#v tbd.

[onlyvirginsarc]

     @bleuebird​ didn’t ask for this but it’s happening. 

        “ you gotta hold it still, queen v! don’t need ya’ tasing my lips off. need those for kissing. ”  puckering lips, making a kissing sound. cigarette lifted to comedians' lips, settling into its familiar place as hand rose, motioning her forward with the taser.  

[galgher-arc]

it’s not the most appealing looking meal, the smell is something to the imagination but it’s that hopeful smile on young girls features that brings weak spot.  a smile that reminded you of your younger sisters, in the days where there still maintained some sense of innocence in her before losing such to the curse of being a gallagher.  the illusion that all that was good would soon be shattered.   fork meets food, raising some to your mouth, inhaling smell and offering a smile of your own, taking a bite.    it’s not the best but it’s edible. 

        “ it’s not half bad, susie. what would you call this dish? ” 

                 @salmns​

[biteheir]

“ what’s in your heart that makes you follow people ? ” she wants it for herself , she wants the warmth that haku gives instead of the cold that’s surrounded her for her entire life. 

“ what brings people around you ? how do you get people to trust you ? ” / @icecurse.

[nctweak]

      “   YOU HONESTLY THOUGHT  my real name was fox   ?   ”   the girl can’t help but laugh, shaking her head as she smiles. she wasn’t surprised that the other didn’t know   her real name,   only a few people did these days, but she figured   everyone knew   it was only a nickname.   “   first or last  ?   ”

open starter !

[nctweak]

        “  BELLAMY  ━   LOOK AT  me. you aren’t  atlas  or icarus or whatever other greek  super  being you always tell us about. you don’t  need  to carry the world on your shoulders all the time. not  by yourself . alright  ?  ”

@wretchedatlas booped the heart

[appasionato]

@rushplay  asked,  ❝need  a  ride?❞ 

the  black  night  passed  slowly.  it  stretched  and  stretched,  a  bonfire  blazing  on  the  beach,  wisps  of  flame  drifting  through  the  air,  and  the  sea's  breath  combing  through  his  hair  as  he  sat  on  a  rock,  away  from  the  warmed  bodies.  he  did  not  notice  when  people  began  to  dim  and  go  home.  it  was  the  voice  of  another  that  pulled  him  from  the  webs  of  his  mind,  and  conrad  slid  his  gaze  from  dark  waters  to  land.  ❝yeah,❞  he  says  from  his  spot  on  the  stone.  he  may  have  felt  world's  away  tonight  but  he  would  be  a  fool  to  decline:  it  would  take  him  nearly  two  hours  to  walk  from  belle  isle  to  downtown  detroit.  ❝i'll  just  be  a  minute.  meet  you  up  there.❞  the  words,  sounding  more  dismissive  than  he  would  have  liked,  nudge  him  to  say  more.  ❝ ... surprised  your  fan  club  stopped  following  you  around.❞ 

[appasionato]

@mischieflawed sent: 10PM ⋆ a windy beach past public hours , grains of sand mimicking the stars .

the  wind  howls .   a  wave  breaks  against  the  shore  and  conrad  glances  to  his  friend  as  if  he  fell  from  the  moon,   otherworldly  and  utterly  unknown  to  him.   the  beach  is  all  shadow  and  the  faint  glimmer  of  starlight.   the  sound  of  rushing  water  under  darkened  skies  is  normally  a  sanctuary,   but  tonight  the  confusion  rises  and  morphs  into  grim  resentment.   a sigh escapes him.   he  takes  a  fortifying  breath  before  speaking,   a  drip  of  concern  pushing  through  everything  swollen  and  red;   conrad  knows  the  way  he,  too,  falls  away  from  everyone  when  he  goes  dark.     “   you  keep  cancelling  plans.   what's going on with you ?   ”

[nocityfolk]

❛  want to make a deal with the devil?  ❜

@s0fias & *  ―  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 !!

— the cock of an eyebrow & the growth of a deep-seated curiosity wanting to be satiated. jesse's fingers curl around the handle of a mug, posture straightening in sofia's direction & gaze roaming across her face. (no sense of real recognition, though a voice he's trying to ignore urges that he might've seen her before. nowhere significant, it murmurs, but his focus sharpens on her regardless.)

with a laugh & a measured lean forward onto the table in front, he adds, goodhumoured, ‘‘i mean, i'd hafta get something in return, of course. it sounds sorta reckless and, to be honest, i'm not one much for that... all due respect, ma'am.’’