#event para

[totallyseiso]

Suomi got game

#this was somehow less gay and more gay than i expected #she wanted to ''tell rfb how she feels'' so she got super drunk. then got rfb and tmp super drunk. then took them both home #and made tmp wear a brown wig to look like rfb because suomi wanted two rfbs. its tmp in bed next to her #this whole event so far is girls wanted to ''express their feelings'' to each other. i wonder if any of it will be as more than friends #like aug para. saiga and 512 are all explicitly into women so its not like gay girls is unprecedented in this game #girls' frontline

[mcgreyson]

I've been having a great time at the Bash, feeling almost sad because my son would prefer running off with his friends to spending time with his old man. Lo and behold, though, he runs off to me, deposits two bags of goldfish with me and tells me they're my "grandkids" before running off to throw quarters at something. While I sort out these prizes, please tell me what kind of things you're winning. Hopefully nothing alive you're ill equipped to handle.

#merrockstarter #I did this in this style b/c we're close to the end of the event and I wanted to give y'all something quick #but if you prefer writing para style threads feel free to transition it!

[dom-i-nate]

Cells - Open

As the days seemed to stretch longer and longer, Nate was finding it harder to keep his cool. He was chilled, hungry, humiliated - all the things that had proven to make him absolutely intolerable. The craving was there, heavier and more dire than it had been since he'd gotten clean and it was all he could think about. His only saving grace was he didn't have access and he was grateful for that. He took a deep breathe, looking over at the others in the cell, and those around them. "Everyone alright?" he asked stupidly, "Well, as alright as we're gonna be right now."

#tntstarter #para #event

[past-events]

Y en alguna de esas albas inimaginables, alguno de esos instantes, alguna de esas miradas llenas de amor; se nos pudo haber ido la vida pero... No quisiste.

#past events #recuerdos #pensamientos #sentimientos #vida #life #sucesos #momentos #tristeza #soledad #en tu orbita #para ti #A tu medida #Viral #Tendencias

[mishavorshevsky]

ANYWAY...

When: After Party, post-plot drop TW: None (for once)

Silence settles over the crowd like a lead weight, perverse in its gravity and filled with dread as they watch the video unfold. Unfortunately, Mikhail's experience with such limitless violence does not allow him enough naïvety to crumble into shock with the rest. Already his gaze sweeps across the room to find Vika, whose well restrained anger matches his own almost precisely–– both stormy behind the eyes and cautious in how they show it to the world.

He moves swiftly through frantic bodies once the lights return, scooping up Iza's arm along the way and practically hoisting her towards the exit. Without enough force to harm, but the rapid nature of his pace and obvious insistence leaves little room to argue. Not that she would, particularly after such a harrowing spectacle.

Perhaps that is what angers him most, beyond the simmering rage felt on behalf of Kosta losing yet another fragment of his first wife. That Mikhail had been successfully shielding Iza from most of the carnage, keeping her reality somewhat at bay and allowing her and Dmitri to live a relatively unscathed life. It wouldn't last, they both predicted as much, but he truly hadn't wanted it to crash down like this.

Cynicism whispers, at least it isn't her on the tape. Or Yuli, or Vika, or Sveta...

The corners of his mind are a mass grave filled with long dead women from his life and he ardently refuses to add more bodies tonight.

For once, there is gratitude to be found in the security that haunts his footsteps. His orders to them are frigid, unquestionable, sounding more like a Vorshevsky than ever before when the matter of his wife's safety hangs in the balance. It would be easier to avoid her gaze and usher the blonde along, to keep himself from reading the expression he knows is etched into her delicate features, but he clasps them between both palms anyway.

His thumb wipes away a miniature trail of saltwater from her skin as their eyes meet. Glassy versus resolute. "You need to leave now. Don't speak to anyone and do exactly as Boris and Pyotr say until I return. I'll be right behind you, promise." She merely nods, impeded from the full gesture by how deliberately Mikhail cups her face. "I love you." Sentiment exchanged, he releases Iza and allows his team to cart her off to a waiting car before returning to locate Vika.

Finding her is simpler than expected, probably because their train of thought so frequently aligns, and there is one terribly specific way to return a favor to their enemies. His palm nearly envelopes the Pecatti woman's entire face as he forces it back into position against his cousin; so unlike the fervent adoration used on his better half only minutes prior.

