#thread tag.

[sprrcw-a]

@sidechosen​ || cont’d

                 ❝     𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃     𝙲𝙰𝙽     𝙸     𝚂𝙰𝚈,     𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙴𝚁     𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙴     𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚃𝙾𝙽.     𝙸     𝙰𝙼     𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂     𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻     𝙾𝙵     𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴𝚂.     ❞     there     was     no     malice     when     𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂’     former     title     left     the     𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽’s     lips     but     sparrow’s     eyes     were     as     black     as     coal.     too     many     monsters     lurked,     he     wished     to     say     and     neither     were     quite     is     own     he     wanted     to     add.     instead,     he     took     a     swing     at     the     almost     empty     tankard     and     let     the     fine     rum     burn     his     throat     and     its     vapor     cloud     his     mind.     ❝     lets     just     say...     i     don’t     let     them     blacken     my     heart     despite     whatever     thoughts     you’ve     assumed     about     me.      ❞

[greatinu]

THREADS

italics are starters / replies i’ve yet to tend to, bold are replies i’ve done

@missninetails​

@x-blood-chronicles-x​

@timidplum​

@craneguard​

@bykaleolani​

@umbralrosa​

@deddomun​

@warmreign cont’d ask

@stingdbee​

@fcarher​

@hossuru​

@firewitchkaia​

@ofinari​

@solivcgant​

if i’m missing a starter from one of you lovelies, lemme know. B)

[medespace]

        '  when’s  your  anniversary  then  ?  ’      he  said,  raising  an  eyebrow  at  the  clearly  young  woman  before  him.   he  hadn’t  expected  coming  to  this  small  town  to  help  his  father’s  old  friend  to  be  this       stressful       or    ridiculous. 

        @brenheir    /    sc.

[hornedkida-blog]

        ' it’s  almost  pretty. ’  dark  sunglasses  hide  darker  shadows  under  his  eyes,  as  the  sun  rises  over  the  isle.    his  legs  swing  like  ever  so  slightly  over  the  ledge  on  which  he  is  perched,  a  pendulum  that  has  lost  its  momentum . .    time  marches  on.    glove  covered  hands  behind  him  hold  him  up.   he  almost  looks  relaxed,  but  as  always,  there’s  something  slightly    wrong    in  the  way  he  carries  himself.

        '  almost.    if  you  forget  for  a  moment, ’  

                  @grimhildeheir    /    sc .

[museriants-blog]

   -- grieving mother,  PAINTED with a face of  forced  POLITENESS,  does she stand before the shorter male, her paws gripped firmly upon the yellow flyer in her hand.   she has no need for the monetary reward;  (it’s a personal reason she wishes to enter,)  but first, she has to meet with the person responsible.

                      “ -- Mister Moon, correct? Are you still accepting auditions?” || @charllatan.

[hollowbled-blog]

@aguiila

        “...it’s a useless effort,” she tells him. He probably hadn’t even noticed her presence until she spoke. In front of them, two other Fraccion look close to fighting it out, “They argue all of the time.” Once his attention is on her, Xenia looks back towards him, propped up against the wall, arms limp by her sides. Her posture is loose - a bit too comfortable for many people tastes. 

        “If you join in, it’ll just bother others. What will be the point in that?”

[timbersnek-blog]

    “ -- it’s kinda rude to stare.  y’ gonna tell me what that’s all about? “ || @solcorleonis.

[medespace]

      '  alright,  kid.  ’    ryan  stood  at  the  end  of  the  young  man’s  hospital  bed,  and  couldn’t  help  but  see  himself  from  twenty  years  before  in  a  similar  position.  ‘  how’re  things     feeling    ?  ’

        @hawkinsjock     /     sc.