#v. tbd.

[werexcat]

It was the wind, blowing the newspaper into his face, that caused him to get ahold of it in the first place, and though he didn’t read these at all, Gabriel knew what it was, but that wasn’t what caught his eye.

What caught his eye was the flashy designs and bold font that brought the ad to the front, holding onto his attention with ease.

“Fine … establishment… People… of all walks … of life…”

It was … a job offer, wasn’t it?

“No pre-ju-dice… of what you are… Try your luck”

This … was a job—a job in a paper… and though he didn’t know what a cab-bar-ret was, maybe he could do this. Though it’d depend on what he’d be doing…

Folding the paper to keep the newspaper open to the ad, he began a search for the Thorn Rose which took a bit until he found a place that matched what was had in the add. It was … bright. Adjusting his pack on his back, Gabriel was frowning though he had the paper in hand, but he steeled himself and carefully made his way towards the first person he saw. / @redlips-blooddrops-deux !

#ic. #mobile. #[ local cat tries to get a job ] #v. tbd.

[conscriptur]

@hvbris said "there's nothing you can do for me now."

He despised the fact the girl was right. What was there for Peeta to do as the girl was being sent off to fight to the death just as he did before the whole rebellion. It angered the blond that this new government still agreed with decision to create a new games that in the time of discussing it with the other Victors and Coin herself, he disagreed with the idea. His vote of no did not stand a chance against those that approved—Haymitch and Katniss, who inevitably had more sway than he could ever had based solely on the fact he was trapped in the Capitol whilst they spent their time working hand in hand with the rebels.

It may have been unfair, but the announcement after the induction of the new President had been enough for Peeta to throw distasteful words at the two other District Twelve victors. If they had chosen to turn down the idea of the Freedom Games, as they put it, then maybe it would have fallen just as Alma Coin did on the day of assassination. Matters only became worse with the decision to make the previous Victors that were left mentors for these new Games. It was just like the Hunger Games, they were now to be controlled into reliving everything through mentorship and watching the Capitol children murder each other. Peeta was sick at the thought.

The weeks leading up to the Reaping, Peeta had made himself sick nearly every day and outbursts in his home had become even more frequent. It was as if the sliver of peace that he had found after his hijacking had flown away like the dying wisps of smoke from a fire. There was no aid or comfort in Katniss or Haymitch, he blamed them whole-heartedly, far more than the other Victors. Did this all not begin to save the children forced to be slaughtered like pigs?

Due to the mentors now being for the Capitol children, Victors travelled to the remnants of the once pristene and beautiful place to sit as the names were called out and matched with a Victor accordingly. Peeta’s face had paled at the name called in accordance with his name. Cassia Snow! Not only had he spent months with the girl in the Snow mansion but he was sure she would be the number one target for all the other kids when they decided they were no longer scared and could fight. As it was, her family caused this all to happen.

Peeta was slow to meet with his tribute terrorized by the idea of sitting down with Cassia and prepare her for—for what? Death? Just as Haymitch had done for him. Though, he finally sat with her in this quieted room, alone from the other tributes and Victors. A good thing too as he would have had his hands around Katniss’s neck, the itch clawing at him as certain aspects of the room brought him back to his captivity. He had been well immersed in his dread until the silence between them was cut. And the initial anger of her words being correct was a throb against his temple.

Cassia’s words hit him with the pressure of guilt. She had to have know she was the desirable one to fall victim to death first. What her grandfather did to him, unreedemable, and yet he was tugged by something inside him to attempt to save her. “I can help get you out alive.” Peeta offered before further thinking of the difficulty of it. If sponsors were to be part of the Freedom Games like the games before, he could not picture her receiving any due to the extended hatred. “I’ll do what I can to give you an advantage in there.”

#hvbris #( IM SCREAMING. ) #v. tbd. #« 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗄 // 𝖨𝖢 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲 » #« 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗄 // 𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖶𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖣 » #( i apologize for any misspells as this was written on mobile. )

[ninnekomata]

"OI! Mutt down there! Look up for a sec, eh?" the command skitters down the walls of the alleyway from the ledge of a closed window, inky black feline perched right on the thin edge of it. tails smacks against worn brick in irritation. a moment passes and then another shout;

"You better be this Charlie I've been sent after - you got people looking for you you know!" (@let-me-be-surprised)

#ooc. #let-me-be-surprised #v. tbd. #he had to wander through so many new orleans back alleys to avoid grandmas picking him up while looking 4 u charlie #he has HAD IT!!!!

[revengesworn]

“Hey.”

There’s a smile on Mikey’s face, but something about it is... cold. Instead of creating a cheerful atmosphere, it almost seems to make the air around him thicken, creating a tension that’s easy to pick up on without him even saying a word.

...And after a moment, the smile drops off Mikey’s face entirely. As he opens his eyes, which are uncomfortably void of any kind of light, his expression suddenly becomes severe.

