#pls dont worry about matching the length

[stormllight]

( You can hear it in the silence || Imogen Temult ft. Laudna || @macabrepuppet )

The quietness had been a stranger to Imogen for a long time. Even as she got some level of control over her powers, the thoughts that surrounded her would still leak through to her mind. It made crowds insufferable, friendships overcomplicated and her feelings for Laudna all the more distressing. They had been inseparable for over two years, and Imogen had been in love with her friend for nearly that long. She couldn't consider saying or doing anything about it, though, not when she could read Laudna's thoughts and know she was thinking of anything but that. Not when she would have immediate, unfiltered access to a possible rejection. So she locked those feeling inside and focused on appreciating her luck to have met Laudna in the first place.

The circlet changed everything. Her mind was her own again, and she could choose to have privacy, and to give it to the people around her. When she first got the item, on a race to get to the Malleus Key in time, she had only started to appreciate what it meant. Then, chaos rained down on Bells' Hells and they were thrown to different continents. During the time they spent apart, Imogen could barely stand the thought of losing Laudna again. She needed to find her better half again, and she would take her shot if she could. If Laudna only wanted her friendship, Imogen would gladly move on (or try her best to), without having to hear the reaction in her own mind. She loved Laudna in more than one way, after all, and nothing could take that love away.

As soon as they were alone and free to talk, Imogen said those terrifying words, and Laudna said 'yes'. Laudna said 'yes'. Not only that, but, after their first kiss, Laudna kissed her again. Her Laudna. Her beautifully scary best friend, her savior, her tether. The world was possibly ending and Bells' Hells were jumping from one crisis to another, but that was the happiest Imogen had ever been. Watching Laudna glow in her new outfit on the way back to Zhudanna's, she would risk assuming she was not the only happy sorcerer around.

When they finally got to their shared room at Zhudanna's, the closest they had to a home, she couldn't stop smiling. Maybe she should take it slow and not overwhelm Laudna, but she didn't know when they would be by themselves again. This one peaceful night in their old room was a gift, and Imogen wouldn't take it for granted. She took Laudna's cold hands in her own and guided her dearest friend to sit by her side on the bed. "I just have to make sure, Laudna. Did you... Did you mean it? Did you want to kiss me as bad as I've been wanting to kiss you? I don't want you to ever feel pressured to do or feel anything that doesn't feel right for you."

[jadcnlapointe]

badger & boar pub ! ( open for — @nottinghillstarters​ )

one beer, two beer, shot… already striker’s eyes were subject to double-vision, a phenomenon near impossible to navigate thanks to his left pupil’s tendency to wander on its own accord. the magic of his evening? not one drink had been paid for out of pocket. half-guzzled pint glasses had been swiped from abandoned tables, the dregs of downed shots poured to the back of his throat, the odd sip of whiskey from a bottleneck swiped from behind the bar. over the years of empty pockets and a hankering for booze the oldest cannon had invented genius ways of getting hammered for nothing more than a flutter of his eyelids. 

with a nudge, the male gestured to a glittering bottle of vodka, gold flecks nestled at the bottom of the glass, sitting pretty beyond the counter. those drinks were reserved for the christmas celebrations, the birthday drinks, the post-lottery wins; surely they could never afford even so much as a whiff. “dare you to grab that pretty lil’ thing up there,“ his voice was a gravelly whisper, loud enough just so his counterpart could hear over the hubbub, “i suddenly got a hankerin’ for the yellow stuff.“

[a-zif]

@aeyln / ♥

“dame aylin?” her voice is small and soft. many times has āl azif drifted away in daydreaming about what it would be like to meet another like her. what she might say, what she might ask. what it might feel like to face another of her own kin after feeling so foreign to any and all around. and yet, now that she is in the presence of someone with the same celestial blood as her own, azif finds herself lost for words. she almost feels silly — of course no two aasimar would be the same, she is certainly not the same as dame aylin. as much as the priestess considers herself a child of lathander, aylin was born to selûne herself.

once appointed the nightsong, dame aylin's life is everlasting without doubt while azif... oh, azif is very much mortal and sooner or later her time will be up. she is at peace with this, of course. she has found happiness in her life by her camael's side, they have built peace and hope for their children and when the time comes for them to pass it's in their children that they will live on.  

