#laurel001

[zakaryprashad]

WHERE: Sol Dance Studio WHEN: thursday afternoon WITH @laurelgavaris​

Zhyan took a deep breath, worry and nerves rolling down his skin, his heart beating loudly in his chest. But he wanted this? Right? He hadn’t been in a coven for over a year now, and he was getting worried about his own safety, especially around full moons. He always just missed the company of other witches. Yet, Laurel’s coven should be the last coven he contacted, with everything that had happened, with what had almost happened to her because of him. Sure, if not for him she might also be dead, but that didn’t cancel out the other. He was still responsible. He shouldn’t be asking her for favours.

But he still stepped into the dance studio close to closing time, hoping to catch her before she went home. Hoping to at least ask the question, even if he expected a no. He had enough control over his magic now, or so he thought.

[tiffany-chiba]

She’s seen enough on the pages of newspapers and heard enough in the mouths of mutants to know that they’re not welcome. The world didn’t ask for them; the world didn’t want them. But every time Tiffany comes to visit her parents, she can only think how badly she wants to be one. She’d take the disgust from the general public if it meant the love of her parents.

They’d been talking about a new arrival at the Institute today, some powerful mutant with lots of potential, and all Tiffany could think about was how they probably wished that mutant was their kid, and not her. They just never seemed interested in her; what she had to say, in what she did.

There’s a childish habit she never grew out of: desperately, hungrily seeking a mutation. Having left her parents, she’d reached the grounds of the Xavier Institute when she saw an obstacle course set up, maybe for some of the more athletic mutants. And she stared at one of the cones set out in a neat line. She stared, scowled, frowned, mouth turned down in a furiously focused pout. “Move, cone, come on cone, move, move, come on cone,” She whispered. Nothing moved.

@laurelborialis​

[milosmonsters]

date and time: flashback?????? location: d8 time status: closed to @oflaurcl​

the anxiety started to settle in the moment he woke up, though he wasn’t going to lie. milo had been anxious since he sent the text. he was starting to realize that the funny feeling he got around his friend, whenever he heard her laugh or saw her smile was butterflies. fucking disgusting. but here he was, a picnic basket sitting on a folded up blanket in his back seat as he sat in her driveway, trying to psych himself up. 

inexplicably, he found himself at her door. there was a slight hesitation, again, before he knocked. she most likely had seen his car, seen him sitting in front of her house for what felt like ages before making it here, but he still had the thought of running away. of pretending like, maybe, this was a joke. why would she have said yes to him, to all of this, anyway? and then, without even a knock, the door swung open. “uh, hey,” he said, a grin widening his lips. 

[lucianayg-blog]

📺

“He wanted a war, let’s make sure he’s the casualty.”

[activevalkyrie]

areallifetinkerbell

♔Nora was just a walkin' down the street humming and singing a song when the chorus seemed to come up. Of course, in an attempt to see if she could create a flash mob(no not really but she did think that'd be cool)when the chorus appeared she pointed to the nearest person.

"Alright, take it away!"