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[casimirdraven]

open event starter ft. the grotto reopening !

casimir lingered just off to the side of the happily ever after potions stall, a glass vial twirling lazily between his fingers like he’d been doing it his whole life. the liquid inside shifted colors every few seconds soft gold to violet to something darker and his smile sharpened every time it changed. he watched the crowd more than the merchandise, eyes catching on anyone curious enough to get too close.

“you look like someone with good instincts,” he said smoothly, stepping into someone’s space just enough to be noticed. he held the vial out between them, tilting it so the light caught just right. “so tell me. what kind of position are you searching for” his grin widened, playful but edged.

[amoreemioo]

@fooleds | x

it wasn’t like tae was against traveling as a whole — he just didn’t really want to go there. even mere mention of it had his face souring and his tone falling, which obviously opened the door for questions. but surely it was within his rights? like, his family was from there and the ex lived there and the idea of even catching a glimpse of the guy had his jaw tense. let alone the idea of lucien seeing him. and it wasn’t just the ex — it was lucien and all his goons. tae just … knew it wasn’t easy to stay under the radar there? and the last thing he wanted was for alex to be spotted with him and suddenly become a target for that fools psychopathic tendencies. maybe if they weren’t looking for him it could be fine, but that fell to the chance of not running into anyone — why risk it? there were plenty of other beaches!

tae was more stuck on alex’s words, though. why did he have to tell alex all of it? it was a lot, and most of it was his own fault anyway! he also couldn't wrap his head around how it was a lie? he suddenly had a lot of thoughts and questions and tae could feel his skin getting hot as his annoyance bubbled into anger, even if he was sort of holding his tongue. maybe he wasn’t watching his tone, but he was watching his words. “i told you about whatever you fuckin’ asked about, that’s not lyin’.” tae wasn’t sure the other man wanted all the details, anyway. sure, he was missing some key bits of tae’s relationship history — but he would tell him if he asked.

“y’asked why i look like this and i fuckin’ told you—“ not that it had been asked so crudely, but the point stands! tae wasn’t trying to keep secrets or lie … he just didn’t think alex needed to hear all that. or more so if he wanted to he would have thought to ask the question? “i told you why i don’t want to go—“ well, tae might’ve literally said ‘and some other fuckin’ stuff’ after explaining, rather simply, he wouldn’t go because his ex lives there. it was just a lot! did alex really want him to get into it here, now, in the car? they could, but — it was a lot.

besides all that?

tae found himself actually scoffing after a moment, “do i even fuckin’ look like someone that would like the beach?” well — maybe, actually. if he dressed appropriately, and maybe someone gave him those arm floaties. or a life vest. and if alex stayed very close to him the entire time. and there were no children around. god knows the closest he got to swimming was the shallow end of jisung’s pool, one arm on the wall or securely wrapped around one of the other men. tae definitely could not swim, thanks. and that thing didn’t have waves or sharks or crabs or his crazy ex or sand—

“pick a different place and s’fine.” yeah, because the beach was the actual issue here.

[kentakakuraluvr]

@enjojijiis! : "THE DIAMONDS WERE AN ACCIDENT! AN ACK-SEE-DENT!!! SO CRUEL AND UNFORGIVING, JUST LIKE HIM!! TALK ABOUT STINGYYYYYY--!!" Being dramatic ofc.

         She's  glaring  now.

       ❝   Accident-shmacksident!   ❞   Pointing  at  him  accusatory  with  her  chopsticks,   ❝   You  lost  my  WHOLE  stash!  To  LAVA!  You're  lucky  I  didn't  let  Evil  Eye  blow  your  place  to  bits  as  payback!   ❞   She's  back  to  eating,  grumbling  between  mouthfuls,   ❝   If  I'da  known  you'd  be  so  ungrateful  …   ❞

[moonsdying]

@kavvaakari: (continued from x)

"kakashi likes to mess with you," hayate says fondly, though he can hardly think about kakashi when tenzo— yamato, now, he supposes, but they both know hayate will only call him that in public— is still standing so broad and bare faced before him. the fabric of the blues stretch taut over his biceps, and probably over his chest too, if hayate pulled down that pesky little zipper on his vest.

he doesn't, not yet, but he does step forward until he's close enough to catch the metal tab between his fingers. "yamato, huh? yamato-taichou, specifically. what do you think of that?"

probably nothing, because tenzo won't waste his time on it, but hayate always likes to ask anyway. plus, it gives him a reason to let his other hand lift up, settling on tenzo's bicep to dig his fingers in just so. just to feel.

[mavisvaduva]

open event starter ft. the grotto reopening !

option a: dungeons, dragons, and a vampire?

she hovered just outside the setup for the midnight dungeons and dragons one shot, arms crossed as she watched people gather around like it was some kind of ritual. mavis didn’t look like she belonged there... a bit too guarded, too shy, but she hadn’t walked away either. “so… we’re all just gonna sit around and pretend we’re pirates or something?” she asked, glancing at someone nearby with a faint smirk. her tone wasn’t mocking just curious, edged with something almost playful. “because i could be convinced.” a beat. “but if i’m doing this, i’m not playing anything lame.”

option b: a tattoo, maybe?

she stood just outside starlight tattoo + piercing, staring at the celestial flash sheet like she was trying to talk herself out of something she’d already decided on. the designs glimmered under soft light... stars, constellations, something that almost looked like it moved if you stared too long. mavis huffed a quiet breath, glancing sideways at whoever had stopped nearby. “don’t look at me like that,” she muttered, already defensive. “it’s just a tattoo.” her eyes flicked back to the sheet, lingering. “besides… could be worse decisions i’ve made down here tonight.”

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[rottenache]

@1oadedgun - jo just kicked will in the shins for no fucking reason.

" @hcrv3lles did it. "

just as her feet comes into contact with his shin, it's brief and barely there, but wavered his stance momentarily as he turns to face the culprit, unsurprised when he sees her newly brown hair, amused nonetheless. "oh yeah? wally, who is honk-shoo'ing away in th' garage when he said he was gonna fix up one of the junk cars an hour ago?" but it's these moments that make them feel just a little bit like how they were, before the carnage happened. before the apocalypse could take more of their family than they could stand. it feels like when the siblings rallied together after their father's death, and grew up behind the counter of a bar. "yeah, i bet he did it." but she better start running, because despite how much of a mess it will be for them later, he reaches for one of the pumps behind the bar for water, and immediately pulls so the cord allows him to aim directly at his little sister, and he presses the button to hose her off.

[ericseara]

open starter for anyone. location: the underland, near the locust fight club.

the neon signs of the undersland buzzed overhead, flickering pink and blue against the cracked brick buildings and rain-slick pavement. music spilled out of open bar doors, mixing with the smell of fried food and cigarette smoke, the whole street alive in that messy, electric way it always is. eric stood just beneath a broken streetlamp, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, watching the crowd like he was waiting for something bad to happen.

he spotted a familiar face across the street and felt something twist low in his chest, sharp and familiar. like they knew he wasn't meant to be there. for a second, he thought about turning around, letting the night carry him somewhere else. instead, he pushed off the wall and crossed toward you, boots splashing through shallow puddles. “didn’t think you hung out down here..."