#thread 14

[enduringdevotion]

Wedding Planning #1: Invite The Broker ||@hypnoticallycaucasian||

Nicholas had a list of things he needed to do for this big event of his life. One was invitations, not that there were many he wanted to reach out to, what with not being entirely social just yet. It worked out, made the event cozy and more intimate.

It's what he told himself rather than depressingly small.

He waited at the little lunch spot on the pier, wanting to hit two birds one stone by organizing other pieces whilst asking the broker. Perhaps it was too presumptuous for him to assume Badou even cared about his life, but they'd been through a bit and shared a few drinks around the Plant's birthday. Surely he'd at least come for the booze.

At least, to the killer, Badou was important enough to ask directly.

"Come on, Badou. I'm not interested in saving your ass right now." He was without his cross, uncaring of protecting himself in this place, he wasn't in the red district, he was on the pier.

[toa-masquerade]

So this is Pasithee's magic...

In a ballroom full of people, they look at no one in particular, a hand raised as if to touch the air itself. To their mind there is something different but familiar, like wading through water; to their senses, there is nothing. It feels like there should be.

Realizing someone has joined them, their fingers curl slightly as they turn their head. 

"Hello!" They extend a greeting and a smile. "Are you having fun?" There is warmth, almost, in the way they hold this- this nothing at all. And then a laugh. "This magic... Doesn't it almost feel like you can touch it?

[angelictragedy]

Not What is Expected ||@drunkelreporter||

Nai had gone into town alone to find things for his lover, secret gifts to surprise him, having reread his book on courting. Spontaneous gifts were a wonderful way to show your love you adore them and think of them regularly.

So, heading home with a backpack full of things and a few bags on one arm, he stops when a white form dramatically flops before him. He shifts, peering around the phone to see the shape breathing weakly. He slowly crouches, setting bags aside and pocketing his phone to inspect the creature, clearly dazed, looking up at him.

It was a small white bat, the nose shape and slightly sharpened fangs had him guessing vampire bat, the angled body clearly built for crawling around was however, not as defined. Interesting.

"You poor thing." His face softens, hands carefully cradling the tiny creature, tucking them close as feathers pried open a bottle of water and his hand took the filled cap to offer a drink.

He watched the little thing drink, relaxing in his kneeling position. They could drink, this was a good thing. However, the bushes hear him rustle, the little thing jerking up, clearly alert, though the tongue stuck out, revealing he wasn't in the best focus.

The bear nose is met with a calm tilt of the head. Even when it seemed to snarl, or perhaps it just looked unusually aggressive. Despite the massive size of the thing, the feathers remained only on his extended arm.

"Not for bears." It's a gentle scolding, one that showed he respected the animal but wouldn't let it have the bat.

The bat seemed to suddenly become animated, making sounds and the Plant simply watched, inspecting the creature who made a fuss, noting the flapping wings seemed to be begging for the bear. So, he stood, approaching the animal and holding out his hands, watching the bat scramble to splat squarely on the bear's head. It all seemed so silly, the Plant chuckling at the dramatics as the back tiredly turned to mimic the same frantic motions to him.

"Perhaps, for bears, it seems. Forgive my crude judgement." He bows his head, scrambling to catch the bat that threw itself to him, earning a warm, light laugh. "Alright, alright. Vampire bat, which means if I'm right you need blood. I have some at home for my friend should he visit me..." The smile wavers, a soft sadness there before he shakes it off.

"Come, your bear friend is welcome to join. I have plenty of honey and I am sure Legato's taught me enough about cooking to make something digestible." Or maybe there's some scraps of leftovers the bear will enjoy. "We have plenty of space at our home, against the forest where you can come and go as you please." feathers reclaim his bags as he looks to the bear, unafraid of it mauling him as he cradles the happy bat to his chest, carefully petting it's gaunt belly with worry.

"I'll tend to you and your friend." With this, he carefully continues home, acting as if the animals could understand him, his emotional support pup watching the bear, barking and wagging his tail.

"Gato, come. Let's not play with a hungry bear just yet." He chuckles as the pup scrambles to his side, the vest displaying it was a helper in training, falling back into the role of watching his owner and being careful to tend to the unseen needs.

[watfletcher]

{Text from Lily}: So you were right about rushing into getting married. Instead of saying I told you so could you buy me a drink instead?

[text] I can do that. And I'm sorry I was unkind to you then.

[text] I was jealous. And I think I was upset you never really mentioned him.

