#verse tbd.

[batstalked]

@therebetterbepie

being in a bar on Valentine's day was a little too cliche for Tim, yet there he was with the rest of the lonely bastards. and California seemed to be full of them. seating himself at the bar was the worst idea, it seemed to make him a target for the already incredibly intoxicated crowd. to the point that Tim had started to pretend that he was deaf and thankful he was proficient in ASL at this point in his life. it got more than enough people to leave him alone so that he could drink in peace.

that is until someone else slides up to the empty space beside him. risking a glance to the side, Tim regrets it instantly when he finds the prettiest green eyes staring back at him. god fucking damnit. suddenly the ASL trick didn't seem like something that he wanted to do if this guy started talking to him. but maybe that was the liquor talking now.

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ i told you already, ❞ he says, taking a few test shots, ❝ you're fine. no one is going to see these but me, anyway. you're worrying way too much. ❞ nathan is oddly comfortable, but that must mean it's because he's in his element. he's relying a lot on natural lighting today, the clouds parting perfectly for just enough drab and just enough fab. you're leaning too much, he seems to say, gesturing to stand straighter. there we go. perfect. ❝ see? you're fine. hey, tilt your head a bit for me, huh? ❞ — open ( nathan p. )

[pomniegranate]

"A'right, you can breathe now. The danger's passed." Having dragged the other into a nook within the rocks, their small shelter shielded them from the sight of a tigrex, who prowled this stretch of its territory after having sensed intruders. Her monsties should be here to collect them soon. Until then, they'd just have to wait out in here.

This world was something else; large, constantly moving and unknown. Compared to things she's experienced before, Pomni was completely out of her element here. The wrong move, the wrong step and readily would these creatures notice her presence. It was the last thing she wanted, while trying to transverse the terrain. But the jester grew ever curious regarding something she saw, that she neglected her steps causing a branch to snap; the typical movie cliche when trying to remain quiet.

The creature moved and before the woman could react, a hand brazenly met on her mouth and she was forcibly tugged away into the crevices of rocks, just out of sight of the larger monster before it truly caught the sense and smell of their whereabouts. Her heart hammered relentlessly against her chest.

Words met her ears and she was quick to inhale the much needed air, holding her breath longer than she had realized. And once she felt more on solid footing, her pinwheels met at the other; Pomni wasn't sure how to exactly feel in the sea of emotions that raged. But she did know where to start her questioning.

⸺ ❝ W-where am I?? What was that thing? Who are you??? ❞ Her mouth shot off bullets from a loaded chamber in quick successions; frankly overwhelmed by the events thus far. This is also when she tried creating a tad more distance between them as well, her arms flailing lightly to showcase the mild panic in her tone.

[petitsdieu]

@muckcourt ༊ ‧₊˚

❛ What are you doing? ❜

[micahsawyer]

@malka-lisitsa, continued from here.

micah regards her with an equal blend of curiosity and fear in his gaze. strength like that isn't normal or human, but micah can't bring himself to ask the obvious question plaguing his mind. instead… "your cover could be better," micah remarks with a raised eyebrow. sometimes he fails to catch on to sarcasm, however much it was intended. should he be asking her not to kill him or would it be better to hope he doesn't piss her off in some way? he's really good at that — pissing people off. that'd sure be an interesting fucking game. "what'd he do to piss you off?" just so he knows.

[careol]

@centurieslater said: clementine: ❝ stay out of my way. ❞

               ❝   tough   words   for   a   child.   ❞      so   maybe   the   hostility   wasn’t   needed,   but   when   met   with   an   attitude?      carol   is   going   to   give   one   back.      she’d   be   damned   if   she   rolled   over   and   let   a   kid   walk   all   over   her.      ❝   you   think   you   can   do   this   shit   on   your   own?      take   out   all   of   those   walkers   and   come   back   in   one   piece   with   the   stuff?      go   for   it,   i’ll   wait.   ❞      it   would   not   be   possible   for   one   person   to   kill   all   of   those   walkers   unless   they   had   an   explosive   device,   as   in   a   rocket   launcher   or   a   conveniently   placed   gas   tank,   which   they   do   not   have   here.      ❝   and   when   you   get   stuck   trying   not   to   get   torn   apart,   i’ll   be   here   to   say   i   told   you   so.   ❞

[bloodebayou]

“ coffee, you must have coffee. ”

AND OTHER STORIES.

"Uck." Lourdes couldn't refrain from voicing his disgust, even if he wanted to. "I've never liked coffee. The smell alone is enough to upset the gag reflex." His hand, sheathed in a black glove ornamented in dangling translucent black crystal beads that softly clatter against each other when he moves, hovers inches away from his face in a defensive position, guarding his nose and mouth.