“please make yourself comfortable. you're most welcome in the morninglord's home.” the dawnbringer accosts from the doorstep, approaching coy and cautious. dame aylin is as awe-insparing as she is intimidating if only by the monumental size difference between the two. curiously, once she's close enough to look past the initial stark contrast in height and conscious acknowledgment of their background differences, azif begins to notice the similarities. the unique, almost metalic paleness of their skin and hair. traces of gold where skin has scarred, azif's heart hurts in realization. while her own come from her body changing from carrying her children, aylin's are visibly old wounds and how many of them there are all over.

her daughter, zuriel, has warned azif and filled her in briefly, but seeing them in person makes the fact truly sink in. the priestess sets the golden brass tray on the nearest table, on it a small place with pastries with tea ready to be served.  “i've heard you've been through a lot recently, you're safe to take respite here.”

[embrcssemoi]

"Why does everyone make that face when I mention an old friend?" Devika let out a chuckle as she playfully smacked Abe's arm. "Can't men and women be friends anymore?" No one knew about that one time Raul and her shared a kiss in her college dorm after she'd broken up with her then-boyfriend for the first time. Little did they know the amount of times she would come to break up and get back together with Stephen... for most of them, Raul was there. Most... because she knew now that when her best friend stopped showing up, it was because other things had happened behind the scenes. "But no, Raul is... a friend." Devika made a brief, almost imperceptible pause before defining what he still was. He still was a friend, and she would do everything in her power to make amends with the friend she'd let go in the past. "We went to college together and I found out a few weeks ago that he was living here."

Which was nice. More than just nice actually. To Devika, it felt like life was giving her a second chance to make things right by a person that used to be that important to her.

"I had this boyfriend back in college... Stephen..." She began explaining. "And I didn't know then, but he was very toxic. He isolated me from my friends, my family, from everything I liked... then he started putting me down and making me feel like I wouldn't be happy without him." Devi was glad her hands were busy massaging and spreading products on Abe's face, otherwise, she thought she'd start picking on her nails. Remembering Stephen and everything he had represented, always made her nervous. "Anyway... Raul and I ended up having a falling out back then. Things were said... and I believed the wrong person. Now I'm... trying to make amends, you know?" She smiled, mostly to herself. Because that was the feeling she had floating in her chest, warming up her heart, whenever she looked at Raul: hope.

Hope that he would like her presence back in his life as much as she did his.

"So yes. A friend, mister." Devika chuckled, before shifting the subject to something else. The cat gossip revolving around two families that hated each other. "Honestly I don't think Mrs. Jackson was doing a good job at taking care of her cat, but then again, that's none of my business, is it?" And then again, who would they notify in case of cat burglary? The cops? The vet clinic? "Do you think we should notify someone?" She asked while placing a face mask over his face.

Upon seeing him open one of his eyes and mentioning a gossip of his own, Devika sat up on his couch, tilting her head to the side. "Oooo? Do tell, do tell!" / @bloodandstonex

It was nice to just laying there with Devika. She was a major comfort to him. Even when he was feeling his worst, she had a way of making things okay. Abe wasn't a fan of letting people see him when he was having a bad day, because when he did have them, they were truly awful. Abe was hardly recognizable. But he felt comfortable enough about Devi that she was someone he could let those walls come down. With his eyes still closed, he quirked one of his brows and smirked a bit, "A friend, huh?" He asked, "How old of a friend?" She continued about the B&B, earning another nod from Abe, "That's very good to hear. I would hate to hear the B&B get bad reviews or anything because of bad reviews."

A cheeky grin immediately crossed his lips at her comment, and he held up a finger, "Who said that? I never said that." He laughed, "Gossip is all fine and good when you're not involved in it." And he stood by that statement. As his friend explained the situation between the two families and the cat, he nodded slightly, remembering the drama. And it was drama indeed. "Well..." He drawled, "I'm glad you continued with that story because I thought you were leading me down a different path with it. Sounded like a Sweeney Todd situation at first." Abe joked before he continued, "Clearly they did, right? What does one do in that situation? Can you report that someone stole your cat?" That seemed a bit difficult to prove...and probably something the police didn't quite care about, right?

