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[miidnighters]

NAME: Brodie UwU altho if u give me a cute nickname i might love u forever

PRONOUNS: she/her

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S): They all rotate thru my mind on the reg like rotisserie chickens but like. I can't deny that Bella and Flynn often come easiest - Lulu too just due to the Aussie of it all.

RP PET PEEVES: Calling it a pet peeve is maybe a bit strong bc I know not everyone thinks the same way I do BUT I pay a lot of attention to the timeline of my threads? So if thread A started first and then we start thread B and something happens in thread B that the other person references in thread A I'm like ???? That hasn't happened yet here lmao

EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS: Lots. Many. I started on tumblr in 2009 but I was on forums and stuff first.

FLUFF, ANGST, or SMUT: I am a fluff girlie thru n thru. I don't mind a little angst but that's not where I find most enjoyment. And smut is something I'm only recently wading into with a few people.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I don't mind either! My sweet spot is like, 2-3 short paragraphs but sometimes one liners is all I have the brain for and sometimes you just gotta pack in the details or context.

TIME TO WRITE: I am an early bird gremlin so I'm usually writing at 5 or 6am, and then throughout the day while I'm at work depending on my workload. You typically won't see me online past like, 4pm tho lmao.

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Lulu doesn't say anything, but there is an amused air about her as she watches Clark nibble at the chips.

As he speaks, though, she nods. Space travel would be cool, she thinks. Sex with aliens, also cool - for the split second before she realises he said fucking with something. Still, she's on board with the whole endeavour. "Would you go? Before it got to the Alien end of the spectrum? Just to see?"

She also immeasurably enjoys the way he says we, as though he too is simply human. Lulu has to wonder if that's some sort of holdover from when he was mostly human. A habit it would take him many more years to shake.

"Oh, I mean there might be. No one I know. We get a few extra years than average but like. Nothing to write home about. Besides, I like my other form." A pause. "You don't have another form? Like, some demonic visage you use to scare people?"

The only response the LOOK gets is a wide, cheeky smile. "Maybe the reviews were good. You don't know." Neither does she, but she thinks he knows that.

Clark takes the offered chips and secures a small handful. He eats them almost daintily, as if he fears the flavored dust will get on his clothing somehow.

❝ Go-to? Humans make it to space. I mean really make it. Star Trek style. They make it and they fuck with something they shouldn't and spur either an intergalactic altercation or bring some sort of parasitic thing back that fucks everyone over. Alien style. ❞ he shrugs one shoulder as he chews through a chip.

❝ We get the timing off but humans predict themselves well enough. Space travel, wars, nukes, AI. It's in the books and the movies and the shows. ❞ the human spirit was the human spirit. For better or worse.

❝ Are any of your kind immortal? There's such a variety of shifters to begin with. ❞ as there seemed to be with just about any supernatural fiend. ❝ I can't imagine dealing with two forms and having to do it for more than a human lifespan. How...tiring. ❞

He gives her a LOOK at the mention of the nudist beach. ❝-—I don't think my lifespan and pattern recognition skills would have aided you in avoiding that anymore than reading some travel reviews might have. ❞

#kxllerblond #x. reply | lulu | ☾

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Normally, Bella would hook an arm around someone's shoulders and pull them in. Given the difference in their size, she hooks an arm around Beck's waist instead, holding him close and leaning up to as tall as she can go to press kisses to the parts of his arms and chest she can reach, enduring the fabric barrier, until he takes pity on her and leans down.

"I love you more than I have ever loved anyone." She feels a small pang for Christopher, her first husband, but even then the love they'd shared pales compared to this. "I'm going to frame this, you know. I'm going to treasure it every second for the rest of my life."

That brings another smile to her face. "Both of us together? I'd like that."

BECK LOOKS INCREDIBLY NERVOUS. Even the smile that breaks out across his features is a little bit nervous, frantic. He nods excitedly as she runs her fingers down the page, eager for her to explore, to judge, to experience the full extent of his devotion—as memorialized through a piece of paper.

"It is beautiful because you are beautiful," he says, open and honest. "I make you feel that way because that is what you are. That is all.—I love you, and—and I love you, and I wanted you to have this."

