breath coming out, but he seemed to be physically fine.

[playedbetter]

@the-haunted-office said: "I wanna contribute to the chaos," Thursday says. Then she seems to think better of what she just said and hastily adds, "I could have worded that better. I meant to say, I wanna help, so, how can I help?" (Thursday to whichever Pathologic muse might be most open to receiving or organizing help)

Artemy is not great at english, but did pick up enough to nearly burst out into laughter, stressed sleep deprived laughter. Why on earth would you want to contribute to this chaos? Between the actual arsonists, rovering gangs of criminals that took the streets at night, and the plague, it was hard to think of what else somebody could even do at this point.

Thankfully the strange woman clarifies her intent is actually a helpful one. He sighes slightly, he thought by now everyone would know to go bother Danill or Alexander about these sorts of things, but he can spare the time right now. His accent heavy and the words a little unsteady he replies, "Hospital at the theater takes volunteers, if you can move bodies or know how to dress wounds. Saborov still is looking for patrolmen, but I'm not sure if he could be persuaded to let a woman join, he might be desperate enough to. If neither works, then please just stay home and try to stay uninfected and uninjured,"

[there-are-many-ways-to-smile]

As of June 3rd, 2023

[midnightactual]

"I'm taking a day trip to Iran this week to steal a plane. Want me to pick up anything local while I'm there? Fresh Persian leeks or fenugreek? Pistachios? Dried white mulberry?"

[ordinariums-a]

"Oh, shit."

[musaics]

@charaisuke says: "Hey, Hina. Are you free, wanna grab a bite?”

Hinata looks up from the messy pile of paperwork that decorated her desk upon hearing her work partner’s request.  The idea of dinner was a welcomed distraction; She’d been bent over this paperwork for over an hour and her brain was totally fried.  It was unlikely that she would be able to chip away at the messy pile for much longer.

She hastily makes an attempt to neaten the stack while replying.  “Umm, yeah, just let me, umm— “ After a few seconds of shuffling, Hinata’s fanned out paperwork was in a neat stack. Now she can focus. 

“Hi, sorry,” Her grin is sheepish.  “A meal sounds wonderful.  Where shall we go?”

[noxianwilled]

katarina being a skittish feral cat when swain 'adopted' her tho

[fxntasmagoria]

@depictedblue gets a starter from Randy! :))

Randy picks up the phone as he's busy filling orders for customers. "Tegridy Farms, home of the six dollar top shelf gram. This is Randy." He said. "How can I help you medicate today?" There was a pause as he waited, a breath being letting out as he exhaled smoke from the joint he was sharing with Towelie.

[chaosmultiverse]

"Do you just like to watch, or would you like to join me?"

Doom to Stanley (She's probably destroying something in the office :p)

@the-haunted-office

Stanley was watching her try some knife throwing, targeting paintings and signs on the walls, each time she hit something he clapped.

"I cannot say I have done that before, are you sure? I might hit something I should not and the last few, periods of time have been a little physically rough, I do not want to push my luck."

[playedbetter]

@the-haunted-office said: Doppelganger: A dead body that looks exactly like sender's has shown up, but sender isn't dead. Leah and Thursday (or a different muse of mine if you like!)

A quick hop and skip into a universe with something immediately available was the bread and butter of what Leah does and one of her favorite tricks in her arsenal. Also a fun party trick to show off to the people who traveled with her, such as Thursday, who so far she was liking pretty well, and thus wanted to show off to. So off they were to a universe with a lifetime supply of books immediately available.

They appear through two grand doors that open into a library, the ceiling is over a hundred feet above their heads and the shelves go nearly all the way up. Each shelf is jam packed full of books, old and new, occasionally one flies off the shelf and reorganizes itself onto another. Many rolling ladders dot the walls, most of them covered in a thin layer of dust.

The floor is populated with tables and empty chairs, along with a single empty counter. And in the middle of the floor there was a human body laying face first on the ground. Her long brown hair spilling over the floor. Leah's eyes pop open as she notices that, and she rushes over, just a bit of glass cracks under her boots as she crouches over the body. "Oh shit,"

She turns the body over and then immediately lets it go back to the ground when she sees the milky dead eyes this other Thursday has, and the strange lightening like scarring on her. Leah steps back, putting her hands in front of her like she just dropped something. "Uhhh, yeah she's dead. I'm so so sorry Thursday,"

One of the occupational hazards of what she does is encountering dead versions of yourself, but she always feels bad when she hasn't prepped people for it. "We can go if you want... or bury her? Whatever you want,"

[needlenxggin]

@ofanswerssought asked: ❝ i think we’re stuck here. ❞ | STARTER PROMPTS

"C'mon... stuck?" A nervous chuckle left his lips as he approached the door giving it a tug, then another, and another... ok maybe they were stuck. "Sooo... uh... know any fun games to pass the time until we're let outta here or?" How did he always find himself in these weird situations? It's like they sought him out.

