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[antiresolution]

aesthetic builder - I used this to experiment because I've been having trouble writing, but you can use it the same way the original poster did. Anything you want.

tagging: @minseologs @taeilyoo @petricur @writtenbykiwi @yuelianghua @liux14n literally if you're reading thissss you can do it

[tommymaddoxx]

open to anyone // you got any cool recs, bro

A day off. He wasn’t sure when the last day off he had really was. Now of course it didn’t really mean a day off of work considering work never seemed to stop for him. But it did mean that he could work from home and that he could take the longest lunches without anyone telling him to get back to work. Sure, he had lived in the city his entire life, but there were still so many restaurants he hadn’t been. Long before he was a cop, his true passion had always been food, seeking comfort in dishes of any shape or form as long as it had good flavor. The one he had picked out today had been on his list for awhile, he had only ever heard good things about it and he could tell just from the aroma in the air outside of the place that it was going to live up to the hype. Though quite honestly, as long as it wasn’t Chinese take-out for the fifth time in a row that week. 

He had been escorted to a table by the host, quickly taking a look at the menu glancing at all of the options. Honestly, they all sounded great and it got him salivating at just the descriptions that had occasionally been accompanied by photos of the dishes on the glossy page. It wasn’t long before someone had come over to him ready to take his drink order. He looked up from the menu and gave them a genuine smile. “You wouldn’t happen to have any recommendations of anything would you? I promise I am not a picky eater so anything you tell me I will probably enjoy it. I just seem to be a little overwhelmed by all of the options.”

[taikalongwei]

@alexandervbarrett // a dragon, a prince, and a cathouse

Taika had insisted on meeting on her side of the city. Something about knowing her surroundings and having her resources at hand for anything that could possibly go wrong comforted her. But there was nothing that she should’ve been afraid of considering the Irish were the only other mafia in town that had earned her respect. In fact, she had been quite fond of Alexander Barrett, or the Brooklyn Prince as many had referred to him as. Perhaps it was his ruthlessness or even his tenacity. The thing she liked about him the most was the fact that he was not born into the life as she was. And while growing up she had to prove herself everyday for a position that was already hers, he fought his way up and had made it to the top. There was something very admirable about that, and she could see the respect she showed him reflected in everyone apart of his mob. 

She wasn’t entirely sure what the meeting was about, but she assumed that it must’ve been something of somewhat importance considering he asked to meet her on such short notice. Or he might’ve just extended an invitation to her for a good time based on the location of the meeting. The Cathouse was a famously known gentlemen’s club, an invitation to it was highly regarded and only given to those who had proved their loyalty to the Irish mafia, which of course was something she had done. If Alexander would amuse her by scratching her back and helping her lay more claim throughout lower Manhattan, then she would return the favor by having her triad help in any way that they could. Taika couldn’t have been more thankful that Alexander had agreed to form an alliance with her. She knew that the Triad was new blood in town, but any bit of help that she could get from one of the original mafia’s in the city would greatly help their cause. 

They greeted her at the front doors and brought her around back to the more private and secluded area of the club. Taika took it all in, surprised at how pristine the establishment was in comparison to the other Irish places she had been. The mob members walked her into a private room where Alexander had been sitting.

“I can see why this is where you’ve been hiding,” eyes wide as she greeted him. “Color me impressed, Barrett, you really outdid yourself with this place,” Taika brought her folded hands apart and brought one to his cheek before placing a small kiss against it. “While I would love for this meeting to be simply for entertainment purposes, I have a feeling that’s not why you called me here.”

[adriennemoralez]

open to anyone // adrienne&.

It had been the first wedding Adrienne had been to in years. If she had a choice, she would have found herself far away from the whole thing. However; this was for her king. Forced as it may have seemed, Adrienne could play along for the sake of her court. So she donned a pretty smile along with a dress that hugged her hips far too tight as she stood looking out at the ballroom floor. This was the most lively she had ever seen the court, the amount of people however made her nervous. She gripped onto her drink a little tight, fingers pressed to the glass careful to not let it shatter in her hand. Turning to her side, she shrugged apathetically to the person standing next to her. “I was not expecting it to be so hermosa,” eyes settling along all of the flowers that had been placed in decoration. 

[sebnavarette]

&&.open

There was not much to do as an heir to an estate. Most days he found himself simply wandering around the wood surrounding it wondering what he could have been doing with his life if he wasn’t the oldest brother. It had dawned on his that he never really had any of the freedoms that his siblings had. That if Santi was born first, he could have been doing something with his life. Anything but making sure he was alive so that the Navarette lineage continued and being a surrogate parent for all of his siblings. He loved them dearly, he had. If only they knew the sorts of continual sacrifices he had made for them throughout their lives. 