"I suppose I do have some gossip of my own." Abe mentioned, opening one his eyes to gauge her reaction.

[ilsseongyi]

a bed of rocks with @ilsyena

something about how the way that the ray of lights hit the water when the sun dances on the horizon is just right. especially after a day of hot weather, warm enough to induce sweat on anyone who steps outside. making the surface layers of their skin sticky and clammy. it’s when the sun sets that you know the day has finally truly begun as the temperature falls far enough that you can walk outside without dreading every single second that you’ve existed in the heat.

more so, when you can bask in the warm caress of the sun without feeling any burning lashes across your bare skin. 

that is the case for nam seongyi.

sprawled across the slightly rough ground of the ocean pier, a good walk away from the fishing port that reeked of - well - fish. 

seongyi had come across it by accident. having forgotten that it was even there until he had taken a very angry walk one day to try to escape the smell of the town that had begun to stain every fiber of his being. 

it had hit him like a brickstone wall.

when he had realized that he no longer smelled fish. and ever since then, the small pier had served as some sort of comfort to him whenever ilsang was becoming just a bit too much to handle. 

such as the previous night. 

cats that refused to keep him company in the safety of his home, meowing outside his window all morning. the old air conditioning box in his home, broken in far too many ways for his comfort. and the smell of fish wafting around his room with the janky fan he had pulled from the closet to help cool him down. 

sure, maybe his bad sleeping habits didn’t help the fact that by the time he was ready to knock out, the town had already begun waking up. the elderly vendors shouting across the streets and cheering heartily about plans for the day while he could do nothing to shut the sound or blinding sunlight out.

so alas, here he had found himself. seeking refuge on an oddly placed pile of rocks.

a better substitution for his dingy mattress at home compared to the broken and prickly pile of sticks lining the shore. 

two hours lain on the ground. with no one or anything to bother him.

it might just have been the best deep sleep he had gotten since his arrival to ilsang.

[rememberences]

who: @evenfallsbrightest​ where: white harbor’s library, new castle, the north

what were the use of fabels and stories, works of fiction overall, aside from stories to tell children in their youth? to entertain them, to teach them the myths of the continent, to frighten them into sleeping in their beds at night? his eyes narrowed somewhat as he stood within rows of aged books, the familiar smell of old dust wafting through the cold air. his hardened mind of reason and logic had always failed to see the popularity such novels developed with readers; he was not one to read for enjoyment, but for a purpose. there were tribes within the lands of the north; tribes similar to the clansmen that roamed the ranges of the vale, though it was common knowledge that the northern tribes were not as aggressive nor rejected the starks as their authority. it was their history he sought today; whether something had been amended through history to decrease the enmity. 

though he hated such an order; he would never openly reject to aid in what the king wished, despite his own personal feelings toward it; and still he felt a sense of coldness growing within him. not at the king, not at his new lannister queen that was merely a ticking disaster awaiting to happen, not the grafton heir that had decided to play turncloak against his own father, not even the arryn princess for the first time in years. but a coldness toward everything; as though not much seemed to matter. the climate was beginning to match this coldness; the harsher temperature did not bother the lord of runestone as much as other nobles of other courts that had travelled the length and breadth of westeros; a cold bite was something familiar to the vale of arryn, considering the high altitude of many family homes. 

as he turned a corner his gaze fell upon a familiar head of yellow hair, done characteristically neatly, belonging to a small figure sat upon a small velvet armchair beside a crackling hearth. the lord of runestone was quietly taken aback by lady tarth’s presence this far north; so far from home, from the ocean, from the sapphire isle in the wilderness of the north. it seemed life had chosen to be a mirror this moment; both now having lost brothers in the tension of conflict; he quietly walked up to the figure, the floorboards barely creaking as his warm gaze fell upon the book she held in her lap. more fiction, more stories; perhaps people wished to forget their own lives. 

