TVSTRANGERTHINGS
wallacepolsom
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Kiana Khansmith
pixel skylines
Stranger Things
occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever
sheepfilms
Xuebing Du
Product Placement
No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON
Show & Tell
roma★
hello vonnie
tannertan36
seen from Portugal
seen from South Africa
seen from France
seen from Portugal
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Malaysia
@deadxheads-blog
Headcanon: Since Kiryu is 48 and has spent nearly a quarter of his life in prison, he isn’t the best selfie taker.
took my two temporary sons from onomichi to the big city………..lol…..they r lost -K
i am at millenium tower for a nother fight………..lol jk…………… no fight today……. -K
toshiro-kun……. he makes the best konbini chicken in kamurocho…………. tenkaichi st…….. lol one time he helped me kill a man with that microwave lol…… -K
Oh Lazarus, how did your debts get paid?
[text] "fine then. but i don't feel like waiting for whenever you feel like swinging by for another week." (Which ultimately means, don't expect to find her at all this time.)
[text] ... yes. fine. i will head over within the week.
[text] and whatever i did to start all of this, i am sorry.
..................he’s depressed again
me staring off into the void thinking about old rp partners i miss dearly:
misfortuning:
@deadxheads │ ᴍᴏɴѕтᴇʀѕ? ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍʏ вᴇᴅ?
Isayah knew it was a mistake the moment Lucy showed up at his door. He knew it was only going to get worse after he agreed to let her stay. And lo-and-behold, when he arrives home it’s to an unlocked door and unfamiliar smells. (Thank fuck he got everyone out of the house; even the dogs had been temporarily evicted, though the cats still remained.)
Immediately a flare of anger sharpens itself in preparation, but just as quickly he buries its edge in his own gut. He was angry, but was he surprised? No. And that meant that he could very well accept and deal with whatever bullshit was left behind in the mess he’d helped create. Temper dismissed, he purposefully opens the door, closes it with the same controlled manner. It’s the only hint that remains of his fouled mood.
Motionless now, he focuses; listens, breathes, taps into that strange, almost sixth sense he has (though he’d never call it that aloud). Lucy’s gone. He’s not entirely sure how he knows this or if he really knows it at all, but he’d certainly be surprised if she was still around. And yet…the house doesn’t quite feel empty. Or maybe it feels too empty. Too quiet. Like something lying in wait.
Bone-deep exhaustion helps smother the coals of rage, and he shoves a hand through his hair wondering why he invites these situations even when he doesn’t want them. Especially when he doesn’t want them. Drawing the silence into his lungs, he breaks it cleanly on the exhale.
“…A’ight. Whoever you are, I don’t care. But get out of my house.” Now why didn’t he just do that to Lucy? Isayah reminds himself that it’s not the stranger he’s got a problem with, nor the stranger with him. “…Please.”
Ondrej had awoken from his nap nigh... an hour ago, two. The rest of this time had been spent staring face-up into the surface of the bedframe, just thinking. They weren’t even spent on Lucy, who no doubted hardly even spared any towards he-- it was simply the mundane that came and went throughout his mind. An old practice from times long gone by perhaps.
Then the sound of the door cracked through the silence. Steps inward, different from that of his (ex?)friend’s. The fext sighed breathlessly through his nose, aware that the true owner of this home must now have returned.
And somehow, said stranger was aware of his presence... odd, perhaps somewhat unsettling, but at least this made his next course of action easier. Ondrej obeyed as directed and pulled his heavy body out from underneath the bed, dusting off his legs and shoulders in the case of any dust. And then the room was exited.
Hands up as he entered the hall to be within sight, more for the stranger’s sake than his own. Not very fun to come home to some weirdo in your home, probably would like to know he’s unarmed. (He’s not, as always, but he’d no intention of using his weaponry at the moment.)
“Yeah. Okay. Sorry about that.” Shrug as he continued to step forward, nonchalant but by no means intent to overstay his welcome. “I... was here for Lucy. She left.”
[text] hope you had fun meeting the owner of the house loooooool. [text] if you still wanna talk, i'm at my place. if you can remember it, then we can talk or whatever.
[text] at least he was polite enough to greet me. [text] i am tired of these games, lucy.
[text] i will come over whenever. i am tired.
👅
Send me 👅 and I'll have my muse say something in their native language
“Proč jsi takhle, mrcha?”
