#egocentered

[illbringthechaosmagic]

[TEXT] Good morning, sunshine!

[text] someone’s in a good mood this morning 😋

[text] good morning to you too, how are you?

[themxlodyofmiidnight]

From the Sky

{ Semi-plotted Izzy starter for @egocentered }

Faster. Faster. Run. Run faster.

Each breath that she took in stung her lungs. There were bruises all over her body, cuts, scratches; her clothes were ruined, but she kept making herself run anyway. Not an easy feat with a limp, but she didn't have the energy to change forms or fly. The groups of vampires and werewolves after her had seen to that, when they attacked her.

Hybrids of her kind were not kindly taken to; each one was met with a terrible end and with violence, all because most believed it was wrong for a vampire to love a werewolf. This is what kind of fate Izzy was going to meet, if she let them catch her again - which was all she could think about as she ran across the rooftops that she had been chased up onto.

Turning her head, Izzy looked back and forth. The roof that she had ended up on was a dead-end. No other places to run, nowhere to jump to. Her head was throbbing, her chest was hurting, and each breath inward stung like all hell. Sweat beaded at her forehead, mixing with the grime and blood there from her earlier brawl with the supernaturals who were chasing her. It was making it hard to see, burning her eyes, and making things that much more difficult. With the wind blowing her hair in her face, Izzy sniffled and wiped her bleeding nose with the back of her hand.

I can't..I can't..what do I do?

One last look behind her told Izzy all she needed to know. They were getting closer. And closer.

It left Izzy with only one choice that she could see. One left. She could jump, and hope she stuck the landing. It wasn't a great idea, but she needed to get away and it was the only thing that she could figure was left to do. With that, Izzy backed up a bit and readied herself as best as she could.

༻ ♫♪ ༺

Jumping off the roof...it didn't end up how she thought it would. Izzy had expected to meet with the hard pavement in the alleyway, to feel pain right away shooting up her leg. Instead, she had kept falling. Rather than being on the ground in a filthy alley, a rush of cold air and a glowing light that was briefly there and gone took her someplace else. Somewhere dark, with a floor as hard as the pavement would've been, she was sure.

Laying still for a few seconds after the air was knocked from her lungs, Izzy let a small, gasping groan. Biting her tongue as she winced and pushed herself up. Trying to force back the tears that were threatening, she took a deep breath.

Looking around, Izzy's eyebrows creased together. She swallowed, frowning and trying to make herself sit up more. "Where in the hell am I?" Izzy asked herself, not realizing that she had landed her very injured self in someone else's bedroom until her eyes had adjusted a tiny bit to the darkness. Still hurting from what she had in her eyes, she squinted.

"How did I get here..?" Izzy murmured, bringing her other hand up to hold her head. "This doesn't..make any sense.." Izzy exhaled once more; it was quiet, but turned into a louder cough that shook her chest and made her groan again. It wasn't quite as loud as the sound of her landing on the floor, but was still loud enough that she was sure someone must've heard it.

[thxwxlf-archived]

For not finishing RE:8, I am biting @mrflayed and @merchantofwhispers‘s kneecaps.

@egocentered is my witness as we all play DbD

[nctaboutyou]

@egocentered CONTINUED.

Sylvie gave a huff, looking at Loki in a slightly irritated manner.

“Don’t you realise I was trying to help you just in... bloody showing up here?” she questioned. Pruning herself had been a massive risk, one she’d thought Loki would understand! And yet here they were, having a row already. “We need to enchant Alioth. Not kill Alioth. Your plan is ridiculous.”

[merchantofwhispers]

@egocentered || UNFORTUNATE BEGINNINGS 

She’d lost track of how far she’d run or how many people had initially been chasing her. A bullet in her gut and a sense of impending doom was all she really needed to know to keep her moving along, weaving through the dark as the suffocating scent of smoke and trash permeated the air. Distantly she swore she could still smell them, the clinging gasoline on their clothes from the little flame throwers they would use to keep her cornered, but every rapid glance back yielded nothing in the flickering darkness except dancing shadows.