“it seems as though you’re still reading what a certain petyr tarth once described as waffle.” he spoke, his tone low as to not suddenly startle her; though there was a sense of jest in his voice he had not expected to come so naturally, even in his sombre state. placing a hand on the armchair beside her, his dark orbs looked over her; wondering just how far minisa would go to secure the tarth interests. “does your family intend on steering your fleet through the ice of the north?” he asked, his tone serious despite the light joke he seemed to be making. 

[dawnsrose]

        GOING ON WALKS  was an essential part of aurora’s daily routine .  to go outside  &  be greeted by the warm sun brought peace to the blonde ,  which was something she found herself searching for ever since the day she came to elias .  not because it wasn’t a good place to live ,  but because there were far too many things in her mind .  aurora still struggled with the notion of being a princess ,  of having a father  &  a mother somewhere who were still doing all they could to protect her ,  not to mention her aunts  ---  better yet ,  the three fairies who pretended to be her aunts .  it had been a while since those revelations came to her ,  but that didn’t mean she had had the opportunity to truly process them . 

         like many times before ,  the blonde’s wandering around town led her towards the enchanted forest ,  a place that called to her  ( perhaps due to it’s familiarity to the woods back home ) ,  but that she would never dare enter .  so there she stood ,  a couple dozen feet away from the forest ,  watching it as if it was looking back at her .  it was only when she heard a nearby sound that aurora turned her face towards it’s source ,  a small gasp escaping her lips .  ❝  oh ,  hello ,  ❞  the woman greeted with a gentle ,  pearly white smile .  ❝  i’m sorry ,  i was a bit distracted .  did you say something ?  ❞

[hellgiven]

                she  owed  him  for  this  delivery.  granted  ,  she  wasn't  entirely  sure  when  her  books  would  be  there  and  things  had  seemed  to  get  busy  for  the  witch.  exhausted  enough  ,  the  holiday  season  tended  to  do  that  to  her.  but  still  ,  she  tried  her  best  to  continue  pushing  through  the  business  and  stll  enjoy  the  holiday  cheer. 

         seeing  him  always  brought  on  such  a  wide  smile  from  her.  he  had  became  like  an  older  brother  to  her.  someone  davina  knew  she  could  rely  on  no  matter  what.  she  trusted  him  a  lot.  the  kiss  happened  quick  and  she  still  held  a  smile  afterwards.   "  you're  right.  it's  probably  best  i  don't  add  another  reason  for  hell  to  despise  me.  "  she  chuckled  ,  taking  the  box.  

       there  were  two  glasses  sitting  on  the  table  filled  with  some  of  the  best  wine  she  was  able  to  get  her  hands  on.  one  for  her  and  one  for  him.  she  began  moving  towards  it  with  the  box  in  her  hands  .  and  once  she  got  to  it  ,  she  placed  the  box  down  and  began  opening  it.  inside  ,  contained  four  books.  one  which  was  in  all  latin  and  had  a  latin  translation  with  it.  something  she  was  working  on  learning  more  on  because  most  spells  were  written  in  ancient  latin.  the  other  three  were  classic  stories.  the  count  of  monte  cristo  ,   the  picture  of  dorian  gray  ,  and  east  of  eden.   she  took  them  all  out  ,  looking  through  them  before  turning  her  attention  towards  him.  "  i  can't  thank  you  enough  for  bringing  these  to  me.  "  davina  said  .  "  and  just  in  time  for  christmas  too.  " 

he was actually just about to deliever something from the angel's book shop. an order that she made and had delivered there since she wasn't around and couldn't pick it up. box in hand and casually walking up to her door, passing by a couple of familiar faces — it seemed like everyone was out and about today, christmas shopping.

crowley should have figured that he'd be met with the same kind of warmth like he was in aziraphale's shop, but granted, sometimes an old demon just forgets about the human customs when he's not part of their culture per se. he knew all kinds of christmas liquors though.

❝ hm? ❞

being kissed out of the blue had to be something crowley would never get used to no matter what. ❝ careful, love. you don't wanna upset hell by doing that. here. ❞ box shoved into her hands, he kept standing next to her, wanting to know what she ordered. he was curious like that. so open up the box please? ~♥

[eatspages-a]

@thearchivst / starter call.

