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[viatrixtravels-a]

@narvvhal said:

"Uwah...!?"

To call this unexpected would be an understatement. Lumine would have not batted an eye if he were to challenge her to an imprompto showdown, but a dance!?

"Wait...! I wasn't prepared for this...!"

Well, she certainly is awake now.

[gxnxticist-blog]

@harnessedtogether  ❤︎  for a starter

  The lab smells sickly-sweet,      the scent of dead air & old flame,    of lingering iodine & chlorine.   The walls, sterile & white, are dark against the dimmed lights,   & reflect only the blue shimmer of the screen that is projected up,     up into the air.   Words, thousands of them, & pictures are on this screen. Pictures of formulas & mathematical components, & a file--      a file stolen from a government facility many years ago.       S U B J E C T    S I G M A.   Moira O’Deorain’s head turns     when she hears the door open, & when she feels the atmosphere change,      prickling the hairs on the back of her neck,  she cannot suppress a shudder of discomfort-- & anticipation.  ( It was her visitor, after all,  who was her most interesting subject yet. )   “Sigma--       so glad you could come.” Her voice is Irish velvet, purring out from between her lips as she turns,     as a disfigured right hand minimizes the hologram, as thin lips part into a smile  that bleeds wicked intent,         “Come, have a seat my friend.     & tell me   h o w   y o u    f e e l. “

[rattlcsnakc]

o p e n 

 Smoke trails           up,            up,               up,  into the blackening skies,   grey like the twisting clouds that have begun to converge,    that have begun to hide away the sun.  (The storm is coming, hard & fast, a winter unlike any other.) & deep inside the god, a similar sky,     that blackens his heart & hardens his spirit.  The cigarette is raised, & Hades takes another  d r a g,   his eyes trailing over the crowd,  his shoulders rolling back under THICK LEATHER,   gaze narrowed upon the mortals that dwell here.  He didn’t intend to stay-- but he had a feeling,      ( a feeling there was a soul to buy. )

[goodestboymonchan]

@lxstxracle answered the good boy’s ask!

Pets! Sign of love and affection and happiness! Plus Hana is smiling and giggling. Means that Mon-chan has done a happy! Giggling and smiling Hana is best Hana. Wouldn’t trade any of his hoomins’ happiness for anything else...!

Mon-chan does a bork. A happy bork! Proud and happy. And very, very loved...! Obviously, this calls for mlem’s. Proof of any doggo’s love! Also an answer for being missed, because missing not good...! Mon-chan is a fierce and loyal companion. Has to stay by all his hoomins’ side! No matter what!

[tempest-thetrainer-blog]

@kenrxgers

Tempest looked up, not moving. She had been meditating since they were moved from the bunker after she had checked in with her father. She was ashamed of her behavior, specifically how she acted towards Ander. She let her emotions take control, and her anger had hurt her and those she cared about. Hearing his voice brought her to the present, but she did not move. “Yes, Kenny?”

[dunhcms-blog]

@gonnabefine liked for a starter

After spending all of her morning inside the Harvard lab where Walter gad been rambling on about the case (which was what she was actually interested in knowing), then he would go off on an half an hour speech about the formula of root beers and how he says ‘they aren’t what they used to be’. Even Peter could rarely get him to concentrate 100%. Once he was started on another thing off of topic she was surprisingly relieved when she heard her phone go off, almost hoping that she had to be somewhere else. Thankfully she did. With Broyles on the other end with the victims address and telling her to meet up with Agent Francis there.

Before jumping into her car she sent Charlie a quick text to let her know she was on her way, just by herself. Sometimes Peter would tag along with her, but the way his father was acting up today it would probably be a better idea for him to stay put in the lab. Taking the last turning onto the road of her destination she pulled up in front of the house. Clearly not a well kept house, she could tell that from the outside, she didn’t want to know what the inside would be like. Jumping out of her car and closing and locking the door behind her (it wasn’t the best neighborhood) she was obviously the first one here. She couldn’t even see her partners car in sight. Olivia decided to make her way up the few steps to the front door. Olivia twisted the doorknob a few times, but it was locked. That hadn’t stopped her before. Olivia took out the small tools she always kept on her and began to slyly pick the lock.

[gxnxticist-blog]

@miracleworkcr​  ❤︎ for a starter

Steady, long-fingered  hands hold    two steaming-hot mugs,  (as the Geneticist practically glides down the laboratory halls) on her way to make a   v i s i t a t i o n.    (Anxiety beats heavy in her chest),    for doesn’t she always get this way, when it comes to The Medic? Moira knows the coffee isn’t much, but it’s an excuse to see her. It’s an excuse to spend some time next to her, enjoying her company.     It’s only when she reaches the door to Angela Ziegler’s lab    does she realize that she has no free knuckles     to wrap against the door.   She stands, awkward, for a moment, swallowing hard,      before, gently, bumping the tip of her shoe against it--         thump           thump            thump --            “Dr. Ziegler?              I know it’s quite late, but I’ve brought you some coffee,                 ..............   if you’d like it.”