#solo 001

[abigailxiang]

If You Go Down in the Woods Today || Solo

Timing: March 10th, 2024, late at night.

Location: Outskirts of the West Rock Ridge State Park

Description: If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise. If you go down in the woods today, you'd better go in disguise. AKA Abigail ruins the Qiongqi's picnic.

Warnings: TW Blood, Gore.

Since moving from Boston to New Haven, it seemed that Abigail's entire life revolved around work. By day, she was working at the Divinity Library helping them translate and categorize Chinese texts, occasionally restoring the odd scrap or two. It was easy enough to maintain her cover profession when it was, in fact, something she enjoyed. The texts were often fascinating from a history stand point, even if the content was dull, and the near total independence she had with her job made it almost feel fun.

And by night, she did the job that she was truly born to do. Abigail would listen to police scanners and cross reference mentions of odd happenings on the local message boards while she ate dinner. Sometimes nothing would pan out and it would be a quiet few hours in the bunker, either digitizing the family texts or maintaining her materials.

Other nights would be exactly like this. After the rather... disastrous encounter at the restaurant with Sutton and the boy in the boat shoes, Abigail had spent the rest of her free afternoon tracking down a hunt. She had heard whispers of people going missing, of a man found horribly mauled. The state troopers thought it was a bear, or a wolf. But the message boards thought differently. And so did she.

Killing the engine of her motorbike, Abigail hid the vehicle under a camouflage tarp and threw a few stray branches over it. Hardly necessary, given the darkness, but still. It never hurt to cover your tracks.

And tracks were exactly what Abigail was looking for now. Picking her way through the forest, she walked with ease in the moonlight. Fangxiangshi never had to worry about the dark if there was even a glimmer of light and when her eyes fell upon the torn up branches, the mud pressed with giant foot pads too large for wolves or bears, the tracks may as well have glowed. Her spear thumped against her back as she followed the trail. She stepped deliberately into the tracks, digging her heel in to destroy the marks behind her. Better for the park rangers to think some bumbling idiot had wandered off trail than to poke around here.

Abigail trekked through the forest, ears pricked and attentive. If a monster came charging at her, she might not be able to see it, but she'd certainly be able to hear it. She kept her breathing even and slow as she moved, the familiarity of the hunt meditative. She had always found it easier to think on these hikes out to battle, because it kept her mind off the fact that she might very well be marching towards her death.

Right now, though? Abigail focused on putting one foot in front of the other. She did not particularly want to think about anything else besides the hunt at this current point in time. Because the thing that had been on her mind the most, as of late, was another hunt. Another creature. But one unlike any she'd been on before.

She sucked in a sharp breath, mentally kicking herself. No. She wasn't going to think about black eyes and horns and blonde hair. She was focused and she was calm and she wouldn't--

A rancid, foul scent wafted from upwind and Abigail's stomach clenched reflexively. No matter how many time she smelled the stench of death and flesh and blood, she would never get used to the first whiff. Steeling herself, Abigail's hand drew her spear and she held it at her side. She followed both her nose and the tracks deeper into the forest until the scent became almost unbearable. Her eyes darted around, trying to find the source until something dripped onto her shoulder. A dark, sticky smear spread across her black robes.

Abigail looked up, directly into the gaping, ragged stump of crushed bone and tendon that made up what had once been a human neck. The body hung upside down in the trees and Abigail grimaced at the outstretched fingers just above her head. Legs bent unnaturally in the branches of the trees and the hiking pants the victim had been wearing were shredded, as was the flesh beneath. Guts poked out from three large slash marks across the corpse's stomach, the contents dribbling down the victim's chest. It explained the smell, for one.

But it didn't explain where--

The Yaoguai descended from the tree, black feathered wings beating more quietly than any creature of its size should be. Years of training and honing her reflexes were the only reason that Abigail was able to dive out of the way from the giant beast that had descended upon her.

What should have been white fur was matted in blood and two curved, glittering horns protruded from its skull. A curved beak melted into the furred snarling face and body of a tiger, with massive wings spreading to pull it from the steep dive. The wings flapped, sending leaves and twigs flying through the air as it hovered above her.

