#s: tbd

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

Lights, Camera, Action! | closed starter with @killdream

There are four things Catalina Cisneros never leaves her apartment without: a tube of her signature shade of lipstick, a killer pair of heels, a pistol that she straps to her leg in a holster, and enough confidence to make the perfect person waver. Tonight, all three are in her possession, despite the horrific circumstances.

“I know that’s a gun in your pocket, but I’d like to think you’re happy to see me, guapo,” she teases, her voice taking on a low, seductive quality as she speaks her native tongue. It’s something she does intentionally, and her heels click on the pavement as she walks towards Matias. Catalina walks with purpose; she knows exactly what she wants, and she isn’t afraid of that fact. She isn’t afraid of who she is. (It’s all an illusion. Catalina is sloshing with self-loathing now that Umbrella’s wretchedness has come to light, and she wants to hurt everyone who ruined her life, but she masks it well.) “Any luck finding Tube Top and Sergeant what’s-his-face?”

When the response comes, Catalina smirks a little. Though the femme fatale illusion is partially that - an illusion - she's genuinely intrigued by the other. She hopes she intrigues him, too, at least a little. She loves to be the mirage, the woman haunting the narrative, a navy blue blur, and she hikes her dress up to step over the puddle to continue following Matias.

"Shame. Guess we'll have to go it alone," Catalina states. Her voice makes it clear that she's anything but disappointed. The vixen is a role she knows well, and curtain call has not come for the actress just yet. Besides, he seems to know something about what's going on, and her thirst for information is damn near insatiable tonight. Umbrella is going to pay for what they've done, one way or another. "We'll see if you're on my level. I'm headed to the hospital." She blows Matias a kiss; her eyes are perpetually scanning the horizon for obstacles. She unholsters her pistol, and she makes a show of it, too. Catalina leads the way. The route isn't extremely familiar to her, but she's a quick learner. "You're coming with? Good. Then it's a date, muñeco."

[oliverindies-blog]

closed starter for @ktsindies

Checking the watch on his wrist, Joshua pushed open the door to his usual coffee shop, hoping that the line was relatively short. Running late for work was a pretty usual occurrence, and as a PA for one of the more wealthy CEO’s in NYC, he most certainly couldn’t come in every day empty-handed. While waiting in line (thankfully small), his phone pinged, reminding him of his own lateness. Ignoring that, he checked twitter and waited patiently for his turn at the counter.

Once his order was placed, he could feel himself becoming impatient. Mr. Samuels was a pretty understanding man most days, but God forbid it was a bad one. Rough around the edges was more than an understatement.

The barista handed him his coffee, as well as his boss’, and he turned to leave the small cafe. Unfortunately for him, it seemed like he was designed to be late for his work day -- made known to him when he bumped into a very solid body, readily spilling coffee on both his suit and his expensive shoes. A few patrons gasped around him, and he had to quickly apologize to whomever he’d bumped into because this coffee was hot and --

The world flashed around him, the grey-scale walls suddenly a medium creme, the tables a dark oak, the sleeve of his dress shirt a bright, eye-catching blue. Eyes wide, Josh found similar ones to his own, and he had to admit... hazel was his new favorite color.

“I... I am so, so sorry. I’m such a klutz--  I-- are you alright?” He swallowed thickly, “I didn’t get anything on you, did I?”

[positanos]

whistling down the river

Grass bends under his feet, wet and soft, curling around his toes. Caiya stops, digs his feet into the mud — it’s cold, but it’s welcomed. He steps forward, until it’s only mud he steps on, forward, jumping down to the shore of the river, forward, down the bend of the mud-hill, until his ankles are in the water. Further, further, up to his knees. Small rocks press against his feet, but he doesn’t resist it, only steps down against them with more of his weight.

Caiya closes his eyes, dips his fingers and his hands down into the cold water. It’s a relief that there’s no one around, after wandering out so far — he’s got nothing to say to anyone, only wants to touch the river.

Against his hands, the water moves a little faster. He can smell smoke coming back from the village, smells roasting corn and fish. He breathes in deep, the cool of the water spreading inside him, like the ripple of a stone in still water. It feels like the water around his fingers is shaking.