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To say he wasn’t keen when one of the assistants tried to call him about that particular chapter in his life -- something he can’t imagine he’ll forget, does nothing but remember every time he looks in the mirror -- would be something of an understatement. Graham hasn’t spoken to Amy since then, only acknowledged her on the buses when she spoke to him first (and even then, that was rare), at least up until they both moved, and he doesn’t care to know where she is now (but he does know, unfortunately -- sorry, Amy).

But of course he wants to know if they know anything that he doesn’t. Not likely, but the drive to get a look-in at the Institute, a place he’d shunned (and still does, out of distrust rather than disbelief), is as strong as a hunger for a story.

So he’s... he’s said he’s changed his mind. It’s taken him a few months to gather up the inclination (as much as the Watcher hungers for this useless thread, Graham is nothing if not stubborn against his patron) to actually visit the place and state his piece. And maybe dig in himself, despite the likelihood that the place won’t be open to his free perusing. The library may prove more useful, but the Watcher is definitely driving him towards the Archives, the assistants, and the Head Archivist himself.

“Thank you for letting me talk to you after... this long, after I sent your lot away, rather uncivilly on my part. Ah, my apologies.” He is genuinely embarrassed about it; he’s still shaken (deeply traumatized would perhaps be more apt, but he won’t admit to that particular phrasing) about the incident with the body-snatcher, but throwing the door in the face of the assistant was a bit over the top, probably, even if he felt vindicated to do so in the moment. “... Are you alright?” There’s something a little off about the Head Archivist, and Graham isn’t sure how to be worried about him: for him, or of him. The Watcher is, predictably, of no help.

[al-y-aska]

As Requested

Closed starter: @minaxpvrk​ Meeting: assumed connection Type: Friendly Location: Ashford, Up in Smoke restaurant Time: Evening

Alaska had felt like a misfit long before she had arrived in Edens Town, but at least in Chicago it felt like there was at least a community of misfits. Here.... there wasn’t a whole lot of diversity in the types of people she had encountered. There were just... tons that seemed to be living their perfect little upper-middle class life, and not a tangible amount of people who had faced something that Aly might be able to relate to. She was already living a stranger’s life, taking on a fake identity and all, but now she was feeling more isolated than ever. At least when she had met Mina, they had that in common-- even if the other didn’t know it. To the blonde, Mina’s belly stuck out without question, but the way the other tried to avoid even touching it, or detracted attention away from it... it all but confirmed it for Alaska. She wasn’t one to ask questions, but she did have her own thoughts and suspicions, despite Mina not saying anything to her... yet. They had hit it off pretty quickly when Alaska had come into Up In Smoke one day for some cheap food and Mina was her server. She didn’t ask questions when Alaska had to count out her pocket change on the table, or didn’t always wear the nicest clothes-- though she never looked like garbage. It hadn’t taken long for them to become friends, and besides, Alaska had all the time in the world, and she didn’t really get questioned when she hung out at the restaurant while they were closing up--like today.

She watched Mina stack some glasses from the other side of the bar. “Dude.... that last guy was a prick. Did he hit on you?? He was literally staring at your ass every time you turned around. And not just when you were near him-- like, he’d be lookin’ at you alllllll up and down while you were on the other side of the room,” why did guys have to be so damn creepy?? Alaska couldn’t stand it, and she was ready to pound if he made some unwanted or unwarranted move against the girl that Alaska considered a friend. “Why’s Ashford gotta be so damn gross?” she scoffed. 

[hyperdrivehearts]

@xteanzu :|| let’s duel 

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‿︵🍑    It hadn’t been long since Anzu had returned to what remained of Domino. Becoming a success over in America hasn’t been easy, but for some strange reason, she was back home and it wasn’t the home she remembered. Then again, it was hard to see anything when water was pelting her and drenching her eyes. The one day she forgot to pack and umbrella in her purse. Thunder and lightning illuminated the dark sky and sounded its arrival. Just great. Disoriented and confused, she found shelter beneath the roof of an abandoned building, just to get her bearings.

