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xrowansmithx​:

“He loves it so much he became one.” She’s teasing, absolutely nonsensical because she certainly does not know that Henry can grow great wings and become a creature out of Arthurian tale, she believes him to be human through and through still. “Bogans?” It’s a new word to her, quite curious. It was a far cry difference from her human best friend who took to the woods in times of comfort, the smell of evergreens and pine a distant memory now. The phoenix followed suit into the booth and picked up the menu, just to browse it. She preferred to pick the everchanging special of the day. “It’s happened twice now, which I find odd given the climate. It normally never proceeds anything good. First time it stormed, I was kidnapped and second time, the world ended.”

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“Alright but everything I’ve seen of Mothman just highlights the fact that he’d never skip glutes at the gym and for Henry?” She giggled, “Seems to check out. He looks great in those little khakis of his.” Sydney carded back her hair, looking at Rowan for a moment as she repeated the word, before realizing that her companion had no idea what it was that she was talking about. “Uh,” the brunette gestured, “You know, what do you guys call them? Rednecks. Country people. Those are bogans.” Her brows drew in, but she didn’t say anything until the blonde continued, dropping something that could not be ignored. “Kidnapped?” She leaned against the table. “The world ended? Are you shitting my dick?”

#chat #chat: rowan #rowan smith

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udeliahagen​:

     “I’m thinking maybe someone was trying to get back to an ex. Or maybe they were fired shortly before writing this.” In truth, Delia didn’t bother too much with it. She just shrugged her shoulders and pushed it over for the other woman to take a look at. Anything to keep this conversation going — she was in dire need of some more people in her life. She knew no one in her new home. “Yeah?” A grin spread over her lips and she pushed her curls behind her ear. “Would you like to join me for some?”

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Syd grinned, “Nah, people love to read subversive shit, they probably got a raise. I mean like, we’re talking about it right now aren’t we? All press is good press.” She peered at the sheet, skimming down to find her own star sign. “Hey, it looks like I’m about to make a great connection.” Her head canted and hazel eyes flicked up to find the other woman’s. “Sounds like it’s been decided, let’s go.”

#chat #udelia hagen #chat: udelia #this gif is so cute

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emilyschwcrz​:

     Emily was very much sober – nothing else was possible for the reaper. But she liked that, somehow now that they were inside this closed room her bravery started to rise, and her smile was wide as she watched Sydney take off her shirt. The reaper followed her movements, taking off her shirt and letting it drop to the side. She hadn’t dressed to impress anyone today, her underwear was nothing special, she had been wearing an old band shirt that now lay on the floor. With her shirt off her nerves were on edge once more, but she tried to push that away. “I think you don’t need a drink. You’re beautiful,” she whispered, a nervous hand extended to trail along the other’s slim stomach. 

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Sydney smiled, and her lower lip caught in her teeth as she looked over at Emily. Dark lashes framed doe eyes and for a moment she shy. She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear as her gaze fell, traversing down the lines and curves of the other’s body before her hand reached out once more, finding the curve of Emily’s jaw. Gently, she brought them back together once more, pressing her hips now closer to the other woman’s, pinning her closer to the couch. “So are you,” she managed, and the words were husky while her other hand dipped deviously below a waist band.

#maybe we fade to wink wonk and do a time skip or maybe? close this up for something new? dealers choice! #chat #chat: emily #emily schwarz

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Diana Silvers; by Daniyel Lowden

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aellateresi​:

“Yes, you are.” This is no place for her to wander heedlessly, and she is fortunate it is only Aella to find her. Others would not be so forgiving of such trespassing. She jumps down from her place atop the rocks, landing barefoot on the grass below with feline-like balance, before closing the distance between the two of them. She looks frightened, not an unwise reaction to the situation the girl finds herself in, and Aella thinks perhaps she is somewhat aware of the dangers that lurk, even if the complete truth is obscured. “Come. You must leave, while it is still available to you.” Aella will make sure to it that she sees her way out safely, even if it means leading the woman herself. Few would be so bold as to attack the human, so long as she is in the presence of a dryad. She begins to walk in the direction she knows the nearest so called highway to be, turning only once to make sure that the human is following behind. 

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If she had been frightened before, it was the words of this strange woman with raven coloured hair that drew her into more of a panic— looking from left to right in the dark shadows of the woods to see if there was something lurching there waiting for a misstep. She had been raised on stories of hungry things in the woods and each one came to mind now: all sharing the commonality of rows and rows of sharp teeth. She brought herself closer to the other woman, trusting that with her lifted chin and eerie gaze that she would be her saviour: Sydney walked quickly, twisting while she did so to make sure that her bag was still zipped. “What’s out here?” It was a silly question, one that she likely didn’t wish to have the answer to, but as the cat had nine lives, she was curious.

