#thrillvibin

[howthesleeplesswander]

surprise starter for @thrillvibin owo/

Crisp wind battered Mishka's skin, carrying the symphony of nightlife up from the streets far below where he ran across the rooftops of Sobena's densely-packed buildings. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, but not because he was on the job tonight. No, this was a different kind of excitement. A much better kind.

Upbeat music soon joined the sounds of car engines and honking. After a few more rooftops, Mishka walked fearlessly to the edge to survey the crowds outside the nightclub across the street. Like his eyes were magnetized to the one person he always sought, he immediately spotted Sasha just down the sidewalk from the line waiting for entry.

An eager buzz filled his chest as he scaled the fire escape at the back of the building, then crossed the street towards the club. His attention hardly left Sasha all the while: faced away from him, seemingly preoccupied with his phone—and, well, if he was going to make it so easy, how could Mishka resist a bit of fun?

He didn't even need to try to conceal his approach thanks to the thumping bass pouring out from the entrance. Once he was right behind his distracted friend, Mishka leaned down and spoke in Sasha's ear, "Waiting for someone?"

[lionfanged]

BABY STARTER CALL. // @thrillvibin

" not to be presumptuous, but i believe you have the wrong address. "

[idyllicserendipity]

ﾐ @thrillvibin liked for a starter with Jinu! 彡

THE CITY OF SOBENA was unfamiliar grounds to the demon and the rest of his kind. And he supposed that this was why he alone had been sent here for the time being. And perhaps in their King's desperation, it had seemed wise to explore territories where the HONMOON'S influence was just a little weaker.

And so here he was, appearing as nothing more than some tourist taking in the sights. His gaze flitting from one SOUL to another, as he deemed just which ones would be easy enough to express deliver back for GWI-MA'S consumption. Already noting numerous targets, that his kind could so easily snatch right back into the demon realm, should they so choose.

And eventually, one would even end up running right into him by accident. Though, he suppose he had been fairly... unnoticeable. With how quietly he had been strolling down this street, and just how much he blended into the dark that night. Even with the neon lights all around them, Jinu really was no more than a shadow when compared to those that lived here-- including this guy.

"Are you alright?" He couldn't help but chuckle, as he offered his hand out to the guy in question. "Sorry about that, I should have looked where I was going."

[lovlorne]

———— 🖤┊   ❝ IMMA BE SO REAL WIT'CHU, ❞   she scoffs, pinky flicking flared nostril ridges.   ❝ they coulda given me more for impromptu performing. did you see the way some of those men ogled me? they should be grateful for the business when people's pics drop. oh well, ❞   she sighs wistfully, shoving her hands into hoodie pockets to thumb through the hundreds she earned in tips.   ❝ it ain't every day you get a girl like me on stage without signing papers. ❞   

which, of course, required her to disguise herself and her brand, in turn reducing how much they were willing to pay for a last - minute substitute with no paperwork and no guarantee the entertainment would even be subpar. she delivers, as always, but mostly for the fans, the lights, the flash of cameras, and the gaping jaws of men with with similarly gawking wallets. they made up for it.

he hadn't steered her wrong   ( yet ),   but a life of luxury left her skeptical. if the food was good, the store should be visible, right?    ❝ if you say so, man. i'll try anything once, ❞   her stomach was hardier than most, a little secret she kept to herself. his goading would garner but an eyeroll, a dismissive shrug, and a spreading smirk framed by pomegranate lips.   ❝ chill. i ain't say anythin' bout being responsible. but yeah, i'm hungry. i'm down. i can pay if you 'forgot' your fuckin' wallet again. ❞   

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[crueliste]

" i wasn't being delicate. i was making fun of you, " the words are spoken casually, his tone remaining cheery and all of it punctuated with a poke on the tip of sasha's nose. the executive sits on the edge of the table, crossing his legs and grabbing another corn puff from the bag held in his other hand.

" but don't worry, it really brings out the hue. i would know, we almost match in eye color, huh? " he laughs, shoving the crinkling bag into his pocket before laying back against the table, crushing whatever items might have been on it underneath. " i'm so boooored. i have to wait for this one guy to emerge from his little hiding spot. you know how boring it is to just lounge around night after night? is it too much to ask to want some action? " / @thrillvibin / cont.

