#shiningstages

[lunarcry]

IM FKNG LOSING MY MIIIINNNNDDDDDDDD

#stardust speaking ! #shiningstages #CRINGES AND SCREAMS IN UR DREAMS she would. she would cringe. she would call u cringe she would call ur fursona cringe she would #(positive)

[waywardcollective]

Contd Thread II @shiningstages

"Thomas-" the name was barely spoken before he was interrupted by the sharp sound of glass being slammed against a wooden bar top. An indication to shut up and listen, boy. It made him blink in response, gaze immediately flicking to the floor like a reprimanded child. He listened as the small vial was dropped, clinking as it toppled over and settled after completing a full rotation. There was a part of him that hoped it remained intact, knowing exactly how much the dosage cost. It was by no means cheap. But then he felt guilty for grieving such a potential loss. His reaction only proved how deep he had gotten into this mess. However, like some of the addicts that were cared for by P.A.S.E, it was difficult to reform. A liquid dependence; there was no other way to cope with the many woes plaguing their minds. For Eli, he had no choice. It was transferred into his very existence. That was his excuse. But history could be rewritten if he allowed it.

The harsh words were well-deserved, but Eli had never experienced the wrath of Thomas before. It was surreal, hearing such anger. If those words had teeth, he would be ripped to shreds by now. But he remained silent, allowing the other man to release much needed tension. Judging by the almost empty bottle of bourbon besides him, he had been sat here a good while -- deliberating exactly what he was going to say. Chastising a family friend was no easy decision, but Eli could not fault him for it. This was a damning discovery that needed a serious conversation; there was no escaping the inevitable. As the bar stool was pulled out harshly, the chair legs scraping across the floor, he had no other choice. It was going to happen one day, but Eli hoped it never did. He wanted to hide this secret forever, alongside the other he kept. But this current one was nothing compared to what else Thomas was unaware of.

"Thomas, you have every right to be angry with me." There was no denying how bad the situation was, but he had his reasons. Whether they were the correct reasons, especially in Thomas' eyes, was another thing entirely. Sitting upon the bar stool, Eli was tempted to reach over for the vial of Happiness but thought better of it. His fingers curled into a loose fist, settling upon his lap. What could he possibly say? One option was to lie, make up a scenario of accidentally bringing back a vial from a recent raid. It was slipped inside his pocket with the intention of declaring it later, but he completely forgot about it. An innocent explanation. But he knew that Thomas was no fool. And so all that was left was to tell the truth. "I didn't find it," he finally began, staring ahead at the shelf full of unlabelled alcohol. "I purchased it from an E-Bar...like I do every week." There was the kicker. Every week. Not once. A regular occurrence.

"1ml of Happiness," he continued, taking the risk and picking up the small vial. The bright yellow liquid moved languidly inside, sticking to the sides. "Sometimes more, depending on how bad I feel." Or how much he wanted to see Walter. He set the vial back down on the bar top, turning away from it to stare directly at Thomas with a hardened expression. But there was a hint of desperation in his tone. "I only take it privately, in my own time. The girls have never seen me use any of it." He wanted to make that bit clear. "This is my problem and mine alone, Thomas. I would never bring anybody else into it."

#shiningstages #v; only as good as his maker

[flovverworks]

HELP

#shiningstages #save #hes reaching gilf territory #dont wanna think about how old this makes the twins in my mind #mitile n figaro sure granpa lets get u to bed when

[riwrite-a]

MINORI.  /   @shiningstages.

   “   oh no   !   careful,   minori - chan   !   ”   shizuku rushes to minori’s side to help her up,   taking one of her hands in both of hers.   the two are practicing a new dance independently from the whole group   —   both haruka and airi grasped the choreography faster,   as they usually do,   and are somewhere else both working on contacting people to help make new assets for their streams.

it always works well when shizuku and minori practice together.   shizuku has the grace and finesse that comes from years of dance practice and minori has the memory for the moves   —   they compensate for each other’s weaknesses well.

   “   you took that spin too hard,   but i’m sure you know that,   ”   she smiles kindly,   “   do you want to try again   ?   i brought an extra thermos of soup today if you want to take a break.   ”

#the worlds most cringefail idols.......i love them with my whole heart #shiningstages #‧ in. → 「 hinomori shizuku. 」

[miskick]

@shiningstages​ , for kotori!

