#anxchronism

[chaosiica]

“Didn’t go as well as planned.”

misc sentences .

     he kinda figured. what with the mess, and the fire, and the broken concrete along all the sidewalks. good thing there’s such a thing as magical back-up. ❛ yeah, the total destruction of the whole street gives it away. ❜

[chaosiica]

★ @anxchronism

     ❛ you’re friends with sister grimm, right? ❜ he feels like he and nico should have more to talk about. considering the whole ‘ mythical eccentric code-name ’ thing they both have going on. but he doesn’t remember catching any of the runaways on speed dial the first time. or the last time. which━━ ❛ did they...not get our messages about the super powerful parasite that could only be killed by teenagers a while ago? ❜ 

[sonofasymbol]

@anxchronism  || starter call !

“Dude.” The guy appears to be passed out in the middle of the woods, of all places, but James has certainly encountered odder things. The blond lightly nudges the unconscious boy’s shoulder with his shield, just to see if he gets any response. He sighs, urge to protect and nurture overriding his urge to not get involved with anything else weird. “Hey, you okay? Bad spot for a nap, you know.” 

[strikerlikelightning]

@anxchronism

"Outlander's filming somewhere else. Here, you just look tacky."

[fryordie]

@anxchronism | starter call

Seldom seen before being heard first, the blond who would once pride himself on being a Viking God was currently squatted elbows deep behind a table packed with empty glasses and spilled beer, laughing and cheering as he linked arms with his fellow patron. Hardly recognisable these days with a mane of matted hair and generally unkempt appearance, the Odinson made a sporting show of draining his half-full tankard in one go, smiling soon afterwards as he wiped the foam from his lips, having, for all accounts, an enjoyable time, in full view of the other patrons.

Many of which took umbrage with his riotous carrying-ons -- with one soul plucking up the courage to approach his table. Thinking this stranger’s intent to fall on the joy-killing side -- for enough time had elapsed to make the aspect a possibility, the blond allowed a slight frown to twist his mouth, zapping his visage of all joyfulness as he met the gaze of this brave mortal with a stony glare, the point of his metallic elbow balanced precariously on the table set before him.

“What is it, boy? You look as though you have something say, so out with it.”