#thomas 001

[jaceeverett]

WHO: Jace & @tommybrowning

WHERE: Merrock State Park

WHEN: May 12, 2023

In a little over a week, Jace would be spending almost every day in the park, hiking the trails, driving around in a state-regulated vehicle, talking to visitors, helping out guests... and although he had spent plenty of time there as a kid, he figured that there was nothing wrong with getting to know the land all over again. Quite literally, as he set out to tackle a different trail every day, figuring that by the time that he slipped into whatever uniform they talked him into wearing, he would know the place like the back of his hand... or hopefully would, anyway. That particular afternoon, he found himself stopping to take a break near the creek, dropping onto one of the fallen logs that he made a mental note to take care of when it was his responsibility. Probably. It did make for a nice bench to sit and watch the waterfall that the creek formed as the water rushed down the rocks.

As he was sitting, he heard the sounds of someone else coming up the trail -- multiple feet, he reasoned, not turning to look, but instead closing his eyes and focusing on the sound. No, not multiple people. One person and a dog, from the sounds of it, the leaves crunching under foot, the unmistakable pant of a dog as it made its way closer. Jace opened his eyes back up, chancing a look over his shoulder, and quickly turned his head again. Fuck. The Browning siblings just kept turning up everywhere, which he figured was the product of living in a small town... he was bound to run into them sooner, rather than later. Maybe it was better to rip the band-aid off right away. Taking a breath, he steeled himself, staying where he was on the log, and waiting to see if his brother approached, said anything, or walked on by. Unsure of which would be easier to deal with.

[cagenewman]

WHO: Cage & @tommybrowning

WHERE: Lake Malory

WHEN: Volunteer Week, April 2023

The upside of running your own business? When you wanted to take the afternoon off to go stand knee-deep in lake water, pulling up old lures and untangling line from the reeds, you could do that. The downside was that he knew he was going to have to work twice as hard the next week to get back on top of his paper work and personal projects, but... it was worth it. Lake Malory was one of Cage's favorite things about Merrock. Sometimes he spent whole afternoons out on the water with Colton, or fishing on the banks with one of his brothers. Other times, when he needed to clear his head, he would just take a drive, walk out to sit on the dock and think. It only seemed fitting that he would volunteer his time that week to cleaning it up, whenever he could.

Right in that moment, Cage was holed up along the shore, about six inches deep in churned up water, fishing waders doing their job of keeping him dry as he used his pocket knife to slice through a tangled line, wanting to do his best get it off of the fallen tree that it had completely tangled in when he heard the sounds of someone else nearby, glancing up, and then doing a double take. Of all the people to have ended up at the lake that day... Cordelia's brother.

[docolives]

WHO: Livvy & @tommybrowning

WHERE: From Brush to Canvas

WHEN: May, 2023

Although it had been a long time since her days in San Francisco, the moment that Livvy's heels clicked across the floor of the art gallery, she felt like she was back in those days. Afternoons exploring art galleries with her friends, attending fancy soirees with the man she was dating at the time, going out to the nicest, fanciest restaurants in the Bay Area. Maybe it wasn't quite the same situation, but Livvy did feel somewhat thrown back in time as she entered From Brush to Canvas, letting her eyes adjust from the sun outside to the fluorescents overhead, spotlighting paintings that were hanging on the walls, from chains, on meticulous displays around the large, open room. Sometimes, it was just nice to get out.

She had dressed the part that evening, slipping into a deep red dress, black heels, a black jacket, the same matching wine-shade on her lips, and her hair left loose, tumbling across her shoulders from where it had started to grow out of the bob she had impulsively cut it into after signing her divorce papers. Smiling politely at the man behind the front desk, she accepted one of the brochures, politely declining a tour, and instead stepping up to one of the first paintings she saw, moving her eyes over the brush strokes, the colors, the composition... unaware of the fact that someone was approaching from the side.

[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?"

[owenryder]

"Oh, Reese's don't count," Ryder shook his head at Tommy's answer. "Not because they're not good, they're actually the best, but just because everyone likes them." Unless someone was allergic to or just didn't like peanut butter, there was very little chance that they were going to say they didn't like Reese's, after all. "Sour patch kids are good, too, though. What about those War Heads?" When he asked about the sunglasses, Ryder couldn't help his laugh, shaking his head, "didn't know that. I guess you learn something new every day, but I just figured that they survived through he years by living in dark castles. I survive by looking cool in my Pradas and Guccis. We're not the same, Drac."

"Reeses peanut butter cups, obviously. Non-chocolate I'd have to say sour patch kids," he covers the potential of Ryder wanting a specific kind of candy. "Oh, you didn't know? Ray Bans are a vampire owned company. In fact, most sunglasses brands are. Why else would they make them? You don't think sunglasses were for human's sake right? You lot survived from the dark ages without them why would you possibly need them now?"

[alinaceyhan]

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."

[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.

[saiyanprincefiregod]

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

[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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[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."

[liu-yu]

The room was dark aside from the blinking lights of the computer screens surrounding the desk in the corner of the room. Though it was still bright outside, Yu much preferred working in the dark and with his music playing. He'd even brought some food for his planned hours long diving through his resources and notifications to see what dirt he could dig up that day.

Honestly, it didn't even take him very long to find something of interest. And with a little extra digging to confirm what he had found was real, Yu was pretty satisfied. Of course, he could just publish it on his social media, but he felt like it needed just a little extra attention. After all, the politician in question was a well known figure in the public image. and the public deserved to know that he was cheating on his wife of fifteen years with three separate women. Not mention these women didn't appear to know of each other's existence. And didn't they deserve to find out as well?

So, popping another crisp into his mouth and chewing, Yu quickly navigated to his messages, uploading the files and copying the link into a new message.

Ph4ros: got something for you Ph4ros: not suspicious link Ph4ros: women's identities will remain anonymous for their own sake Ph4ros: don't think they know he's sleeping with all of them at once

For: @liu-yu​ Setting: Thomas’ desk in the Sun open space / Yu’s ___________

This had started a couple of years ago. Thomas had not been a huge fan of it at first. He usually was the one with the code-name, the secrecy, the one in control of the narrative, and even more often, the one to torment others with his simple presence. He wouldn’t have called ph4ros a nuisance, but Thomas couldn’t precisely call them a friend either. They were on friendly terms, as long as they kept from benefiting from the other’s work.

He was sipping on “an excuse of a coffee cup”, which would be how his coworkers called his habit of surviving on a ridiculously high amount of cafe con crema with an unhealthy dose of sugar. If only he’d been one to care for criticism. Instead, he made a point of adding an extra sugar if someone was staring loudly his way in the break room (and then pour the inhuman beverage down the bog). 

He was finishing an article trashing dear old Boris Johnson (something he’d have done for free) as the notification popped up on his screen. “New message from 𝚙𝚑𝟺𝚛𝚘𝚜“

[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.

[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?"

[pruenakamura]

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?"