#thread 001

[jxlter]

@robustdragonheart

SNAP

it's the sound the flimsy wooden sword she found herself in possession of made the moment it broke over her knee. she's not happy that much was clear, her teeth ground as she took in her surroundings. she was weakened, no weapon, but the fire that raged inside her heart was still lit (even if she couldn't summon it).

this doesn't seem like a singularity or a lostbelt and my powers are all gone

calm and rational behavior was never her strong-suit. she'd rather fight her way our than anything else. she finally lets out a large sigh, the rage building up to the point where she finally throws her hands up in the air and almost screams at the top of her lungs in frustration.

' where in the hell am i?! '

[kinkyandswcct]

         clara had gone out of her way to have a good time. she’d had alcohol, she’d danced, she’d laughed and taken selfies with her friends. but by four am she was dying to ditch them and they were still dead set on bar hopping. so she used cigarettes as an excuse to slip past the back door, instantly pressing her back to the brick wall as she inhaled some fresh air. even with the door shut, the loud music was audible, though far more tolerable. the dove imprinted upon the inside of her wrist was itchy again. she’d covered it with an elastic band most of the night. fucking soulmate marks. looking up she noted she was not alone. “do you happen to have a lighter?” 

[wzhao]

@je0n-minyoung

Já não bastava estar no segundo pior emprego da sua vida além do horário (de novo) — perdendo só para o de engraxate na estação King's Cross de Londres —, Warren ainda era capaz de ver nuvens carregadas da janela do escritório do editor-chefe, o enviado do submundo Sr. Tao. Achava que, mesmo assim, conseguia sair do prédio da editora à tempo de chegar em casa sem se molhar. Ledo engano. Depois de duas viagens de metrô intacto, ele provou da fúria de Zeus quando iniciou a subida no morro que precisava pegar para chegar até o prédio onde morava com a namorada. As gotas vinham grossas e agressivas, tornando as lentes dos óculos do Zhao praticamente inúteis. Inconvenientemente, o temporal não podia combinar mais com o estado atual de sua vida, então ele só interpretou como uma piada de mau gosto do universo. Quando passou pela portaria e pegou o elevador do prédio residencial, já deixava algum rastro da água da chuva, mas não tinha o que fazer, além de ter pressa para se enfiar logo debaixo do chuveiro para se esquentar — o que faria assim que passasse pela porta de entrada, que estava incomumente fechada, arrancando confusão de sua parte, e uma série de batidas logo na sequência. "Babe, pelo amor de Deus, tô congelando aqui fora, abre logo essa porta"

[olivertt]

Uma esfera do tamanho da bola 8 se alojava em sua garganta enquanto segurava a clássica plaquinha de boas-vindas no aeroporto, esperando a dona do nome escrito nela, @estrclla, chegar. Apenas um dos fones estava pendurado no ouvido para que não perdesse atenção em seu redor, aí conforme assistia as pessoas descerem das escadas rolantes, Chopin dava a trilha sonora. Não sabia como a garota era — ou melhor, como ela estava —, então só lhe restava ficar ali entre algumas outras pessoas que aguardavam com o mesmo propósito. O que podia fazer para compensar a pobre descrição que Dona Heather lhe dera era olhar para toda garota branca e loira que aparecia, esperando que a que procurava viesse até si para voltar à faculdade... Ele estava há um bom tempo no aeroporto.

[raine-woof]

Location: London, UK @happy-mediium​

Raine watched the apartment they had lived in for the past one and a half year with less appreciation than when they had first moved in. It seemed almost haunted now, cursed in a sense. They sighed, threw the final box into the back of the moving car - which was just the biggest truck they could buy with their money that fitted most of their collective things - and knocked on the window to the front. “Do ye want to drive? Because maybe it’s a good idea if I take the first few hours till we get outta the UK and back on the right side of the road,” they joked. It was going to be an adjustment, or so for Raine than for Benji. The road thing at least, the moving to Norway thing was going to be an adjustment for the both of them. 

But they couldn’t stay in London no longer. Raine couldn’t lay awake another night knowing how much pain the city might bring their boyfriend. A mutual decision, but in Raine’s eyes, mostly in favour of Benji’s state of being. They wouldn’t be left behind though, wherever Benji went, Raine was sure to follow. “Ye can navigate, if ye want,” they added with a smirk. 

[sylvesterkowalski]

The meeting had already dragged on considerably longer than he’d budgeted for. One of the reasons Sylvester had gotten to the position he was in was because he ran a tight ship — he got up every morning at 5, hit the gym for an hour, and was in his office ready for the day by 7:30 at the latest. He hated to waste time. He could feel it, ticking against his skin, like a heartbeat running out of pulses.

“That’s enough for today, guys,” he said, almost cutting off one of his executives as the man desperately tried to suggest the same reboot of a nineties sitcom Syl had rejected five times already. “Go do whatever it is I pay you to do. Valleria, would you mind staying behind?”

[assumegod]

it wasn’t unusual for the tables to be turned it such a manner that it presented an entirely different game. although the board was now upside down, so to speak, with its pieces scattered it was still very much the same game overall. perhaps it might take the king and its pawns a different direction nonetheless, but the end result could very well be the same. there was much to be said for just how, in the grand scheme of things, fyodor felt about this new unwilling experience, the lack of control which came with it, but a few new rules to the game may just prove to the most interesting addition thus far. 

he knew only too well that the subject of his observation was aware of being watched. although it was never made apparent, he knew. he knew that they knew, that they knew he knew, as well. a twister of truths but ultimately rather simple. nothing less than the greatest detective in the world, so to speak. he was bound to be so aware. they had already discovered, they both so acutely aware of everything that we can only ever say the knowledge gained was in fact mutual, that they both lived in the same ward. close, in fact. neighbours, if you could believe it. a rat beside a cat. 

but how much was the detective banking on the effortless slide of his rival into the seat before him, at the small dessert shop on the corner of one of archimedes’s streets? likely rather high. had he even expected the visit? perhaps he’d anticipated it sooner or later, that fyodor truly would simply take that booth with him and lean across the table with a wide grin, bitten fingertips pressed to his chin as he simply smiled. the fluorescent light cast their reflections into the dark window at their side, mimicking ranpo’s frame, his food, as well as fyodor and his thinner and more ghoulish stature. for a moment there was simply silence besides that of silverware against glass. until 

“ you seem to be settling in well, detective. “ // starter for @hyperdetect​

[nicomatthiasaguilar]

nico was rarely in this part of town. in fact, he all but made a habit of avoiding it — too many trendy cafes, poorly photocopied gig adverts and people trying too hard to look like they weren’t trying at all. he was a man who very much preferred to stay in his comfort zone — and his comfort zone was wherever he had absolute control over his environment. but his company had been looking becoming a silent partner in a promising start-up and he’d insisted on checking out the premises personally. he hadn’t gotten to where he was without doing his research.

which was how he found himself in an unfamiliar neighborhood, walking half a block behind a very familiar head engaged in an interesting conversation with a slightly less familiar head.

the familiar belonged to jude castellano, the daughter of some acquaintances of his. the other, he was fairly certain, was her cousin. and their topic of conversation had caught his attention, sending his mind spiraling down impossible trains of thought.

after a moment of eavesdropping, he began to feel a little like a creep — something he definitely didn’t appreciate. “jude,” he called out, putting on a burst of speed to catch up to the young woman. “i don’t know if you remember me — nico. aguilar. i don’t think i’ve seen you since your parents’ christmas party in ... must have been 2018. good to see you again.”