❝Do you need help working on the costumes?❞ The words finally squeezed from her throat, having worked up the courage to ask despite the anxiety clawing at her from the inside out. The pair may have been close, but that meant little to Karin's nerves. Said anxious girl's eyes flicker between Kotori and the unfinished garment, and she inches closer to a chair, intending to sit and offer her assistance, whatever would be allotted to her. ❝The live show's in a couple of days, isn't it? And everyone else is busy...? Let me help, Kotori-chan.❞

#shiningstages #shiningstages / kotori #IC ≫ ( throw down! ) #VERSE ≫ ( it's our miraculous time! ) #[ well hi hello there #i hope this is alright for you!! if not let me know and i'll come up with something else! ]

[usethespoon]

Small Starter Call II @shiningstages​

         “...See what happens when you look through other people’s belongings?” There was a disappointed lilt to his soft voice, as though he was telling off a child for misbehaving. A lesson learned. “You wind up finding out more than you should.” His lime-coloured duffel bag was zipped open to reveal a portable gas canister, a set of different sized knives packed inside a leather holder, and a variety of other items that one could only wonder what they were used for. It was best not to ask. Clicking his tongue, Lee released a small sigh before staring over at them with an apologetic smile that was far from genuine. “Actions have consequences...so unfortunately, I have no choice but to kill you now.” 

#shiningstages #v; traditional torture

[rngleader]

Too lively, too bright. Those were words repeated twice over as he, appearing angrily, glanced about the area. A hand had been used to almost block out some light but still not restrict the entirety of his vision. This sekai, although confusing as to why he stood there, was obnoxiously cheerful and the complete opposite of the one he was an official part of. Kaito eventually found himself standing inside the stage tent, watching Tsukasa from a distance.

" ― you look like an absolute fool. "

@shiningstages

#blue haired ring master in the sekai ∥| ic #verse || empty (25ji) sekai #shiningstages #//seems oddly funny for these two to meet #//im also sorry. he's an ass

[toestalucia]

@shiningstages

It's a silent request, hand outstretched toward them to receive the new bag they were carrying, because Gran is already eyeing the window of the shop across the street. It had been a while since they stopped by a bigger city, least of all one with a tourist appeal, so shopping was bound to happen one way or another. " Oh, they got plushies. "

#shiningstages #hello do u want a bag carrier

[cxnvicts]

╰ * unprompted ask from 「 @shiningstages ー summer 」

"...Ah." Summer halts her speedy trajectory as she sees Ignis' fire shoot right past her. She had just come down here to do more tests on the furnace room - and make it even less likely to explode than her last attempts at energy conservation - when she had heard a commotion going on near it. Not like she liked sticking her nose where it didn't belong, but if someone where to interfere with her scientific process, well...That was different.

But this was also different too. Ignis was clearly trying to either completely heat this room up, or test herself and her sinner powers. Neither thing Summer really wanted to be a part of, but there was this conflicting feeling of 'hey, don't mess with my hard work!' flowing through her, as well as...Well, she feels like she'd get the blame and punishment over Ignis if the whole MBCC were to be blown up. Of course, all of Ignis' work could be authorized...No less concerning or wary of caution, though.

With all these conflicting thoughts in her head, Summer just sits there, guns swerving slightly as if to mimic her indecision. "Um...So...Come here often?" Said with the most awkward smile. Where was she getting her phrasing from, Che?

Ignis could feel the tip of her fingers tingle; her chest aching as breathing grew loud and heavy, the pounding of her heart echoing within her ears. Not yet. She swallowed thickly. Although she had been coming by for the past few days with the hopes of better controlling her ability, it was obvious that she still could not quite contain her blaze just yet. I was always too powerful. Too fast. Too destructive. Her increasingly growing frustration didn't help either and it showed when the fiery ball that left her touch flew off its path. 

The temperature within the room rose to match her irritation, her scowl deepening when she turned to the stupid voice asking her a stupid question.

She brought her hand up to wipe the bead of sweat trickling down from her temple to her chin with the back of her sleeves, and Ignis found she needed to take a moment just to remind herself: a deep breath in, a slow sigh out. The heat within the room gradually lessened, her expression softening.

"Summer…" She mumbled, shame almost evident in her voice now that she was no longer clouded by her emotions. "Iー" Recalling the question, her eyebrows furrowed, frown hidden behind the collar of her prison jacket, "I guess you can say that I have been coming here for some time now... What about you? What brings you here? My blaze earlier... I didn't hit you, did I?"

#shiningstages #╰ * 𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑰𝑺 ： misc. asks. #╰ * 𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑰𝑺 ： in character. #shiningstages // summer.

[lunarcry]

@shiningstages hello

She's staring—anxiously so—at the captain, as if building up the courage to ask a favor.

#ic. phoebe #shiningstages #free real estate #ACTUALLY IF U RATHER WANNA USE SOMEONE ELSE THEN DO IT heart emoji

[skiesxend]

@shiningstages​

“Vaaaaneee~” Gran is peering around him while he works in the kitchen! “Whatcha cookin’? Smells really good...” Is he hoping for a taste? Maybe...

#shiningstages #ic.gran

[flovverworks]

@shiningstages

"Ah, that's Saki— ...Um, it's a...sacri-something, I-I forgot the name...it's something the twins made, here, if you look at its cape, it kind of looks like theirs, doesn't it?" a finger pointing to the back of the small, kitty-like being, the addition sounding somewhat in-between a distraction and genuine affection (a mother wanting to show off their child's good points). "...It likes being pet, so if you want to...it's alright."