He looks down at the paper.

"Next, maybe I will make both of us," he muses.

#vitalphenomena #x. reply | bella | ☾ #x. r. | facing the sun {bella && beck} | ☾ #yet again Beck Boy owns my whole heart

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"I like it better this way," Barty insists, as if he didn't also know that Clark would have put way too much time into making something perfect, rather than just messing around with him. "But if you really don't like it, you'll just have to make me another coffee that I can take a photo of."

Barty is eagerly awaiting the handle, his app already switched over to the search page. In a few minutes, Clark will find that the business account has been followed by both the official account for The Cafe, and also an account called TheTimeVamp. Subtelty, as always, is not Barty's strong suit.

"Oh, of course. Lucky bastard." Barty, of course, still had to get places the old-fashioned way. "Oh hell yeah. Boys trip. The Bromance is real."

His lips curl just slightly at the photo. ❝ If I'd know it was going to be public, I would have taken it seriously. ❞ the subtle lament in his tone was obvious.

❝ I don't. I have a business account for my cafes though. If you'd like that, I suppose. ❞ almost reluctantly now pulling out his own phone to pull up the handle to share.

❝ It's hardly a trip to crash. I'm going there for some meetings and coming home every night. ❞ the perks of teleportation being the main meat of one's abilities. ❝ Give me more warning next time and I could manage to drag you along. ❞

#kxllerblond #x. reply | barty | ☾

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It does sink in. Bella's not sure how to articulate it back to him - that in nearly four hundred years, with all the men she's married or people she's taken to bed, it's him she thinks of when she hears the phrase love of your life.

Maybe she can't. Maybe it doesn't matter, right now.

She leans against him in the tub, uncaring of the water sloshed on the floor to get them here. She'll mop later, or it will evaporate on its own. It's not like she doesn't have time to wait.

At his earnest words, Bella tilts her head up to catch his lips with hers. For all his size, Beck was still the gentlest man she'd ever known - gentle with her, at least, holding her in his hands like she was made of glass. A treat, for someone like her, who would so readily disregard her own safety if it would protect him (it's not like she'd die, after all). "I know you would," She murmurs back against his mouth. "And I would do everything for you. You're my sun, Beck."

WHETHER THE NEED TO STOP WAS INTENTIONAL OR SUBCONSCIOUS MATTERS LITTLE TO BECK. She needed to stop; it's as simple as that. Bella is entirely faultless in the whole ordeal. She will never be able to convince Beck of the alternative.

"I am good," Beck acknowledges, because he wants to be good, so badly. It's an expansive word, he knows, but it's important to him, his goodness. It's important to him, too, that she sees him this way. And what's completely crucial: "I love you more than I have ever loved anyone or anything."

He looks her in the eyes as he says this. It needs to sink in.

Then, they're settling into the tub. Water sloshes, splashes over the edge—which is inevitable, with the size of him. His body heat alone keeps the water warm enough to remain comfortable due to, well, her lack of body heat.

"I would do anything for you," he murmurs into her hair. It's devastatingly earnest.

#vitalphenomena #x. reply | bella | ☾ #x. r. | facing the sun {bella && beck} | ☾

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"You won't scare me." Bella assures them. As much as she doesn't like seeing them this way, it's not frightening, really. It had just been the unexpectedness that had shaken her. "Did I ever tell you I studied as a nurse, before I left England?"

Her point being, if he wanted to explain, she'd understand. If he just wanted the company, she'd understand. Turning her head, Bella presses a soft kiss into their curls. "You want to sleep or you're okay?"

They hum softly when she finally settles against their side, shifting just enough to make themselves comfortable without causing too much pain in their joints. Their head lolls to one side slightly, resting on her shoulder as they let their eyes close.

"Well, I hope you won't then," he murmurs with a faint nod. He smiles a little more when she presses a kiss to his temple. "I know." Eyelids flutter open again, head lifting just enough to look at her. "And I appreciate it. I just don't want to scare you."

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It's because Bella can see how palpably he enjoys the minute affection that she doesn't move back away, letting her hand linger on his arm for as long as he'd like.