The wind blew, rustling leaves in the trees and a muffling a small yelp in the distance. Shortly after he had picked up the scent of fresh blood and could feel his heart tug toward the sound. In an inhuman speed, he followed the scent and found himself on an injured pup, watching its chest barely rise and fall as it whimpered. Seb scooped up the young pup in his arms and looked around the wood to gauge where he was so he could figure out where to go. Wasting no time, he started to run to the capital, barley reaching the outskirts before calling out to someone. “Hey, please. You have to help me,” he called out for the first person he saw, gesturing to the small pup in his arms. “I found him like this maybe seconds after it happened. There’s still time, but we have to be fast.”

[oakleydavenport-blog]

open starter // oakley&.

He stood on the opposite side of the ballroom, sulking in a corner to himself with his flask of rum tucked just underneath his coat. Oakley had been watching Mina be swept off of her feet by some man who was a lot stronger than him, it was dizzying causing a pit in his stomach to form. But perhaps that was the alcohol taking in to effect. He had been too busy brooding to even realize what was happening around him until there was only silence from the crowd and a lone vampire saying threats. For a moment, he was frantically looked over to Mina, thankfully catching her eye knowing that all of their fighting would be washed away in chaos. But he had to get over to her. The current of the crowd shifted toward him, making the poor inebriated boy no match to go against it. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t seem to push past anyone. And before he knew it, there was a large werewolf barreling toward him. He reached inside his coat pocket where he normally kept his sword only to find his flask he had been pulling from the whole night. In his desperation, he stumbled backward, falling to the ground people still stampeding around him and the wolf was getting closer. What a sorry way this would be for him to go.

[enjolrastrvrs]

@opheliaddsn // steam.

Cold. How had he gotten so cold? That was the only sensation that was running through his veins. Enjolras was experiencing a coolness he had never truly felt before. Being a fae with an affinity for fire meant there was not an ounce of cold in his body. It felt unfamiliar to him, he felt completely unfamiliar as he had woken up shivering in skin that didn’t feel like it belonged to him. Enjolras was a stranger to the frigidness he was experiencing now. Sure the Autumn Court was known for having a few brisk days here and there, but he had always had the fire and the heat right at the palm of his finger tips. And now, he snapped his fingers looking for any semblance of a spark, yet there was nothing. No small flickers of flames or flashes from striking the tips of his fingers like matches. Could he have possibly come down with some sort of illness? Something that diminished the fire within him and the affinity that came along with it. He flexed his muscles slightly as if his wings were going to wrap around him like a blanket draped over his shoulders, yet they weren’t there. He let out a slight whimper of frustration before shaking his head. This isn’t happening. He thought to himself as he shook his head. He wanted to shake it, that feeling of dread that he was left with nothing. But he was desperate to feel something, to feel the warmth crackle against his skin once more.

Enjolras perked up the moment he thought of something, a sure fire way to get him warm. He remembered the hot springs hidden in a grove in the Wilde Wood, a place secluded enough that only Fae knew about it. He had plenty of fond memories there, ones that were almost as steamy as the springs themselves. But that wasn’t the reason he thought of it. It was the only place he could think of that was out of sight and out of mind from all of the chaos that had already ensued in the Spring Court that morning. He could hear the wailing cries from neighbors as they woke to discover that their wings were no longer upon their back. Frankly, he was sick of hearing all of the faeries weeping over the loss of their wings. There was only one thing that could truly explain what had made them this way and it was probably thanks to some faeries’ magic that got them all here in the first place. He grumbled and cursed to himself pulling over a cloak from a prince he had gotten from one of his plunders with the Renegade. Enji never had a use for it, but now seemed as good as a time as any. He wrapped himself up tightly before stumbling out of his home. It was only then that he had realized he hadn’t eaten all day, feeling the lightness in his head from missing out on some of the great pleasures of food. It was probably because he was so damn focused on how fucking cold he was.

His trip ended up being a lot faster than he thought it was going to be, how he had managed to get there in a matter of minutes without his wings on a trip that was at least half an hour by foot could only be chalked up to sheer determination of feeling some warmth against his skin. He was not built to be like this, to feel so stiff in his own body. The steam coming off from the water looked so inviting. Without thinking about it for a moment more, he let the cloak fall down to the ground and stripped off any remaining clothes he had before he made his way into the water, the heat being so starkly different from the coldness he had been feeling. It prickled against his skin, feeling as if he was stepping on needles or shards of glass as he stepped into the pool, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was finally able to feel the heat against his skin as he fully submerged himself into the springs.

[taikamin]

open to anyone // taika&.

Observing was one of Taika’s strong suits. It was one of the many things that allowed Taika to get closer to others and gain their trust. So sitting here listening to this person go on and on about their own personal problems was quite boring, but it taught her incredible patience. When they finally paused long enough for her to get a word in, she took her chance. “I don’t really think there is much to worry about when it comes to the war, sweetie. One side is obviously more powerful than the other,” keeping it vague not knowing what side they were on. “Either one side will be victorious, or things will return to the way that they had always been.”