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[deadn30n-arch]

🌿、· ⋆ 。 starter call ╏ @venstm

Shen   Qingqiu   sits   precariously   on   his   knees   behind   his   desk.   in   front   of   him   sits   a   freshly   brewed    &&    still   steaming   cup   of   green   tea,   but   he   can't   bring   himself   to   enjoy   it.   today,   he   finds,   is   one   particularly   hot   day   that   has   him   fanning   himself   just   to   ward   off   the   sweat   beading   on   his   forehead.   he   attempts   to   maintain   his   dignified   appearance   the   best   that   he   can,   but   he   knows   that   sooner   or   later…   it's   going   to   crumble.   he   just   hopes   that   no   one   will   see   that,   and   not   especially   his   most   treasured   disciple.   because   he   knows   damn   well   the   minute   he   shows   any   signs   of   discomfort,   Bing   He   will   be   on   top   of   him   like   a   fly   on   shit,   and   for   once   Shen   Qingqiu   really   wants   breathing   room    (    probably   because   it's   so   damn   hot   and   binghe   is   much   too   large   for   his   own   good    ).    i'll   die!   he   thinks   to   himself.   i'll   suffocate   and   overheat   and   die   if   he   touches   me!   he's   too   big!   he   gives   off   too   much   heat!   his   internal   laments   continue   well   into   the   peaceful   afternoon    –    knowing   damn   well   that   Binghe   is   going   to   show   up   at   any   given   moment   because   he   can't   be   away   from   his   precious   Shizun's   side   for   more   than   five   minutes   before   metaphorically   flattening   like   an   anthill   being   stepped   on,   and   crying.

[poswiecenia]

( 📜 ) COMING ACROSS KAVEH in such a state was not unusual or odd , as much as he hated to admit it. seeing a group of kaveh's . . sponsors ( less than before , how worrying . . but such a relief regardless ) leave the space that had been booked at least weeks in advance. swiping a keycard from one of the hostesses he swipes himself inside , taking note of everything in and out of place ; frowning at the food tossed all over the place. his nose scrunches in distaste 'fore his gaze finds kaveh himself , disheveled and unconscious ( so he hopes ).

REMOVING A CLEAN towel from a rack close to the front door he takes quiet steps toward the blonde , crouching down while avoiding actually kneeling onto the dirtied floor. this had been routine for him , always tracking kaveh down so that he can look after his . . nafasam as he knows his nafasam won't do it himself. his main sponsor couldn't be trusted --- he's just as cruel as those who hired kaveh out this evening.

ALHAITHAM EXHALES OUT through his nose as he carefully removed the collar around kaveh's neck via the keycard in hand , looking down at him as fingers , almost featherlight as they brushed against the brand 'pon his sun's neck. he'd never seen the sun in person but he'd read in books that it was warm and bright --- just like kaveh , even if he didn't know it.

FRINGE FALLS IN his face as he looks off to the side 'fore his gaze returns to kaveh himself , beginning to clean him up with the towel as his thumb carefully and gently brushes tears away from the blonde's cheeks. he wasn't personally perfect with make up but he did his utmost to fix it for him 'fore carefully peeling open his jacket to note the bruising that would be no doubt difficult later. ribs broken or bruised , he couldn't tell.

HOWEVER . .   

TEETH ARE REMOVING the cap to the medicine that he had on hand , one of his many sponsors made sure that he had what he needed ( ridiculous in his mind , all things considered --- he was disposable as much as he was important . . didn't matter how roughed up he got ; as long as he could sing , no ? ) in the way of amenities. turqouise eyes glance to the other as he stirs as he injects the substance into his body , knowing it would be uncomfortable for kaveh but the pros completely outweigh the cons and one of those alhaitham could handle.

HIS TONGUE WAS sharp whenever he got caught helping the blonde out -- growing tired of explaining himself over and over but perhaps it could get into his pretty little head this time.

( very unlikely. )

     ❛ RELAX & DON'T MOVE. your ribs are still tender.    ❜

@venstm gets this from alhaitham to kaveh ( alien stage ! )

[armoredone]

prompts ( always accepting ) @venstm: “Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

Despite being a trained warrior Reiner couldn't mask his complexion very well, and the burning on his cheeks was nearly always visible if he allowed himself to get caught up in his emotions. With Bertholdt? It was easy to get caught, relaxing side by side, the taller boy curved in their bunk with him sprawled across his chest, not unlike the way they used to grasp at one another as boys, fearful of the future and yet finding solace with one another during the quieter moments. It was exactly like that, their fellow Scouts were out and about, and while the two of them had only took the oath recently, the sudden change in their mission had taken its toll. Reiner felt himself slipping more often, minutes turned to hours of veiled memories, blacked out in his mind only returning to see his best friend's worried expression.

He was scared, petrified, but he kept a brave face on, only taking Bertholdt in his arms and holding on for dear life, breathing in his scent, the familiar form of his body against his own and fighting the feelings that plucked at his heartstrings, the hard hidden truths of how he felt whenever his comrade decided he was worthy enough for a rare smile. Yes, his heartbeat was loud, and his face was warm and all Reiner could do was bury his face into the hair atop Bertholdt's head, his hold on him tightening.

