#so dont feel pressured to match ; - ;

[triglycercule]

i feel like horror would have sourdough starter. he doesn't even use it to bake he just keeps it alive like a funny little experiment. the yeast in that starter will never get to experience the fulfillment of becoming bread unfortunately

and then he totally gets mad at dust and killer if they dont take care of it properly when he can't. WDYM THE STARTER OVERFLOWED!!! YOURE SUPPOSED TO ADD LESS WATER!!!! that's his baby guys he named it and decorated the jar and EVERYTHING 💔

[ssnowbunnii]

Closed starter for @townofcadence

Christmas eve had always been their day to celebrate. Every year, without fail, they would get together and just... do something. It had never mattered what. Bunni had always been happy to just be together for a day no matter what. At least, that's what she thought, until Christmas eve became a day of sitting in a silent hospital room next to her dear friend who might never wake up again. And it was all her fault.

This new place, this new world, was very similar to her own in so many ways, but was so different, too. It was exciting, she enjoyed it, but now it was Christmas eve and she couldn't even spend it in the same room they were in. So she did the next best thing. Out in the woods like this, you would never know you were anywhere else. It was exactly the same, all the way up to the cliffside and the steep drop below. She'd been here for awhile now, all day in fact. Sitting with her legs dangling off the edge, mostly. But as it got darker, and darker, and colder... she stood. To stare down the cliff and into the rocks below. It really was a miracle that Amelie hadn't been impaled when they... fell. When they jumped. But not of their own accord! When they were forced to. Which wouldn't have happened if... if she hadn't brought them here.

Oh, god.

The entire area had dropped its temperature dramatically since she'd come out here, the entire forest felt like it was going to freeze over. But she couldn't stop imagining it. The sound they had made when they fell, the sound of the... of the crunch. Frost was spreading over the dirt and grass all around her, out from her feet. What had it felt like..? Were they scared? Were they there at all? The sight of them crumpled on the rocks below... it haunts her still, like she can see them perfectly. She releases a quivering breath, and it fogs the air.

[ludinusdaleth]

i feel like im probably looked down on for becoming so indulgent & horny & pathetic on main and im sorry to normal people who follow me who probably liked me different. but thanks to those who stay and deal with me. all that i really want to do online is talk about bear stuff and my favorite characters and just. my interests that dont really create a cute normal fandom blog, at all hours im on here. and it feels shameful. but im thankful i havent been shamed

[eyeless-smiles]

[ wall ]   Cain shoving [human?] Corinth up against a wall.

@murderdeals

This may just be the first time the Corinthian has ever experienced anything close to the fear it felt when faced with his unmaking by Dream's hand. And boy, do human bodies experience fear. His heart is jumping into his throat, racing like a jackhammer. Had he a moment to think, he'd wonder how the damn things don't explode.

And all this is spurred on by the mere sight of Cain. He's frozen in place. Why can't he move? Is this the whole deer stuck in headlights phenomenon?

Trying to understand his adrenaline fuelled paralysis doesn't linger for long, because the object of his terror is upon him and unceremoniously shoving him into a wall. The air is instantly knocked from his lungs, shattering that paralysis and instead leaving him scrambling to claw at the arm that has him pinned. His chest heaving. Winded. Fuck. Has Cain always been this strong-? No, his own body is just weaker.

He grins, despite his hammering pulse. Just play it cool. He doesn't know.

"What the fuck- do you want..-?!"

[wintermilori]

closed starter for @crownedinlight location: claire's office

Returning to Echo Isle wasn’t something that Liam rushed into without properly thinking through. Sure, his first instinct the moment he had received the letter from Clarion had been to drop everything and run to her. But he had held back from doing exactly that without proper planning. He had sat down with his eldest step-daughter and had a long conversation as to what his departure would mean for the magical community of his own country, finally deciding together that it didn’t truly matter. They both knew that offering the protection and aid to the magical beings in their neighboring country was more important than the gossip and backlash that Liam may receive for leaving his post. Plans had been made and within a fortnight, he was on a boat, being snuck into Echo Isle once more for a heavy price. One that he was more than willing to pay.