It sounds lovely, the way that Funke talks about Ruth. Sends a pang of something unacknowledged through Bella's chest.

"I'm so glad you have her. You must have been lonely. Her, too. Sometimes it's like that, when two people fall together so seamlessly."

Hmm. Bella stalls the question for a moment, taking a sip of her tea. "No, I don't have anyone like that." Or anyone at all.

he's evidently gladdened to hear about her experience with strong odours, if the gas that unapologetically -- or maybe unconsciously is more accurate -- erupts from him seconds later is anything to go by. not exactly a jump-scare, at this stage.

he likes her cold fingers smoothing the fair hair on his arm; he likes any affection, and receives it warmly and with palpable appreciation.

"closer than close. everything changed when ruthie came along. i knew something was missing before, but between us, i sorta gave up on thinking i was going to find what i wanted. maybe i didn't even know what that was. she's my best friend. she's my favourite person in the entire world."

he can't chase away his feelings for his roommate. his smile lingers on her image for a while, even deepens in its warmth and fondness, before he asks, "what about you? you got anyone like that?"

#freekzout #x. reply | bella | ☾

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(Isn't the poly as she is what got her into the mess that's brought her to this bar? But we digress, since Hartley doesn't know about that).

"Sometimes someone will stay the night, but they've always gotta go in the morning."

Nice and casual. No attachments. No houseguests.

VERONICA FINDS THE LACK OF OVERLAP SO IMMATURE, POLY AS SHE IS, BUT SHE WON'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THAT TO HARTLEY, LEST SHE CAUSE OFFENSE. She's so caught up on that part that she hardly notices how horrifically without emotional intimacy Hartley must be. Still—

"Nobody stays for more than, ultimately, a few hours, do they?"

#vitalphenomena #x. reply | hartley | ☾

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For all the things that have happened to her in her long life, coming face to face with a deity is not one of them.

Still, Bella is a smart woman. She knows when to duck her head in deference to one that could send her cold, undead body to the ground (and, maybe one day, when the grief gets too much, she'll ask).

"Not his name." As if she'd taken the time to ask. "He was a visitor, I think, from the city. I saw him groping some girl in the bar and decided that since I needed dinner anyway..." The result of that decision doesn't need explaining - it's clear by the blood at her feet.

@miidnighters asked: " it isn't mine. " — bella.

from blood prompts. not accepting.

" Yes, I can smell that much. "

All but swallowed by the hungry dark, her massive silhouette weaves slowly through the bare winter pines. Blood soaks the snow bank, crimson-turned-black by the moonlight, a trail leading right to this stranger's feet. The deer ( who is certainly not simply a deer ) stalks forward, dull white of dead eyes resolute on the other.

Margot knows a predator when she sees it — what has this one in such a hurry?

" Can you tell me whose blood it is? "

#rottine #x. reply | bella | ☾ #this was perfect <3

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O p e n

She's huffy! She's pouting! She's stomping! Watch out!

#x. open | bella | ☾ #also i am reposting this open from yesterday bc it brings me joy to think about #as if a 5'3 blonde is in any way intimidating #or this one isn't at least

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Barty toys with his own slice, still on the plate. It hadn't been a bad discussion, per say, just a serious one.

"I said that I'd met someone. That it was serious." And Jason knew it must have been, for his father to call him out of the blue at all, let alone mention a relationship to him. Barty had never bothered to tell Jason about any of his human lovers, but Zahrosa - well, she would live much longer than any of them had. Had already lived longer. "Said that we'd discussed the possibility of a child."

It had, in retrospect, probably been too much for a phone call. "The news that I was entertaining not leaving him an only child was shocking to him, apparently." Jason would come around, though, he knew - but when you've been one thing for 2000 years it can take a little bit of time to adjust. "And the idea that I wanted him to meet someone..." Barty sets the plate down, closer to Zahrosa, for her to have the second piece of cake, should she want it. "He's free next week, though. Will prepare his spare room for us, if that's not an inconvenient time for you."

Ah. That would make sense of his strangeness; Barty seems to take most things in stride, but Rosie knows that family can be... something else. She looks up from her cake, hand pausing part way up as she asks, "And? What did you tell him? What did he say?"