Reiner learned long ago that he loved holding him, that it felt right, that the emotions he felt whenever Bertholdt stretched and a patch of skin came visible to him were true and not some act he crafted whenever he disappeared into himself. Perhaps that was why he was so adamant about this cuddling session? Was the mental strain coming to a breaking point? Was the guilt he felt about leaving Bertholdt to pick up the pieces of his messes getting to him? For just one fleeting moment he wanted to actually be reliable. He wanted to hold the person he cared about the most and take away any burden he felt. He wanted to hoist Bertholdt in his arms and make him proud, happy, loved. For once he'd take care of him, instead of the other way around.

Tears prickle at his vision, and he reaches up to wipe them away quickly, arms returning to their rightful spot wrapped around the other's tall frame. " Sorry if it's keeping you awake. " He mutters, ghosting his lips along the crown of his head. He knew that Connie and the gang could walk in at any moment and while hearing Ymir make jokes about the position they were in sounded awful he couldn't bring himself to let go. " My heart likes it when I hold you like this . . . I like holding you like this. " It was as much as a confession he was willing to put out there, the words he actually wanted to say buried far too deep to ever see the light, and yet he feels them, they shine in the amber color of his gaze, they radiate from every touch he offers.

If he wasn't brave enough to say it, he could at least allow himself to feel it, and hope that maybe Bertholdt felt it too . . . even if he didn't deserve it.

[essencefluxed]

' listen carefully to what i'm about to say . ' deep inhale. ' men ain't shit. ' / musicverse akali ( my girl will always find a reason to talk smack about kayn ✊ )

“Thanks, Akali. Very cool.”

His back arches backwards; hands resting on his hips as it cracked audibly in three places, the teal haired popstar leaning back comfortably, but not before grabbing his iced coffee from the table and fiddling with the straw before sipping from it. This whole thing with Kayn was confusing—he always seemed to be, well…Ezreal had a hard time figuring it out. Kayn was always so spontaneous—but like a bomb that could explode over and over again. Sometimes, it felt like Kayn wanted him around all the time and other times it felt like…he didn’t want anything to do with him.

“I just…I dunno. I don’t what we are ‘cause it feels like I’m getting mixed messages all the time!” Were they dating? Just fucking around? The more he thought about it, the more and more confusing it had gotten. Air was blown into the straw as he thought, watching and listening to bubbles forming before taking another sip.

“You think this was a bad idea?” He asked; voice lowering to a whisper as brows knitted together in the middle and he stared at the tabletop before looking back up to her. “What do I even say to him? Man—This whole dating thing sucks sometimes…”

[ioronta]

@venstm ─── x.

❛    dan   heng,   ❜   he   calls,   a   faint   whine   tangled   in   his   tone,   and   brows   furrowed   slightly.   ❛    teach   me   how   to   defeat   the   general   at   chess—   i   bet   he's   just   eating   the   pieces   when   i'm   not   looking,   there's   no   way   he's   this   good   !   ❜

[damagecompilation-moved]

mak are you watching Voltron rn ( this is a threat )

this was sent 14 hours ago am i gonna die now

[reallyrandomtj]

Not me randomly realizing/remembering like a days later that @venstm and I ran around Natlan as Diluc and Kaeya only to end up equally confused as to why they were randomly exploding. My dorky self looking around for something agro on us from a distance--

But NOPE... We were both standing in a MINEFIELD like easily distracted dorks that hyper focused on collecting chests/fighting enemies... to notice a clearly marked zone with fertile soul that would be perfect to bury mines in.

[cataschism-moving]

continued from. ✦ @venstm

Declan T. Lynch was made for Harvard halls. He and Adam were dual-headed creatures; both pinned to the magnetic backs of coins, not unlike roaches in their own right stuck upon their backs, scrambling for ground. As Declan has gotten older and away from his life in Henrietta, he’s made a new bed for himself in black suits. It’s his most dangerous wear, very similar to Ronan in that way that it accentuates his eyes. It is not something he does lightly, but this is an important deal, and Declan’s father’s collection is dwindling. Each last sale is a monumental one. He is so close to being done. 

Though, today he wears grey. Just because he knew Adam was looming the halls of Harvard like a poltergeist, playing a side hustle like a hobby. Like rich kids can’t see through that. 

Declan’s eyes wander to Adam’s cards as he spells death. He wonders vaguely if this is meant to be a threat or a hex, but if Adam was smart, he wouldn’t get involved in Lynch threats or the threats made upon Lynches. The last man who made a threat on a Lynch died via phantasm bugs from his wife. Eaten alive, really. It was rather tragic. 

Declan takes the T card to reveal The Tower. His favorite card. The one everyone dreads. The underdog. 

❛ Don’t worry, Adam, I’m not here for you. I just thought I’d stop by and get my cards read. I always do like knowing my future. It makes for good stock market buys. ❜ His buyer wouldn’t be here for another hour and a half. But you always arrive two hours early with a gun in your pocket.

The only difference is that Declan also has a concealed carry permit, because he deals with reality as well as Dreams. He’s sure Adam’s gotten a taste.

❛ May I take a seat, then? ❜