"It took you long enough. Hold her still."

"With pleasure."

#( x. self para ) #( x. event: 2024 awards ) #( x. post plot drop )

[elainahalevyx]

Shadows of Retribution

Awards After-party, post plot drop

Berkeley Estate

Warnings: 💋

Mentions: Yuliya, Laure, Aviv

The atmosphere at the awards after-party had been filled with anticipation; the air thick with whispers of success and ambition. As the guests mingled and the champagne flowed, a hush fell over the room as the screens flickered to life, broadcasting, in loose term, a spectacle. The video footage which captured the murder of Kosta's loyalist, a stark reminder, for perhaps all, of who they all really were.

As the confusion swept through the crowd, Elaina saw the panic flash in the eyes of the partygoers as they struggled to comprehend the gravity of what they had just witnessed. Whispers turned to shouts, and chaos erupted as the realisation dawned that they were in the midst of a revenge plot. At least of some sort. 

Elaina felt a surge of apprehension coursing through her veins, knowing that this bold act of violence would undoubtedly invite swift and brutal retaliation from the Russians. But amidst the turmoil, she also saw an opportunity, a chance to strike back at the heart of the darkness that had claimed her sister's life. 

In that pivotal moment, as the video played out before her eyes, Elaina felt a surge of raw emotion coursing through her veins, igniting a fire that had burned within her for far too long. It was a crucial reminder of the pain and loss she had endured over the past year, the weight of her family's deaths pressing down upon her with suffocating intensity.

But amidst the turmoil, there was something else stirring within her—a simmering resolve, a burning desire for retribution that had been building within her with each passing day. As she watched the chaos unfold around her, she saw an opportunity—a chance to settle the score, to finally collect the debts owed to her family by the Russians.

For too long, she had carried the burden of her grief and anger in silence, haunted by the memories of Dan and Noa's senseless deaths, tormented by the knowledge that justice had remained unresolved. But now, as the chaos of the after-party threatened to consume them all, she saw a glimmer of hope - a chance to turn the tide, to seize control of her destiny and exact her revenge.

With a steely determination driving her actions, Elaina knew that this was her moment - a chance to confront the demons of her past and demand blood in return. For in that fleeting moment, Elaina knew that she had the power to rewrite the narrative - to deliver a small bit of what had been served to her. And as she stood, she knew that she would stop at nothing. Not even herself, not even if it meant her own death.

With set determination, she locked eyes with Laure, their silent communication speaking volumes. This was their moment, their chance to tip the scales in their favour, even if events like these never had a good ending, there was always the other end of the stick, the sharp part, most likely.

Elaina knew that every second counted and yet, she had to bid her time. Before anything, Aviv was someone who looked after his own, as selfish as he was, she knew her capabilities enough to understand she couldn’t take him out if there were more of them. 

Yes, her target was Aviv. 

It was after some time that Elaina and Laure began their move. They knew that the chaos would provide the perfect cover for their gambit, a chance to strike when they least expected it.

Aviv was looming across the room, noticeably on alert to the situation that now engulfed the whole estate.

Elaina's gaze swept through the corridor as she searched for her target. And then, she spotted her - Yuliya, the forgettable sister, and her formidable bodyguard.

Without hesitation, Elaina signalled to Laure, her silent ally ready for action. With a nod of acknowledgment, Laure moved with silent precision, closing in on the bodyguard with lethal intent. In the blink of an eye, she struck with calculated savagery, incapacitating him before he could even register the threat.

As the bodyguard crumpled to the ground, Elaina seized her opportunity, launching herself into action. With lightning speed, she closed the distance between herself and Yuliya, her hand closing around the delicate curve of her neck with unyielding force.

Yuliya's eyes widened in terror as Elaina dragged her away, her movements fueled by a potent mix of desperation and resolve.

And just as expected, in the blink of an eye, Aviv's keen gaze found them, and immediately he reacted. With a violent roar of rage, he surged forward, his massive frame cutting through the chaos like the predator he was.

In a heartbeat, he reached Yuliya's side, his fury set upon Laure with devastating force. With a savage blow, he sent her reeling, her body crumpling under the weight of his assault. And then, with a single-minded focus, he turned his attention to Elaina, his eyes burning with a savage intensity.