"It stains the teeth, and have you ever attempted to kiss a coffee drinker? Eugh, I'm afraid I'll fall ill if I continue the discussion any further. It's a foul habit. You ought to rid yourself of it swiftly."

[citizenstarlight]

★ ╼ &. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | accepting

"for being someone you hate, I'm sure on your mind a lot'." - @homelander-rp-blog

                 It was difficult not to think of Homelander. In so many ways he loomed over Annie like a prolific mythical figure. Despite having the whims of a self-indulgent mortal man. The fact that she still stood there was merely by his will alone. His myriads of abilities made it dealers’ choice of how he could dispose of her.  Sometimes she wondered why he just didn’t. It left a palatable thickness in the room when they were alone together. 

       A faux smile grew upon Annie’s pink lips. “I didn’t realize mind reading was on your list of abilities.” Arms crossed as she shortened the distance between them. Blonde head held high as she mustered all her courage. “What do you want?” Curiosity got the best of her, as there must be a reason for his appearance at this hour. 

[pjtraveller]

"Okay, first of all..."

open to anyone!

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ i won't stop asking until you say yes. look, i'm not like those idiot reporters you see on TV or read online that don't know what the fuck they're talking about. i know there's more to this. i have copies of the police reports. i know you saw something up there, i know you tried to tell the police, and i know they didn't believe you. but me? i believe you ... or i could — if you would talk to me. i'll tell your story ... your way. so, all i'm asking for is one interview. what can it hurt, right? ❞

[pomniegranate]

⸺ ❝ Oh, that's .. actually kind of cool. They smell good - but uh, I'm not really good at baking myself. Or cooking, for that matter. I don't know what it is but any time I try, it ... doesn't go well. ❞ She replies a bit haphazardly for her tastes but her sentiments still rang genuine. If she had the green thumb for the art of cooking, who knows the things she'd be able to create. For now, she can at least appreciate someone else who hones the craft.

NO PLOT STARTER CALL. @bigspinachpuff.

[petitsdieu]

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 ‘𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆’ 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆.

The vespertine's lunar wax sets any space not shaded by trees aglow. Even the tops of them are not immune. ⸺ The plunge pool where she floats the middle. The ledge rock homing all her things — a spine-cracked book, half her dressings, the wild strawberries she picked an hour before sundown, an auld lyre. The natural splotch clearings of grass so plush it feels like carpet on the naked sole — she would know.

She's a working on recursive history. Like a cowpath on bournonville's repetition. The same, the same with expecting the same results. So what do you call a change in the chain to someone wine-faced of her imperturbable state?

Certainly not madness. She knows the coruscate figure is a man and she knows he's real. In all those cooltones he sticks out from.

The song sticky in her head dims out to a stop but her somnolence swimming doesn't go with it. One venust eye on him. She pushes sapid waterfall water out of her mouth to make room for words of her own. Her sound slots easy in the eau lapping and the Full-throated nightingales.

❛ We've had the same idea. ❜ After-all, the water is not hers. It only feels like that. So it hardly seems fair to be mad when someone else has come to enjoy it.

𝑓𝑡. @prescitia

[vandrs]

pale blue eyes observe from a distance, following each movement of feet and punch thrown. he remains in the crack in the doorway, amusement illuminating his eyes before he makes himself known, calling out, “ what're practicing for, your next brawl ? ”

vander pushes the door the rest of the way open, choosing to interrupt this practice, r e g a r d l e s s of what it's for. he raises his own fists, modeling the right stance as he adds, “ you're dropping your fists. keep 'em up. it'll give you a better starting point. and you can BLOCK a punch a hell've a lot better. ”

gntlets liked for a starter.

[lordvile]

@rosawept : 🎁 + spotify wrapped meme 🎁 : my kind of woman by mac demarco

❝ you're making me crazy — really driving me mad. ❞

[okeancs]

15 for Nico di Angelo     |     @lightcreators

                             #𝟏𝟓 𝐖𝐇𝐘 - 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐈𝐊𝐄

            〝     You     can't     get     no     SLEEP     at     night.     Do     you     ever     wonder     why     everyone     is     out     to     GET     YOU     every     day?    〞     

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ this place is torched. ash and dust. nothing worth coming back to now. ❞

besides, he got the footage, right? all i had to do was hit record. pretty simple stuff for me. for her? not so much. but they made it out, and that's what matters, right? right?

❝ seems like your friends called in for backup. good for them. or ... was. doesn't matter now. but you and me, @cataschism? time to split, girlfriend. it's fucking cold up here. ❞