#thomas 001

[narilily]

WHO: Nari & @tommymaddox

WHERE: Creek Fest

WHEN: September, 2023

Nari had decided to slip away from Lavender Lane long enough to find something delicious to enjoy, a blood orange refresher in one hand, container of broccoli cheddar soup in the other as she stopped by one of the picnic tables near the Creek, dropping to sit carefully. There was already somebody nearby, and once craning her head a bit to get a view of their face, she broke into a smile, recognizing him instantly. "If it isn't Tommy Maddox himself. What brings you out here to the quiet woods?"

[simranxrathore]

closed for @sebastianxthomas location: kismet beach

Since her return to Kismet Harbor, a lot had happened in her life. She'd written a few books; one that she'd been really passionate about but more so--she'd been filled with regrets on so much in her past.

But as she walked along the beach, she spotted him—Sebastian. His broad shoulders were unmistakable, the same confident posture, but there was something different about him now. Time had shaped him into someone else, someone she didn’t quite know anymore.

Her heart skipped at the sight of him. She hadn’t thought about him in years, not since she'd addressed that dedication to him in her novel, but now, standing only a few feet away, the memories rushed back.

"Sebastian?" Her voice came out softer than she’d intended. Simran swallowed. "I didn’t expect to ever see you here." Wasn't he based in New York? That was what had been told to her during their time together in the south of France all those years back. But then again--she'd moved back here so why couldn't he have done the same?"

[lunaticguy2]

when i love a character i want to see them suffer i want to see them helpless and depressed sometimes in my head i make them unable to do somthing that people need to fit with society like make them mute/non verbal, deaf or amputate, very mentally unwell or physcally unwell

and to clarify i would never wish anything like that on a real person i dont want anyone to suffer

[owenryder]

Working at The Garden, most of the time if Ryder needed a drink, he would simply stop at the bar before he headed home, bat his eyes at Emeline and pout about it being a long, long day, see if he could convince her to give him a free drink, offer her up some fried apps in exchange, since he was remarkably good at sweet talking the cooks, after all. But that particular night, he had been doing some shopping downtown, had decided to stop in for a drink, a little socializing. Why not? Apparently, he wasn't the only person with that idea, as the sports bar was busy that night. Not too busy for him to have found a spot at the bar, ordered his drink, and settle in for the night. He had an drink in front of him, only just barely started as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone, checking social media, and didn't even glance up when he heard the voice next to him, engrossed in checking the story of a painter he had been chatting with for a while. "Appletini," he finished watching it before clicking his phone off, setting it aside, and turning to the other man with a small smirk, "and it's very good."

who: open where: Touchback when: Friday night after 10 p.m.

Music hummed throughout the bar. Some catchy pop tune that's meant to be played in the background engulfing the space. Thomas mouths every word as he shrugs out of his coat and wonders deeper into the establishment. It's his second time at Touchback. The first being to watch the Warriors - his favorite basketball team. As he slides onto one of the empty barstools at the bar, his eyes catches on the hockey game unfolding on one of screens up ahead. He's entrenched for a half minute before he begins settling onto the stool. His coat goes over his long legs and his elbows pressing on the bar top. It's during this that he sees in his peripheral the person seated beside him and the drink they're sipping on. It automatically peaks his interest. "That looks good," he begins, giving the glass a single nod. "What is it?" He would definitely be starting his night with one of those.

[labyrinthinesyndicatex]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: fight night TIME: evening of the 19th FOR: @poisonvdhonvy

Her hand lifted the martini glass while her eyes tracked his path through the Silver Sands chaos. A smile tugged at her lips - watching him navigate through drunk tourists was prime entertainment. Nice suit - probably cost more than her monthly rent, but that was his style. Thomas had been her client twice before, both jobs involving some seriously questionable art authentication that paid well enough for her to upgrade her forgery equipment. "Evening, Jun-ho. Never took you for a boxing fan," she said, keeping her voice casual while sliding a glance at the people trailing him. Security detail, by the looks of them, though they were trying hard to blend in. Rich boy had gotten more careful since those cyber attacks started hitting the casinos. She debated whether to mention the rumors about his family's latest digital security breach - probably not the best small talk for fight night. "Got any money on Thompson? Word is he's the favorite."

