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[shimmerfang-impact-moved]

@fxtelism-- closed starter

With a final push of Ivar’s blade, slowly sinking into flesh, the soldier took a shuddering breath and moved no more. Several other bodies lined the walls of the alleyway, all rendered dead by his hand. It made him so, so happy to think that they spent their last moments watching their comrades be brutally murdered... if only they’d taken Ivar’s offer to join the Red Sea. Upon hearing footsteps, he turned around with a wide grin, expecting more soldiers. Instead, he was met with the sight of a dark-haired woman with horns protruding from her head.

“oH? wHo MiGhT yOu BE?” The swords still covered in blood remained in his hands, though he didn’t take a position of combat... not yet. “uNfOrTuNaTeLy, ThE bEsT PaRt Of ThE sHoW iS oVeR...”

[kaixtasi-blog]

@zephyrjcksn

“Potato vodka, potato vodka, potato --- dude, I get that you probably miss home and shit, but seriously.” The words were so poetically shouted from within Zephyr’s kitchen upon hearing the sound of the door opening. Had Kai broke into the home while the owner was out? Broke is such a strong word, he preferred saying that he gently picked the lock before the door just happened to swing open. Moving aside various liquor bottles in search of what he most needed that enjoyable evening, he finally plucked the tequila from its hidden spot in the back. Being a good sport, he grabbed a second shot glass before turning on his heel. “You know, you should really consider upping your security. It’s almost like someone could just walk right in here.”

[oxtsider]

@iamragenow​

      Margaret certainly wasn’t expecting a familiar face when she walked through the doors of one of her favorite little dining spots, an adorable bistro far enough away from Altolusso. She least of all anticipated it would be Charles occupying a table, alone. Perhaps even waiting for someone. Margaret paused, tapping her nails in thought while her lips tugged in a disappointing frown --- company wouldn’t have been rejected, she rather liked talking over dinner --- but if she’d known he was here before, she would’ve reconsidered the bistro altogether. 

     BUT. She shouldn’t be rude. No good would come of that, and the both of them needed all of the good they could get if this was to ever work. “Seems like you and I had the same idea tonight. I didn’t think anyone else knew of this place.” Clearing her throat, Margaret offered a pleasant smile. “So, do you mind if I sit down?” She asked, hand draping along the back of the chair as she waited for his answer, brow raised in anticipation. Surely he wouldn’t deny the invitation.

[ccndles-blog]

Jeff could feel the blood seeping out of him slowly. His wounds weren’t too extreme yet- a broken nose, probably some more broken bones that he could no longer feel, and scrapes across his bare chest. 

He had attempted to crawl away from the monster, to no avail. There was no way he could get out of this room, there wasn’t any form of escape. 

He was going to die, and he knew it too.

“St-stay away from me,” 

He managed to speak, feeling the metalic red liquid trickle into his mouth.

@inhabitor

[lightcfday-blog]

paris is electric | phemera / FB

@ofinfamyandgossip

Hemera was laying down in a ridiculously comfortable chair, and her hands were currently being peeled and made pretty. Bonefish were currently working their rather gross magic on her feet, and she was wearing a luxurious robe. Her eyes were covered with cucumber slices, and her skin was covered in a grey goo that was supposed to make her even more beautiful than she already was. Pheme was next to her, of course. Hemera rarely went anywhere without her best friends (either Pheme or Amphitrite) by her side, and today was no different.  Leaning back a bit further in her chair, Hemera let out a soft sigh and turned her head slightly to the side, so that one of the cucumber slices moved and allowed her to see Pheme. “This is paradise. A really, really expensive paradise,” she said, her voice dreamy. “So... Now that we are alone - ish.... What happened last night? You totally disappeared on me at that club for a while. Did anything interesting happen?”

[spiritkiing-blog]

bleeding out | peisus

Where was the hand that he had been holding inside? It had disappeared somewhere in the shuffle, and it worried him. Was the person, who he still firmly believed to be Peitho, still alive? He hoped so. But Dionysus had a hard time expressing himself in coherent thoughts, and the room was still fucking spinning. It just got worse if he closed his eyes, so he tried to keep them open. Which was kinda weird, since he was also really tired and craved sleep.  He could feel someone carrying him inside what he presumed to be an ambulance. Or maybe a truck. Dionysus didn’t really care what it was at that point. But he managed to see that they were carrying someone after him... And soon enough, he was laying side by side with Peitho. He wanted to say something witty, or at least something to lighten the mood, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t get any words out. What was worse was that he could hear the chatter of the paramedics painfully clear, and what they were saying weren’t actually... encouraging. Dionysus just wanted them to shut up. They were disturbing his peace and he wanted to sleep again. In a moment of strength, he tried to reach out his hand and take her’s again. The warmth of her skin had been strangely soothing inside the ball room, and he found that he... Missed it. Or whatever.

@peithowritesdances

[lightcfday-blog]

TEXT CONVO ✉️ Haether

Hemera: AETHER ARE YOU ALIVE?

[spiritkiing-blog]

hallucinations | apolysus

The bed was so comfortable compared to the stretcher. But the room was still fucking spinning, and Dionysus still had problems with actually seeing things properly. If he had to be perfectly honest, he was pretty sure that he was hallucinating. He kept hearing Ariadne’s voice, which was nice enough, if it hadn’t been for the painful fact that Ariadne was not actually with him. So Dionysus just wanted to sleep, so that the goddamn hallucinations would leave him the fuck alone. He didn’t need reminders of better days. Not today, when everything was pretty much shit. A couple of hours passed (or at least that’s what Dionysus assumed) because when he opened his eyes again, he felt considerably more sober. He was not quite sure how he felt about this fact... He was still fairly certain that alcohol had saved his life the night before. A few seconds of confusion passed before he tried to sit up in the bed only to fall back onto the pillows again. What the fuck was going on? He tried once more, but failed again. So he gave up for the time being, and waited for someone to come to him instead. Eventually, he spotted a familiar figure in the door way, and a crooked smile spread on his lips, happy to finally see someone he actually liked.

@kaleb-apollo-payne