Something — a voice by his ear — tells him to open his eyes. Caiya does, and it’s his hands shaking in the water. A boat bigger than he’s ever seen glides across the water — toward him, toward the village. Sails hoisted in the air, moving faster than he realized they could. He doesn’t know what to do. He should go back, but he can’t make himself move. It feels like his feet are stuck in the mud. There have been boats before, he knows the stories, but never by their end of the river. The boat gets closer, and as he sees the shadows on deck turn into men that Caiya realizes they’ll be able to see him, too, if they haven’t already. Behind him, around him he hears the rest of the tribe realize what’s coming. The sweet smelling smoke is burning, now. He needs to get back.

His legs come back from the dead, and he’s racing back, his heartbeat a drum in his ears.

[adsperitas]

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

Matthias was on the phone with his mother. He thought that Aurelia had fallen asleep hours ago; he thought that it was the best time to quietly talk to his mother about what he’d been doing, what they’d been doing.

“No, Mom, I— no, I do think I’m doing the right thing,” he paused, his mouth screwing up a little, “No. Mom, no, listen to me, please, just listen to me.” Anyone that knew him would know that he was starting to get frustrated; that not being listened to was one surefire way to get him agitated. His voice was getting a little bit louder, a fraction more forceful, though still stayed in the range of ‘quiet’. “I know it’s not what you want for me, but this is what I want for myself.” He clenched his jaw as his mother started talking again, loud enough it could be heard from the receiver into the empty room. “No. I love them both. You’re not changing my mind.” Matthias closed his eyes as his mother started to talk more forcefully. “No, Mom, no I— no, listen to me. Listen to me. I’m— if you’re not going to listen I’m going to hang up.”

More rapid talking from the receiver.

“I’m hanging up now,” he said, “No, I told you I would. I’m hanging up. Bye, Mom.”

He let out a measured breath, rolled his shoulders — trying to release some of the tension built up in them in a benign manner — and looked to the doorway feeling that there was someone there before he saw them. “Oh, I…,” his words petered out, “How long have you been standing there, Aurelia?”

[ofcrownsguard-blog]

                                        @undyingwitness ( from here x )

                                A small smirk weaseled it’s way into his features, expecting this kind of response from the fellow guardian before him. “ Only a fool this time, huh? That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me so far. We’re makin’ progress here. “

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

Pick a Shakespeare quote about love that I love!

“I do love nothing in the world so well as you — is not that strange?”

“So you are to my thoughts as food to life.”

“I would not wish any companion in the world but you.”

“I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.”

“The very instant that I saw you did my heart fly to your service.”

“For where thou art, there is the world itself.”

“To you I give myself, for I am yours.”

Option 8 (see text of this post)

“My love is a fever, longing still.”

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Voting ended onFeb 14, 2025

Option 8: "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

- pinning   them   against   the   wall   to   keep   quiet (@ Sherry?)

“Mmph!” Sherry grunted as her back hit the wall. She hadn’t meant to talk so openly about her history, but was that really called for? Bright blue eyes landed on Helena, and she rolled them. “Hey! What was that for? If you wanted me to be quiet, you could’ve just said so.”

Sherry got the memo regardless, so she didn’t waste time asking incessant questions about it. She quieted down as she listened for their targets’ voices, yet she caught nothing. She could only fixate on her quickening pulse and shaky breaths — and the proximity of Helena….

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

you're having fun, right? /for sherry!

Sherry looked at the crowd of partygoers surrounding them. 'Fun' wasn't the word she'd have used to describe this scene, what with the taste of cheap liquor on her tongue and the music blaring far too loud, but she couldn't say that to Ashley. The other's heart probably would've broken into millions of pieces if she did so, and President Graham didn't hire Sherry to be brutally honest. She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders.

"This isn't really my style,' Sherry admitted, "but if you're happy, then I'm happy, too."

Sherry tugged her soft cardigan over her hands. It had been borrowed from a friend's closet, and it didn't fit her perfectly. Because of that, she could retreat into the garment when the party overwhelmed her. Bright blue eyes never failed to look over every person with a heavy dose of skepticism. Sherry had only drank one drink - on a job as important as this one, she couldn't afford to fail.

"What about you? Are you having a good time? If you aren't, then I don't mind leaving."