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𝙸'𝙼 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙽 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙲𝙰𝚁 ⸻ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺, 𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙿 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁

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#     C0URS     ⸻     [   /kuʁ/   noun.     a course,   a race,   or a flow;      the momentum that carries one forward.   ]     ;     a multi-muse writing blog dependent on @𝙵𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙷𝚀 and penned by alicia.     please do not interact if you are not a part of the same group!

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𝐴𝑁 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑂𝑆𝑃𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐼𝑁;     the roar of horsepower cutting through the thick night air,   raw ambition sparking against the grind of precision,   the quiet satisfaction of breathing life into metal,   speed is salvation and failure clings like oil to skin,   the scent of oil and burnt rubber hanging heavy in the air,   poses struck like clockwork,   the gleam of a camera flash slicing through the dark,   beauty turned into currency,   the steady rhythm of wrenches and precision,   sweat pooling in the hollow of a collarbone under shop lights,   the buzz of fame that corrodes as much as it exalts,   a city that devours hesitation,   the art of commanding attention in a room full of noise, perfection plotted like a chess match.

#     edgar “eddie” dunn     ⸻     twenty8,   rodani prowlers’ racer;  ↳   aka.   𝙲𝚁𝚄𝚇     ﹕     introduction,   pinterest,   spotify.

#     ‘nia’ arinya yontararak     ⸻     thirty,   nariza bois’ import models;  ↳   aka.   𝚁𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙽     ﹕     introduction,   pinterest,   spotify.

[vanityrift]

                             on   -   lookers    may    mistake    her    expression    for    annoyance,    but    nia    should    see    the    amusement    that    shines    through.    ❝    oh    my    god,    the    drama.    you    sure    you    meant    to    be    a    model    &    not    an    actress    ?    ❞    she    pushes    the    box    of    takeout    over,    ❝    if    you    wanted    me    to    share,    ask.    ❞

[c0urs]

               blinks.     slow.     deliberate.     lets the silence stretch—like the moment demands a cinematic pause just to process the audacity.     then,   finally—“wow.     ask?     babe,   be so serious right now.”     leans in,   gaze locked,   plucks a bite without hesitation,   pops it into her mouth.     “because if i had food,   and you were sitting here,   suffering in tragic,   stomach-empty silence,   do you really think i’d make you ask?”     a beat.     blank stare.     then—“nuh-uh.     i’d just be a decent human being and share.”     chews.     swallows.     flicks her wrist like a queen granting mercy.     “but since you finally decided to do the bare minimum,   i guess i’ll forgive you.”     a casual shrug,   like it’s still up for debate.     but voice drops,   drops into something mock-thoughtful—“but here’s a crazy idea for the futurr:     i don’t know—you just…     think of me.     unprompted.     like a good bestie would.     maybe then i wouldn’t be so dramatic.     or,   you know,   you’d just know i’m dramatic and plan accordingly.”

[cruisecontrl]

it is never the right time to fuck with him, but even less so now, especially bringing up his car. "funny," the word is said almost like a murmur, his voice low and deep; there's nothing funny about this at all, "— i'm thinking the same thing looking at you now." it's not the time, it's not the night. hopefully, edgar catches the hint.

[c0urs]

               the shift,   the tension—it’s predictable.     elias’ nariza to his core,   and edgar is nothing if not a strategist.     he’s seen this exact moment play out before—ran through every possible scenario a hundred times since the day elias left.     and funny how,   even now,   it’s going exactly as expected.     the flicker of irritation,   the way words land like warning—same rhythm,   same outcome.     (and what,   he’s supposed to be scared?   supposed to back off?   as if).     lips twitch at that—just barely.     because warnings don’t mean shit.     neither do fists—especially the ones nariza likes to throw around so much.