Mikula (Soul-Reformed)
at canon endgame, ondrej DOES retrieve the other half of mikula’s soul from kazimir. due to the length of time during the split, he’s quite different from when he was originally. for one, he’s older-- about elliott’s age at death, whereas when split he was about 5 or 6
still retains some birdish features and feathering, though most of that is probably right after the reformation? it kinda fades out
he still only knows czech. speech is also slightly impaired for a time immediately after. learning english is a difficult process, but doable
he’s retained his memories of his father, fortunately, but everything past his time split is a bit hazy or scrambled. memories from his half as an owl are easily confused with or jumbled together with the memories of his half in kazimir’s care.
he’s a bit... emotionally unstable? still a sweet boy at heart, but there’s a lot of new things and old dangers and faulty memories. he sticks close by ondrej to keep himself grounded.
he might have a capability for magic now? still unsure about that, but given that the other half of his soul was in the care of a sorcerer for like 350+ years, shrugs
Send me 👅 and I'll have my muse say something in their native language
Send 👅 + {words} and i’ll have them say the specific word.
anyway YAYYY i finally downloaded the icons i’d been to lazy to save for soul-reformed mikula pbbtbt
xjelani:
Was she childish? Yes. Stubborn as hell? Of course. Ready to give into this need to speak about… feelings and wrong-doings and anything else Ondrej wanted to discuss? Absolutely not.
She hears the door open somewhere downstairs and knows Ondrej had finally gotten through. But the great thing about staying with Isayah for a week as… his big ass house. His big ass house that had plenty of room to hide in; which hopefully meant Ondrej would be at it for awhile. A realization that was somehow enough to get a muffled, quiet snicker from the hitman. Because as childish and as terrible as it was, it was also still so hilarious.
Have fun looking for her, bitch.
See, if he weren’t afraid of property damage, this would be so much more quick and efficient. But that would be far too drastic anyway right? Lucy wasn’t a... well, she was definitely a criminal, but she wasn’t part of any job. This would have to be handled with tact and composure and...
Suddenly a solution dawned on him. One that required even less tiresome effort on his own part, allowing him to keep from wasting energy before the confrontation itself could even take place.
The Czech returned to the front door after a few minutes’ silence, opened and shut it without stepping through so as to make the indication of leave. Then? He simply crawled underneath the bed of that first room he’d found himself in. And closed his eyes for a nap. He’d just wait for Lucy to come out first.
xjelani:
…Aaand she hears the doorknob jiggle, hears the picking and twisting and– well. There’s only one thing to do now: which is abruptly shut off the tv, and run up the stairs further into the house to find a good hiding spot.
(This is oddly reminiscent of their first meeting, and Lucille thinks she’s starting to develop an aversion to anything relating to houses and Ondrej in the same sentence.)
She enters a bedroom; a random one; and quickly looks about. There’s a bed, a dresser, a closet, a few personal items, and a window. She slides under the bed for now and makes sure to tuck herself properly enough to not be easily spotted. Maybe if she pretends she’s not there, he’ll just look around, and then leave. Or luckily if he gets close enough, she’d just hop out the window and hopefully just die.
It’s a good minute of time available for her to get up and hide-- the sudden silence of the TV from behind the door was assuredly noticed-- but the lock eventually gives way to allow him entry. The man pockets the kit once more and casually stepped inside, not much of one to care about trespassing these days.
No Lucy, of course. A long heavy sigh drew forth from him and eyes scoped about the first room as it were. Really, were they really going to have to do this...
She obviously knew he was here, not much need to announce himself. Mikula was obediently standing watch outside so there was no need to worry about her escaping unnoticed; he could take his time.
Further back into the house is where she’d go, as far away from him as possible. Ondrej began the quiet search, starting with the first bedroom down the hall.
Honestly, Lucy, this was just fucking childish.
xjelani:
And the opposite was expected with good reason. Lucy hears the knock, looks through the peephole and… all but turns away to sit back on the couch and enjoy her afternoon episode of Modern Family.
Fuck outta here if you think she’s going to let you in like that.
.... So it’s gonna be like that then. Alright.
One of the perks of working outside the law is the easy availability of just about any tools needed. Usually that was firearms, blades,vehicles... but in this case, it was just a little wallet-sized object that the man pulled from his back pocket.
Ondrej flipped open the lockpicking kit and got to work. He’s coming for you Lucy.
R. Masson Benoit,
