#(pre event)

[kaede-yamada]

Closed for @ponderosus

Kaede had woken up to something he was not used to. In fact, a lot of his nights from a year ago had been spent not sleeping in his bed and choosing to sleep in the couch just because he couldn’t really handle sleeping in his bed alone. However, he was, realizing he was missing out on some things. And it was why he asked Layla to spend the night with him in his room, a place that they hadn’t gone ever since they started dating. The thing that he also found unfamiliar was the smell of food. Usually if he smelt food in the morning, it was burning because his daughter was trying to make toast on her own at four in the morning. Instead, this was incredibly different, and some thing that brought a smile to her face.

The former author shuffled out of his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he came upon the image of some thing that warmed his heart. Seeing both his daughter and Layla in the kitchen, making breakfast seemed really sweet and some thing he definitely wanted to be part of. “ so what’s going on here? “ he asked with a smile on his face.

[coreofgold]

@softsliders19 continued from here 

“It’s at night.”  Aloth reassured the other who. . .well doesn’t look nervous but apprehensive.  “it is am 8 pm viewing.” 

[drvcxrys]

@hiddenpxpercuts continued from here! (beta editor)

(¸.• ♛ -> "but the difference is that i can stand him, not the others, including you." she just couldn't help herself, diego was different in her eyes besides that he was the father of her unborn child, even if klaus didn't know that but well, diego was a whole case since she does love him. "good then ask yourself for one."

[blossoming-dilara]

Gregory was not here. When he had died, Dilara had him cremated. He’d been spread in one of their favorite spots. When she arrived, Dilara had been by herself. It was only recently she had discovered the graveyard. It wasn’t big yet, which wasn’t surprising since the island had only opened to the public recently. There wasn’t enough of a history here. But it had given her an idea of how she could bring Gregory to the island and to honor his memory. Dilara was strolling along the path slowly, waiting for someone from the cemetery to meet her. There was a spot she was interested in getting a memorial bench for Gregory. It was under a tree and down the hill you could see the beautiful cool blue of the ocean peaking through. Hearing footsteps, Dilara turned expecting to see the employee but instead found Jamie. “Jamie?” Dilara hasn’t seen him since the ball when she’d danced with him. “Do you- do you work here?” She asked, confusion clear on her features.

@jamiexlevin​

[felix-tee]

pdd || f. turner ⇄ c. lupei

Felix: you busy?

[dougalmcleodthevampire]

Making Things Clear (D&A)

Dougal got the word that this year’s Halloween event involves all slaves both claimed and unclaimed to be used as toys for a whole week with each day being a ‘theme’. But he was impressed that the school was providing a healer to heal the slaves, giving them meals, and letting them use the restroom breaks. And also slaves are allowed to have private play and can have the refreshments if offered. The vampire was not happy with the situation but it has always been like this and he has gotten used to it. But this year he wants to make sure nothing will go wrong between him and Andy. He hasnt seen his little lover in a while since he was letting him bond with Wade. He takes out his cellphone texting his boyfriend saying, “Hey there darling I know this years Halloween event will be......interesting and I would like to discuss some things with you if you are available? Come to my office whenever you can.” He puts his phone away and heads to his office setting up a small table with snacks and drinks wanting to make the discussion more relaxing for the both of them.

@andy-montgo​

[punsandfuturekingsmen-archive]

Frenzy feels like his anchor is dropped into icy water. Every crack hurts and the missing parts sting. Yes, something is very wrong with the little yellow and it... makes him uncomfortable to say the least. The red ghost has been a brother of three, he remembers them dearly. While his soul feels frozen at the sight of Arthur being so out of it, he falls back into old patterns. Do something! Just do something and everything will be okay.

With his free hand he conjures up some red blankets and pillows, but his eyes never leave Arthur. He tucks a bit harder on Arthur's hand. "Yes, we are safe. You are safe," he repeats, softly. "C'mon, you need to rest. Trust me. Sit down. Please. You are safe and we are safe, too. Now we all need to rest." All the words are combined with the unwavering pull of his. Just get him down to rest. Sleep helps, sleep always helps. Not ceasing to repeat the phrases, he can just hope that something gets through to the little yellow.

Frenzy is helpless. He hates this feeling. He hates being scared and weak. Too pathetic to really do something. He tries to look strong, but it looks more like he is pleading to Arthur.

Arthur shudders and it runs through his whole body, from his head to his toes where they curl in his shoes. The sword he held falls from his loosened grip and hits the ground. He lifts his hand up, to rub at his left eye. Things are turning green green green he hates it he hates being  green stop stop stop--

He hears Frenzy, somewhere, distantly, and he felts something like static tingle around him, light flashing somewhere he can’t see. He felt so cold why did he feel cold and numb it tingled it felt wrong was he still him or was this just like--

Arthur made a choking sound as he seemed to come back with each plea. He collapses with Frenzy’s next tug after it loosed from his lungs, like a fragile house of cards. He’s on the pillows and blankets and he curls up and covers his face. “I-- It was too much I didn’t even feel-- it’s-- frenzy-- i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry--.” They were safe they were safe.

But was he?

[bodelevy-lindqvist]

creases || bode + clove || dmc

@clove-modius

[ Bode learned early on that you can learn a lot about people from the state of their hands. It’s not a difficult lesson to learn, nor out of reach from the common person but people, in his opinion, are oblivious to easy information. It had been a habit he had picked up as a child, a tool he had used to navigate the uncertainty of his household. Depending on the shake of his mother’s hand (often covered in small scars from shattered glasses), the curl of his father’s fingers (carefully manicured and smooth), to Espen’s open and unmarred palm--always so trustingly reaching into the dark--he could tell how the day would likely unfold. It became second nature to look at a stranger’s hands long before meeting their eyes, a cold and quick calculation would be made and stored for later use. This didn’t change the morning he’d arrived to Colony 22, where he’d spent the day memorizing the faces and names of those he knew he’d need. Dr. Mei Zhu, Chancellor Quinn, and one Clove Modius. Clove had been tacked onto the list after Bode heard word of his position; Quinn’s right hand man and the head of house Torren.

The morning of the victory party he stands near the edge of the dining hall, eyes cast toward the line of tables. It was less of a risk to approach him in a public space, he didn’t know much about Modius and feared openly asking questions would make its way back to the blonde, so he relied on clips of conversations he heard in the halls and of course as always, his hands. Bode strides towards the other, seated nearest the door, and comes to a halt in front of the empty seat directly across from Clove. An easy smile curls the edges of full lips, his back slightly curved as he loosely grips the top of the empty seat. ]

Is this seat taken? [ He nods towards the male’s half eaten meal, wrinkling his nose ever so slightly at the discolored mush they decided to serve this morning. ] Oatmeal is it? Or is it leftover corn mash?