                     When her vision finally cleared, she turned to see someone beside her, which caught her by surprise at first.   ❝ Oh, hey! It’s really coming down. ❞   Anzu shivered and shuddered from the cold breeze hitting her wet clothes. Hopefully there was somewhere she could go to get dried off before she ends up getting sick.   ❝ You don’t have an umbrella or something on you, do you? ❞

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Yusei had thought that he would make it back to the subway entrance in time, and just use it was a shortcut that would keep him mostly dry. However, it seemed that the weather liked to not align with his plans, the rain pouring down on him while he still had five blocks of walking to do.

Now, standing sopping wet in one of the many vacant and deteriorating buildings that Satellite had to offer, he watched the rain steadily fall against the concrete. Damn, it looked like he was going to be here a while. He dumped the bag he was carrying off from his shoulder and onto the ground, the sounds of metal parts clanking through the emptiness.

He hoped they weren’t too wet that they’d rust.

Scavenging those parts would have been such a waste otherwise!

Yusei couldn’t help but take a small jump backwards in equal surprise at the person standing beside him. He didn’t even realize that he may have been sharing the building with someone! Really, it shouldn’t have been that surprising, considering how crowded Satellite was; other citizens were bound to run for cover in the downpour.

The male shook his head in a silent apology. “Unfortunately, I do not. I try to plan my adventures around the weather, but it bested me today.”

Yusei gave a kind smile to the woman, she didn’t seem to even be from the sad slums of Satellite, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t treat the other with kindness, even when others from the area would have been hostile towards someone new.

He glanced back out to the outside and sighed. “Do you like the rain? Personally, I’ve never been fond of it.”

[idasen247]

eyes of aries

for @yccjungrk   ✧*:･ﾟ 

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the seasons shifted faster than aurora had anticipated, leaving her with the dawning realization of seoul’s autumn the moment she stepped outside her studio apartment. a few curse words and haphazard attire changes later, she re-enters the outside world in fuzzy socks and a thick coat to shield against the unanticipated chill. the rookie simply took in the world’s transformation as her lace-up boots crunched across carcasses of leaves, a little knot collecting in her chest as she realized she missed the world setting itself afire amidst the chaos her life had begun to resemble. soft features duck into the thickness of her scarf as the wind tangles pine into her locks, and she pockets her ice-cold hands into the recesses of her pockets with a little sigh of comfort. the little cafe she frequented (both to work and study within) rises into her view, retro sign flickering in the warm afternoon.    

lilac spirals throughout the cafe as she steps in, and aurora’s lips curve upwards as they sift through her very being-- infiltrating her bloodstream, singing into the depths of her pulsating skin in whispers of caffeine and familiarity. the bustle of the shop lifted her spirits, and she grinned as her fellow barista winked before logging in her order and shooing her away. the girl dutifully steps over towards the pick up station, backpack heavy against her shoulders. aurora is rearranging to avoid worsening the cramping between her shoulder blades when her order finally arrives, and she’s quick to grasp the cup within her palms. warmth seeps into the icy expanse of those nimble fingers, and for a split second, everything is calm.

the next, the world is exploding.

chaos hits the rookie like a freight train, and she barely registers a little form barreling into her, blinking away the shock as her beautiful, perfect hot cocoa is trailing down the fabric of her shirt and igniting her skin in curling heat. she’s still stumbling backwards between her fragmented processing, ungracefully catching a lone chair and letting out a cut-off yelp as she drags the seating device with her down to the floor. when her senses return she lets out a groan, cranking an eye open and registering the voice fretting above her in hyper speed. 

she knew those eyes.

almost as well as she knew the stars.

“y-yoojung?” aurora mumbles in near disbelief as she straightens.

yes, those eyes of fire, and amber and autumn and all things spice~ those are hers.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[nsjihae-blog]

⸢ sleep is for the weak ⸥

@nstaewon

jihae clocks out after fourteen hours at work, his head throbbing and eyes straining, not from his computer but from the multitude of forms and documents he’s had to comb through and enter into the database. it’s not the most difficult task in the world-- just overly tedious. he’d gotten it done nevertheless and with a bit of extra padding to his paycheck to boot so it isn’t all bad. some painkillers and several hours of uninterrupted sleep will still be much appreciated and preferred before he he has to go in tomorrow though.

