#crossroadsdiner

[gentlexsnowflakexprince]

@crossroadsdiner agreed to indulge my terrible ideas

In the year or so since they’d arrived at Eden, Zane had learned that the forest around the diner was indeed full of magic. It was something Elise had warned them about early on in their arrival, but after wandering around on their own, they’d gradually started to feel it for themself. It made them wonder if the Ice Queen permitted to keep more than their healing magic, but they’d yet to experiment enough to figure it out. 

They were deep enough in the woods that they couldn’t feel the sun on their skin anymore, but if their sense of time was accurate, it should be somewhere around late afternoon by now. They had the day off though, so it didn’t matter that they were quite a ways from the diner itself. As long as they got back before anyone started to worry, they would be fine. 

No sooner than the thought occurred to them, they felt something strange in the air. It was enough to make them pause and glance around despite knowing they wouldn’t see anything save for the darkness they’d grown used to. They couldn’t sense anything either. Feeling suitably on edge, the make their way back to the diner, hoping Elise would be able to tell them what just happened. 

On the way back, nothing feels out of order. Their cane comes across the same bumps and grooves in the road they’d wandered across earlier, so that offers no clues about the mysterious magic they’d felt earlier. 

The ground beneath their cane gradually becomes bumpier, indicating the switch from smooth dirt to asphalt, and they begin folding their cane up, confident that anyone coming to the diner would recognize them and their blindness after all this time. The bell above the door rings and they smoothly make their way to Elise’s office, intent on talking to her before all else.

[mystic-muses]

@crossroadsdiner​ gets a starter

Yashira takes a deep breath, hand resting over her stomach. She had told Rowan to meet her here, but now she’s hesitating. Rowan won’t hurt her, and she doubts he’ll completely abandon her and the baby, but she also knows he hadn’t wanted a baby any more than she did. God, this was a nightmare. 

She feels a poke to her side and pouts. “I don’t think I can do this.” Zane had been by her side since she showed up at their house in a panic over missing two periods in a row, and they’d supported her every step of the way since then, even buying her three--four?--pregnancy tests after she decided the first one was surely faulty. 

“Sure you can,” Zane tries to assure her, attempting to get out of their car until she yanks them back inside. “Yash, I love you, but you need to tell him eventually.” She hates that they’re right. 

“I know, but...” she continues to pout at them. 

“Darling,” they rest a hand on her shoulder and squeeze it gently. “You’ve been dating Rowan for a while now.” She didn’t care for being reminded of that. She didn’t have any real feelings for Rowan aside from friendship, and that was what got her into this fucking mess. She only dated him so everyone would stop questioning her about her love life, but  “Rowan still tends to intimidate me, but I still doubt he’d hurt you just because you’re having his baby.” 

She cringes at their words, sighing heavily. “Oh, alright. Fine.” Still, she has yet to make a move to exit the car. She can’t do this. 

Zane finally manages to convince her to exit when they poke at her one weak point that’s coincidentally also their weak point. “Well, alright then. If you’re too scared to face him, we can just-”

She doesn’t give them a chance to finish their sentence before she’s out of the car and striding purposefully toward the door. She doesn’t notice them smirking behind her, but she does realize she’s been played and vows to get back at them for it. 

[beloved-death]

@crossroadsdiner from here

 “No one is that desperate. I will settle for hot chocolate and waffles extra butter and syrup with strawberries. The biggest strawberries you have. And don’t mention the price, I assure you I do not care what it costs I will pay for it and leave tip.” His face was devoid of expression as he placed his order.The reaper then sauntered to a seat at the counter his footsteps making no sound whatsoever.

“I’m in no hurry.” A lie, he was always in a hurry but there was no point in saying so. Their meatbag concept of time wouldn’t understand his schedule.

[booguesswho]

Over the course of the centuries, Jude’s been called a hellhound, but it’s never been an accurate label. Yes, their true form was a big, scary dog that looked so much like one, but that was a function of their own choice. With billowing, shifting eyes and mouths that split and sealed, if humans at their mercy saw a nightmare, certainly they should look the part. In truth, they were a curse, the tattered remains of a spirit powered by magic and rage.

But when you’re called something so often, you become familiar with the real deal, and Jude could follow that scent anywhere. To the average human, they were invisible as they ghosted through the city streets, following the scent. Surely, he would be a fun one to spend the night playing with. Now, they just needed a body. Fortunately, city life gave them plenty of options.

In no time, they slipped into the skin of a young man who wanted fun more than he cared what it was, and with a lazy smirk on their face, they followed the scent the rest of the way to see what this hound was doing in their city.