[saiyanprincefiregod]

Happy Harvest from Dr. Thomas Xavier Light, Rock Light, and X Light.

[joshlane]

Swaying with the shove that Tommy gave him, Josh let out a snorting laugh, "I don't think that's love! That just seems like violence, if you ask me," which might have also been Tommy's love language, come to think of it. "I guess at least you would be prepared for it, then, right?" But his grin said that Tommy was nowhere near the bottom. Mostly, because Josh could never be that kind of person who ranked his friends, made them fight for any sort of position in his life. He was a good person, mostly. "Dodgems?" he let out a laugh, shaking his head, "buddy, we call 'em bumper cars, you're going to confuse the hell out of some poor kid working in the booth. And besides, I'm a pro. I work with engines for a living, remember?"

"Yeah? Well, mine is physical touch," he states right as he shoves Josh's arm. "Look, I'm sure being at the bottom of your friends list is exactly the same as where I sit right now. Bullied and belittled," he jokes. Tommy sighs overly dramatically, looking out at the crowd. "One day you'll treat me right." At the nudge to his ribs he gives a fresh shove, both of them acting more like they did as children than grown adults. "Sure, as long as it ends in me kicking your ass in the dodgems!"

[alinamarrero]

closed starter for @sebastianxthomas location: Alina's apartment

Alina sat at the bottom of her stairs outside the flower shop, wearing nothing more than just shorts and a tank top, and sighed as she looked at her phone. It was suddenly like no one was answering and she had locked her keys in her apartment. Well, she didn't mean to do it, but the door was locked and she propped it open while she was trying to bring in a new plant and while she did, Bond had hit the door and it was shut. Just her luck. She looked up and down the street before she was going to try calling her dad again and she saw a man walking down the sidewalk. "Hey!" She said as she stood up and put on a smile. "Could you help me? I'm locked out of my place." She said and pointed to the door up the stairs.

[dianaswhitney]

closed starter for @sebastianxthomas location: kismet harbor park

Diana was laying down in the grass, skimming over the newspaper when a shadow appeared and made it hard to read. Looking up, she saw a man standing there and she made a face before looking back at the paper. She gasped loudly to get the man's attention and sat up quickly. "Oh, my god. Did you know when you block someone's light while they're reading, it makes you that much more of a target to get shit on by a bird?" Sarcasm clear in her voice and she smirked up at him.

[wickedlydirtymen]

for @courtesons

For years, Thomas had found himself teaching young adults who were either blissfully stupid, or he had the ones who could stun a room with their intellect. No one had ever truly impressed the older gentleman. Some had come close, but there wasn't ever something special. That was until he met one student, Peter Parker. Brains, Braun, the kid had it all. For the first time in fifteen years, a student had truly caught his eyes.

A dark gray cardigan was buttoned around his rather fit frame as he stood behind his desk reading. Notes were sprawled all over the large desk as he began to file them away. That was when he heard the knock to his slightly ajar door. Grey-ish hues peered over the top of his glasses as he turned to the door. A warm, pleasant grin cheered onto his lips. "Ah, Mr. Parker." There was a sort of rasp to his voice as he spoke. "Please, come on in."

[thedevilsbckbone]

Closed starter for @heroexxs

The first time Neha slowly opened her eyes, all she could feel was cold and pain. Her vision blurred, her ears ringing, head pounding and body aching. She groaned as she tried to look around, trying to reach for something, understand what was happening. She felt a tightness against her chest, vision going in and out as she tried to figure out where she was. She saw a glimpse of her windshield, cracked and shattered, beyond it nothing but white. It took her a moment to realize she was in her car, and then a few more moments to realize she was upside down. She gasped, hands flailing around as she tried to reach for something to support herself, crying out in agony at the pain. Her skin felt like ice, slowly sinking deep under her skin. The ringing in her ear grew louder. Louder. Louder. Until suddenly it all went dark again. Then there was only cold.

