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　　　　[　　𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 　　𝙸𝙽 　　 ¹⁹⁸⁴ ]

the   hour   strikes   midnight   with   the   floor   reverberating   a   tune   of   rubber   wheels   ﹠     skirting   patrons   either   racing   or   dancing   their   way   around   the   brimming   rink.   cascaded   above,   a   disco ball   glistens   in   rotation;   a   rainbow   of   magniloquent   lights   bleeding   from   it’s   reflection   ﹠  soaking   tepid   bodies   with   a   shimmer   of   sweat   ﹠   sparkles,   as   if   they   hail   from   the   very   dimension   of   the   moderate   celestial   orb   above   them.              CREATURES   OF   THE   STARS   !   with   trailing   flames   blazing   through   an   age   of   blissful   ignorance   :   where   nothing   matters   but   what   song   rumbled   through   the   jukebox   next   ﹠   can   we   gambol   to   the   beat?

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝚃 , tucked   away   in   a   dark   slit   of   the   room   a   top the     '     RINK   '      owners  lap ﹠ an echoing ...   / slide slide, tap! tap! tapping! / * [ 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙴, 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑹𝑻 : REPEAT ! ] * EMMA   FROST   is   shining   like   a   beacon;      with   her   platinum      bob   curved   delicately   around   a   chiseled   jawline   ﹠   a   smile   beaming   that   would  bring GODS to their knees. her feigned laughter roars through the echoing tune as remnants of a powdery substance coats her left nostril.

SHE REEKS OF SWEAT ﹠ RADIANT ELEGANCE, it clings to her flesh ﹠ leaks from her pores. a sense of confining pollution in the way her body melts into the bindings of these glittering walls leaving behind a RICH yet SENSUAL rimestream as she rollerskates from the booth to the bar ﹠ made her way through a crowd of burning dancing bodies signaling the night had only just kicked off!

✧.* 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 : ❝ TWO MARTINIS, EXTRA DRY. ❞ BARTENDER : ❝ $ ⁶ˑ⁴² ❞ ✧.* 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 : ❝ keep the change, 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒. ❞

@005198 / plotted starter

[piinetrees]

[ txt ] hey number neighbor [ txt ] sorry if this is intrusive or annoying, my sister is just super into the whole “number neighbor” thing right now and wouldn’t stop bugging me until i messaged mine.  [ txt ] you don’t have to respond if you don’t want to  [ img ]

[ txt ] sorry she took my phone and sent you a picture of her pet pig [ txt ] she says "the world needs to see his greatness!" [ txt ] his name is waddles

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@005198​

He had come a LONG WAY to find this mark. But hiding out on Tatooine? Kind of cliché. Surely there were better places to get lost in the Outer Rim. More comfortable places, too. NOBODY LIKED THIS PLANET.

Meatbag had put up quite a fight, but not enough of one. Larger in both height and weight than the simulacrum... but much slower.

Revenant had anticipated all that. What he hadn’t anticipated was the security droid that showed up to the scene of the crime, one which was smaller and faster than he was used to seeing in this part of the galaxy. In the Outlands, even Stalkers weren’t much challenge for him anymore; but whatever model this droid was, it managed to catch him off guard. He didn’t even notice it until it had already scuttled across the room, stuck him with something in the ankle.

Something electric.

THE SIM DROPPED INSTANTLY and with a heavy CLATTER, his metal body joining the scaly carcass of his mark, pool of blood, and smashed shipping crates and supplies littering the basement floor. His frame twitched with residual sparks. Optics flickered.

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[ubiytsvolk]

TIME             MARCHES             ALONG             EVER             SO             SLOWLY,             BEFORE             YOU             ARE             PUMMELED             BY             THE             SUDDEN             FEAR             OF             YOUR             FUTURE:             he             was             a             boy,             at             one             time,             and             now,             he's             just             this.             a             GHASTLY             WOLF.             he             sharpens             his             teeth.             pain             feeds             on             him,             his             body             has             begun             to             rot,             maggots             encasing             his             heart.             (             howling             at             the             sky,             hands             itch             to             rip             this             body             OPEN             )

torn             asunder,             days             when             his             body             no             longer             feels             that             it             is             HIS             own,             rather,             it             belongs             to             the             earth.             hues             of             green,             pink,             and             other             obnoxiously             bright             colors             flood             his             vision,             leaving             it             difficult             to             see.             HIS             OPPOSITE--             she,             who             opposes             her             purpose,             who             lives             purely             in             the             moment.