[text] Anyway, enough about him. Let's get you drunk.

@lilylynch

[fangsanddaggers]

Wasn't even swinging yet. That was the point, he was to hunt the bear before he could harm the youth. Not a kid, perhaps, but still young. Astarion was nearly three hundred, nineteen was a baby.

Still, he licks the blood from his hand lazily before marking a tree and finally wiping it off on the bear's fur when patting it. He listened carefully, relieved to note the poor thing was just asleep, a small blessing at least. He slips off, finally stepping into the sun again once he'd made himself entirely presentable at least, clearing his throat.

"Yes well, when this world strips you of your powers and weapons, you make do with what you have at your disposal. Claws, teeth, rocks, whatever you can." Granted, he himself had regained some of his powers by now, but even without them he'd have figured something out.

"And just to be clear, no, I didn't attack it because I thought you'd be useless against it, I attacked it for both a meal and because you shouldn't have to fight a bear when you're relaxing." He looks over at the thing, watching ribs slowly rise and fall. "Though, I'd suggest not being here for too many hours, she'll wake and be very mad." If dizzy, which is worse than a bear focused on the kill.

He focuses again on the human, bowing gingerly to him.

"Apologies for my crude comments earlier. Hunger does terrible things to my social capacity." He straightens again, moving back towards the city with a lazy wave. "Enjoy your training. And perhaps be aware that anything with a heightened sense of smell can track the smell of explosives on you from a mile away. Try a forest scented perfume perhaps from local ingredients to help mask it."

The woods are peaceful, for the most part. Peaceful and quiet, but for the sounds of his resumed training as he kicks and punches the logs he'd positioned in the clearing. However, now he knew for a fact there was a stealthy and irritable hunter around, and a good portion of his attention was on his surroundings as a result.

So he hears the crashing of a large body long before the bear comes barreling into his clearing, and he's already set his feet in a taijutsu stance when it rears to strike at him. It's just an animal after all, entirely normal and simply pissed off at him for some reason or another. It might even be a decent fight, for as long as it lasts.

But then it's attacked out of nowhere, yanked away, and then the hunter is practically climbing the damn thing to bite it. Which, while not the weirdest thing in the world, was not what he had been expecting from the fairly slight man. All he does is dance a couple of steps backward and tilt his head slightly, watching.

Definitely a dangerous predator, to be so easily able to take down a much larger creature with nothing more than his fangs. It's interesting that, despite the feral look and the face covered in blood, Deidara feels less of a threat from him now, not more.

"All good here, un. Wasn't even swinging yet before you climbed in, yeah," he says mildly, sweeping his hair behind his shoulder. "Not the method I'd have chosen, but pretty effective anyway, un."

The guy has nothing on watching Zetsu swallow a full-grown human whole, so he's not even disturbed. Pretty interesting how he'd managed to keep all the blood from even touching his clothes though.

[burstfoot]

[samstrifee]

i loathe real life men all day and then i log in here and look at pictures of the two somewhat offputtingly incestuous guys from supernatural and i am sane again..has anyone else tried this

[troythecatfish]

[fangsanddaggers]

Astarion wanted big ones. He had a plan for the day, energy zipping through his body like it hadn't since the moss. His eyes were alight, a fire reignited in them as he giggled at the kisses to his knuckles. Though he soon pouts as he's found out, chewing his lips as he fussed.

Before or after?

"After, darling. I don't want any distractions. Plus... It's not easy to simply talk about. Best sought out after a nice day." Lips curled as he twitched his wrist ever so subtly, mimicking a heartbeat best as his undead frame would allow. "It's nothing but good, my love. I promise." He pulls the human in closer, stealing a slow, passionate kiss from him, melting down at the touch as he's always want to do.

"Book us in as soon as possible. I'll go get cleaned up and ready." He eagerly kissed the warm cheek, pat his butt before skittering off. He slips into his special fridge in the room, snatching a blood bag on his way past.

It was his first meal in days and he was eagerly chugging it down as he padded for the bathroom humming. If he had a tail, it would be curling and sweeping behind him.

It hadn't been easy, getting Astarion even to this point where he was fussing instead of frantic and grief stricken and angry at himself. He didn't like to wander too far and getting him to eat had been a nightmare in of itself; thank goodness there was a butcher Roberto could buy blood from or he'd have to watch the vampire starve himself.

Wolfwood helped too. He seemed to know exactly what was wrong after a few minutes in Astarion's presence, and put up with the vampire's focus like a champ.

