#v: tba;;

[notimminent]

@luposcainus helped, ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜

Some points in life, there are moments when you wonder how you've gotten this far in life when you can barely keep the essentials near you. The idiom dealing with losing ones head if it weren't attached really speaks volumes in moments of pure focus. The need to get from point A to point C blackened her vision of anything else, even of the fact that she might lose the very item that was taking her to her final destination. Emma had gotten all the way to her father's store, unlocked the front door, before reaching in her bag to grab out the book she had... borrowed a couple weeks ago that she had realized she needed to return. Her conscience (and her father) were weighing down on her about not taking merchandise.

Turning towards the voice that broke the anxious silence of her digging through her bag multiple times, trying to will the book back into her bag by sheer force. Apparently, it worked. She saw the book enter her vision, a hand attached to it. Looking up at the person, she went on impulse. Arms outstretched to give them a hug before realizing... this is a stranger and she didn't ask if they were comfortable with hugs. The younger Emma wouldn't even think of this. Character development.

"Thank you so much -- I didn't exactly... pay for this and I would've felt it on my conscience if I didn't return it. I honestly need to get a new backpack with how loose the pockets and snap closures don't stay closed, but I just can't get myself to replace it. If I did, though, this wouldn't keep happening. "

[figurecollection]

Teto Kasane Nendoroid by Good Smile Company, of Synthesizer V

[notimminent]

❛ honestly? experiencing and existing in the human experience is . . . difficult. people tout the message to be yourself, yet when differences shine so does bias. fear of what is not understood. ❜ the brunette let her shoulders slouch as her elbows rested against her knees, a deep sigh escaped her lips before a hand reached up to press the rubber nubs of her cannula further into her nostrils, a nasty tell of hers that something was causing her stress. ❛ i got friend ghosted. i'm reaching out to people -- a person -- and the messages . . . i keep reading them over and over, wondering what went wrong. like, we matched each other's weird. it's just -- i'm told i'm too american to fit in here. i was born in manchester; usually that is the butt of the jokes here yet that just gets glossed over. i just feel like i'm back in high school all over again, ❜

her voice trailed off as she realized she was trauma dumping to her friend, complaining about a boy in white pine bay and his family that have practically seemed to wipe her from their lives since she had to move overseas to be closer to her father's family. she was harping on people who she gave so much of her life and time to them, the energy was never balanced. it just sucks that she can't try to trick herself into thinking she was reading into her suspicions of that fact by being in their presence, forcing herself into their narratives.

❛ hashtag girly things, i guess. sorry, maybe i am too american: no boundaries and complaining at any given moment. just slap a bald eagle on my face and dye my poo red, white, and blue. ❜ her lips turned inwards as her gaze moved from her hands to ruby next to her, letting her shoulder tap against the blonde's, ❛ thanks . . . for listening, ❜ she wiped at her eyes before shaking her head and letting out a forced laugh, ❛ please let this stop being about me -- what have you been up to? how's carla and cherry? ❜

@notimminent / starter call.

❛ can i ask... what happened? ❜

[cybernetic-programming]

im just glad to get these three on a canvas.

rambling about these guys below, but it will contain spoilers for To Begin Anew.

from left to right (and youngest to oldest), we have:

vin - n / uzi / v. they/he. definitely takes more after their disassembly parents in personality. confident and playful, yet capable of being vicious if it comes down to it.

andrei - doll / lizzy. he/him. quiet, attentive. he's good at finding out secrets when no one thinks that he knows them. doesn't speak unless you actually know him. his name is a callback to yeva being russian eve, his is russian andrew.

vienna - v / j. she/her. lived most of her early years with j, but ends up brought into the nuziv household after a while. her personality is similar to j's, but not as strict or stuck-up. she's well capable of having fun and finds her place in her family with her little sibling and adoptive cousin.

vienna is almost six years older than vin, and andrei is a few months older than vin. andrei ends up the smallest of them though. :P

[wayfaringstrangxr]

Starter for @mxchineherald

His mind was an abstract painting of images, memories and thoughts. His hands were more calloused and arms were stronger, indicating constant manual labor, to which he wasn't used. Or... didn't used to be.