[jigento]

if anyone were to ask how it happened, he genuinely wouldn't have a solid answer, or an answer that would have been easily believed. he had slipped into the elevator thinking it would take him up to one of the bridges connecting the higher levels, but instead, he found himself faced with the front desk of what looked to be some kind of business. by the time he fully realizes that he's not supposed to be up here, the elevator door shuts. the only button to call it back up required an id badge-- which he definitely didn't have. eyes scan the main entryway: high ceilings, walkways that cross over one, weaving intricate patterns the higher up you climb. the sight alone causes the room to spin, making him uneasy on his feet.

starter for : // @thrillvibin

[stardecrossed]

「 ✦ 🎬 ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ ˎˊ˗ @thrillvibin ✦ 」

    ❝That is a crazy thought, actually – I can't just get up and be unemployed again just because my boss had another weird 'business idea',❞ despite not disproving any of the points sent his way, a sense of defensiveness swelled in him that was impossible to ignore – not because Rody felt as if only he had the right to brickbat his employer ––which he would never admit to anything of the sort, whether it was true or false–– but because Sasha didn't walk even a meter in his shoes when it came to his backbreaking job (not that he could have, Rody mused). Holding unto the pillow to his heart & pouting, the image the brunette rendered was nothing short of adorable to any onlookers as he unwound on his pal's bed. No matter the amount of grievances he ventilated, it was easy to open up to someone like Sasha – call it attentiveness, call it a good listening ear, for Rody he just felt like he would almost never gets judged for the weird decisions he made in this lifetime. Maybe less so if he made such silly errors in another life, but neither could know anything about that.

    ❝Now get this, Vincent decided that I somehow wasn't fast enough with the orders? Whatever that means – and he decided on his own that I have to use roller-blades at work from now on for 'increased productivity and efficient work environment',❞ continuing his tale of woe as he moped into the soft cushion, the last part was to mimic the insulted chef, trying to get just the right notes for his flat intonations & the draw of words that seemed to be the least efficient way to deliver a message to be heard, but he got the manner of his voice down to a T. ❝But it's not my fault they're so hard to use on those slippery floors! And when I spilled a drink on someone & he got mad at how I handled apologizing.❞ The saving grace was that he deduct anything from my paycheck, but this is so uncalled for.

[howthesleeplesswander]

another surprise starter for @thrillvibin bc jfc mishka is the most pathetic, needy muse i've ever had and that's saying something aslfjsd

"So...you probably have questions, right?"

Only a few pieces remained of their pizza, the box mostly empty where it sat atop the mattress between their splayed legs. Normally Mishka didn't care for the food at Strexa—it always felt too fancy, like it was trying too damn hard—but even though it wasn't nearly as greasy or cheesy as either of them preferred, the pizza had still tasted like heaven after days of starvation while in captivity.

From the moment he'd been taken, Mishka had known that nothing would ever be the same (assuming he even made it out alive). The secret was out. Over a decade of lies, of trying so hard to protect Sasha from all of this...and now he was so far beyond involved. Why did Mishka have to be so fucking selfish?

He never would have guessed how much Sasha had changed while he was gone. And now that he was back, for the first time since...hell, since childhood, probably—they'd actually talked. Really talked. About them, their relationship, their wants and feelings, and everything that had gone wrong. All because Sasha had been so afraid of losing him. (The way Mishka's heart couldn't help but flutter at that thought was pretty damning evidence of his own problems.)

But even counting all of that...

He wasn't sure that Sasha would even want to talk about the rest. At least, maybe not yet—not after everything they'd already shared. Still, the whole "assassin" thing was the last elephant in the room. The least Mishka could do after everything Sasha had confessed was try to clear the air once and for all.

"About all this, I mean," he clarified, twirling a hand in the air to indicate the room, the entire tower, and everything that meant. His arm flopped back down around the other's shoulders where he was tucked into Mishka's uninjured side, giving a gentle squeeze. "You can ask, if you want. I won't lie to you anymore."