#chat #chat: aella #aella teresi

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adelaidevidalis​:

“An imposter?” She repeats, amusement in her voice and slight disbelief. It reminded her of the mobile game that had swept the nation not that long ago, and as quickly as it arrived, it was quickly replaced with a horror game. “I doubt you’re an alien in a spacesuit, higher education is bullshit with its elitism if you ask me. They shouldn’t be able to make anyone feel as if they don’t belong in a classroom, even for challenging subjects.” Sydney’s comment most likely didn’t reach that deep, merely that she’d be out of her realm with science and biology. Still Ade had a bone to pick with those who made her feel as if she was lesser than she was, because she dressed, looked and acted a certain way. “It feels important for my life and I like challenges, gives me something to actually work through and focus on.” Academia has always been her most healthiest escape method so it was why she excelled so far, even as she collected money for doing others homework. “Thanks.” The smile ruffles on her lips, she doubt anyone was coming to save them but her light was her magic and her coven. “That sounds lovely.” Her eyes trace down to the inventory that lies before her, having rung Sydney though and believing the human to be on her way. It’s with slight surprise that they lift again and a smile graces her lips. “They call me Ade.”

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“I wouldn’t particularly mind being a little alien in a spacesuit,” Syd mused, glancing over with a crooked expression. “But it doesn’t bother me, really. I think that I look very much like I belong in the art department and I kind of enjoy that sort of identity, you know?” She had a place in the community that was the local university, and she knew where it was that she belonged. Sometimes, her interests had her mingling with the history and English departments, but beyond that, her days smelled of linseed and acrylic drops stained the rubber toes of her canvas shoes. “So what’s your plan after school? Pharmacology? Doctor? What do the big brains aspire to be?” She tapped at her lower lip, “Syd and Ade. Sounds like a miniseries I’d watch.”

#chat #Chat: Adelaide #adelaide vidalis

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prinzenavarro​:

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It had been a few days since he had been changed, but Prinze had found his way to Sydney’s little cottage that she had gotten for them. His bedroom had seemed like a good idea, but all he wanted to do was get outside and figure out how the hell to deal with this. Mateo hadn’t exactly given him a manual for this vampire thing. Not that he had ever been the type to read one in his life. He was more about going with the flow. Which was probably why he was in this situation now. Someone calls him a masterpiece once and he thought he was a fucking star. When he heard footsteps, he tossed the cover over his head, his eyes seeing the shadow that had stepped into the light streaming through the blanket. “I’m not really feeling well right now. You shouldn’t be near me.”

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Syd opened the door with her elbow, pushing it further with her hip as she drew into the room. One hand held a cup of earl grey and the other had Smoothie wedged against her chest, two things that were surely guaranteed to make anyone feel better. The cat, despite knowing Prinze quite well, started to squirm when she got near, earning some scolding from her owner who dropped her onto her friend’s lap before she curled in beside him. “I made you some tea,” she said, pressing her chin to his shoulder. “Come hang out with me. Get some fresh air or something, I promise you’ll feel better.”

#chat #chat: prinze #prinze navarro

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eliastaylcr​:

   Elias had made more friends in Corinth than he had expected, and some of them were incredible good friends, but none could compare to Sydney. She had been his first friend, the only one to support him for years back in Australia. “You are important. To me, anyway. And that’s what matters, right?” It felt good to have her here now, because she knew more about him than anyone else. He didn’t have to tell her the stories of his past because she already knew all of them. “Okay, can you point your professor out to me then? Just so I know when to put on a performance. The acting classes from back in the day can help me out with that.”

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“That’s all that matters to me,” she returned brightly, feeling as warm as the sun overhead. Her arms wrapped around his side and Sydney clutched at him as they walked, half dragging him down with her spindly grip and loud laugh. “You’ve got to meet all my new friends though,” she said as they continued down the street, “I met a bunch at the school. You’d probably like Prinze, he’s the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen in my life; and Nik and Ava, they’re both so so smart, and Nik and I are starting a podcast soon.” Syd got like this, contented and too chatty, steering them down the road. “Okay, she’ll be the one with the bird’s nest hair and the too tight polyester blazer. She loves being quirky and cool and sewing her own patches onto the elbow, you basically can’t miss her.”

#perhaps we wind this down for something new huh #chat #chat: elias #Elias Taylor

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noahkramer​:

      “Oh, right!” Noah felt bad for not recognizing her right away, but to be fair he didn’t think he had to know the name of the people who delivered food to his door. “I don’t have a lot of time to grocery shop or cook.” Which was only partly the case, Noah also couldn’t really cook, and heartbreak required more than apples and chocolate, he needed proper comfort food these days. “I hope you didn’t come up to me to judge my food choices.”