With grim determination, Elaina braced herself for the inevitable clash, her grip on Yuliya unyielding as she prepared to face Aviv head-on. In that moment, she knew that there would be no turning back—that the battle ahead would test her resilience, test her strength and her ability to be anything at all. She refused to be another failure.

So she met Aviv's charge with unwavering defiance. And as their paths collided in a whirlwind of fury and desperation, Elaina knew that she would stop at nothing to see him on his knees. Even better, she wanted his blood all over the marble floors, she wanted to suffer more than her family had suffered. More than Noa, more than Dan. It was for them she was doing this. And it was only the beginning. 

It was then she let go of the blonde, only then. While Yuliya might have been blood well-split, she wasn’t who Elaina wanted. 

As Yuliya was led away by one of Aviv's men, a silent order whispered between them, Elaina saw her opportunity. With a swift and decisive motion, she launched herself into action as Aviv’s attention remained on her. Thus, Elaina closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

With a swift and decisive motion, Elaina launched herself at him, her movements precise as she closed the distance between her and Aviv. Aviv's anger burned bright as he turned his attention to her, his eyes flashing with savage intent.

Their clash was unrelenting, as they exchanged blow after punishing blow. Elaina fought with a ferocity born of desperation, drawing upon reserves of strength she never knew she possessed as she met Aviv's relentless assault head-on.

But Aviv wasn’t just anyone. His sheer size alone was enough to bring her down. But the brutality? With each passing moment, the struggle grew more intense; the corridor being painted by blood with each strike.

Meanwhile, Laure reeled from Aviv's initial onslaught, her movements hindered by the pain of his merciless blows. With a desperate scream, she delivered a powerful kick to Aviv's knees, aiming to bring the Russian to his knees. The force of her blow sent shockwaves through his body, but Aviv's reflexes were as sharp as his cruelty. Even as he staggered, he lunged forward, his eyes burning with a savage intensity. Yet, Laure evaded his grasp, though not without consequences.

Elaina had moved on the other side, her movements fluid and graceful as she sought to exploit Aviv's blind spots. With razor-sharp precision, she struck at his vulnerabilities, her blows landing with lethal accuracy as she sought to tip the scales in their favour.

And then, Elaina saw her opening. With a surge of adrenaline, she delivered a blow to Aviv's temple, sending him reeling. As he stumbled, dazed and disoriented, Laure seized the opportunity, delivering a final, decisive strike that sent him crashing to the ground in a heap.

The corridor fell silent. With Aviv finally passed out at, the both of them stood panting heavily. It wasn’t easy, but it was done. 

Elaina took out her phone and called the first person on her contacts.

“I’m going to need help moving a body.” 

He wasn’t dead, but he was going to wish he was soon enough. 

#;; self para #;; event ; berkeley afters #;; aviv kasyanenko #ft laure #ft yuliya

[thejugheadjones]

F2F (JB): Juggie? You doing alright?

F2F: I'm alright, JB. How are you doing?

@jbjonesxdomme

#para: all #event tag: auction house 2023 #para: jb #jb

[theunconcernedembalmer]

and then luca decked them

#identity v #aesop carl #identity v embalmer #identity v the embalmer #unconcerned art #gatto event #this is a redraw of a very old inside joke. which is really just sop going Get off my dick fuuuuck #coincidentally. also at luca. so i felt like i should recreate this moment with para n gatto

[giordirossi]

FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT

When: After Party, post-plot drop TW: Violence, a lot of it. Choose your kidnapees more wisely.

Hadn't enough stress been added to her evening without the untimely release of footage that would send the Russian piranhas into a feeding frenzy?

Not waiting for the grand finale, because she already knew how this video ended, Giordana slipped from the horrified throngs of spectators through the darkness and began seeking out inevitable targets. Protection amidst the impending chaos would be crucial if the Sovrani and their affiliates wanted to leave relatively unscathed.

Like hell did she come all the way to London just to relive the losses of Launceston.

Vincenzo and Giorgio would be exceptional fish in this pond, perhaps too great for a snatch and grab. The others, though... Frankie, Olivia, Patrizia, maybe even Gianna, dangled on the line. Unfortunate that the French were caught in the crossfire of this alliance, but most were none of her concern save for one who could handle himself better than anyone she knew.