Finding a place to stay hadn’t been as hard as he had feared it might be, the Hotel Transylvania more than willing to welcome him without any questions as to how he suddenly appeared on the island. And once he had a roof over his head secured, Liam didn’t waste any time in finding the person he had come all this way for. Finding out that Clarie had made such a name for herself on the island, achieving everything that she had ever dreamed, brought a warmth to Liam’s heart - one that he hadn’t allowed himself to properly feel in years, and one that he had to push back and attempt to ignore as he stood outside of her office door. This wasn’t the time for letting his old feelings come rushing back or getting lost in the past. There were much bigger issues to deal with - the safety of all magical beings on not only Echo Isle but the rest of the surrounding islands as well should be their first and only priority.

Yet as he knocked on the door and heard the oh so familiar soft voice calling for him to enter, Liam couldn’t help the skip of his heart as he pushed open the door, standing in the frame rather than walking right inside. “Hello Clarion,” he greets, hoping his voice was even enough and didn’t give away any of the swirling thoughts in his head. “I received your letter.” Was all the explanation he offered at first for his sudden arrival after twenty years of being gone. Of course there was far more to the story of why he was here, but the time would come soon for telling the whole tale.

[vtriol]

the wild, thrilled look in their eyes peeks out over their dramatic sunglasses, turning their head to look at @satellitewar for much too long. their brightly-painted lips spread in a wide grin before the jeep is jostled by a particularly large tree root, one of many speed-bumps that might deter another, more cautious driver. “ gotta place t'be, shawky! ” shouts thana, straining over the engine.

they volunteered to drive, which earned plenty of skeptical looks from both their companion and the man that graciously rented the jeep to the two—but as another rock sends one side of the jeep a bit higher into the air than expected, thana only lets out a bold laugh and swipes the wheel to narrowly avoid a spindly tree with low-hanging branches.

he's not treated so gently as a passenger, but thana's seatbelt offers little more security than his own. they lean over to his side and open the glove compartment, rifling around for the map he put away earlier, when he says, “ don't hit a tree! ”

their head whips back up, jerking the wheel to the left and slamming on the brakes as the jeep swings away from the wide, bulky tree that appeared out of nowhere. skidding sideways, the jeep rocks to a halt and taps its tires gently against a small rugged pile of rocks near the cliff face. thana blinks a few times, then pulls down the overhead mirror and begins to fix their wind-whipped hair.

“ well, we betta figure out where we are on the map. ”

[1800moon]

Atp I'm just going to yell out "I have a bomb on me and it'll explode if you guys don't say you love me" in the middle of class.

[website-com]

since pepper was asking for it something that girls do that always makes me think 'cool gender' is not change their names despite it being historically masculine and re-defining the name through their identity and relationship to it.

[imflyingfish]

Sigh

[fictionformed]

Thomas O'Malley for @nctquiteshakespeare // a location where the kiddos can't find them;)

Duchess in Evermore? Fuck if that was some dumb luck or second chance at happiness.. Thomas wasn't sure, because on one hand she was here, with him! And on the other.. she was here... with him.. trapped. It was mind warping, confusing, frustrating and exhilarating all at once, to have her back in his life was the greatest gift he'd ever been given-- but to win her back? That was a challenge he would rise to without question. As Thomas walked along carrying a blanket under his arm and holding a large wicker basket full up with sandwiches, snacks, cakes, lemonade and wine he couldn't stop thinking of their last kiss. No, not the one over ten years ago, the passionate one they shared last week.