"We finish this together." His own voice echoed in his mind.

He had to find Viktor. He had a good guess that he'd be at the lab, but the first attempt to approach the building was frustrated by an enforcer. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood and won't arrest you, so away with you, filth."

Jayce had to sneak through the maintenance tunnels and once inside the lab, a smile grew on his lips. It has the same smell from when they started working on their dream, a scent of new equipments, fresh ink on paper, new ideas. Jayce allowed himself to be distracted by those memories and was startled once the door was opened. He couldn't help but take a step back as his eyes met Viktor's.

He stood very little change against him on their last meeting, and he had his hammer, now he had nothing.

"I knew I'd find you here." His voice sounds calm, despite his instincts telling him to run. He was sent here for a reason, what if this time they weren't mean to kill each other?

[delxsive]

@graveyard-ripper

it is no longer uncommon for the princess to venture into the kitchen, especially in the late hours of the night. though the hushed voices should set off warning signs in the geniuses overactive subconscious, the docile, familiar tone ( from one of the few people she trusts ) ensures her safety. a habit that has become like clockwork, the royal rounds the foot of the staircase into the warm, surprisingly empty kitchen to be met with an unfamiliar ( yet familiar ) face, mimicking the features of the woman opposite the table.

❝ mary anne. ❞ the royal greets, chestnut brown hair falling in subtle waves over her shoulders, scattered with the remnants of a few small braids. the princess does not wear her nightclothes, as she no longer bothers to feign a guise of sleep. instead, an austere, slightly off-white garment hugs her silhouette until it reaches the floor. those warm, doe eyes are wider than usual, stunned by the absolute beauty of the rugged woman that captures her gaze. it is rude to stare, the princess can hear her mother in the back of her mind, though she can not bring herself to look away. ❝ you. . . have a visitor. i apologize for my intrusion. ❞ ivory grimes knows each person permitted within her castle by name, and this is not one of them.

[notimminent]

Well, being accused of bullying was not on Emma’s bingo card for the day — actually, she was pretty sure that she never would’ve ever thought of herself as someone who would be outwardly perceived as having a malicious bone in her body. It’s not that she didn’t, because negativity and negative emotions make someone human. To feel is to ere on humanity, after all. Being constantly outwardly happy is not only a front but it is exhausting. She should know. One thing is for sure, though, that people who are considered outsiders are often the first to be blamed for any situations in their general vicinity because of course the outcast did it because they have no friends and just want attention.

Well, this wasn’t really a regular situation. Despite Kate being quite popular before, she had turned into quite the pariah herself since returning and the whole court thing. Well, not just that… all of it. If people aren’t pitying and heroizing you, they’re looking for anything to call you out on and say that you are simply trying to garner something. Something else she knew about very well.

”It’s okay,” Emma spoke quickly, walking up to the blonde and taking the crumpled paper out of her hands before pulling out a pair of sewing sheers that she kept in her bag with other assorted baubles that might be useful for any occurrence, “the world falls apart, volcanoes erupt and tectonic plates shift, but from the chaos can come new life. Islands are formed, people learn from what happens to them. You just need to sometimes turn the world burning into your own firepit for s’mores.”

As she spoke, her sheers were hard at work making snips here and there, unfolding the paper enough to fold it in ornate patterns, turning it into an origami cup. “From disaster, art can be created. Poe, for example, turned many life experiences into inspiration for his works. If he succumbed to the disaster and didn’t turn negativity into something else, we wouldn’t have half of the assignments in literature class.”

@notimminent asked : you seriously think i could’ve done something like that ?

Kate let out a sigh. "No." She shook her head. "I'm sorry." She told the girl as she crumpled up the piece of paper that she'd found on her windshield that said "LIAR" in big red letters.

"I'm sorry, I'm just...I don't know. I think I just feel like the world is against me right now."

[vuulpecula]

✖ @tapalslegacy starter.

"Filth," the cloaked man spat. Leaving flecks of blood on the white of the Grand Inquisitor's uniform. This was his town, everyone within it, they belonged to him. "You are nothing but the Empire's dog," he growled, their sabers meeting again in an earth-shattering blow. "They should have culled you with all the others." He sprang backward, putting distance between him and his formidable opponent.

Movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and he turned his scarred face slowly in the direction of it. Watching as the Grand Inquisitor's companion helped usher people inside. A mother and a child. The fool haded them her blaster and he grinned. The wind whipped at her hair, pulling the strands in the same way he pulled on the Force. Using it to aid him as he sprang away in the direction of Fox. He might not be able to neutralize his attacker, but he could at least take a life from him. He had tried at the beginning, going for the weaker of the two, but the Grand Inquisitor had met him swiftly blade for blade and his focus had shifted.

Fox, doing her best to keep the innocent town's people from ending up in the crossfire, paused to gather her breath. They should have all been safe now, safe from the Jedi who had held them captive, had controlled them--and she had thought the Empire was bad. She had faith that Cal could handle himself, that he would be able to disbatch their target quickly--it was why her focus was elsewhere.

Turning at the buzz of a saber, she reacted on instinct, ducking and rolling as the Jedi swung his saber in a move that was surely meant to take her head. She scrambled up, grabbing for a secondary gun at her ankle, trying to get closer to the protection the Grand Inquisitor could offer. There was a pull at her ankle, a sensation like a hand wrapping around the bone, forcefully pulling until she was falling, mouth full of dirt. Then the dragging as their target began to howl.

"Cal!" She never called him by his name, although she knew it. This was perhaps the first--and the last-- time it would ever surface on her lips.

[orchestrahearts]

🎄 | starter for @thisshadeofred – Elphaba

“Are you sure I can’t open just one present tonight?” Linda asked, looking hopefully at her aunt Elphaba. It was Lurlinemas Eve and her mother had to appear at yet another event. She’d been told before Glinda left that she was not to open any of her presents, but a girl could hope.

[notimminent]

@killersnatch queried, "this is creepy, right?"

"Creepy feels too much of a... fluffy word to describe this situation. Teenagers call creaks in their old houses when they're home alone creepy when the word they mean is unsettling." Spit got caught in her throat as her eyes were trained ahead of the two, needing force to swallow. Every nerve in her body was heightened, the hairs on her arms were standing on edge, and her eyes darted around them in a heightened fervor. "This--what we're dealing with--is straight up spine-chilling."

[notimminent]

"Yeah, though the spelling is different. Steak referring to meat, it's a sharper knife. Probably would be similar to the sharpness of your fangs but that's just a theory from not having felt them. Another difference being that your fangs don't need to be sharpened while knives do. Your stakes are like wooden stakes so it's not a worry." Emma's lips scrunched up and moved to the right side of her cheek in thought, "Death is a funny thing. Being stabbed, or staked in your case, would cause instant death but from what I've seen in shows, the vampires turn to dust upon being staked. Humans are much harder to get rid of. You need more tools to dismember the body if you wanted to do it correctly. Either way, not fun for either party being killed, but an interesting thought."

"Steak knife?" The way he was imagining this. This sounded dangerous even for himself (and rather painful too). "Ouch. I'm never getting close to one of those then. I don't want to accidentally stake myself with one."

[storybounded]

The first snow of the season! Delicate snowflakes cascaded slowly to the browned grass below, overlooking a fawn who pranced and laughed with childlike glee.

Bambi trotted to a stop when a thought crossed his mind. Tilting his neck upwards, he stuck out his tongue, trying his very best to catch a one.

[tempusetveritas]

"For the record? I do not condone giving them weapons."

starter for @tlmeagents

[oktaviaslabyrinth]

Khenarthi's Roost // The Elder Scrolls V: Beyond Skyrim - Elsweyr (TBA)

[notimminent]

She couldn't help but grin at his own smile -- it was rather infectious. "Well, mi casa es su casa. While it might not always be the cleanest, it has your name written on it. With love."

@notimminent​​ asked : “You’re welcome here. It’s a standing invitation.”

   Vladimir smiled. “That’s sweet, I really appreciate that, Emma.” He told her. “It means a lot. I’ve never really had a place to just go. So having somewhere I’m welcome. That’s really nice.” 

[cybernetic-programming]

she'd have this mug.