Lights flickered on and panicked voices began their crescendo when she descended into a corridor in pursuit of the last place her brother ventured with his wife. Instead, at the very end, she spotted a familiar silhouette that gave her a modicum of relief.

She exhaled. At least one had been located.

The other woman turned and their eyes locked right as Giordana spoke loud enough to be heard across the distance,

"Olivia, you need to––"

Large fingers grabbed the assassin roughly by her hair, knotting through intricately woven curls as they forced her from a standing position into something bent and compliant. The stranger took advantage of her momentary surprise by dragging them into an adjoining room, all the while nails clawed into the back of his hand attempting to find purchase. The wrist alone would allow for position reversal and the opportunity to break free. Yet as soon as she took hold, the man flung Giordana face first into a nearby armoire.

Fucking really.

Impact was negated by adrenaline and she recovered just in time to turn and duck below a fist when it collided against the wood where her now bruised cheekbone might've been. The curse that flew from his lips sounded Russian, but the grunt made when she sucker punched him in the gut and kicked his knee out was universal.

So absorbed in the mission to corral those who mattered most to Giorgio and Vincenzo, it dawned on Giordana a bit too late that she hadn't considered herself in that count.

This was a message for the Sovrani. Leaving her battered yet alive enough to pack up like a damn birthday gift for the Vorshevsky ilk. Someone must have foolishly believed that a lack of weapons made her less dangerous; easy pickings for a hand delivery. Mistake number one, they should've killed her.

The next swing met air yet again as the assailant failed to bring her down to his level. His frame might have been larger and come with a strength she couldn't fathom, but years of will-power fueled training made Giordana exceptionally nimble and agile. It kept her out of reach long enough to whip the heavy armoire door into his face when he lunged for a third time.

Now who was caught off guard?

Using his temporary imbalance against him, one heel struck his sternum and sent the Russian careening into a transparent coffee table which shattered almost immediately beneath his weight.

Sincerest apology to the Berkeleys.

And to the solid mahogany frame of the paired sofa, which subsequently cushioned the blow of his giant fucking head with its base. Lucky break. Not taking any chances, she pulled a tea tray off of the vanity and bestowed three hard dings, the unrestrained force reverberating up her arms.

Glass shards decorated the rug like a shimmering prism and she considered picking up a larger piece to finish the job when her gaze swept towards sudden movement in the wall mirror. Of course this wouldn't be a one man operation.

Said reinforcement barreled at her from behind, tackling the brunette to the floor. With high ground advantage lost, it became the equivalent of a knife fight in the dirt as they landed significant blows on each other. The upperhand position gained and lost as they wrestled for two starkly contrasting motives. Until he found her neck. His fist pressed down with every attempt to cut oxygen at the source so they could cease this fight and she might come a bit more quietly.

Or maybe he'd finally wisened up enough to realize this only ended one way.

A palm splayed out at her side, reaching across the ornate rug for something... anything... only to find a now overturned coffee table book and–– metal. Weighted, solid metal.

A goddamn candlestick.

Fingertips brushed against the cool edge as she squirmed just enough beneath his suffocating grasp to roll it into her hand. The base swung upward and collided into her attacker's skull with a sickening thud. Startling enough to release his hold, which coincidentally gave Giordana the perfect leverage to propel him sideways until she straddled his chest.

Hesitation during this part had never been her forte.

Another blow. Then a third, a fourth, she stopped counting at seven. From there it was only mottled splatter and gurgling, his hands limp with disuse after they failed to defend against her relentless violence. More machine than woman, a shark-eyed creature bound for this singular objective.

When she finally stood and allowed the makeshift weapon to dangle loosely at her side, the metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air. Crimson peppered the expensive flooring around them and any furniture within range; it stained her once gloriously white party dress and dribbled down from her split lower lip and a cut above her brow.

From this vantage point, she couldn't tell if either of the men were still breathing. Nor did she care. Adjusting the one good strap left on her dress and pivoting towards the door, Giordana practically sensed the third body before she saw him. Was it possible to actually leave this God forsaken room?

Whirling with the candlestick poised to strike, a hand wrapped around her wrist before she could leave a pretty dent in his skull, too. For a moment they said nothing, his face speaking volumes more than words could ever convey about the state of her appearance.