@005198:             i             think             it'd             be             fun.             we             should             do             this.

"             ...             FUN?             `             it's             repeated,             large             form             hunched             over,             the             city's             idyll             remains             vibrant,             and             most             of             all---             [             LOUD             ]

"             я              к              этому              не              привык.             (             ⁱ'ᵐ             ⁿᵒᵗ             ᵘˢᵉᵈ             ᵗᵒ             ᵗʰⁱˢ.             )             sorry.             `

[ubiytsvolk]

FEVERISH             DESIRE:             A             DESPERATE             DESIRE             TO             BEEN             SEEN             AS             HUMAN.             slumber             has             evaded             him,             or             so             he             thinks,             alas-----             memories             of             resting             are             few             and             far             between.             the             exhaustion             has             not             seeped             into             his             bones,             not             yet,             and             his             mind             swirls             with             vivid             imagery             of             a             sacrifice.             she             is             dizzyingly             sweet,             it             invades             his             being,             allowing             his             stomach             to             churn.             (             a             wolf             is             still             a             dog:             a             dog             who's             been             left             to             it's             own             defenses.             )

for             the             longest             time,             dmitriy             has             wished             for             MORE,             now:             all             it             is,             is             to             live             normally.             [             it's             a             forgotten             wish.             ]             at             times,             the             thought             of             HONEY             -             BEE             speaking             oracularly             purposefully             has             crossed             his             mind.             was             he             not             understanding?             he's             grown             tired             of             this             game.

@005198:             you             know,             lately             i             just             want             a             little             bit             more.

rotted             memory,             rotted             body,             and             a             rotted             sense             of             self.             how             she             shines             so             spectacularly             within             his             peripheral,             it's             enough             to             make             a             man             sick.

BUT             YOU             ARE             NOT             A             MAN.

"             A             ..             little             bit             more?             `             a             pause,             as             he             sinks             deeper             into             himself,             lost             in             her             words.             "             ...             of             what?             `

[psifrost]

i know emma enjoys the Finer things in life... but is there anything relatively simple or mundane that she enjoys ? the simple pleasures of Life ...

𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 : HEADCANON QUESTIONS. ( always accepting )

ABSOLUTELY! while the glitz and glamour feed that satiate, she totally does just ... enjoy living? being alive is the finest of pleasures, in all it's simplicity. to be born. to live. to die. she loves just existing.

the moon in particular is one of her favorite viewing pleasures when it's full and at it's brightest! though, she also enjoys when the clouds cover it enough to form a haze and she's totally that person to mention it, to make everyone take a moment to look up at the moon.

a bubble bath overflowing with bubbles and a scent of her choosing. she enjoys floral scents the most! rose, lavender, ylang ylang, eucalyptus with one of the purest forms of relaxation.

anything handwritten. a note, a reminder, a letter. she's very old - timey and old fashioned. if she could live in a world without cellular devices and the internet, she would! but alas ... in this digital age, even she is guilty of being glued to her phone at times and her importance doesn't allow her to be far from it.

the sensation of touch. she is such a closed off individual, that anyone she allows in close enough proximity, that close, to touch her and live to do; she lives for. there is something so addictive about the vulnerability to being felt. whether platonic or romantic, you're special if she embraces or explores and that means something very deep!

gatherings of her and her friends. just spending time with people she enjoys! little to no money involved. just being silent in someone she enjoys presence is enough.

and as a telepath? silence. sitting alone with herself for hours is the rawest form of enjoyment.

[oddlies-a]

“I learned to leave my lonely days behind.” for elliot ! 💚

“Excellent!”

Elliot chirps without thinking, genuinely joyful for the other alien. Smiling, they then pause, thinking over what they’ve just said before cocking their head. “Can you show me how to do that as well? Sometimes I think I’m not lonely when I really am. Is that weird?“

They felt comfortable admitting it to a fellow extraterrestrial, especially after she mentioned she’d been previously lonely herself. Surely she had some sort of advice!