With that moment burning itself into his brain Thomas quickened his pace to meet Duchess. All the first date jitters, and doubts danced around their history in his mind. What if she doesn't show? What if she thinks this was a mistake? No no-- Thomas believed in them. He believed in their love and past being stronger than any... magic town in the middle of nowhere? Looking up Thomas swore time stilled and his heart stopped as he drank up the sight of Duchess in the summer sun, like no time had passed at all. "Duchess" he breathed, "You are .. breath taking."

[soldiersscream]

Closed starter for @littlequeens <3

The nightmares were relentless, an unyielding barrage tormenting him every night, each time he dared to close his eyes. Nothing he tried seemed to offer respite. Seated at his table, the rhythmic ticking of the clock served as a haunting accompaniment as he gazed at the photograph cradled in his hands. The picture that saved his life. A pretty woman with a warm smile and kind eyes, on the back of the picture was a hand written message to keep safe, a silent plea that had unknowingly altered the course of his destiny.

He had to find her.

If only to thank her for saving his life. If he hadn't moved to pick it up, he would have been caught in the explosion. But because of her he made it back. Home to an empty house and nights full of terrors. With a determined gulp, Erwin downed his shot of whiskey, feeling its fiery trail sear down his throat. Rising from his seat, he swiftly gathered his belongings, methodically packing his rucksack with essentials for the journey ahead. It was time to embark on his quest, a solemn vow to express his gratitude to the stranger in the photograph.

Months of painstaking research had decided this moment. He had scrutinized every detail of the picture, from the background artifacts to the distinctive landscape, Erwin had meticulously pieced together clues, ultimately pinpointing the place where the photograph was likely taken. Armed with this slender thread of information, he was resolved to start his search there.

Setting his jaw with determination, Erwin shouldered his pack, ready to walk unknown roads, to take in his first taste of freedom since finishing his turn in the war. Perhaps it would help clear his head, take him out of the battle completely. Another goal. Another purpose.

---

Months later he reached the town, showing the picture to men in the inns, they all waved him off with dismissive shrugs and vague gestures until a young man took notice. With a nod toward the imposing manor perched atop the town, he revealed that the woman in question was none other than the daughter of Lord Tyrell.

The next day he left the hotel and made his way to the manor, the picture of the lady in his pocket ready to thank her. But fate had other plans in store.

"Stop that horse!" echoed a frantic cry from the manor grounds, jolting Erwin into action. With reflexes honed by instinct, he sprang into action, intercepting the charging horse with a steady hand and calming voice. His touch gentled the panicked animal, coaxing it into stillness as he waited for the estate staff to arrive and take control of the situation.

Erwin stepped back once the horse was lead back, watching them go before stepping forward, about to ask where he could speak to the Lord, but he was greeted by the woman he was looking for. His eyes widened slightly before he composed himself, standing straighter but nodded as she thanked him, "No need to thank me. Your horse as just spooked by something" he explained. How had it happened that she was the one thanking him.

In that moment, every rehearsed scenario, every imagined conversation, evaporated from Erwin's mind. Faced with the woman he owed his life to he found himself at a loss for words. No words to tell her he walked all this way to find her. To thank her. To let her know she saved his life.

[blankticket]

The cotton pads and medical tape's placed back into the medicine cabinet, shut gently as not to make much noise. It's a habit—no longer with crewmates or roommates or hosts to bother—Vash has always lived with other people.

That loneliness is what wins against his better judgment not to send texts in the dead of night. There's no mistaking the Plant's heart is forever heavy with guilt, with shame, and with fear; but he was listening to them, that day on the Boardwalk.

[text]: Hi! And, sorry. I couldn't stand to live in Archimedes anymore. [text]: I won't be around there again. Sorry you've both had to put up with all these weeks of what I've done. I'm sure it must have been hard on you both… And I know I haven't been there for you. I promise, I miss you both so, so much. [text]: I'm in Burnt Umber. If you can believe it, Home's out there! Actually, I'm in there right now, typing this to you. It's more or less exactly the way things looked the last time you were over, although the crew's dwindled down to just plain old me. [text]: I was wondering… If you'd like to come live here? It's a lot more lush and lively than Noman's Land, but I don't think you'll have trouble finding where I'm at. I've attached the coordinates anyway, just in case! [text]: Just thought offering a safe place to stay would be the least I could do for you two. I've seen a lot of the coverage, heard things. I'm really, really sorry for all the trouble. [text]: Oh, sorry to text you so late, too! No new phone excuse here, just me being me.