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Sydney nodded, feeling nervous and all too talkative. “No, I totally get that. It’s sort of messed up, I thought that Europeans kind of had the work to live don’t live to work sort of mentality but now that I’m here it’s basically like, the same as back home. You totally should have more time on your hands to do those things, but you know,” she gestured, feeling stupid for it as soon as she waved in the air. “That’s society for you.” The brunette shook her head. “No, I’d never. I was thinking about you though, and then you sort of just appeared. You looked really down the other day, I was hoping that you were alright.”

#chat #chat: noah #noah kramer

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emilyschwcrz​:

     Emily could feel an echo of a heartbeat in her throat. Her dead heart was still in her chest, but Sydney’s touch almost made her feel alive again. And she wished she was — she wished that she had to tuck in a breath when fingers played with her shirt, that her heart really would beat loudly in her chest, and that the other’s mouth tasted like more than just a memory. She was nervous, she was ecstatic. Her eyes flitted to the closed door, wandering how safe they were in here. But then she decided to throw those worries overboard. She was dead, what did she have to lose? And so she slowly nodded, guiding Syd’s hand underneath her shirt to press it against her skin. “Yes, you can take it off. If you take yours off too.”

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An easy bargain, Sydney decided as she nipped lightly at the swell of a lower lip— parting only to reach for her shirt; something simple and black (she had pointedly dressed with a lack of colour to fit into Void tonight) tugging it slowly over her head before casting the fabric onto the couch beside them, trying to catch Emily’s reaction. She was lanky and boyish, as her mother often pointed out when she compared her figure to her the willowy one of her sister, too tall and formed out of angles, there was no softness to her. Nervously, she swallowed, pushing her hair off her shoulders to fall down her back. “I wish I brought a drink with me,” Syd joked, as the buzz from the cocktails she had nursed earlier had begun to fade so had her manufactured confidence.

#chat #chat: emily #emily schwarz

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ezekielxmacklin​:

“Opium den.” Zeke said seriously before he leaned back and rolled his shoulders. “Bit mafia ties, smuggling, the whole nine yards.” The shifter set about polishing his glasses again with the same filthy rag from before, smearing the wet spots something vile before setting them back down on the sticky mat upside down. Zeke looked the girl up and down, an easy smirk ebbed at the corner of his lips, “You into smack too?”

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“Is that why everyone coming up from there has two black eyes and a fucked up nose?” Her brow canted in doubt, but still— Sydney looked over her shoulder, peeking at the dark space behind the tall man at the door. It was plausible, almost everything was, and when she looked back at Zeke he was close to her, eyes wide and his lips curved. She played along, nodding. “Yeah, it’s right put there with ring worms for my top-ten after school activities. Love doing some of that right before homework.” Syd tipped her chin in the direction of the door, “If I ask him, do you think he’d just tell me? Because between you and me, you’ve kind of got a shifty, I-don’t-tell-the-truth look to you, y’know?”

#drugs tw #chat #chat: ezekiel #ezekiel macklin

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emilyschwcrz​:

     Food did not do much for Emily’s dead tongue anymore, but she could swear the taste of the other’s lips lingered in her mouth even after they had pulled apart. There was a plush couch in one of the corners of the room, and she moved over towards it, tugging Sydney along with her by their joined hands. She slipped onto the couch, and she could feel an echo of a nervous heartbeat in her chest as she looked at Sydney’s features drawn in sharp lines of light and shadow in the red lamps from above. Emily wanted to say something, but she couldn’t think of anything, and so instead she leaned forward again, ready to leave more traces of red lipstick against Sydney’s lips. Emily was eager for more, but she was also hesitant, as if a part of her was hoping for some guidance from the brunette.

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Sydney’s spine pressed to the high back of the couch, but her hands reached up to find a place along Emily’s jaw, and the other against her waist. Above them, lamps the colour of lust beat warm light upon their features, and the brunette’s eager touch mapped along the curve of the blonde’s side, brushing the pads of her fingers along the hem of her shirt, toying with it before pressing another greedy kiss to a parted scarlet mouth. “Can I?” The question was half tucked into Emily’s mouth, and Syd’s palm rolled at the shirt— she wanted to see more of her, to coast the drunkenness from a sweet buzz until it was a dull headache, claiming every bit of confidence that it awarded her.

