#ftf;

[lunalaapunk]

“Joule, you’re doing a fantastic job.”

[samoyd]

“i know youre gonna throw that at me-” you turn around with a wink, catching them red handed with a rotten crabapple.

“but youre gonna miss- bet!”

[poisonbolt-blog]

Chase

@wxlkstabwalk

Once again, your ego threatens to get the best of you.

The game is simple: you would run away from Jack in the sewer system of Zaun. If he caught you, you lost. But if he couldn’t catch you, you would win a container of highly toxic mold and fungi.

It seems like a reasonable game to you. Highly toxic material is something that you are even more in desperate need of now that you lived in the safety of Diego’s basement where such materials are harder to come by.

He isn’t supposed to kill you but that paranoid part of you doesn’t trust that. You even bring your crossbow just in case. But the part of you --the one that gets you into trouble-- is confident that you know the sewers better than anyone. You’ve already escaped from pursuers here before, you’re sure you can do it again. It’s full of miles of twists and turns, dead ends and complete darkness in some areas. Not to mention the vicious mutant animals.

You send a message to Jack, letting him know that you’re taking your head start now and giving him coordinates to the sewer entrance, then you return to your timeline. You book it down the tunnel, unafraid of the toxic runoff mixed with sewage waste. If anything, you go out of your way to dip in the sludge, covering yourself in the reeking smell. 

[loveinamists]

You’d gone through the day with Karkat, Dave, and the girls, unwrapping presents and enjoying a holiday dinner (well, it was more like a holiday lunch because everything had finished cooking early, but still). When things had begun to settle down with everyone and it seemed everyone just wanted to rest for a bit, you head back and prepare all the gifts for your friends. One by one, you send them off via the transportalizer to your friends coordinates.

Once the last one is sent off, you bring the coordinate list back to normal on the transportalizer, and leave the room. After a long day, after enjoying the cheer of the holiday, things had gone quiet and settled down, so you find your way to the couch with a thin blanket, and you decide to lay back for a while.

[lycandeeznuts-blog]

 { @crinosgf }

Dirk was not used to the town, and the smells could be overwhelming at times. He already preferred the activity of the dusk to night life given that the world was not to bright for his eyes. Not bumping music was ever really happening in this deck of the world which was a plus given his hearing. He believed that with as many creatures that lived in the town it would be silly to not try and keep everything as neutral as possible. Even more odd to him was the fact that humans were in control--surely that was not right, and Dirk had made a mental note to inspect that at another time.

Presently he found himself dressed in a tanktop and jeans as he idly got a feel for the place. He was making a mental map for himself, and taking note of what he smelt where and how frequently certain scents occurred. One particular scent was fresh, stopping him in his tracks; that of a werewolf. It was unmistakable and often lead to trouble in the man’s adult life due to some reason or another. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he sought out the source of the smell. Despite not having the best sniffer in his human form it was fairly easy to follow the smell straight into a tavern of sorts. 

Here he lost it as a rush of everything at once flooded his senses. Fuck. Might as well get a drink. 

[rammeup-blog]

The night had come for Aradia to finally meet Rec. They had been idly conversing over the past few nights and needless to say Aradia was beyond excited. She got to meet new people every night of her life, but not usually someone from other timelines. And someone who was actually excited to hang out with her and do one of her favorite past times. Usually lowbloods would stay their distance from her, like her own Eridan; the poor dude was afraid of the power she held whilst Rec was not. Rec had never grown up being low on the totem pole; this was a perfect chance for Aradia to learn new things about her new friend and get out of the palace. She had already booked his arrival and was awaiting Rec at where he would pop out of space into her timeline. Well, on the transportalizer at least. 

The room Rec would appear in was vast and dedicated just to transportalizers. The room was all about the details between the paintings and the decorations. Maroon was obviously a favorite color and a large portrait of the Imperial Demoness hung within plain sight on the wall across the transportalizers. Guards lingered everywhere and a few stationed inbetween some of the ‘pads in order to maintain the peace and check paperwork. The heiress herself resided in front of the further most one where she rocked a little on her feet in anticipation. She was dressed in a manner which was drawing looks. Capri pants, a tight tank top, and boots. A large belt with small bags on it and a sack on her back as well. Rope hung at her hip and honestly she did not look anything as one of her caste should. No crown graced her forehead either. Instead she wore a smile, with her lamb-like ears perked forwards. One of her hands idly scrolled through her tumblr as she glanced up every now and again.

Time was of the essence and he was about to be late.

@acquamo

[lunalaapunk]

“Whoa, hey, Leon is partly blind! Don’t roast him for the chairman refusing to hire him a stylist.” 

[lunalaapunk]

Sees everyone talking about the tourists.

Pulls out a goddamn NOTEBOOK of complaints.