"Wángbādàn." Abigail swore as her mind raced, mentally scrolling through the pages and pages of knowledge acquired by her ancestors. A Qiongqi. Gāisǐ de Qiongqi-- of all the monsters, it had to be a flying one. At least they were far from water. Qiongqi could control water creatures and the last thing she needed were drowned spirits returning to fight with it.

Her talismans would do nothing against this threat; there was nothing spiritual about this monster. And there was only one way of handling that.

The Qiongqi let out a noise halfway between a shriek and roar before diving again towards Abigail, talon-like claws appearing from the massive paws. Abigail dodged, launching herself out of the way with all the strength she could muster. The creature landed hard on the ground, talons embedded in the earth where she had stood only seconds before. She hefted her spear, preparing to swing, but the Qiongqi pulled its front claws from the ground with ease, tearing dirt and roots along with it.

She backed away, keenly aware of her surroundings. She would not be backed up against a tree or trip over a root. That was how a lesser Fangxiangshi would die. No, Abigail was a Xiang. And while she was only the eldest daughter of a youngest son, she would uphold the family honor.

Spear kept at the ready, she and the creature circled one another. The creature's yellow eyes watched her with more intelligence than any animal could ever have, waiting for her to strike. Abigail kept her composure before setting off the creature's trap.

She stabbed at the creature's front paw with her Qiang, the red tassels flashing through the air. The Yaoguai reacted with lightning speed, withdrawing the targeted paw and lashing out with the opposite. But, Abigail had expected as much. In a fluid motion, she raised the tip of her spear from where the paw had been and stepped towards the beast, her spear now positioned right at the breastbone of the Qiongqi. With as much power as she could muster, Abigail thrust the spear into the monsters body. A lesser blade would have skittered off the bone, but the Qiang had been built for her kind. The thick spearhead was just as much a bludgeon as it was a blade and it smashed through the bone and pierced into the creature's chest.

The Qiongqi let out a roar of pain and stumbled backwards, wrenching the spear from her grasp. Abigail grimaced. It was still alive. Of course it was still alive. And her spear was firmly lodged in its flesh.

Reaching for her belt, Abigail pulled the short sword she kept at her side for emergencies. This certainly qualified as an emergency. The Zhi Bei Da she wielded was far too short for her to defend with or for her to launch any kind of frontal attack. But, it was better than her staff. It was strong, but she had a feeling it would crumple against the yaoguai before her.The Qiongqi let out a shrill cry before charging at her, murderous intent filling its eyes.

Abigail feinted left before diving to the right in a tight tucked ball, feeling the monster's claws pass through the air over her body. She sprang to her feet in an instant, spinning on the ball of her foot to set the Qiongqi back in her sights. The momentum of its attack had taken it further forward than it had intended and its back was to her for a brief second.

That was all the opportunity she needed.

Without a word, Abigail sprinted towards the creature and, when she was a few scant feet from colliding with its side, she leaped into the air. Her sword slammed down into the back of the creature. Blood welled up around the sword blade and, when the Qiongqi screamed in pain, it sprayed across her face. She grunted, blinded by the blood, but kept her grasp firm. Using her weight, she began to pull the blade through muscle and tendon, sawing through flesh towards the spinal column.

The beast's efforts intensified, spurned on by pain, but Abigail continued to pull the blade and then, suddenly, the monster fell to the ground.

The Qionqi's legs gave out from under it and the monster's weight pushed the spear deeper into its body. Unable to hold itself up, the Yaoguai impaled itself on her sword with a final gurgling gasp. She held her position, counting in her head until she was satisfied that the monster was truly dead.

Still blinded by the blood in her eyes, Abigail stood up and withdrew the sword from the Qiongqi's body. It wasn't difficult, she could feel the body eroding beneath her already, the flesh turning to putrid ooze. She mopped the blood from her face with the back of her hand and grimaced as bones emerged from the ooze, pockmarks beginning to appear in the white.