               (and elias could swing—right then and there—knock his jaw sideways,   split his lip clean open.

               and edgar would grin.     would spit blood onto the pavement,   sure.     drag the back of his hand across his mouth,   red smearing white teeth.     would still be standing.

               he’d fucking grin right through it all.

               because that’s the thing:     edgar doesn’t get hurt.     doesn’t flinch.     doesn’t get heartbroken.    doesn’t give anyone the satisfaction,   least of all elias fucking kolarov—or whatever hollowed-out excuse of what used to be family is standing in front of him now.     but funny enough,   running it a hundred times in the head doesn’t make it land any softer).

               “right,   ‘cause i’m sure you were this close to making a move,   huh?     shame.     would’ve loved to see you try.”

[thr0ttle]

you  wouldn’t  start  a  fight  somewhere  so  public,  is  on  the  tip  of  jaeha’s  tongue,  but  the  truth  is  she  doesn’t  know  what  eddie  would  or  would  not  do.  not  anymore.  he  steps  aside,  arms  raised  in  surrender.  “be  my  guest.”  their  eyes  meet,  and  this  is  anything  but  a  white  flag.  “i  was  never  planning  on  getting  in  your  way.”

[c0urs]

                              just—keep hating him.     keep resenting him.     keep the grudge burning hot enough that it doesn’t have time to cool into something worse—something softer.

                              longing.     understanding.     regretting.     grieving.     hoping.

                              you don’t want to feel those.     the ones that make you weak.     the ones that break you down,   pull you under,   leave you raw and exposed.     the ones you didn’t even believe existed in the first place.

                              because that’s the thing,   isn’t it?     you never thought you’d be the kind of person to feel.     not like this.     not in ways that matter.     you thought you were built different—you thought nothing could reach you.     nothing could get under your skin.

                              but jaeha did.     and that’s the fucking problem.

                              because now—now you’re stuck fighting off the things you swore you’d never feel.

                              longing.     means wanting it back.     wanting the ease,   the friendship,   the way they never needed explaining—just looked at you and got it.

                              understanding.     means seeing her side.     means acknowledging that maybe—just maybe—she didn’t do it to hurt you.     that she simply chose herself.

                              regretting.     means knowing you played a part in this.     that you slammed the door before they even had a chance to explain.     that maybe—just maybe—you should’ve fought harder to keep them.

                              grieving.     means accepting that it’s gone.     that the passenger seat will always feel empty—even when someone else is sitting next to you.     that all they could ever be is a stranger whose laugh you’d recognize anywhere.

                              hoping.     means you still want something.     means there’s still some desperate,   pathetic part of you that wants him to fix it.     to say he was wrong.     to say he never meant to leave you.     to come back.

                              and that—that’s the worst of them all.

                              so you’re left with hate.     you’re left with resentment.     you’re left with the grudge that never goes away.     because as long as you have that,   as long as you hold onto that heat burning under your ribs,   it means they’re still here.     it means they’re not gone yet.

                              and you can live with that.

               hate’s the only thing left keeping jaeha close.     edgar knows it.     leans into it.     lets it do what it does best—fuel.     if hate’s all they’ve got?     then fine.     he’ll keep it burning.     will move.     not around jaeha—right through him.     didn’t need to,   could’ve grabbed the coffee without so much as a brush,   but edgar angles his shoulder just right,   with just enough force to make sure they feel it.     grip on the coffee tightens too,   knuckles pressing in,   denting the cardboard just slightly.     annoyed,   displeased.     wasn’t anything jaeha said.     wasn’t the way she held herself,   wasn’t her movements.     it was the eyes.     “—then maybe you should’ve thought about that three years ago.”