Zahrosa stares at him while she pops half the slice in her mouth, her expression almost comically serious in comparison. She's taken on that strange, unreadable expression that masks the sudden slice of worry that has slid into her mind. Surely Barty would have told her immediately if it had gone well, if Jason had been particularly enthusiastic. He would have been filled with excitement, right? It's safe to say that Rosie is now suspicious.

#sorrowsick #x. reply | barty | ☾ #x. r. | your anger in my bones {barty && rosie} | ☾

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"Good."

It was his choice, of course, but Hartley definitely would have had some thoughts if he'd chosen to delay making the trip. She swings her pack onto her back and looking at him, hood up against the muck. It didn't look as bad as it probably felt, but he certainly wasn't clean.

"Come on you big baby, let's find you somewhere to get clean." Hartley teases, more than glad to see even the slightest humour come back to him after the way he seemed so broken before. "I'm familiar enough with this area, we'll reach a bathhouse in an hour or two. Will you survive that long?"

She'd grown up in this general area - though far be it from her to suggest they go there, even though her family home would have hot baths and warm meals and maybe even a comfortable place to sleep before their trek (for no coin, at that), there was also the chance that her father would be there, who would not hesitate to kill Sol on sight if he got an inkling of his curse.

“alright,”   he muttered,   lacing his boots.  it made him uneasy,   seeking anyone else's assistance even discretely,   but he was sorely aware with how few options he had.  as far as he was concerned,   it was either her idea or continue as he had been,   bloody and humiliating as it was.

“today is fine with me.”     even if he had anything pressing to take care of,   nothing was more pressing to him than resolving this as swiftly as possible.   the sooner he could wrangle the creature under control,   or find some semblance of it,  the better.  he would rest far more easily.   “i have been to neverwinter and getting there might be shit this time of year,   but this is nothing.”   he could complain about how miserable he found surface weather later.

“the only thing i am truly attached to   ---”   and from the state of him it would certainly not come as a surprise.   “----   is bathing first.  wonderful as i know i am to look at even covered in filth.” flippant or not, he would have preferred this conversation under far less humiliating circumstances.

#starlyht #x. reply | hartley | ☾ #x. verse | protect from evil | ☾ #x. r. | only the moon howls {hartley && sol'rys} | ☾

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Bella hums. She assumes the other means the unhindered, flat horizon - not the jagged cityscape in the distance.

Still, the park Bella was aiming for was the best she could do with what surrounded them. It offered no horizon, really, but open space and a break from being penned in by buildings.

"I do. I have for many years now. The city life suits me."

Ankha sighs. "I don't know. I like to see the horizon."

It's not really so bad as all that; she's mostly just grumpy about being here in the first place. It's been a few days, and even though whatever thing has called her remains a strong, inexorable pull, it hasn't even presented itself. That's what makes it confusing. "Do you live here?"

#sorrowsick #x. reply | bella | ☾

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Bella might have left the bathroom, but she lingers in the kitchen - a keen ear listening out to make sure there's no sounds of him going under. The relative silence of relaxation, however, soothes her enough to stop listening so closely and instead fix him the lunch he'd been so eagerly awaiting before all of this happened.

(And she hopes, now, that he relaxes whenever he likes. A hot shower. A long bath.)

"I'm glad you're feeling better," Bella calls back. "I made you some lunch - it's in the fridge for when you're ready for it."

“ m’mkay. ” and a lull settles over, broken by lapping water and loafing hums. auggie hasn’t relaxed like that in forever. (was always quick quick quick. a face rinse at the sink, on the road. a rushed shower, in a friend’s home.)

the boy dries himself and wanders to stack of clean, downy soft clothes. he likes his shirt. the sleeves kinda swoosh over his arms. something gracious threads his heart.

his hand fumbles the door knob. just to let her know he’s okay, he’s finished. “ i’m, uh. ” timidness averts his gaze. “ feelin’ much better. ”

#soulmissed #x. reply | bella | ☾ #x. r. | child of my heart {bella && august} | ☾ #the r tag can be workshopped