She extricated herself from the melting corpse, ignoring the way the mess clung to her boots and robes. She retrieved her spear and gave it a cursory glance. Not even bent. Abigail slid her Zhi Bei Da into its scabbard before letting out a long breath.

She watched the Yaoguai's corpse bubble and seethe until nothing but a dark stain of evil remained on the ground before her. Abigail pulled a yellow piece of paper from her pocket and tossed it onto the ground, the sullied earth erupting into flames.

Abigail's eyes watched the holy fire as it cleansed space and she couldn't help but wonder. Could she have done what she did if the Qiongqi had stared at her from behind blue, nearly human eyes?

[thewrightone]

Another Brick in the Wall || Solo

Timing: Late June Location: Zuzu City Description: Jay hates her job.

"And remember, time is money, and..."

Jay didn't listen as her boss gave another shitty speech about profits and money and margins and expenses. She didn't care. She didn't care. She didn't like working at Joja Corporation. Then again, it was hard to imagine enjoying her job. She'd given up that pipe dream years ago. Besides, it wasn't like anyone actually enjoyed working at their job. Not a single one of her coworkers did.

If she'd been able to pick a job she liked, she'd be on the Fern Islands, studying flora and fauna and not using her biology degree to go pre-med. Sorry, Dad. Instead, she's still not using her biology degree to go pre-med, and she works a desk job at a mega-corporation. Sorry, Dad. Sorry, Mom, too.

It sometimes got to a point that Jay didn't actually know what she was typing on her computer, just going through the motions until five o'clock arrived. She'd clock out, get on the bus, go home, warm up something for dinner and fall into bed only to get up the next morning and do the same thing all over again.

Setting her keys on the kitchen counter as she walked into her apartment, Jay sighed, groaning as opened the fridge. Nothing, great. That meant takeout until she could go get groceries, which would just be cereal, milk, some noodles if she was lucky. And Jay wasn't exactly lucky. She closed the fridge and rubbed her eyes, going to pick up her phone.

There was a letter on the counter, one she hadn't been able to bring herself to open. It'd been years since she'd seen her grandpa. They'd been close when she was younger, she supposed, only grandchild privileges, but he'd had less and less time to come visit her family, and, well, Jay had grown up. She'd never gotten around to visiting that farm of his in her youth, and then it had just been too late.

Jay felt guilty, too guilty to think about her grandpa, much less open and read his last words to her. Still... She needed to, didn't she? She needed to. She should.

With shaky fingers, she opened it up.

If you're reading this, you must be in dire need of a change...

And she was. Jay scanned the letter, first once and then again, reading closer this time, her eyes widening. This was real. This was hers. Her grandfather had left her a chance to get out of her dead end job, her monotonous life, her dull existence.

But she knew fuck all about farming, literally nothing.

But he'd done it. He'd dropped everything, moved, made a life for himself. How hard could it be? That was the question, right? How hard could it be?

Putting down the letter and picking up her phone, she grabbed a notepad. She'd make a list, figure out what to take, get a ticket for the bus. She could be headed to Stardew Valley by tomorrow, if she figured things out tonight.

Seriously, how hard could it be?

It seemed like Jay was going to find out.

[haley-in-bloom]

Every Day Like the One Before || Solo

Timing: June 23rd

Location: Stardew Valley

Description: Just another perfect day in the life of Haley Bloom, right?

“And I’ll see you lovelies next week!” Haley said with her trademark smile and wave of her perfectly manicured nails. Shutting off the camera, she let out a sigh and glancing over at her computer. Audio, video, all of it had recorded which meant all she had to do was edit and add it to the end of the queue. Fun.

Her desk looked like a disaster, which is how it always looked after she recorded a video. No one ever saw the make up pallets, the used brushes, the bottles that piled up on her armoire as she filled the silence of her room with chatter or notes to herself to time-lapse a particular section. Switching off the ring lights behind her mirror, she set about cleaning up the clutter. It was her least favorite part of filming, but it had to be done.

Once all the pieces had returned to their respective places and her desk cleaned of stray flecks of setting powder, Haley stretched her arms before pulling out her phone.