[vanityrift]

                             ❝    wasn't    even    around,    dipshit.    ❞    it's    called    over    her    shoulder,    attention    more    focused    on    fishing    her    keys    from    her    bag.    ❝    they    didn't    wanna    fuck    with    art,    huh    ?    gotta    give    ‘em    credit    where    it’s    due.    ❞

[c0urs]

               a humorless huff of breath pushes past lips—barely a scoff,   barely even that.     head tilts,   slow,   measured;     watching the way she keeps her attention on her bag,   on her keys,   on anything but him.     figures.     nariza never have the fucking gut for it,   do they?     do the damage,   leave,   act like you don’t know a damn thing when it’s time to face it.     no backbone,   no shame—just a mess left for someone else to deal with.     “ohhhhh,   right,”     drawls out,   slow,   dry.     “guy goes from keying up plum’s whole damn car to busting out cutthroat’s taillights…     and then,   what?     gets to your side of the lot and has a sudden change of heart?”     lets that sit.     lets it stretch.     like he’s actually considering the possibility that the same guy who went to town on prowler cars just happened to go easy when he got to nariza’s.     (he’s not blind—just biased.     in his mind,   prowlers took the real loss here).     “unless that was the whole fucking point.     a window shattered here,   a cracked taillight there.     all just glass—easy fucking fix compared to repainting an entire car.   but still,   kinda makes it look even,   right?     keeps it from looking too obvious.”

[c0urs]

closed starter for @jinxshq,   malai jaiwong.      ↪     um …     some neutral spot bc dont want nariza bois jumping him or prowlers ganging up on her 🤝

               “tell me,   jinx—you ever stop to think,   or was this another ‘fuck it,   live fast,   die dumb’ kinda shit?”

[c0urs]

closed starter for @anelectrichigh,   victoria jang.      ↪     lets play a game—its called will this food ruin ur night??? and ngl the odds at this diner r trash 💀

               “you’ve been flipping through that menu for ten minutes.     it’s a diner,   scarlet.     three food groups—greasy,   greasier,   and coffee.”

[c0urs]

closed starter for @anelectrichigh,   elyazi kolarov.      ↪     eddies vc:     hellcat still in one piece after the bay parking garage shitshow?     bet.     check again 20 min after we done here        

               “hellcat’s still intact?     damn.     figured someone would’ve done us all a favor and put that thing outta its misery by now.”

[c0urs]

closed starter for @disrming,   hyunwoo hwang.      ↪     @ board galore

               “if i text you ‘come get me,’   you don’t ask questions.     you don’t stall.     you just show up.     that’s the deal.”

[c0urs]

closed starter for @vanityrift,   eleanor maddox.      ↪     @ bay parking garage        

               “real fuckin’ convenient how your car’s still intact—but sure,   let’s call it luck.     hell of a coincidence,   huh?”

[c0urs]

closed starter for @anelectrichigh,   santiago garcía.      ↪     @ nariza auto

               “rusty,   i say this with love—your taste in music is actual,   verifiable garbage.”

[c0urs]

closed starter for @thr0ttle,   nathania taviani-hardja.      ↪     eddie,   watchin from the sidelines at bay parking garage:     damn,   thats crazy,   anyway—

               “not saying i told you so,   but i did say,   ‘this is a bad idea’ at least three times before we even got here.     so—yeah.”

[c0urs]

closed starter for @vanityrift,   eleanor maddox.      ↪     @ aventura mall

               “no,   i’m not mad.     i just think it’s interesting how you ordered food for yourself and didn’t think,   ‘hmm,     maybe my best friend who is also alive and eats food might want something.’”

[c0urs]

closed starter for @mvmentum,   eunseo kim.      ↪     fr …     erics nokias got more miles than some cars at rodani wheel     

               “you left that fuckin’ fossil at the garage.     again.     almost lobbed it into traffic—thought i’d put it outta its misery—but didn’t feel like explaining that to you.     seriously,   man,   the iphone drops in july.     i can only defend you and that brick for so long.”

[maidavika]

she’s icy 🧊

[c0urs]

closed starter for @thr0ttle,   jaeha woo.      ↪     not a single store in aventura mall sells closure :(

               “you’re standing in front of the coffee i was about to grab.     either move,   or i’m knocking you into the fuckin’ shelves.”

[xiaolanhua]

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