#shiningstages #(shows up uninvited on ur doorstep) hello #actually it works for diantha too..........whichever blog.....................teehee

[shacklda]

Why is your chief just a lil man? A lil goober? A smol guy to squish?

shes a chronic amnesiac they took her out the memory tub and said sign here and you could become a chief and she said okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay she didnt even have a lawyer there they did that to a NEWBORN

#shiningstages #;sir this is my emotional support cringefail gacha game protagonist. (ooc)

[ragingsands]

Chief Dalia looks over the little stand she and the MBCC staff had set up for Stargazer, puffing out her chest the tiniest bit. She was sure to have a line for this particular type of thing, so it was nice that they could afford her a bit more of an atmospheric and comfortable space in the outdoor courtyard. They only had to hope that the weather would keep up for it...But the first sunrise of the new year glittering off the shiny, silky exterior was enough to make Dalia feel satisfied for the day.

With a small chuckle to herself, along with a few talks with staff on how to organize the upcoming queues, she parts the curtains of the stand to check in on the woman herself. "Hey, you feel okay in here? If you need me to make any changes, please let me know." There's her genuine concern, along with a serious expression mixed with a soft smile. "Let me and the staff know if you need to take breaks from doing fortunes too. Everyone probably wants their fortune for the New Year, so I know it'll be really busy..."

She had just begun to wrap up the latest divination, a feat of vague words, even more vague future - if just to give a tease to the eager listener to see if they would ask more. The matters of love, friendship, wealth and health are popular, but do they really want to know the exact weight of the unknown? Perhaps not, which was why she was content with just sharing the indeterminate words. Stories that let the listeners dream, paths that let the mind wander into the unclear plains. After all, humans were bound to fight against what they were told. The rebellious nature was something of a kin to the creature borne unto the surface.

When she saw the all-too familiar head pop into her tent, her smile widened. There was nothing as refreshing as that face.

"Perhaps I could rest now. After all," she began to wave her hand, which glowed somewhat against the orrery that swirled beneath it, before it fell onto the table with a gentle thud. "I could always continue later in the evening, when the stars and moon are stronger. The crowd can wait for a clearer prophecy, no?"

She turned to the crowd that was initially disappointed, but their faces soon lit up at the thought of crystalline tellings of their future. A weary smile adorned her ever so beautiful features, and she turned her blue gaze back to the one who was kind to her time.

"Now then, to my favourite little monster... Happy New Year."

#in:box; #in:character; #shiningstages #( thank you for this ask! #feel free to respond to it if you want to! ) #int:chiefdalia; #( sorry i misspelled her name aaaaa i was sleepy when i wrote this )

[feveredbcnes]

Closed Small Starter II @shiningstages

              “Woah, where’d you get this picture of me?” Reynardine commented with a loud laugh as he scooped it up from the table to take a closer look. It was clearly from when he was much younger; his hair was noticeably shorter and his skin was a blank canvas with no ink in sight. It was surreal. As he stared back at himself, the day it was taken came flooding back to him. Barrow Hill had encountered soaring temperatures and everyone immediately flocked to the lake in a bid to cool off. Joining his friends, he put on his most ugliest bathing shorts and wore them proudly, as shown by the beaming smile he flashed towards the camera. A great day; an even happier memory. 

            Noticing some writing on the back, he flipped the picture over and froze as he registered the first sentence. MISSING. Reynardine Gethin Bowen. Without hesitating, it was ripped up and rolled into a ball. There was a smile on his face -- to cover up how he really felt about the situation -- as he laughed again. “Oh man, tha’s well embarrassin’. You are not keepin’ tha’, Lil.” What was she doing searching up his hometown?

#shiningstages #v; send me on my way

[florspinae]

ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIt’s a new shade of lipstick that I bought not long ago.ㅤI think it was our last visit to Auguste,ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe explanation begins.ㅤSoftness remains trapped between the caverns of soft,ㅤethereal features.ㅤA plain coquetry laces each of the movements of the primal,ㅤancient blossoming left the perfume wild in the breeze that engulfs the air,ㅤclosing the gap that separated them both into more of a approach that left breaths apart.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤBut since you’ve been staring at me with so much interestㅤ...ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA distinction tears asunder a pause in which the lips rearrange themselves into a curl reminiscent of the crescent moon that hangs in the skies above.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYou must be wanting to try it too,ㅤam I rightㅤ?ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ

ㅤAnd just in the way she got close in the rush of things,ㅤthe woman makes an abyss of departing:ㅤwith laughter echoing between them.ㅤA movement of the wrist,ㅤoffering the make up that has graced the conversation in a clear effort of showing up that that was just a playful moment.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤHere,ㅤyou can have this one.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ//ㅤㅤs.cㅤㅤ&ㅤ@shiningstages.

#shiningstages #&ㅤ⸻ ㅤ🦋 * ´ㅤ𝑰𝑪.ㅤhollowㅤgroundsㅤforㅤbloomingㅤrosesㅤinㅤtheㅤnight. #who will be the victim now ...