Arrange the hair, tuck the chin, back straight but not too straight, a casual peace sign because everyone loves peace—perfect. Haley snapped a picture and regarded it with a critical eye. Good enough. If there were little flaws, it made her more relatable online and people loved relatable. She was just like them! Stuck in this stupid, boring little town filming videos until she could finally move to the city.

Just finished a new video! Hope you guys like it when it comes out 💕

And post.

Slipping her phone back into the pocket of her dress, Haley glanced at the clock. It was only 4 pm, which was honestly perfect timing. Emily wouldn’t be back from work until late tonight and Sam had finally developed the barest definition of a schedule, so at least he wasn’t blasting his stupid guitar now.

Haley popped her headphones in as she left the house, latching the door behind her. It was stupid—who would break into their parents’ house? Maybe the crusty old man who lived up in the mountains, but she hadn’t seen him in at least a month. But, she locked the door behind her all the same.

Flicking through her music, she put on a pop playlist before swiping to her messages.

Haley: just finished recording, what are u up to?

Alex: aw shoot babe

Alex: i just started lifting and im like, in the zone

Alex: wanna hang after?

Haley rolled her eyes. Of course he was working out. She knew it was like, his whole thing. Trying to be a pro grid ball player out of Stardew Valley of all places was almost as insane as trying to be a UTuber. But, Alex was dedicated to it. She couldn’t fault him for trying.

Haley: sounds good! tell your grandma I said hi

Alex: 😘

Wandering down the street, she glanced around the town square. The mayor was running around, probably going to poke his nose in at one of the shops to see how they were doing. Like the answer would be another other than “slow as hell.” He waved to her politely and Haley offered him a dazzling smile before turning away. No beach for her today, it seemed. The last thing she wanted to do was make awkward small talk with Mayor Lewis.

There were a few people in the town square, but Haley ignored them. The fountain was usually empty around this time and it was a nice enough place when the two little kids in town weren’t screeching on the monkey bars. But God. This town was such a dump. They didn’t even have a movie theater. Everyone had a movie theater. But no. When she and Alex had date night, it consisted of suffering through bar food at Gus’ and having to see her sister the entire time and then going back to her house to watch movies on her laptop. So romantic.

If Haley had her way, this whole town would be bulldozed down, she’d slap a mall down on the abandoned farm to the west and build a high rise with beach front property. The valley would make money, tourists would come for longer than just the stupid fish festivals, and everyone would be happy.

Maybe then her parents would decide “Oh, we fell in love with the Fern Islands and are selling that little house in the Valley. You’re off the hook! Emily can go back to the Calico Desert and Haley can get herself a condo in Zuzu City and we’ll all go back to seeing each other once a year.”

Haley let out a chuckle as she settled down by the fountain, leaning against one of the trees that shaded the area.  

No chance that would happen. The most exciting thing that ever happened in this town was the rockslide that cut off access to half of the lake. And they’d been able to fix that up quick, no one had even gotten hurt when it happened.

Haley sighed as she glanced up at evening light streaming through the leaves of the tree. When was something ever going to happen in this stupid town?

[ningtual]

NINGNING for METAL CHINA

[nohound]

🐟🐺 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛, @lykosog : robb & rickon s.

THERE, BETWEEN THE TRUNKS OF TREES, DOES A STREAK OF AUBURN CIRCLE THE KING ! not to be mistaken as the red leaves on threadbare trees, nor the threat of A WILDFIRE TURNING BRAMBLE TO CINDER: but as that of the hair of a 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, hiding on the outskirts of his brother's vision. the same cannot be said for the boy's shadow, however. the large thing with even larger teeth and green eyes... it does not hide, and it does not linger, approaching instead the familiar stranger before rickon himself follows suit; it's lips pulled back over pearlescent canines in 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝.