The darkened shade over her eyes lifted somewhat as she registered his face. Never fully, never enough to allow complete weakness. He'd taught her that a long time ago.

After a beat of silence, she dropped her arm of her own volition and metal clanged lowly as it hit the floor. Standing in front of him like this, she felt twenty years old again. Messy, violent, and unrefined, having allowed someone to get the better of her because she'd been personally concerned about other people.

And there was Varden, the immovable pillar of exactly what she could be.

His hand moved from wrist to chin, turning over the damage back and forth with a different expression. This one Giordana can't read.

"I'm fine." No quips, no sly remarks. Her chest still heaving a little from the previous events, she didn't have any good natured taunting left in her tonight.

"I know you are." The Frenchman's grasp fell away yet again and his attention turned to the spectacular display she'd left behind. "You should leave here while you still can. I'll take care of this."

#( x. self para ) #( x. event: 2024 awards ) #post plot drop #hands on hips @ russians: what have we learned

[jachasestokes]

hichasestokes: has anyone made it to goatland yet? i feel like that's one of the must sees

#ttowntweet #/ i still feel pretty bleh but if anyone wants event paras with any of my peeps lemme know and i'll try my best

[wmuhummel]

CONTINUED FROM HERE @smythewmu

"And now you're just being bias." The grumbling continues, but he's easily leaning into the touch, dropping his head heavily on Sebastian's shoulder, idly playing with the others fingers. He's so damn tired, and while his nap did help, everything feels as if it's moving through sand. Already making a plan to get a coffee as soon as possible so he doesn't crash after they get to where ever they're staying.

Humming under his breath, he lifts his head, brow raised. "Do I? Or is this your subtle way of mentioning what we'd be doing if this was more private?" Uses his free hand to touch the side of his nose. "Can't get anything past me, Mon Cher." A beat, and he's sighing, rolling his eyes in good humor.

"So, what would we be doing if this was your private jet?"

#( ⤷ thread ; kurt writes ) #( ⤷ f2f para ; kurt talks to you ) #( && ft. sebastian smythe ) #( ⤷ event ; spring break )

[wmucody]

TITLE: I Was Never There. DATE: Saturday 24th March. SUMMARY: After his walk with Frannie, Cody decides to push down his own barriers and show his growing feelings for Mercedes by gifting her a small but meaningful present. Only for things to not go as planned.

The heat radiated off Cody's exposed chest - his skin a golden colour with a hint of red blushing through. A visual result of forgetting to put on more sunscreen for him and Frannie's wander around the small, local markets. The flowy shirt sat open, his usual golden chain hugging his neck gently. His aftershave mixed with the aroma of the Mexican beer he had picked up to drink while he was getting ready. His playlist blaring the walls around him. It was going to be a good night.

A small tethered cord bracelet tangled around his fingers. His thumb rubbing softly against the mixed blue and purple charms. It was a minuscule gesture but one that he was willing to make, to push by his boundaries, to move slightly forward in whatever him and Mercedes were caught in. Words weren't his forte. Well, they were in situations where he could bullshit; however, in times of true connection where voicing his feelings were crucial, it was as if all ability to speak were stripped from him.

Cody flicked his eyesight back into the reflection of the mirror. As he took a deep breath, he finally left the room - cutting off the speaker's music during his exit. Darting throughout the sea of bodies, he didn't stop to speak to anyone who tried to get in his way. If he didn't do this now, he feared that he might never get the courage again. All the girls, the guys, with their sunkissed skin and lack of clothes, they didn't matter at this moment in time. There was only one person his soul was navigating towards.

"You seen Cedes?" He questioned someone near by, taking no interest in who it actually was as his eyes still scanned the crowd. Following the direction of the other's pointed finger, a smile curled at the ends of his mouth. A new feeling of excitement creeping into his body's radar. A feeling that he'd refuse to let himself feel for years on end. This was the moment. The exact moment that he had been building himself up for in previous hours. Rehearsing what he would say so he wouldn't fuck this up.

Taking two steps forward, Cody clocked the oh-so familiar figure in front of him. Her lips occupied with another's. He stood there. Lifeless. All emotion drained from his face as he felt the opening of his heart brick back up within seconds. His eyes studied the situation in front of him, the grip on the bracelet loosening with each second. It was as if someone unplugged him and all feelings drained from his body within seconds - leaving him as numb as his stance suggested.

