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[bleubcrries]

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velma had been arduously trained not to let panic get the better of her, so it's anomalous to her that her heart would be rattling so fervently inside her chest right now, the cold tips of her fingers feeling numb and tingly. her options are painfully limited. she can hear her boss's voice in her head, telling her to admit to being unfaithful, get kicked out of their apartment, and have more time and privacy to focus on the mission. with great resolve, velma opens her mouth, fully intent on admitting to something she didn't do. only instead; she procrastinates. "what the hell would make you think i would cheat on you?" comes out of her mouth before she knows what she's saying, a feigned look of betrayal and shock woven across her face. she shakes her head and looks down, using all of her mental strength to navigate this situation with extreme precision. "this promotion has just been extremely time consuming, love. i have to be available at the drop of a hat." velma scolds herself within her head for sounding so unconvincing, wondering where all of her training and experience has run off to all of the sudden.

[islcndxmisfits-a]

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Hades had been asleep when the barrier between Auradon and the  Isle had been broken down. He was only aware of the situation when he heard the clamoring of feet coming from above. “What the hell is all that noise?!” He shouted, waking up from his nap. Making his way out of his underground lair, he looked around as villains rushed across the bridge towards Auradon. What the hell was happening? Was this some kind of sick joke or was this actually happening?

Standing there shocked, he wasn’t sure was to think.

[lydiahmartiin]

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The flight back to town had gotten in late and she couldn’t sleep when it finally did get in after a long delay. When she did sleep it was already morning but was disturbed by knocking on her hotel room door. “What is it?” she asked through the door just before opening and coming face to face with whoever was knocking.

[drxcolucius]

❝*• maybe it wasn’t the ideal spot for some peace and quiet, a coffee shop of all places, but it hadn’t been draco’s first choice either. having occupied a table in a back corner of the shop, books spread out over the majority of the surface in front of him, spare for the notebooks and cup of tea closest to him. although he wasn’t entirely sure why, draco had always much preferred making notes by hand instead of by a laptop; he blamed it on being able to see his thoughts better.

he had a frankly ridiculous test coming up, and trying to actually get some studying done had gone surprisingly well up until that point, despite the sound level of his surroundings. at least, it did until something started blocking his light. “would you mind?” he asked, his tone implying that he did in fact, mind an awful lot. “i’m trying to get some work done but there’s an humungous buffoon blocking the only good source of lightning nearby.”

[fightwing]

       “ i’m very excited to announce that I have no idea what’s going on. “

[canefought-a]

“ his voice was really comforting. like, i felt everything was going to be okay. is that...bad? “

[ncsebleed]

“ dammit.. hey, do you think you could help me out? You got a tissue, or somethin’? “ 

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[makeyousiin]

Donnovan finds himself night after night at shitty dive bar after shitty dive bar. Sure, he has a regular joint, but you can only deal with the same faces for so long before it gets old. He could be at home with his teenage son, the only person in this world he gives a shit about, but it gets hard to look at him sometimes. He looks so much like his mother, it makes Donnovan want to scream, it’s like ripping his heart from his chest all over again. So he drinks and he fucks random people he’ll never see again because it’s easier than dealing with his shitty, empty life. Tonight he’s half drink, nursing his fourth whiskey on the rocks when he notices that someone has made a home on the stool right next to him. They smell good, too good for a shitty place like this and it distracts him from his self-perpetuating misery. “Next one’s on me,” he says after a solid ten minutes, flashing them a lazy grin.