thankfully, the journey back to his apartment building isn’t an overly extended one.

when he’d been apartment hunting, he’d purposefully tried find something close to work because even though he may not seem like he’s aware he overexerts himself, he knows he does. a long trip back and to just isn’t ideal so something close to work, a literal bus ride away, for a little bit more in the rent than he might’ve gotten elsewhere is pretty perfect in his opinion. it’s taken him a bit to settle into the routine of it all, but he has it down now. on late nights like tonight, he sets his phone to go off a couple of minutes before his stop comes up and dozes on the bus. he wakes up at the right time, signals his stop, and gets off the bus and makes the short walk to his apartment building where he greets the person working the front desk for the night. then it’s onto the elevator and up to the fifteenth floor and into his apartment.

by the time he’s on the last step of his journey and standing in front of his apartment, he’s exhausted and his head feels ready explode. just the tinkling of metal meeting metal as he pulls out his keys is jarring so he unlocks his door as quick as possible and shoves them back into his pocket as he steps inside. while usually he’d order dinner and watch television or play a game, this time he heads straight for his bathroom to get pain meds, pops a couple of them and swallows them down using a handful of water he gets from the tap. he half-heartedly dries his hand off on the nearby towel and then strips out of his work clothes, yanking on his sleep pants afterward. when he finally makes it to his bed, he promptly crawls under the covers, and it may take a few more moments than it actually feels, but he falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

now, ideally, jihae would prefer to sleep the whole night through even at the risk of being ravenous and bearing a headache of hunger rather than one from strain. but idealism has never gotten him anywhere, not really, and it doesn’t this time, especially not when the sound of loud classic rock music jolts him awake and away from the sweet serenity and bliss of deep sleep.

he scrambles to instantly slap his pillow over his ears, head tilting some and eyes bleary as they dart to his clock to check the time, noting he’s only been asleep for about three hours. it’s long enough to have gotten rid of his headache but not near enough to completely satisfy his need for sleep. he curses to himself and burrows back under his pillow, intending to ride it out and deal. his neighbor has been loud before, but usually jihae manages to block it out via putting on his headphones or just simply blocking it out or even enjoying the sounds. this time, however, he can’t seem to, the percussion of the drums seemingly vibrating throughout his skeletal system.

he groans and pulls himself out of his hiding, climbing off the bed and locating a shirt that’s clean that he tugs on over his bare torso. his footsteps are quick as he storms through his apartment to exit it, heading the short distance down to his neighbor’s door. he proceeds to knock furiously on the door to get the occupant’s attention, trying and failing to reign in the steadily rising irritation. “can you keep it down in there?!”

he just wants to sleep, that’s it.

[mcralcompas]

@heirtm​ said: “ i can get by on my own. “

( meme )

Ishimaru’s ever present frown deepens. This is going like most of his conversations with Togami have gone in the past, that is, not good. He’d rang the other ultimate’s room’s door bell to make sure he’s okay. After all as self appointed leader he finds it his duty to keep everyone else’s heads above water alongside his own. Since Togami has abstained from joining their breakfast meetings seeking him out separately is the only course of action he could take to do that.

“ I don’t doubt that ! “ He quickly replies. The truth is; Byakuya is the exact type of person he’d been afraid Hope’s Peak would be overflowing with. The genius ultimate who’d gotten everything handed to him from birth and likely hadn’t known a days’ hard work in his life. In short, the exact kind of person Ishimaru loathes.

Still, Togami is his classmate. Which means that no matter his personal judgements it’s still his duty to make sure he’s an active participant in their class. He’d judged Mondo just as harshly at first too, and look how far their bond has gotten. Though he doubts he could convince Togami to expose himself to him as Mondo had.

“ But life is about so much more than just getting by Togami - kun ! Besides , I made omurice ! “ He lifts the plate he’d been carrying, the dish neatly displayed on it. And with that Ishimaru pushes past him and forces his way into his room, afraid the progeny would simply close the door on him if he didn’t.

