#blvebee

[teleidoscopic]

@blvebee​

SEE YOU IN THE COUNTRY -- The words echo, but the city restructures itself all around Red. Something new. Something different. She doesn’t see the brush-marks of Royce’s penmanship bleeding into the architecture here. No, no ... this is different. Assymmetry. But the growth of black filth creeping along the city walls reminds her of the Process inverted. Her steps echo in the plaza as she drags the Transistor, aims it forward. Echoes of her voice, and the sword hums to life; his voice a warm welcome. The Transistor still works here, but any relief she feels is frozen when she turns to see another staring at her. The silence stretches. Heartbeats, one, two, three -- and then her hand lifts, in a sheepish wave, as if to say, ‘do you see me too? are you friendly?’

[synthmama]

your art has gotten so fucking good im so proud 😢 keep it up!!!

Thank you!!! ♥

[occultsleutha]

@blvebee​ * starter call

 john has a soft spot for new york city. it never tries to pretend being anything that it isn’t, and you can find just about anything you’re looking for if you know where to look for it. its a lot like london in that regard, even more so when it comes to magic. its intertwined into everything, influenced by everything. even in this little halal cart parked on the sidewalk. 

he stands beside it, closer towards the corner where the crosswalk is, lighting a cigarette as he stands idle, waiting. he’s not sure what he’s waiting for, but knows that it’ll show up eventually. and just as he thinks this, he sees him... the man with the eye of horus tattoo, and knows that this must be the starting point.

they make eye contact in between the passing bodies walking down the street, and john says nothing, only blows smoke, the scent of magic lingering.

‘ . . . ‘

[witchcd]

     ❛      HAVE YOU COME to bargain with trivial materials, or your life, I wonder ?      ❜   || @blvebee

[synthmama]

@blvebee​  || liked for a destiny starter.

The pads of her fingers trace against shifting metal plates as Damien’s drone draws near in greeting. Quinn’s smile is a slow curve of the mouth, something worn as the dregs of adrenaline slink away, making room for battle fatigue. “Hey, Bumblebee. Where’s your partner-in-crime at, this time?”

[synthmama]

'Who the fuck are you.'

“Hey, buddy, you know what we said about swearing.” There’s a washed out can of Pork N’ Beans held out to Damien, already clinking with more than a fair share of bottlecaps. “Y’know I gotta admit though: for a while, was thinking only Cait and Rob were gonna help me out with this.”

[synthmama]

@blvebee || scenario starters: quinn and damien go ice skating. damien is not very good and quinn has to help them.

THE BOSTON FROG POND is a bastion of the city. The summers boast a play pond for children to wade in, fountains spraying and providing relief from the warmer days. During the winters, it opens as a skating rink. She’s not sure what prompts this -- spur of the moment, or perhaps Damien’s lingering stare as they pass by it one day.  But they’re here now, with rented out skates and extra thick socks beneath them, as she guides him towards the rink’s edge. 

“You know, they have these little seals that can help you learn, if you want.” It almost sounds like she’s teasing. Even so, Quinn holds her hand out to him in case he needs to stabilize himself. 

[synthmama]

The gift box is certainly from Damien. If not for the fact that the box has traces of black cat hair on it, then for the fact that the boots inside (black, combat-esque in a more fashionable cut) have a tag that advertises them as "anima-infused" and "filth resistant." Whatever that means.

It’s Quinn’s birthday.

It’s CVRIE that opens the gift – not out of distrust towards its sender, but in recognition of it. She carefully folds the wrapping paper and promptly disposes it, before sweeping the box down one last time, and offering it to her to see. They’re not unlike the usual boots she’s had to trek in on their off-beat misadventures, but something about them feels different; as if crafted from a separate fold of reality altogether. It’s ten minutes later that Damien receives a text from Quinn. 

MSG: I got your package! Thank you.MSG: But is this your way of telling me we’re about to go hiking somewhere weird?