[lgcnathan]

starter for : @lgchyuk

context : trainee mission 019, volunteer

nathan doesn't usually consider himself someone who's 'good' with children (especially since he still largely seems himself as a child himself). but it's been a few weeks of the trainees volunteering at the youth center now, and while he wouldn't say he's necessarily a master at childrearing by any means, he definitely feels more comfortable with entertaining dozens of children.

this saturday, he's paired with hyuk for their assigned activity for the day, leading games and activities for the younger, elementary-aged children – or, in other words, playing with a bunch of little kids.

the two are rummaging through the center's storage room for game ideas when nathan pops out from behind a stack of boxes, holding up a large jump-rope. "what if we challenge them to jump-roping altogether, like, 30 times or something?" he suggests.

[pennysylvester]

i can't be everything to everyone, who do you talk to when you can't talk to no one ➝ solo.

TAGGING ➝ Penny Sylvester, with mentions of Logan Clarington (@paramediclogan), Patrick Flanagan (@patrick-flanagan), Alex Washington (@alex-washington-rackets) & Emmy Corcoran (@emmycorcoran).

LOCATION ➝ Penny and Logan's living room.

TIME FRAME ➝ 10/25, early afternoon (but starts out with mentions of the night before).

WARNINGS ➝ Just a lot of angst, mentions of cheating, I guess a scared dog?

SUMMARY ➝ Penny has been on the verge of a breakdown for years, and she finally allows herself to do it.

Penny had gotten home late last night, traces of her tryst lingering deeper than just her skin. The house was silent, dark, its calmness broken only by the running shower water as Penny stood beneath it, letting it wash away what should never have been there in the first place. She'd towel dried her hair, then slipped quietly into bed beside her husband, eyes growing misty as she watched how peacefully he slept. The salty tear to roll down her temple, wet her ear and soak her pillow wasn't fuelled by guilt or sadness, and maybe that was the problem: she didn't feel guilty at all.

Running into Patrick in the bar had been a blessing. She hadn't sought him out, he'd just...happened. Materalized when she'd needed someone, anyone to take her mind off of the shit storm brewing inside. This life with Logan, she'd resigned herself to it, accepted that this was it, she didn't have to be happy. She could find fulfilment in other areas; her passion for her job, her devotion to her family, her need to be everything to everyone... And maybe that was the problem, too. She was only one person, stretched entirely too thin already, but Penny had never been a quitter, so she wasn't going to start now.

Having her cake and eating it too... it wasn't okay. But somehow, it was. She wasn't happy at home, she knew Logan wasn't, so maybe they could both just continue to do this dance, put up this facade of the loving, happy husband and wife, then get their true happiness on the side, just like Penny had last night, or last year with Alex. But sex wasn't happiness—sure, it quelled her need for affection some, but it wasn't real affection. It was attention, and while Penny craved that too, it wasn't the crux of what she really wanted. Only one person could give her that, and the more Penny did this, the more she danced with Logan and fumbled beneath sheets that weren't her own, the looser her grip became on the only person that actually mattered.

Emmy wasn't the only one to have expected a reunion at some point; Penny had, too. But then she'd met Logan, she'd gotten swept up in the idea of the fairytale life, the most attainable option. She didn't have to work for Logan; Logan couldn't hurt her and she couldn't hurt him, because he didn't love her and she didn't love him, not really. They loved the idea of each other, of that fantasy come to life, and somewhere deep down, Penny always knew it would be temporary. She'd live out that temporary high, then she'd come home and Emmy would be waiting for her.

But Emmy wasn't a fantasy; Emmy was real. She was a person with hopes and fears and feelings, and while Penny knew on some level that she'd screwed up her second chance with her a while ago, it had taken up until their conversation in her office to shatter that final glimmer of hope. Emmy hated her. She hated her. And they were done, Emmy said they were done and whatever they'd once had was over, and maybe Penny didn't know how to accept that, but she was trying. She was trying so hard, searching for that affection she craved in any place she could find it, and without even trying, she was leaving destruction in her path.

Alex.

His baby.

Logan.

His time.

Emmy... her life. Emmy was glass, the most precious, fragile kind, and she cracked and shattered in Penny's hand until she, and the illusion of the two of them together, turned to sparkling dust.