Roberto blinks at the sudden movement, huffing in amusement as his knuckles are kissed like he's some delicate lady.

"Three huh? Dunno if we even have any walls big enough for three tapestries to hang. I guess they might make small ones, it doesn't say what size they are or anything." Not that he has an objection to the idea; 'home' is different things when different people are involved. One for each of their separate homes and one for their developing home together, that sounded nice.

A turn of his wrist and he's the one kissing knuckles this time, dragging his beard over pale skin.

"Sure, sounds like a plan. Looks like we make appointments, since it'll be a thing that takes a bit. I'll go ahead and call them, see about setting it up." A small pause and he presses his thumb to Astarion's wrist, where his pulse should be but isn't. "I'm sensing a talk incoming. Before or after, hm?"

[episodes-without-incident]

6/18/2024:

6 episodes since Drawfee last referenced Cats (2019)

14 episodes since Drawfee last referenced Everytime We Touch (2005)

--

With that said, I went to look at Karina's recent Neopets tweets and this. definitely counts as something.

[tortellinigirl]

i think the adult relationship to the childhood dog is something that is so tender and heart-wrenching and important. you are the last vestige of my childhood. you are the sacred keeper of the memories i hold dearest, but you can barely see or hear me anymore. who do i become once you’re gone? where do i turn to remember myself? you’re the last one sitting next to me at the door of a childhood home that no longer exists, waiting patiently for the return of a family that no longer exists. where can i live when you, too, no longer exist? i can’t let go. please don’t make me let go. i know you’ll leave soon. i wish you didn’t have to. but she’s just a dog. her life is short and i will witness her death and i’ve known this from the beginning. i didn’t think it would come so fast. am i ready? have i become someone yet? have i become unrecognizable to her yet? does she still see the child i was? i’m still the child i was. please, don’t forget the child i was. please don’t take her away from me.

[monards]

can we talk for a minute abt the fact alicia's room has presumably been 46 degrees consistently and she. thought absolutely nothing of it. like she never though ANYTHING about it? the exorcist? whose thing is finding signs of ghosts? can we talk about this guys

[ofginjxints]

@ourcwnside because we are insatiable

It was the first time they had actually planned a trip, with the intentions of simple enjoyment. For so long whenever they met, even on purpose there was an air of duty or work for them to do. After the aversion of the end of the world, they could finally slow down, finally enjoy themselves.

They had rented a coastal property with a sea view for the week. Somewhere private and cosy where they could even escape the responsibility of a never-open bookshop. Aziraphale had done his research on restaurants he wanted to try whilst he was there and he walked proudly arm-in-arm with his demon down the seafront to the first one.

It was a lovely seafood restaurant, boasting the freshest from the sea and they were 'luckily' squeezed in for the evening by a simple wave of a hand.

"I believe my husband and I have a table booked. Under the name of Fell." Aziraphale smiled at the host, a happy smile on his face as he patted Crowley's arm when he said husband.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

Gantober #1 - Rest

(Ocarina of Time Adult Timeline, no particular tag or trigger)

Gantober Masterlist

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After a while —though what a while consisted of here evaded him entirely— Ganondorf found there was an ease to the chains binding him to nothingness.

At first he had trashed, howling curses that no one would ever hear. He had raged at the wounds cracking his face open. Raged at the puny things that denied him the fruits of a lifetime of seething work. Raged at the gods, the fabric of all worlds; raged at the Triforce, at Hyrule and its blessed winds... but not even he could hear the sounds that he made. The wild, pungent fur retracted into fragile skin. He shrunk; his inhumane features settling for the gauntness of an aging man.

Slowly, agonizingly, he allowed the silence to suffocate him.

He felt his consciousness fracture, evading him from all sides, spilling from the gashes in his flesh and off into the gloomy purples of this non-dimension. He could rest, he thought —almost pleadingly. He could allow his failure to define him. He could stop resisting the flow of time and fate, give up, let it all go. Find the place where he had always belonged: as passing history, a mark on the stone, and then nothing more than legend.

Rest.

And he would have. To his shame, he would have.

He would have, if not for the insistent golden light piercing the ghastly edges of the void. The shard, embedded deep within his bones. The proof, throbbing through his living corpse in a dull ache, denying him respite from the scorching thirst of his soul.

He would have, had he not won once already.