Dipping into the alleyway, Gemina find a loose pipe that she ripped from the wall -- sending a flood of steam and water pouring onto the chilly ground. She was fueled by fury and spite, both of which were only made stronger as she picked up on the sound of approaching footsteps. Pipe in hand, she waited as the sound drew nearer, a rapid glance revealing a figure much taller than she and without much ceremony she reacted -- violently swinging the pipe out of the alley. 

[tangledfate]

@egocentered

"You MUST be joking!" Peach gaped up at her father as he made his announcement. He and Odin had come to an agreement, she was officially betrothed to the younger prince of the realm.

Had that been why he'd been her escort this entire time? They'd been trying to see if they were a good match?! Was that why Frigga had agreed to teach her so long ago? How long had they been planning this...?

"Peach, don't be difficult..." Eitri tried, doing his best to soothe what he likely knew was coming.

"Difficult?! You-- you sell me off like some-- some-- PRIZE!! And you want me not to be difficult?" She was practically shouting at the dwarven king, pastel lips trembling and tears gathering before she fled from the room.

Difficult would be the very LEAST she would be!

Racing through the guest quarters, Peach felt her emotions building up as she searched for somewhere with SOME semblance of privacy. In the end she found the gardens; pacing her way around one of the many fountains back and forth a few times before finally she was overwhelmed.

Tearing off her tiara, she threw it as far as she could; SCREAMING at the top of her lungs an angry, vengeful scream as rose gold siedr roiled and snapped. And when she'd exhausted herself--and had scared several of the palace servants--she stood there panting for a long moment before she felt eyes on her.

Eyes red from angry tears, flaxen curls half torn down, she must've been quite the sight compared to her usually prim and put together appearance. But for the first time she didn't much care about the impression she was leaving as she turned and leveled her would-be suitor with nothing less than an irate stare.

[xgoldxnhour]

Just & Just as

The stormy weather bellowed outside, boisterous thunder and merciless rainfall claiming the city for however long it can, provoked her short trip to the antique bookstore, Archives, a few blocks away from where she worked. It might've been a smarter decision to head home before anything grew drastically worse out there, but nothing invited a peaceful mind than the sound of rain and the welcoming pages of books. Sometimes the store, itself, felt far more like home than her own apartment did.

It was rather small, tightly-spaced. A claustrophobic's nightmare as some walls piled to the brim with books that wouldn't fit on the overflowing shelves, others stacked beside them, making little room to pass through some aisles. Definitely wasn't up to code, an absolute fire hazard, but held a sort of homely yearn each time you pass the jingling bell of the door. Though instead of a soaked blonde, who didn't think to wear a coat today, and matted curls barely tamed by the rain, came in a wirey looking man with horn-rimmed glasses, dressed as what to expect an older history professor might esteem. Black sweater tucked into brown twil pants, perfectly cinched with a belt and impressive pair of worn dress shoes, matching jacket hanging over his arm. Enough to barely be noticed, but not provoke any suspicious eyes such as a child might. It truly was a pointless reason to waste in altering perception, but she had known the woman, Bea, who worked the counter by the door for most of her life and she was the type could talk your ear off for hours with repeated stories and unsolicited advice or questions. El just wasn't in the mood today and walked passed the older woman without batting an eye and immediately targeted the 'recommended section'. The owner of the store, Hal, constantly added to the section of his favorites of all genres to be poked through by suspecting eyes. Knowing Eloise, as a frequenter of his house of written chaos, he often left ones specifically curated to her preferences. Those picked out for her often sported orange post it notes sticking out of the pages where he'd write notes for her.

Though the projection of the twil-suited man, paying little mind as she couldn’t see anyone nearby and turned the corner to the suspected section. It was probably the least organized section of the store as everything else fell under some sort of categorized system of genre, alphabetized by author's last name. However, this section had little organization as all means of genre and preference stacked here.

Once, she made it, eyeing a few left with the orange post-it notes, she dropped her hold on her disguise as she was far enough hidden to be seen, now seen as still a soaked blonde, curly haired, coatless woman with bright, curious yet tired eyes. However, a tall gentleman, easily over six foot, with long dark hair and light eyes stood on the other side of the small shelf, noticing a bank in his hand with the familiar orange paper. She glanced slightly, sporting a bit of knowing smile as she picked out one of her one—whichever had the most notes.

@egocentered

[catrinegk]

Point of view sketch: drawing myself who is drawing myself who is drawing myself