Everything in Penny's path turned to dust, and she'd done all she could to ignore it, to distract her mind with work or parenting her adult siblings, or climbing into the bed of a stranger she'd met in a dimly lit dive bar. It wasn't until now, when she sat in her living room with puffy eyes and the house cloaked in silence, the sleeves of her sweater pulled down over her hands to grip tightly in her fingers, that she really let herself see it. Her lip quivered, her eyes glazed with an overflowing pool of salty tears, her body filled with self-hatred.

And Penny finally broke down.

The new vase, the one she'd bought just yesterday to replace the one lost to the earthquake, took the brunt of her downfall. Penny cried and gripped her hands until her palms were decorated with deep crescent moons from her nails. She didn't just cry, she sobbed. Loud, heartbroken, ugly sobs, her sadness turning to anger, then to frustration, and Penny stood and grabbed the closest thing to her, the vase, and watched as it hurtled towards the wall, smashing into small, shiny shards that scattered on the floor.

It wasn't the sound of shattering that brought her back to her senses, but a terrified cry, and Penny turned to see Zoe backing up into the kitchen.

"No." Penny shook her head, guilt washing over her. Zoe was Logan's dog, Penny barely even liked the thing, but she found herself lowering to her level now, kneeling before her and dying inside as she watched her shake. "I'm sorry," Penny sobbed, trying to motion the dog closer, but she only backed up further. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to scare you."

A knock on the door caught both of their attention, but rather than running to see who it was like she usually would, Zoe only continued to whine. Penny was in no state for company, but the knocking persisted, and Penny, everything to everyone, began to run scenarios through her head. What if it was one of her siblings, what if something had happened and they needed her? It was that thought and that thought alone that pulled her from her knees, and had her frantically wiping at her watery, red, puffy eyes as she headed for the door.

"I'll be right back, okay?" She said to a still cowering Zoe. "I'm so sorry, Zo."

In the grand scheme of things, apologizing to the dog was the least of her worries.

[vampiricgf]

[stillsolo]

       new tag dump — !

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˒ *｡:･ 002 :  (  v : ANH  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸’𝙼 𝙸𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 003 :  (  v : ESB  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙳𝙳𝚂.

˒ *｡:･ 004 :  (  v : ROTJ  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈.

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˒ *｡:･ 006 :  (  au : warframe  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁-𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂‚ 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 007 :  (  au : blade runner  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻?

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˒ *｡:･ 010 :  (  au : exodus  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁.

˒ *｡:･ 011 :  (  au : imperial  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚇𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 012 :  (  au : prequels  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴‚ 𝙸𝚃’𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 013 :  (  v : modern  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂‚ 𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 014 :  (  v : semi-modern  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙾𝚂𝙼𝚂.

˒ *｡:･ 015 :  (  v : coda  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙽 𝚃𝙾  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  queue  )

˒ *｡:･ 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃‚ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  starter  ) 

˒ *｡:･ 𝚈’𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆‚ 𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚁 𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝚂𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  psa  )

˒ *｡:･ visage.  (  solo  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰.

˒ *｡:･ (  hc  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂‚ 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙾𝙳.

˒ *｡:･ (  anon  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙳𝙾‚ 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷?

˒ *｡:･ (  answered  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽’ 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴‚ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃.

˒ *｡:･ (  dash game  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙳‚ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸’𝙼 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽’ 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ (  meme  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ (  save  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺.

˒ *｡:･ (  crack  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵—𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanluke  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽‚ 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

˒ *｡:･ (  hando  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙻𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻𝚃𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanjyn  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙰 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙿𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanleia  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 ’𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸’𝙼 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙻.

[aercnaut-archived]

not enough people acknowledge the fact that lee's daemon being a prey animal actually has weight on his character and isn't just a neat aesthetic choice by pullman.

[snkrbonbon]

Nike Air Max Solo "Hot Punch"

[rn-zane]

TIMING: past SUMMARY: How long could you hold out hope and continue looking for a family to call your own? OR Zane's journey to Wicked's Rest.