@crossroadsdiner

[inadeepanddarkdecember]

When Cyrus left the icy north, he knew it would be dangerous. Ianthina don’t travel alone--it was a well-worn adage for a reason. There was safety in numbers. In numbers, they could tear apart the most well-armored landdweller ship, put down the most ravenous orca, and hold every inch of their border with scarcely a loss of life. But alone? Well, that was how Cyrus had ended up in the belly of this ship.

It was humiliating. He’d seen the ship, of course he had seen it, but he was deep and he was hunting. By the time he saw the net, it was too late; he became too fast entwined in the threads pushed deeper by school’s thrashing bodies. No sooner had he been dumped on the deck than the crew had descended upon him.

Now he was here, in this cage of rough wood and rougher iron. His hook, harpoon, and dagger were gone. His hands were tied. He was hungry, and he felt an unfamiliar dryness in his throat. Sickness? He couldn’t be sure. If he had been a little stronger, perhaps he could have attempted an escape, but not like this. No, for now, there was nothing he could do but sit, and wait.

@crossroadsdiner

[technoparadigm-blog]

@crossroadsdiner​ | from here.

“You fuss too much. I’m tired of it.” Webb doesn’t try to hide his irritation and it comes out sounding cold. “I know my own limits. I don’t need you treating me like I might break. Sometimes you’re more overbearing than my mother.”

   “You honestly looked like you were in pain,” Jack tried to snap back, but it came out sounding soft as if he’d given up, defeated. “I wouldn’t say anything if it didn’t look like you were in pain. I know that you’re strong.”

   Jack sighs and moves away from Webb, crossing his arms. The words hurt more than he’d like to admit, so he didn’t want him to see his face. He was hurt and forced to have to hide that, morphing to his cold exterior, which protected him at all times.

   “I came from a family that enlisted bodyguards to protect me at all times, even when I was a kid. My mother taught me that to ignore the struggles of anyone when you were more well off than them is an injustice in itself and makes you look cruel, and that I should always help. She taught me that someone might be afraid to say something, as I’ve seen a multitude of times. Sorry if that rubbed off on me.”

   He walked towards the door, no longer wanting to be in the room. He had no idea if he was being stubborn, nor if he was simply missing something.

   “I’m going outside.”

[olderspiicy]

a bit thrown

[continued from here.]

Jack’s a bit thrown. He hadn’t expected such an honest answer to his subtle jibe-not-a-jibe. It’d just come out, second nature to open up a conversation like a bastard. But the diner employee, Cas, just took it in stride, not even ignoring him like most people would’ve. “Sounds like these people I used to know -- your philosophy about it I mean -- save the ones you can.”

He hadn’t always been the reason they couldn’t, but often enough that even the most open-minded of them still looked wary when he found out Jack was involved. That was a long time ago. Gotten only better at giving people problems since then, with or without the Dragon Monks.

“You’d probably get along with ‘em.”

It was also probably obvious that he wasn’t sure how to respond to all that other than Goddamn do-gooder, go mingle with your own kind.

[the-taboo-king]

@crossroadsdiner gets a Vampire AU Starter.

   The vampire is not happy. Blood has been spilled in his streets and not by his decree. He hates being forced to dirty his hands in this way but he is one of the few old vampires that doesn’t keep a constant entourage of lesser creatures in his service. He’s never needed to surround himself with such things and trust isn’t something he gives out easily. Thus, he is forced to care for his territory himself. At least it gives him a chance to get out a little, to stroll the streets and enjoy the night air.

   His gait is aimless, an air of unwavering confidence surrounding him. He does get glances from the few humans that prowl the night. His attire does make him stand out some in this seedier area. It doesn’t bother him. None of these humans are threats and it would be demeaning for him to dress in a way that doesn’t advertise his power. In fact, a part of him wants them to accost him just so he can show them all how pathetic they are. It is a struggle sometimes, being surrounded by the inferior.

   Boots come to a stop, head tilting. Eyes closer for a moment and he takes a deep breath, drawing in that deliciously scented air. Yes, that was blood and it is fresh. Eyes open and his head swivels in the direction of the smell to gaze into the gloom of a dirty alley. A low sigh passes his lips before he stalks into that dank place. Disgust twists his features. How he hates these mortals. Soon enough he finds a corpse, throat torn and body slumped. Blood leaks from them, pooling on the concrete. They have been dead for perhaps a few seconds. Did his presence scare off the feral vampire?

   With a flare he throws back his coat tails before crouching beside the corpse, taking care not to get blood on his boots. Black nailed fingers reach out to prod at the wound. It oozes, indicating the body wasn’t completely drained. This meal was interrupted. Eyes close and Gundham takes another deep breath, trying to locate the scent of the killer. Maybe he can track them.