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     diana silvers

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emoryhart​:

“Feral girl fall?” He nearly spits out the sip of his drink at the sound of it. That seems to suit Sydney just fine. Even if it does conjure the image of her running through the woods with leaves in her hair, eyes wild. Probably not the safest thing to do in practice, and yet he wasn’t really in a position to judge. “What do guys have? Am I allowed a hot girl summer?” Emory thinks he needs one, he’s half joking in that borderline self deprecating way that another millennial would surely understand. “You’re not looking to go running around the woods though, right? Not the safest place around here.” The warning makes him want to kick himself, it sounds like something his dad might bring up to someone who didn’t know better. There wasn’t any intention to instill fear though, just general caution.

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“You’re a man,” Sydney retorted, “Every day is a hot girl day for you. We have to work hard for these things, I’ve spent all season mentally and physically preparing to emerge specifically for this moment. The shops started putting out pumpkin spice and I make a noise not dissimilar to those velociraptors from Jurassic Park. I love you,” she reached for his hand now to make her point. “But this is not for you.” Syd rolled her eyes, at the words draining more of her drink. “Everyone tells me not to go into the woods, as if that was ever a place I wanted to go in the first place. You know what they say about all these warnings, they just make you wanna leap. Eve and the apple style, I’m about to go make a deal with some twisty little snake.”

#chat #chat: emory #emory hart #i felt like i deserved a crack reply tonight so SNIPE

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“Only when I’m trying to justify a bad day,” Syd commented breezily, swinging long legs over so that she could face the other woman who had begun to talk to her. Her Greek wasn’t getting much better but she was starting to put forth a concerted effort to practice more, and this conversation was an excellent place to start. Her brows tugged in and she reached for the paper that her new companion held. “Is that from the news paper? Kind of fucked up to print, don’t you think?” Still she tapped at her lower lip in consideration. “Probably should get the ice cream though, just to be safe.”

@corinthbaystarters​

     “Do you believe in horoscopes?” Delia was used to talking to strangers. In the years she had been searching for her sister, and the years as a vampire, she hadn’t really made many friends. Instead she had been constantly moving, always trying to get information out of strangers, and it was why she had grown careless about what others might think when she spoke to them. “I’m just asking because this one says I will die an awful death within the next 24 hours, and if that’s the case, I will overdose on ice cream first.”

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anemosofnyx​:

“Oh, don’t be silly! I invited you out, I’ve got this,” their admonishment is light, in the playful way that Grace would, but the spirit is already reaching for one of their shiny credit cards to hand over to the barista. Money is no object to Anemos, and it certainly wasn’t to Grace before them, either. If anything, it was only a method of flaunting her status of social hierarchy. She would’ve never let Sydney pay for anything, so long as she was around, for reasons that had nothing to do with familial affection. “I’ve gotten this drink at least a dozen times by now, and yet they get it wrong almost every time. I mean, you’d think they’d teach their baristas to be more capable at their jobs, you know.” The complaint is silly, but they strike it in the exact tone that Grace would take. “Ugh, yours must be so much easier. I wish I could live my life satisfied that simply.”

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She put her wallet back into her pocket, knowing all too well that the gesture on her end had been thin at best— they were nearing the end of the month and funds were growing more scarce for her, Sydney was sure that the next week would consist of classes and evenings full of portering meals back and forth for those too lazy to cook. She offered Grace a smile to show that she was grateful, and carded some hair back behind her ear. “Yeah,” she said lamely, shooting an apologetic look to the girl behind the counter, struggling to put together an order that was far too complex for what it cost. “I don’t really like too much in my coffee, I used to be a barista back home, remember?” Syd brought her cup to the creamer station, mixing in her sugar. “I just like to keep it easy.” She gestured to the seating outside of the cafe. “Should we sit out there? It’s nice out today.” It also put Grace far enough away from the staff that if she had any complaints about her drink when she received it, it wouldn’t likely reach their ears.

#chat #chat: anemos #Anemos

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eliastaylcr​:

     Elias rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his lips. “Yeah, I did. Making new friends is not the same.” And he didn’t have to say out loud what he meant with her. That it was hard to tell strangers about his mental health struggles, that not many understood them. That she knew him inside out and it was easier for him when he didn’t have to explain a depressive episode. “Well, I will care about your paper mache gorgon head and the landscapes. And I can loudly make it known to attract more attention if that is what you’re looking for.”

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“Is it bad that I’m kind of okay with that?” Syd clung to his side, grinning up at Elias as they loped down the sidewalk. “Like, I don’t have to be your only friend— but I kind of like that I’m the first. It makes me feel important.” He was important to her, perhaps in more ways than he knew, and Sydney was so glad that they were together once again: like a piece of a puzzle clicking back together, it simply made sense. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want. I want you to be really, really loud about how incredible and thought provoking my work is. Especially when my professor walks by, that’s the person I’m really trying to impress.”

#chat #chat: elias #Elias Taylor