“You’re Seiji, right? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

@rosecoloredmuses​ ( starter for seiji! )

#ic #rosecoloredmuses #v. tbd. #aaaaa lmk if this works or if you want something else!! #i came up with the concept that someone's been spreading (completely untrue) rumors to mikey that seiji is interfering with toman #or getting it's members in trouble/hurt??? #and so he's completely misunderstanding the situation; whoops :p #but i'm happy to go with whatever you feel like thread-wise! #m. mikey.

[skulltie]

@volchiy​ said, “The effect I was hoping to have was her death. Mission accomplished.”

     oh,  katya.   this is ...   less than ideal ,  but not something totally beyond the point of remedy.  she must not be that angry with him. 

     the blood has already gotten onto his shoes so he expends no further energy in avoiding the spillage as he rounds the body.  sets the crystal wine glass on the counter top with a bit of punctuation.  

     “ i wasn’t going to fuck her. “

#volchiy #v. tbd. #hehehe

[newsworth]

@socadaf​ said,  “you might as well help, now you're here.”

     he sucks his teeth,  raising a resentful brow. 

     “friends don’t use friends for their bodies.”   

     it’s all jokes.   there’s actually something very affirming about being asked to move furniture around when his regular day to day doesn’t demand much of him physically.    “where do you need me?”

#socadaf #v. tbd. #chris: i wanna go to war! i wanna lightsaber! ... im a MANNNN!

[pumpkinstabs-moving]

@disentomb​ asked: That mask. It's shocking, completely unconventional. You must be a creative... It must be said that it gives me such inspiration. My mask, you see darling, is only lipstick and ashes. Father's, naturally. - Morticia

it is strange to feel genuine fascination for another human.  michael hasn’t felt this way in more than a decade,  hasn’t been able to care about anything or anyone with all the years locked in smith’s grove.  even now with his freedom (still fresh--  after all,  he only escaped a couple days ago),  his respect for those around him is still nonexistent.  when he stumbled upon the black-cladded woman in her garden,  he intended to kill her.  break into her house,  look for clothes she might have that would be able to fit him.  instead,  michael stared and stared and stared,  unable to peel those dark,  soulless eyes away.  he’s sure she knew of his presence the moment he arrived,  but she’s only choosing to speak now.  

he takes a step forward,  away from the bushes,  his bloodied,  bare feet soaking into the damp moss below him.  head tilts towards the woman,  not a single word or breath leaving him.  clearly,  she is not kicking him out for trespassing.  it almost seems like she’s welcoming him further in...  so he takes another step towards her,  and though his fingers are stiffly shut around the hilt of his dripping chef’s knife,  he has no intentions to use the weapon against her.  not yet,  anyway. 

#disentomb #v. tbd. #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shitdeal]

@tangerinesour said: “Move the fuck out of my way.”

What a pleasant personality. Ladybug's back was forced against the wall to avoid the irritated man storming by. Before he could move entirely out of the way, their shoulders knocked together. The man was a bulldozer. The blow was more powerful than expected, as though he was trying to tackle Ladybug and raze anyone else in his path. "You could try saying please." The words left his lips before he could retract them. This was not the conflict avoidance strategy he'd wanted to practice.

His hands briefly rose, an insistence that he came in peace. There was something familiar about the man's eyes. Ladybug leaned in a fraction, nearly reflexively, to get a better look. Had they crossed paths before? Surely, he'd remember someone with such a short fuse. "The sidewalk is for everyone, that's all I'm saying." The slant of Ladybug's brows and shadow of a smile had a frustrating, almost hypocritically unctuous quality. The less waves he made, the easier it would be to move on with his day.

#tangerinesour #v. TBD. #che: in short — he had a punchable face #i can't tell you when this takes place except that it isn't on the train #let me ease into things slowly #idk how to answer these prompts w/o just rewriting the movie LOL

[marinehero-a]

"WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON, JIJI?!" { oh ouch okay right before Marineford from almost-not-quite-yet marine traitor Buggy- }

@indomiitas — MARINE BUGGY .

ლ.    When would the nightmare end ?

     His footsteps finally came to a halt, his hands in tight fists by his side, almost trembling from the pressure. Whose side ?   The brat had the damn nerve to ask whose side ?

“ This is a matter of our duty and justice, brat ! ”    Garp spat out vehemently, cold and harsh as if he believed them  ( he didn’t  he had to ).  Tilting his head back, but not enough to meet Buggy’s eyes. He didn’t want to look at the betrayal and disbelief he knew would be there. It hurt. It hurt more than it had any damn right to. But he refused to waver. He wouldn't be called a hero if he couldn't keep steady when he wanted to do anything but.

“ Ace knew damn well what he was signing up for when he chose to become a pirate, and we both know it. ”

     The irony of the situation was far from lost. How could it be, when just the other day he was in Sengoku’s office, screaming and raging himself ?   The same sentiment he expressed now mirrored that of then, except Sengoku's words had been far heavier. Weighed down by the knowledge that he'd known. Of course, he’d been aware of his betrayal. He always had been, and Garp wished he hadn’t looked so disappointed.