[b4ts1e]

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[bravewolfvesperia]

@valiantxunion | continued

At first the youngest of them hadn't even completely registered what he was seeing when he'd met his teen self. It was the bewildered reaction from his counterpart and a really brief, accidental spilling of a few words that put the pieces together. Confused as he was, Yuri had been about to head off on his own to look for a way back when, well, Yuri had stopped him and suggested staying together for now.

Part of it was that yeah, the two of them were completely lost and unsure why people - at the very least the older adults - were staring absolute holes into them. The other part of it was just Yuri's instincts kicking in and taking hold of the child's wrist before he marched right off and got into some kind of trouble. As much as he insisted he was fine on his own, his older self had doubts about that, and the odd setup they were in didn't help.

Despite going around with a child he could easily just refer to as his brother in the meantime, people seemed oddly concerned and befuddled at seeing them together. Eventually the elder of the two decided it was time to start asking questions, confronting a few of the adults who seemed younger and less confused, albeit seeming to try to figure out why something felt off looking at the two of them.

After a few attempts, someone finally told them to hold on for a bit while they went to get someone. Turned out it was Hanks they went to get, which was a mixture of relieving and just as confusing as everything else. Why did they need to get Hanks of all people? In this moment at least, the older Yuri was entirely positive neither of them had kicked up a fuss over anything or gotten into anything chaotic.

Just like the others though, Hanks was taken aback when he saw them and for a good few long seconds, totally lost for words. He had even reached for a hand on each of them to confirm they were physically present, leaving the two of them feeling even more lost when it took the man a bit longer than expected to let go. After near stifling confusion, Hanks explained he knew someone who looked just like them and that that person lived here.

Lived here? Both Yuris looked at each other. But... they lived here. They had never seen each other, let alone this third guy. Of the two, the teen already knew what he was dealing with with his younger self, but the kid had no idea what to expect looking at himself at around double his age. The only reason he was even able to figure that out was because his teen self had blurted it out in an attempt to make sense of the situation to himself.

With all the weird looks they'd been getting though, when Hanks suggested bringing them somewhere else so they could work this out, they had both agreed. It was just too eerie for them being watched like that. The Lower Quarter never looked at people like that, much less their own people. To say the least, it was... uncomfortable.

On their way to the inn, the younger self began wiggling his hand from the hold of the teen's, almost squirmy. "I don't need you holding my hand, you know." It wasn't a question; just a plain statement. He was right though, and it wasn't like the older of the two expected him to just run off. He was hard to control for sure, if only because the teen knew that firsthand, but he wouldn't just scram the second he found an opening for no particular reason.

"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha." He didn't tell his smaller self, but it was just that same instinct kicking back in. Even if this was a little him, he was still a child and Yuri's first reaction to dealing with a confused lost child was to take care of them until help was found. And, it may have been Yuri himself, and he may have hidden it entirely too well for a seven year old, but he was definitely freaked out at the position he'd found himself in.

When Hanks went to get the apparent lookalike, neither of them had spoken to each other. They were too busy trying to come to terms with understanding their surroundings. It wasn't until the third of them arrived that their bafflement returned immediately. In the teen's case, it was pretty obvious what Hanks was referring to, and it really didn't help that this man dressed too similarly to him. In the youngest's case, he could see the resemblance between the two elders and he already knew who the teen was to him.

The now newly eldest of them seemed intent on keeping them all together, with the youngest being reluctant to have to follow them around like, literally, a lost child. The now middle child couldn't help the absolute pout that exposed itself with the way his elder self expressed preferring to do other things with his time instead of hanging out with him.

The youngest sighed, still somewhat unaware of the problem. Sure, they were... each other, but if they could get that around and tell people not to worry about it while they worked on figuring something out, surely it wouldn't be a problem? "I still don't really get it... but I guess it makes sense we can't leave you unattended if you couldn't be trusted to just come here on your own and old man Hanks had to lead you here. You must get into trouble a whole lot if you couldn't even be trusted with something that simple."

Ouch. The teen among them winced. "Like you're any better..."

"And actually!" Well, the kid found his voice again. "Why would I be Tiny Yuri, anyway? Why can't you be Biggest Yuri or something? Why do you get to keep our name? What, because you're the oldest?"

At that point the teen's mind had already drifted as he shut the complaining out. "I'm... going to be in so much trouble when I don't show up back home tonight..." At first he'd be in trouble, and then everyone would start to panic if he was missing for too long. Was he missing? Was he technically there still? Maybe they could find something out later in the Public Quarter...