The gaze of his jealous eyes were interrupted as a drunken passerby accidentally knocked into him. He shook his head, as if he was shaking all shock away from his body. Of course, she was going to kiss someone else. It was fine. It's what they do - tamper with the fate of their relationship only to find comfort in the body of others. Biting down firmly on his lip, Cody knew he had to get out of there before they spotted him. Turning away, he flicked his wrist throwing the bracelet into a plastic rubbish bag, to be buried with the other Spring Break scraps.

#{{ self para: 001 }} #{{ wmu event: springbreak }}

[sethbeiste]

Seth wasn't usually the type to agree to a date with someone he barely knew, for various reasons, but when a cute girl who had come to the shelter gave him her number, he figured he'd take a leap of faith. They'd chatted a bit through text before agreeding to meet up at The Troubletones, though he hadn't given the date any real thought, until it was the day of and he knew he couldn't back out or reschedule at that point. So after work, he got cleaned up and headed out for a first date with a girl he'd just met, on Valentine's Day. He'd arrived a little bit early, so he didn't worry much at the fact she wasn't there yet. And then half an hour went by, and then an hour, and by the time 9pm rolled around he figured he'd been stood up and since he'd been waiting to order any food, he was also starving. Instead of sitting alone at the table set for two to eat, he got up and sat at the bar and ordered an appetizer and a drink, checking his phone for any messages from the girl while he waited. He let out a big sigh. "You shoulda known better, Seth," he mumbled to himself.

@ambersrose

#para #para: amber #amber rose #para: valentine's day event meme

[aubreymillerx]

Where: Face painting booth

Who: @donnymorgan

Aubrey didn't know how in the hell Aurora made her go to the face painting booth and get the stupidest shit drawn on her but, if Aubrey wasn't a cool mom, she didn't know who she was. She was painted as a tiger, looking for Aurora when instead she found Donny. "Donny," She said feeling very self-aware suddenly.

#D #{para} #event

[emersonxcassidy]

closed - @leomlarson

Emerson hadn't been old enough to attend these fancy parties when growing up, so now being back after college, she did want to attend all that she could--even if it was a bit overwhelming, given the lavish dresses (her own included) and masks and just..everything. So she needed a bit of air. If only she could find the door...

Spotting one of the exits, Emerson practically beelined to it, only to smack right into, well, someone. Darn masks... "Sorry! So sorry, excuse me. Are you okay?"

#para #para: leo #c: leo #/hope it's okay i set this for now for the event!

[agentmyth]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴜʙ w/ @agentelevatormusic

It felt so much like home it was disorienting.

When Bailey was young and bored, she'd dive into the forests that surrounded her childhood home, picking the fronds from ferns and pulling the leaves off of them, using them as makeshift arrows to launch at her friends. It was the river, the ocean, or the forest. She had a clear favorite, but that didn't mean she didn't love the dense green foliage of the Cascade range.

It was all she could think about as she approached the clearing where she'd heard she could sign up for The Walking Club. Since stepping onto the helicopter, any kind of deeper thought had sent her spinning, and that feeling felt ten-fold in that moment. The light drizzle, the smell of wet leaves and pine, the vines that crawled up the trunks of the trees; she felt dizzy, there was a headache pressing just at her temple.

She was smart enough to know when to let a thought go, but this one took her a moment. She held onto it, let it spin for a moment, before finally relinquishing her grip. Another time, perhaps when it wasn't all so new. Perhaps years from then, when the assignment was well in her rearview mirror, when she was a field savvy agent like so many of the others on the team.

Thankfully, letting it go was easy enough with a distraction. Lined up and waiting was a small pack of dogs, tails and ears up, eyes trained on any newcomers. Not a tail wagged and but Bailey found herself immediately grinning. Best. Club. Ever. And she was fairly certain she knew exactly why not a single tail had swished on the forest floor yet.

"Oh. So this is what the treats are for, huh?"

Sometimes she liked to cause a little chaos. The swishing of tails almost, almost drowned out the sound of footsteps on the trail behind her.

#para: event 1 #para: elevator music