[cxrdioectomy]

Dammit he was tired. Leaning back against a chair he rubbed his temples, not quite ready to drag himself back to his feet to lock up the clinic for the night and go to bed. He wasn't surprised when he ended up regretting it after hearing the door creak open behind him.

Paranoia beat out exhaustion as he stood up, facing whoever it could be. "Listen, it's late and I'm tired. And I don't think you look like your dying so if you aren't, make it quick, or come back in the morning."

[moonescent]

tag dump 2

[attroxx]

❛ @cursedblessed said . . . [BITE] The sender sinks their teeth into the receiver’s shoulder, leaving a mark. ( ophie biting ghost- LISTEN LISTEN she can explain c’: ) ❜

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝙄𝙎𝙉'𝙏 𝙐𝙉𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙍. plenty of his victims had taken a similar course of action. granted, in those situations he'd been ' suited up ' for a lack of a better word. right now he is wearing just a thin white t - shirt that certainly wasn't prepared for the vicious bite his roomate gives him. the killer stiffens, taking a moment to process what the hell is happening. had he really pissed her off that bad ? enough to take a chunk from his flesh ? almost instantly his hand presses to her upper back, his blunt nails digging into her. but, he doesn't try to shake her off or pull her away. instead he simply holds her, arms wrapping around her tightly, grip firm.

❛ feel better . . . ? glad to get that out of your system ? ❜ his tone is nothing less than condescending. ghost has no clue what she expected to get out of this action but she must underestimate his pain tolerance. sure, it hurts but so does getting stabbing in the leg with his own knife. to add insult to injury his hand gently runs down her back, cooing under his breath. ❛ let it out . . . c'mon i know you can bite harder than that. ❜

biting . . . accepting.

[rukia-kuchiki-divided]

When somebody says “tHeRe iS nOtHiNg RoMaNtiC in BlEaCh” or that Ichigo and Rukia had a “bRoThEr & SiStEr ReLaTiOnShIp” - all you are doing is making it clear that you haven’t paid attention to the manga or Kubo at all. We can argue reasons for end ships all day but if you can even comprehend that THIS is peak romance, I can’t even.

Kubo’s quotes about Orih*me and her importance to Ich*go:

that’s it

Kubo’s quotes about Rukia and her importance to Ich*go:

“To say their relationship is just friends is wrong, but calling them lovers wouldn’t be quite right also.”

“Their relationship is special.”

“Rukias’ name comes from the latin word Lucia. She’s always been a ray of light to Ichigo.”

“She’s not just a friend. To Kurosaki-kun, Kuchiki-san is the one who changed his world.” -Orihime.

“The bankai in my hands… was gained for her sake!” -Ichigo to Byakuya.

“It seems that pride you speak of leads to killing Rukia. If that’s the case then I will trample your pride.” -Ichigo to Byakuya.

“The power of feelings, is stronger than steel.” -Urahara.

“I feel odd! Even without Rukia, the world just keeps going.” -Ichigo.

“I can’t die in a freakin place like this….I have to save Rukia!” -Ichigo.

“That chemistry with Kurosaki-kun.” When Kuchiki-san returned, she made Kurosaki-kun feel better. Back when Kurosaki-kun was feeling down, she lifted his spirit in one go.“ -Orihime to Rangiku, chapter 199.

“I want people to focus on the change of Ichigo and Rukia feelings in this movie [Fade to Black].”

“From your eyes, from your words… I can feel Ichigo’s power, flowing to me… You’ve become stronger, Ichigo…” -Rukia, chapter 152.

“Thank you Rukia. Thanks to you, I think… the rain has stopped…” -Ichigo, chapter 181.

“That’s the kind of man you have been in my heart, Ichigo!” -Rukia, chapter 196.

“The rain drags Black Sun down, but the rain dried by White Moon.” -SOULs and VIBEs covers.

“I have nothing to ask. If you didn’t tell me until now, you probably have a reason. And that’s your problem. I don’t know how to ask about that. I don’t know a good way to ask without trampling over and putting to shame your feelings. That’s why I’ll wait. Until you feel like you want to tell me, until you feel it’s alright to tell me. Until then, you don’t need to. […] It’s all second hand. I was told something similar before, and I just remember how much it put at ease.” -Ichigo quotes Rukia’s phrase, chapter 398

“This is farewell, Ichigo” “Seems so” “What? Don’t look so sad. Even if you can no longer see me, I can still see you” “What? That doesn’t make me happy at all! And I wasn’t making a sad face, either!” … “…Tell everyone I give them my best” “Okay” “Bye, Rukia. Thank you” -Ichigo’s and Rukia’s conversation before her departure, chapter 423.

“Rukia… is the one who changed my world!” -Ichigo.

“You idiot! Memories aren’t everything! You can’t destroy that bond we share!” -Ichigo.

“Times goes on, but these bonds will never break” - Tite Kubo

“I wonder if I keep up with the speed of the world without you in it” - Ichigo about Rukia