He places the plate down on his desk before glancing around the room, nodding to himself and turning to face Byakuya again. “ Supporting others and receiving support in return is an integral part of student life ! “ He exclaims. “ It’s about elevating each other to greater heights ! And that’s what I’ve come here to do . Pretty great , isn’t it ? I do so impress myself sometimes . “

[oraculumin-archive]

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

@coeurmere | protecT ALICE ok 

 it took a while for her to realise the harsh sound she heard was screaming, screams torn from her own lips. sobbing, she threw herself into her mother’s arms, desperately seeking some kind of comfort. the promise was meant to reassure her, but she knew esme could do little to fight off her personal demons. how could she protect her against things that were lighter than air, that were only ever inside her head ?  maybe she was really going mad. 

 it had been a week since she returned from mississippi. two months since she had travelled alone, with only james’ words to go on, back to what was meant to be her hometown. it was apparent since her return, that alice was not okay, despite the fact she kept up the usual appearances of showering them with gifts, dancing around the house, going out for drives. but those drives suddenly seemed longer, she would go missing for hours on end. every so often they would catch her, a distant look in her eye, her face terrifying blank. anyone could guess it had been about her family. but no one dared to ask; they had all seen the videotape. but that it seemed, had been rather tame in comparison to what alice had seen. 

it was like she had suddenly opened her eyes again, thrown her face into the light. everything suddenly seemed so clear. all this time, she had imagined her family to be something else entirely. she had dared to hope that her mother had a shred of esme’s kindness, her father . a hint of carlisle’s compassion. that perhaps they were looking for her, still, after all these years. only to find out now, that they would rather have had a cold tombstone than to call her their daughter. it explained so much, her lingering fear of the dark. how she couldn’t step foot in the hospital where carlisle worked, without feeling sick to the stomach. 

        it felt like she was unravelling, slowly. these days she would lose herself not in visions,         but in thoughts. she was constantly on edge, her mind reeling with the things that had         happened to her. things they had done to her. things she no longer remembered. she         did not sleep, so there was no nightmares. only waking ones. that was how esme had         found her, tucked into a little ball, rocking back and forth, eyes bright and wide. as soon         as she’d been touched she had screamed, and now she was crying, crying tearlessly. 

                                           ❛  why -- ? ❜ 

                                                                     why didn’t they want me ? 

[florence-wilson]

June 29th, 1979

Saint Mungo’s Hospital || The Service Desk Queue

It had been too long since Florence Wilson found herself in Saint Mungo’s for anything that felt good. The hospital wasn’t typically a place that people went by choice or for any happy occasion. Far too often, they entered through the large, looming doors by no choice of their own, either to be treated for some kind of ailment or to visit a loved one or a friend who had fallen ill or been the victim of some attack. Florence knew all too well what that kind of hospital visit felt like. Over the past year, she’d spent enough time visiting friends, allies, and co-conspirators in the fight against the Death Eaters to know the layout of Saint Mungo’s like the back of her hand.

She never really thought that she would come back to Saint Mungo’s for anything other than to visit the sick. Since dropping out of her training to become a healer, there wasn’t really a point to it. Most of her days were spent working in her father’s flower shop, waiting around and filling orders and working in a job that she didn’t truly feel passionate about. As much as it pained her, she knew that she had to help her father with things. Her mother was dead. He never truly returned to perfect health after losing her. It was only right that Florence stay back and help her father make ends meet.

But as time went on, Florence knew that she wouldn't ever be happy working where she was. She needed to do something that she was passionate about. She needed to go back to feeling useful, feeling productive, doing something more than the honorable thing of fulfilling her duty to her family. The longer that she worked at the flower shop, the less she felt like she was being true to herself. She'd spent years dreaming of becoming a healer. Why waste all those years of ambition on doing something that would never truly and completely satisfy her?

As she waited in the line at the service desk at Saint Mungo's, Florence mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do. Singing the paperwork to re-enroll in the program was the first step in taking full control of her life and her future. It was about time that she did so. So why did she feel a pit in her stomach, a painful sense of anxiety that she couldn't quite shake? Florence moved her hand to run it through her hair, and in the process, accidentally dropped the papers she'd been holding between her arm and her torso. "Why?" she moaned, leaning over to pick them up, almost embarrassed that people had to see her at was arguably one of her more nervous moments.