#va verse

[littlemissgeddie-blog]

@smileof-lies || from here

Holding the umbrella over the man’s head was a bit difficult, given her short height. Geddie found herself stretching her arms a bit, making sure she wasn’t bumping the man’s head with it.

When he spoke to her, she smiled and tilted her head.

“No sweat,” she replied. “It’s unusually stormy today, and you looked like you could use it.”

With her free hand, she extended her hand toward him for a handshake.

“Geddie Sawyer. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”

[cold-cold-ethyl-blog]

@temperaturecontrol || closed thread

Vacations were always a great thing. They provided the perfect opportunity to get away from the redundancies of life, as well as the questionable people Ethyl often competed with during barrel races.

For this month, she’d chosen to visit Italy. She’d heard it was nice, and a pretty good tourist destination, to boot. Of course, she’d brought along her dog as well--Starr, her beloved Weimaraner. 

After a casual, lazy stroll in the town, Ethyl had stopped by a cafe for a quick bite to eat and a cup of coffee. For a moment, she had to leave her dog’s side to enter the cafe and place her order. She’d already made up her mind to sit outdoors so she could be with her dog.

But for now, she had to grab her coffee while the servers prepared her meal: a small soup and half a sandwich meal, with potato chips and a cookie.

The coffee was self-serve, with the urns sitting on a counter near the cash registers. Ethyl trudged toward it and paused, paper cup in hand.

Her eyes scanned the options before her: French Vanilla, Light Roast, Hazelnut, and Caramel. Which one? She didn’t particularly have a preference. Which one was the best? How was she supposed to know?

[littlemissgeddie-blog]

The Clothes Thread

(( @luminescentlight || closed thread ))

Geddie was bored out of her mind. And combined with  that, she really needed some new clothes. Especially a hat. She loved hats--but the one she wore on a regular basis had grown a little worn.

She was due. And if she remembered correctly, there was a nice-looking clothes place in this town. She hoped someone who worked there would be able to custom-make a hat for her.

With high hopes, Geddie made her way there. The walk was pleasant, thanks to the bright sky and the cool, crisp air. And it wasn’t too long of a walk, either. Geddie often passed this place when she had to go places--but she’d never stopped inside.

Today, it was time.

Grasping the door handle, she pulled open the door to the shop and swept inside.

[littlemissgeddie-blog]

hauntlysweet started following you

“Is that a violin case? Please tell me it is.”

[bourboneyesarchive-blog]

written for lingeringscars.

      “ fuck do they keep the peanut butter in this fucking place               oh, hey, you need me to      or you need to  do  the       yea,          the thing...sorry i... i still don’t really know what to call it...  ”

[ozera-archive-deactivated202409]

"I’m a friend of your sister Sydney’s." he explained. "Christian Ozera. And I promise you, I’m really not the psychotic asshole everyone else says I am. That’s only on Wednesdays. I know my name isn’t exactly a pleasurable topic to some people. Let’s just say I’ve helped a few people get out of a few rough spots; I’ve even helped kill a few Strigoi.” By a little, he meant enough to where he was able to acquire a zvezda mark for his efforts.

[thesageblacksheep]

 When Sydney's name, paired with the word  f r i e n d,  came out of the Moroi's mouth, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She eyed him suspiciously while he debriefed her on his resume of being a badass, then crossed her arms when he stopped.

           "Look, I don't know who you are since I've never even heard of you before, but how the hell does someone like  y o u  know my sister? Let alone as a  f r i e n d  as you claim?"

In defense, Carly instinctively took a step back and brought one hand behind her back to create a fireball he couldn't see. Just in case.

[allroundlostcause]

Janine, Alaric, a training session

"I am not hitting a wo- oof,” Alaric choked out, hitting the ground, barely sparing a moment to wonder how a woman how came up to his bellybutton could land him on his ass every time. What e had to focus on more was not getting knocked on his ass.

"Stop pulling your punches or we’ll never make a guardian of you," Janine argued, bored and annoyed in equal measure, as Alaric got back on his feet; "Rose spoke highly of you, and I’m acutely disappointed."

[allroundlostcause]

three sentence fic: Abe, Alaric, strip club

They agreed that neither Rose, nor Janine, ever needed to hear about the night Zmey blew off an appointment and took his strange new houseguest to a strip club off the interstate for the afternoon.

Or early morning - Alaric had stopped caring about the timezones, and insomnia was becoming relative.

"You’re covered in glitter," Alaric deadpanned, in the limousine back to the royal court, "Edward."