When Neha woke again, the first thing the heiress was aware of, was how warm she felt, a stark contrast from the ever consuming cold. The more she came to, the more the room around her came into vision and the brunette blinked in confusion, remembering she'd been in her car last. Her eyes swept around the unfamiliar space, feeling anxiety start to swell up in her chest. She tried to sit up, letting out a sharp gasp of pain the moment she moved, grasping onto the blanket that was covering her. Her head ached from the sudden shift and her eyes squeezed shut, willing the pain to subside as she took deep breaths through her nose. "What the fuck..." she huffed between labored breaths. After giving herself to recover, Neha grit her teeth and took a deep breath, bracing herself as she moved to sit up again. It took a few agonizing seconds but she was finally sat up, peering around the room again. It looked like the inside of some sort of cabin, a small fire crackling steadily in the brick fireplace that sat across from the old, worn sofa she sat upon. Her brows knit together softly, Glancing around to see if anyone else was there. "Hello?" she called out softly, feeling her nerves growing with unease. "Is -- is someone there?"

[inkher0]

⦻rigin: Entry #21

CW: Intense gore, upsetting imagery, intense body horror, Emetophobia, Implication of past SA, Mass event death, Suicide mention, cannibalism, character death, Period-typical homophobia/transphobia

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[ravensrevcnge]

Closed for @deadmanstoefm | Rio & Tommy @ Midnight Mirage Reopening Masquerade

Rio was pushing his way through the crowd, attempting to beeline for the bar and ply himself with some alcohol to make this night go by a little faster, when his shoulder collided rather painfully with another man's. Was it his fault? Probably, but still he scoffed. "Watch it, asshole," He muttered as he continued towards the bar. He didn't like crowds like this, too many people enclosed in such tight quarters.

[sacrificedbelicfs]

( @fragmcntedsouls | abel. )

She shouldn't have called. After all he'd been through because of her cause, he should be left alone, but they were so close to the endgame. Her hand could almost reach out and touch it, though it seemed to move further the more she stretched.

Almost. She knew that word too well, better than most. Her feet carried her forward only part of the way as he finally came into view. Getting him out was one of the best things she'd ever done, maybe the only good thing. Sending him back? That held its own weight: why did he have to be a hero? His strength was unlike anything she'd ever seen, and she needed some of that right now. It wasn't all for nothing, and if anyone could see that, she knew Abe could.

"You came."

[atlasxthorne]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: The precinct TIME: Wednesday, morning FOR: @cleothomas

Atlas tapped his fingers on Officer Stanley's desk while he waited for the officer to call about a case file. The morning at the precinct was busy, but his mind kept going back work. He looked at the case file photos of a string of break-ins where the perpetrator left elaborate origami figures at each scene. The behavioral pattern suggested someone with OCD tendencies and artistic training, but the why still bugged him. He wished the case had more solid leads than paper cranes and clean crime scenes. At least he had those maple donuts from the break room to keep him going - if Officer Chen hadn't already raided the box. A woman by the front desk caught his attention. She looked a little lost. "Can I help you find where you need to go?"

[ingridnystrom]

closed starter for @harperthomas location: belle blossoms

Prue couldn't believe she was doing this. She had never bought flowers before in her life, but here she was buying some for Renee. What was she even doing? She hadn't admitted her feelings for her best friend to her and yet, she wanted to get her some flowers? What was the end goal there? She wasn't sure but as she walked through the door and looked around, she became more hesitant to even do this. Spotting a woman, she walked over to her and smiled nervously. "Hey. So, if I was to buy a bouquet for a... for a friend, what do you suggest?"