Vash runs the faucet after setting his phone aside, leaving it face-up on the counter while he stares at it apprehensively. The thin stream of cold water running over his hands brings him some measure of calm, even if it always feels a bit like a guilty pleasure. Wasteful.

…These might be the most terrifying messages he's ever sent.

—

➠ ➠ ➠ ➠ ➠ ➠ @merynger @punishercross

[valenthario]

the urge to start a new gp is real

[eyeless-smiles]

Closed RP | @endlcssdreamiing

Nightmare has been getting bolder. More ambitious. More reckless in his behaviour.

But in his defence, he feels overwhelmingly ignored. Dream used to treat him well. He would walk with the Nightmare. Or watch the Corinthian work in the sleeping minds of the Dreamers. He would call the Corinthian his masterpiece.

Now, it is a fight to receive even a modicum of His attention. A shared word. Even a passing glance.

The Endless has been particularly focused on his realm as of late. Enforcing His rules with an iron fist. The Corinthian has been left to fulfil its purpose like a good little Nightmare. He hasn't seen Dream in months.

And he's been looking. The Corinthian would stalk the dark corners of the Library where the Endless occasionally read. He would wait impatiently by the doors of the throne room, only for them to never open. He even began walking the Shores of Night in the hopes of catching his Lord in the midst of creation.

No such luck.

It was during one of these many tedious searches for that the Nightmare's attention turned towards the blackened sea where the half imagined and half formed nightmares of mortals sought to clamber free of the waves and set foot on the shore. They would never make it.

But out, deep in the looming depths of the ocean, the Corinthian caught flickering glimpses of something bright, inviting and vast. Faint glimmers of the Waking World. Just beyond reach of the Dreamers resting minds.

The Nightmare had stood there for what felt like days. Debating on whether he should dare to step into the waters. What was the harm in a quick look? Nobody had to know.

The Nightmare glances left, then right. Across the expanse of the Shores of Night. Nobody else stood upon its reaches. It was a split decision that drove the Nightmare to step into the water. To wade up to its waist. Towards those enchanting flickers of another world.

[sashanemitz]

closed starter for @forgedqzs​  ―  (  sasha & toni  ) where: fedra school when: 7:35 am

competition has been known to be a very powerful tool. on one hand, it could provide a strong sense of motivation. to do better. to be better. better than anyone else. better than oneself. on the other... it could be quite dangerous. addictive even. it could ruin lives, demolish valuable connections. but wait... what was that about connections? sasha here didn’t really have those. or, at least, not any of great value. what they did have was personal selfish intentions. and well, in that case, competition only fueled sasha’s ego to no end. it brought purpose to their life. hooked them enough for them to keep coming back every day to that damned school, as if sasha wouldn’t have done it otherwise. they loved their job. loved being a trainer. loved handling weapons of any and every kind. loved one-on-one combat sessions. those were quite... intimate. powerful. even hot, if they were completely honest. but then.. there appeared yet another aspect of competition for sasha. and let’s just say... they did not expect that one.

frustration. extreme frustration to the point one could easily rip their hair out. who would’ve thought to hire yet ANOTHER trainer?! all the spots were already taken and the three of them already had everything under control. there was no need for a forth! it was funny, because sasha never felt any kind of threat having the other two trainers around. they were decent, but they were nowhere close their level. it almost bored sasha to an extent. there was no excitement, no inner mission to win something over. there was just... that. training. hardcore training. sure, there were the praises of the teenagers that sasha trained. they always welcomed their positive feedback and compliments. they couldn’t help but love all that attention which only proved to them that they were their favorite trainer and the best one in fedra school. period. but then... SHE had to show up.

