#ofginjxints

[xflashbastardx]

@ofginjxints said: "You don't get to tell me about 'sad'." [X]

A thud rang out over the noise of the pub, the indignant slamming of a whiskey glass on the wooden countertop. Crowley leaned forward in his seat, lip curled into a snarl as he looked Jacqueline up and down. No doubt she had her fair share of sorrows, but Crowley was not in the mood to have his own downplayed.

"Oh?" he sneered.

"And what makes you an expert, eh?"

[bcrrycakes]

CLOSED STARTER for @ofginjxints PLOT: 017. a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside MUSE: juliette "jules" harte, 26, she/her, bisexual, musician

AFTER AN INCREDIBLY LONG TOUR, jules was looking forward to just unwinding. months of back to back to back shows, opening for someone who could only be described as a megastar, had been one of the most eye opening and exciting and completely exhausting experiences of her life. but everyone had assured her that the tour would only help her career. get her name out there, expose her to potential new fans. but for now, it seemed, it was just a waiting game for those benefits to start trickling in. to celebrate the end of the tour, and to get some much needed r&r, jules rented a lakeside cabin where she could unplug and unwind until she was ready to get back to work. her second night in, she had discovered through word of mouth that there was a bonfire party down on the beach. the party was far more appealing than her plan of spending the night reading. and while she was pacing herself, she was definitely a little tipsy and was definitely enjoying spending the night talking with someone who definitely didn't know who she was. somewhere along the line someone had turned up the music, leading jules to reach out for their hand, "dance with me?"

[breakingpromises]

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Continuation of this

It was a dangerous game. Bronson knew that but it was a nonfactor in his mind. He either got what he wanted or she was out of his son's life. It was as easy as that to the man. Then again, when he made as much money as he did and people's lives were literally nothing more than a plaything for him, it created a sense of being untouchable. Couple the amount of years he had been getting away with it all and there was little that truly worried him. He knew that Pinar was interested but just needed a little more. That easy smile appeared and he leaned in a little closer. "I did apologize. Work... well my work takes me off the grid. Unfortunately, contact with just about anyone is near impossible. I wasn't intentionally ignoring you. But, you're right. It's more than one lunch that's needed. Lunch and a no limits shoping spree. Whichever stores you want. Whatever items you want. We can make the day of it and if we are there late enough, I'll buy dinner too. Lady's choice. How does that sound? Hm?"

[illusionxwrites]

closed starter for @ofginjxints | piper x kenneth

"i have feelings for you." the words spilled out so suddenly that piper, for a moment, thought that they came from somewhere else. upon realizing that it was, indeed, her mouth that they came out of, she turned a deep red, bringing her thumb to her mouth to anxiously chew on the nail. "and i think... i've seen you looking at me." her words were bold but she was shrinking into herself, her whole body tense. "or maybe i was just hoping... am i crazy?"

[azafell]

Plotted starter for @ofginjxints [Crowley]

He had a choice to make, and precious little time to do it in before window closed on itself and the choice would be made for him. He was about to walk away! The problem was that, over the span of the past thirty minutes, Aziraphale had had a lot of information to process. Some might even say too much information.

"Crowley WAIT- ", the angel cried out, a slight tremble to his voice. For ages, there had been a war waging inside of him between what was right and what felt right. Today, the final battle in that war was being waged.

He didn't wait to see whether Crowley would stop, a few hurried steps closing the distance between them, hands reaching out and then balling into tight fists right before actually making contact. "-please...wait. I can't do this without you, but -"

- but I have to obey.

The words lay on the tip of his tongue, but he almost didn't dare utter them again. He couldn't begin to count how many times he'd used that argument. It was useless.

"Even if I wanted to...It's the Metatron! I can't very well say: 'Thank you for the opportunity to become Supreme Archangel, but no thank you!' I don't think it's really a question when someone like that asks you to do something."

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

@ofginjxints // ivy & kenneth

Going to his work was a little different, something Ivy really didn't do. They tended to see each other when she needed something and was worried, but this was positive today. It had been as shorter day at work, so after tidying up her classroom and making sure she looked okay, she headed to the station. Okay, maybe the making sure she looked away wasn't the most important part, but maybe she had a little crush on the older man. Maybe. He was so sweet with her, and handsome, maybe she'd just fallen for him, just a little. She was just going to say thank you, that was important to her. Sure she could have called or texted, but, this felt right too.

She felt a little out of place, stepping into the station. In grey t-shirt and long floral skirt, pink heeled boots obvious underneath her skirt, she was quite bright for not a very thrilling location. She even still had her teacher lanyard around her neck, covered in flowers and stickers and chunky beads and bright colours. Ivy hugged the Tupperware container against her stomach, stepping up to the desk shyly.

"Hi, I was wondering if Detective Reeves was in?"

[thefvrious]

@ofginjxints

"Are you real?" Indiana asked, blinking at the being in front of him with all the curiosity one might expect from a toddler experiencing something new for the first time and not from a fully grown young man looking at what appeared to be a human being. He was sensitive to it, though, was certain he had seen something.

[cannib4l-a]

@ofginjxints asked: do you think there’s something wrong with me ? tristan @ connor

connor shook his head, wondering where that came from. " no, of course not. why would yeh ask tha'? " it felt like connor should be the one asking tristan that question, because when he wasn't at the university working his janitorial job, he was at the local club working security. " your latest work is superb, are you having art block ? " he wanted to be there for the man, whatever he needed, whether that was space or perhaps accompanying him on a stroll in the park would do them both good.