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[sunnykies]

@symbrcck

jeannie knocks on eddie's door. she isn't trying to be quiet, but every cell in her body screams at her to be careful. out of fear, sure, but also out of shame. eddie could have been killed. his survival was lucky - nothing else.

"ed?" her voice is soft. like she hasn't just texted him that she's coming over.

she hopes his dogs are there. she likes dogs. she should've brought peanut butter for them.

[spencer-ia]

helping hands (spencer & lee know)

With little pruning scissors in his hands, Spencer looked up as the bell right above the shop’s front door rang. It wasn’t something that he often said, but Flower Fetish was Spencer’s pride and joy. It was one of the very few things he was actually passionate about in life, the act of taking care of different kinds of plants and actually making a living out of it acting as a temporary balm to the monotony of immortality that he abhorred.

“Welcome to Flower Fetish. How can I help you?” In the back of his mind, the reaper hoped that it was someone who saw the sign out front about how he was looking for a part-timer. Because as much as he loved arranging bouquets and planting seedlings and whatnot, he’s been having a hard time meeting deadlines recently. He hasn’t given a floral piece late yet, thankfully, but he came pretty close.

Looking at the man before him, it took Spencer a second before placing who the other was. “Oh.” He was always good with names and faces, even more so when it came to people who met on the job who had more... interesting stories. Distantly, the florist wondered if the other remembered the reaper who collected the soul of the man they killed. For now, he’ll play it safe. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”

@leeknow-ia

[banti-virani]

OPEN STARTER

Banti didn’t often spend a lot of his time outside around other people, often opting to seek solace on his own. Even, he couldn’t stay inside, the crisp air and sights called his name. He knew of the events going on around town, mostly from word of mouth around the Lodge. However, ice skating was something that spoke to him and it was located conveniently near his place of work. He stood near the edge, kneeling down and making sure that his skates were fastened correctly. Banti was rusty, that was for certain. He made his way onto the floor of the rink, wobbling a bit as he noticed someone nearby. “I haven’t done this in quite some time. I swear, it was easier the last time,” he mused, half to himself and also to the person standing near him. “Do you skate frequently?”

[mxracle-grl-blog]

[ ; starter for @heterochromatica​  ]

The  sun  shone  brightly,  its  rays  gently  caressing  the  dead  girl’s  tanned  skin  as  she  walked  to  her  next  destination.  She  was  supposed  to  be  shopping  for  new  school  supplies  for  her  second  year  at  UA .  Her  mother  had  offered  to  join  her  out  of  worry  of  something  happening  to  her ,  but  she  politely  declined .  While  she  understood  her  concerns  after  all  the  chaotic  events  that  took  place  in  her  first  year ,  she  didn’t  really  want  to  bother  the  Filipino  pro  hero .  She  ran  her  fingers  through  her  hair ,  trying  to remember  what  she  was  meant  to  buy .  Because  unfortunately  for  the  girl ,  her  memory  wasn’t  exactly  the best .  However,  as  she  was so busy  trying  to  remember  what  her  shopping  list  included ,  she  didn’t  notice  that  someone  was  in  front  of her  until  she bumped  into  a  firm body. 

“  H-Huh ?  Oh !  I  am  so  so  sorry !  I  didn’t  notice you !  ”  Mari  apologized ,  her  face  expression  being  one  of  embarrassment  as  she  waved  her  hands  around  frantically  . 

[sgnelias]

✱⋮ ❛ find you.

@sgnlara

It was a trick of the light, a visual fallacy, a complete hallucination… save for the fact that this person looks almost exactly like the cute little French girl he hung out with a decade ago. Memories he could only recover in that moment disorientated him for the entirety of that afternoon. But then it turned into two days, then three days, and even after a week, he couldn’t stop trying to catch glimpses. Each time cataloging a feature or two. ‘She still has a squish-able face.’ He smiled at the memory of her laughing, and maybe he was looking on through rose-tinted glasses, but it was a memory like no other. Yet despite it all, Changkyun still wanted to figure this out without having to make a fool of himself by asking. He did that once or twice before under his father’s instruction—at the airport, mind you, where no one really judges you for asking—so this time was different. It was that strange phenomena where you could do whatever thing for someone else, yet couldn’t for yourself. He smacked his face and dragged his hand over it. ‘Not the time to cringe at myself.’

Changkyun mulled over his options as he slid down the unquestionably filthy wall. They wouldn’t keep him for more than a day, he thought, not without sure evidence. No candid photo existed and the video was far too blurry and unrecognizable to account for anything. But now that he was thrown in campus prison, security guard office, or whatever it was called, he could see how simply asking would’ve been more productive. Or better yet, learn to let go of old memories. Since at the end of the day, that all happened in Europe, when they were like ten, and they were different people now. He thought with a blank stare, almost contemplative, but mostly void of expression. Even so, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would’ve been like if he could’ve stayed in France.

[advocateofheaven]

@eyesofcuriosity​

“The view is wonderful from up there. isn’t it?”

With his amused grin, tone, and upward gaze, the King Pirate has some joke in his mind that brings him joy as he calls up to the library’s newest maintainer.

It always tickled him, keeping track of how long it takes for the Help to realize that while scaling such heights, they may want to wear something under their skirts. Doflamingo doesn’t care one way or another, but the reactions that rise out of those women are always worth waiting for.

[moonfreed-blog]

@pepperboxed​ [ x ] 

“Shit!” The tiefling shouted, stumbling  back as a giant got far to close to her,  the warhammer coming down and in  a flash of desperation she brings her  staff up. Only managing to lessen the blow slightly as the wood snapped under the weight. The weapon hitting  her and causing a few ribs to snap, plowing her into the snow with ease. 

“Percy! Help!”