this school did not need a model-looking, ego-boosting, confidence-radiating trainer. they certainly did not need that! any of that. why would they do something this lame? am i not good enough for them? all that i have done for them all these years? what is this BULLSHIT. to say that sasha was fuming was an understatement. who did this chick think she was?! based on how she was carrying herself, she was just as self-centered as them. and THAT could only mean one and only thing.... this was THE COMPETITION now. oh, oh, now, that’s where the real business starts.

ever since that toni (whatever her name is) joined the trainers, sasha made it their personal mission to be on top of everything as if it was even possible. they started going to the school an full hour earlier just to “prepare” and have their morning workout session in their office and be all ready for lessons by the time clock hit 8:00 am. there was nothing stopping them from reaching all of those very important goals they came up with in their head. it was crucial to show that foolish girl who the real trainer was. sasha had to set the example for the newbie. there was no other way around it. there was no way in hell they would allow that woman to act as she pleased. it was THEIR school. and it was all the foolish newbie’s fault for not getting it right away.

it was a monday morning. monday freaking morning. sasha HATED mondays. every single one, yet there they were already unlocking their office door precisely at 7:00 am. they simply had to be punctual and professional. as per usual. but now.. oh, now they had to be all those things in CAPITAL letters. there couldn’t be any slip-ups. no mistakes. only perfect professional trainer behavior. setting the example the correct way ― sasha used to say.

that fool’s going to be there any second. they had to be prepared. they will destroy her. easy peasy. they just had to show up at the right time and say the right things. bitch will end up being stunned and will back down. usually that’s how it worked. sasha used their charming, bold and blunt personality to throw others off their feet. this will be no different. like at all.

sasha lifted their hand to check their watch. almost time. almost. GO. grabbing their duffel bag, already in workout gear, sasha left their office now in the process of heading to the main gym hall. they had it booked since previous week as they had plenty of upcoming classes to attend to with their students. the gym was a necessity! but what they failed to notice was that toni must’ve arrived earlier as well and now was about to enter the gym. MY GYM?! MY FUCKING GYM? before they could even swear out loud sasha appeared right in front of toni, shoving the entrance door of the gym close, to prevent the other woman from entering.  ❝  ah, ah, ahhh! the gym’s mine.  ❞  well now it almost sounded like they were angry someone took their toy. that was not how they planned to come across.

❝  see, it’s been booked since last week.  ❞  sasha leaned against the door frame while giving the other a slight shrug as if to say that there was nothing to be done about it anymore.  ❝  aaaand i’m not about to disappoint my students. that’s just not me. at all.  ❞  apparently now they wanted to prove just how responsible they were and how much they cared for their students. which was partially true, but... not to that extent, anyways. it was more of self-interest, but toni didn’t need to know that.  ❝  so... i’m afraid you will have stop by later.  ❞ 

[flappervcmp]

I thought we were having a moment.

"Still could be, if you keep moving your thumb along my waist like that." Annie was straddled atop of Micah, peering down at him with curious eyes. The only reason she was there in the first place was because she'd gotten curious about what might happen if she tried to drink his blood while he was high.

She'd gotten distracted though by the sight of him smoking, and so was now just perched on top of him as he lazily moved his thumb across her skin while he smoked away.

Annie didn't usually go for smokers for a meal, and especially not pot smokers. She always assumed it would be like drinking a drunk person's blood, and she didn't want to be caught off guard but now that she was in a more secure environment to test it, she was practically vibrating with curiosity.

The only issue was that Micah was far too pretty and she found it easy to just get lost staring at him, eyes trailing across him and taking everything in. It had been so long since she'd been remotely close to a human, but Micah was different. He wasn't going to go running screaming through town at the first sight of fangs.

"You're just.. surprisingly distracting."