Carson City’s Home for Boys didn’t smell anything like a home. It smelled of sweaty boys, old wood and cigarettes. The fresh smell of grass Zane had gotten used to back home was nowhere to be found, even on the playground where it got suffocated by the smell of cars and something sour. There was grass here, sure, but the fond memories of picking daffodils for his mother had been suffocated as well when he first got shoved into the dirt splotched grass. He wasn’t alone in enduring this terror - most of the boys here were angry and abandoned and took it out on each other. There still wasn't a connection to be found since Zane approached it all with an outward calm and humility and even angered the boys with his messages of hope. ‘Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.’ So during the day, he waited for a meaning to his new situation, for God's and his parents' plan to be revealed to him. When the lights were out, he cried until it felt like his lungs would never be able to fill with air again. 

His first foster parent called him Simon for most of his time there. Opportunities to correct him were scarce as conversations were limited to demands. Take out the trash, go do your homework, grab me a beer from the fridge. The ones who followed were either a slight improvement or subtly worse, especially the ones with other foster kids. Zane was infringing on their space, eating part of their food and taking away from any sliver of attention their foster parents could afford. ‘Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.’ There was less crying in the foster homes, rooms usually shared with other children who laughed at him or surrounded by thin walls where adults shushed on the other side. 

High school was a blast. At some point, his grades became the entertainment at every classroom break. Each fleeting glance at another boy meant weeks of less than charming slurs and when there was refuge to be found from that, his thrifted clothes became the center of attention. No matter how many hits he brushed off, they kept coming. A few friends came and went, just as lonely as Zane in the chaos of teenage hormones but jumping at the chance to move up the ladder if a chance presented itself. ‘For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken.’ One thing he did learn quickly in high school was that boys didn't cry.

College was calmer in some ways but even more confusing in others. It seemed like the logical choice since housing was incredibly difficult to come by under other circumstances. Still didn’t smell like home, more so like beer, different scents of perfume and a moldy smell he would later realize was weed. Parties were hard but better than spending nights alone with McDreamy yet again and for once, there seemed to be some hope. A first kiss. Not quite the romantic moment his soap-opera infused brain had imagined - more sloppy and accompanied by the bitter taste of beer but still. It was a start. Or an end, Zane realized when Monday’s history class awarded him with nothing but a dismissive glance from his not-so-McDreamy. He didn’t go to parties after that. Stopped praying, too. 

Finally, a new cause. No more tests that made his brain short circuit or strange social rules he never got the hang of despite his best efforts. Zane had a group of like-minded people in Shining Light. Spreading good and making a family grow at every stop. For some, a temporary family. Still, it was the best he’d found so far. He’d share his secrets with someone and wave them off on another adventure the next week. Try things, under the covers with another man, that his thirteen year old brain never could have fathomed before sending him back to his girlfriend who apparently lived in Costa Rica. Then they all disbanded and the search continued. Nursing school was a large community and sitting through lectures made him feel like screaming. So he studied alone while others formed groups and bailed on the parties until they no longer invited him. He went for runs and hoped, secretly prayed in some secluded corner of his mind, that his actual family could still be out there. 

When Zane’s consciousness was fading from blood loss and teeth piercing skin, it was a relief to see so many faces staring and waiting. Wanting him to be a part of their community. Their family. They knew his name, they knew where he came from and who he wanted to love, and they still wanted him there. It wasn’t really a question, giving up a ‘normal’ life for this, when everything up to this point had been so lonely. Maybe he could finally stop searching. 

‘Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious ointment upon the head…’

[sugaclubb]

tengo la mala suerte de que nadie me toma en serio

[spellbcok]

@wvsteria asked: our muses are attempting to slay a dragon for ruyi/jacen

"watch out!" ruyi called out to jacen. she jumped forward, swinging her claymore at the beast's tail that was heading toward jacen. she sliced off a tip, angering the dragon even more.

[victoriousfidelity]

@amreality said: "You're breaking my heart." prompts for assertive accusations. | accepting.

"If that's sarcasm, Han, you should know I'm more or less immune to it these days."

[0830am]

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