#fonicgolddigger

[betrayalswake-blog]

@fonicgolddigger

“...”

You really don’t mean to stare; honestly, when you’re usually accused of staring you’re not staring at anything, just looking through it in thought.

Still that doll ... is definitely creeping you out a little, despite the perfectly normal looking young girl who owned it.

[gailardios-blog]

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh (´；Д；｀) = What worries the character

meme // accepting｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laughGuy is a sucker for really bad puns and dirty jokes. He also really enjoys teasing those he’s close with.(´；Д；｀) = What worries the characterSelf sacrificing attitudes, self-deprecation, those he cares about visibly in pain

[doctorgneiss]

“Jaaaaaade… You look bored, you know?  I suppose that’s to be expected, but…”  Dist spoke like he was on the verge of an insult, or otherwise playing high-and-mighty, although the effect, as usual, left something to be desired.

He flashed the ball invitation coyly.

“If only I had something that could help.”

@doctorbalfour

[hopeswake-blog]

Admittedly, while you’ve done fairly well at adjusting to having a body again, you...are not perfect at it. The sense of space relative to you has proven to be challenging, and you’re quite sure you’ve never been this clumsy in your life. 

So really, it’s probably inevitable that the moment you become distracted while walking down the street you accidentally bump shoulders with a girl. Neither of you is knocked over, thankfully, but you feel bad all the same. “Oh! Are you alright? I’m sorry, I should have been paying more attention.”

@fonicgolddigger

[gailardios-blog]

a moonlit rescue

It is only very shortly after Guy actually leaves the bar that he realizes that, you know, maybe some of his confidence in getting back was actually the alcohol after all. Now that he’s outside and trying to find his way to the train, it’s... a lot harder to navigate then he expected.

(It doesn’t help that he’s having a helluva time keeping his balance. He can feel himself swaying as he tries to make his way down the street- a street he swears he’s already turned onto and walked down already.) He can’t help but notice, either, that there are a lot more people in the streets this time of night than he would expect. A whole lot of them, some gathering in small crowds. There’s shouting... is this some kind of riot? Guy thinks he can remember hearing something about tensions building in the city. He’s suddenly very overwhelmed.

Shit. Guy might as well admit it to himself. He’s lost, and wasted, and really not reasoning clearly enough to figure out how to make his way back to the bar, much less to his apartment. There’s a moment where he considers just sitting down and waiting for his head to clear, but the shouting in the distance is getting louder. Daylen definitely mentioned that it was dangerous with the way things were in the city lately, didn’t he? It’s probably a bad idea.

But does he have any other choice?

He’s about to give up, face whatever danger might come from being out here right now, when something catches his eye.

A public telephone. He’s never... actually used a phone before, but if he remembers right, there should be one in every apartment. So, provided he can figure it out, he should be able to get in contact with someone, right?

Because. Right now, he is in a little over his head. 

He ducks into the little booth, stumbling a little against the glass. Fuck, he’s dizzy. Guy can only hope he can sober up enough to figure out how this damn thing works. Thankfully, he manages to find a tattered book sitting on a shelf beneath the phone that seems to have numbers for the different apartment complexes around the city. If he’s lucky, it’s up to date.  Guy takes a deep breath, attempts to steady himself, and dials the number for T5.

[judgmentswake-blog]

Aesthetic meme - Anise Tatlin for @fonicgolddigger

Meme - ACCEPTING

[gailardios-blog]

It’s getting dark outside as Guy is heading back to his apartment on the train, but he doesn’t mind it too much. From the window next to his seat, he can watch as the city lights gradually flicker to life, peppering the horizon. It’s soothing, especially paired with the mechanical rumble of the train.

For the most part where he is, the other passengers are quiet. There’s an occasional murmur here and there, but nothing that catches his attention much. It’s easy enough to tune out.

Guy is dangerously close to nodding off when something suddenly does catch his attention. A feminine voice, rising above the ambient whir. Girly and bubbly and... weirdly familiar? He turns around in his seat, trying to catch a glimpse of the source.

“Wait a minute... Anise?”