#event 01

[gildedheirs]

when: morning after the lemonwood banquet, month 07 of 21 ac where: lemonwood, dorne who: qoren martell & open

All of this was a disaster! Actually, he hadn't expected the fighting to culminate here, but it took longer than he thought it would for the water to overboil. The crown prince couldn't ruminate on this, a pressing matter clinging to the forefront of his mind: there was his mother, his step-father, his sisters, the twins, and his betrothed, yet there was a presence missing.

Where was Roast? Where was the little rascal that he had grown used to being by his side? He wasn’t there, by his food or water bowl, and wasn’t trying to cause a ruckus. He hadn't heard the crinkling of him sneaking food or shoes across the room either. This was strange. Something was wrong. This little voice kept nagging at him. Qoren tried to put it past him, knowing he was probably being adored by a guest and he was soaking up the attention. That’s what he wanted to hope.

Yet, Viserra had gone out in search of him the night before, almost getting injured in the fray. She hadn’t seen him either, but who could in that chaos? Now that they were to leave Lemonwood, he was afraid little Roast would be left behind. He was still young - barely out of kittenhood. He wouldn't know his way to his new home, even if he tried! That much, Qoren was certain. He had only been in Sunspear for a month!

Expecting another to come through the door, he speaks before he turns around, hands wringing in front of him. It was a cathartic motion that barely seemed to help now. "Have you found anything yet?" Then, he turns. This was not the attendant he sent into the fray. Maybe they hadn't heard anything after all. What would they do, then?

[bondsabraded]

📷 — To settle her nerves, Sarah had visited the bar a few times tonight. The drinks were strong, likely to compensate for the supernatural guests.. and she was quickly falling victim to them, cutting up the dance floor and enjoying herself. Her hand reached out to someone, beckoning them to join her.

@btiesstarters

[dxsalvatorex]

Damon had thought about avoiding Elena all night, actually he had thought about avoiding this little fundraiser altogether. He had written a check and dropped it off, wasn’t that good enough? Somehow he found himself standing in a dark corner watching the guests, until his eyes landed on Elena. He cleared his throat as he walked up to her. “You look good.”

@littlexwxlf

[vettelsource]

EVENT 01: PRESEASON

do you miss seb? so do we, which is why we’re going to try hosting events on this blog in the spirit of keeping the seblr community alive!

this first event will run until friday, february 24. please find details below!

theme: preseason seb, so that means material from all his winter breaks, car launches, and testing… ever! as long as it has seb, anything before an f1 season is game.

what we’ll reblog: any posts tagged #vettelsource! this can be art, photo edits, video edits, video clips, gifs, audio clips, or whatever creative thing you like!

if you want to be included in the official event tag: please include "@vettelsource Event 01: Preseason" in your caption

where applicable, please credit your sources, whether that be a photographer, or a youtube clip, or whatever!

we look forward to seeing what you create! have fun, and all the best <3

[emberwexley]

Where: Ember's room When: Friday evening Who: @margaretwexley

"He's gunna be fine, Mags. Toby is like Mr. Capable, right? He'll just waltz down there like it's nothing and he'll be back in no time. Maybe even with more things that can help you." Why she felt the need to try and console her sister Ember wasn't sure, part of her wanting to convince herself just as much as Margaret.

"I mean, I didn't even know he was that popular in the building, but if so many people think he can do it, then he can. Besides he'll have Blue and his dog with him." Sitting at her vanity, eyes on her sister in the mirror, Ember picked a pretty pale pink nail polish and held it up. "Come on... just because it's like an apocalypse or whatever, does not mean we have to give up on grooming. Despite what all the movies would make you think."

[violinsxsong]

Where: The Roof When: Friday afternoon Who: @veleriixchen

"I don't know about this. Do you even think it'll do any good?" Looking over at Val as she glanced between the stone patio and the cans of red paint she'd had from painting the accent wall in her suite. "I don't know if they even care if there's survivors anymore..." Taking a deep breath, hands fidgeting, she couldn't help but glance over at the plume of black smoke that still rose from where the helicopter had gone down, the image of that soldier's two fingered salute still playing over and over every time she blinked. "But maybe... I guess... if they come back for that chopper... we're right here. It wouldn't even be hard."

[keptweapon]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 !! 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  ::    ᴡᴀʀᴇʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

𝐴𝐿𝐸𝐶 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑂𝑁 𝐸𝐷𝐺𝐸, 𝐴𝑁𝐷 he wasn’t exactly doing the best job at hiding it. The drink in his hand — a beer that seemed to be the most popular amongst the young locals — remained largely untouched. The bottle swirled idly between his fingers as he held it by the neck, forcing himself to take a swig every once in a while. It had been years since he had needed to truly blend in. 

Blue contacts covered his red irises for the night, lighting his eyes with an odd purple hue beneath the colorful strobes of the warehouse. For what felt like the hundredth time already that night, Alec ducked his hand into his face and poked at his right eye, adjusting the dreadfully uncomfortable film there. 

Looking back up, Alec found a pair of inquisitive eyes on him. He supposed he should try a bit harder to act as though he weren’t here entirely against his will— but his demeanor remained a bit too stiff and impassive, and he hardly glanced at the person before sweeping a hard gaze back over the crowd.

“Contact lens,” was all he offered by way of explanation. “Fuckin' things have been bugging me all night.” Luckily, a conversation point any species could empathize with under the circumstance.

[fictionnet]

@fictionnet event 1: favorite genre — historical fiction

the song of achilles, madeline miller

in the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.