    Sengoku would spare them the consequences, continue to pretend as though he was oblivious to their betrayal, because that was the most he could do. Neither of them could prevent Ace’s fate anymore. Not when the world was waiting with bated breath. Not when the Government knew of the truth.

“ You knew that this would’ve been the outcome. There is nothing more for us to do, ”    he continued even as the words felt like tar in his throat. Choking him. Really, he just wanted to laugh. How he just wanted to laugh and avoid reality in it.

    He was about to go to war to have the right to kill his grandson. He had no idea if Luffy was safe after the stunts he’d pulled. And Buggy looked a hair away from throwing the past two decades into the sea, because he didn’t understand.

    He had to understand. Garp had to make him understand. He was already going to lose Ace, he couldn’t lose another one of his brats. Did Buggy think Roger wanted the both of them to die ?

     ( Roger would have just saved them both himself. He’d never been afraid of being that selfish, the bastard. “ Save my— ”   don’t think of him. )

“ I won’t force your hand in participation, but you will not interfere, understood ?  That is an order, ”   His voice was deathly serious. Strict and commanding in all the ways he never was. It crawled at his skin, his body and mind wanting nothing more than to gag and reject it. But Garp refused to let it falter for even a second.

    Buggy would hate him, he knew, and he wished that it didn’t tear further at his already scarred heart. Buggy would hate him, but at least he’d be alive. He’d be safe —  protected in the way he’d failed to with Ace and Luffy.

    He had to stay strong, for both of their sakes.

    ...But what if he did so in a different way ?  What if he listened ?   What if he followed ?   What if he turned his back on the Marines, a traitor-hero ?   He could. He’d already entertained the thought more times than he was proud to admit. He could bring Ace out of Impel Down; he was long acquainted with the warden and staff. They would never see it coming, trusting him after all he’d done for them, after he’d nearly single-handedly filled half their prison. It wasn’t impossible.

    Except it was. Even regardless of how the thought of betraying their trust —  Magellan, Sengoku, Tsuru, Kuzan  — made him sick, he was old. Strong, yes, but he was far past his prime. He couldn’t take on the three admirals or Sengoku while trying to protect Ace and Buggy. And how doubtlessly they’d be hunted. Ruthlessly, before the public could get word that the Navy Hero turned on the marines. Because it would have to be kept a secret, lest the world lose faith in them. 

     ( Most days, it was easy to forget how suffocated it could feel. It wasn’t then. He loved the marines, he loved his duty. But the cold apathy of the Government was something that would forever disgust him. He didn’t do it for them. He did it for the people they protected. )

“ I know you're not an idiot, Buggy. So don't choose now to start acting like one, ”   he said heavily as he kept his back straight and facing towards the brat he'd raised for the past twenty years,   “ Don’t do anything rash. Or I’ll be the one to capture you myself. ”

    It was a threat, but maybe an empty one. He wasn’t sure if he could do it, if it came to it. Wasn’t sure if he could bear knowing another death of his family was on his hands. Yet he couldn’t get rid of the image of the brat dead on the ground —  magma, ice, light, poison, shot or decapitated with haki, there were so many ways for things to go wrong —  hands reaching towards Ace seconds too late, as Garp just watched. Would he watch as they killed both his grandsons ?  Or would he act ? 

     He didn’t know, nor did he want to find out. By the sea, don’t make him find out, no matter how selfish it was to ask.

#long post. #{ ic. } ✗ 「 genkotsu 」 #indomiitas #v. tbd. #[ normal!!! #[ they are they are very normal-- #[ sddsfjklds #[ rotates this au.... #[ garp vc: haha noooo not the consequences of my inaction--- #[ just head in hands he's stubborn! #[ main verse he's already just repressing things #[ but here he's just outright repeating words he heard but doesnt believe bc he Has to believe them #[ bc he has to set example he has to protect the one brat of his he /can/ protect #[ even if it mean he comes off as cold and uncaring when he does care #[ he has no idea what he's doing </3

[daexmage]

Magic could both be fickle and incredible.

If wielded well, it was a powerful asset in a Daemage's arsenal! Sometimes, however, things went wrong when even the slightest imperfection was noted, and unfortunate, Torr noted the error in the Travel Spell the moment the final syllable left her mouth. Damn! This is what she got for using a Travel Spell in a hectic situation. How was she supposed the know the town was going to be overrun with barbarians today?!

The place she ended up in, however, was ... unfamiliar. Now, she'd been in different towns across the region, but this place gave off a totally different vibe from the region she was currently living in. The feel of the air, the buzz of magic ... it was different, so different.

Damnit.

Torr began walking, not sure who to actually talk to of the people that were out and about right now. Would any of these people even speak the same language as her--English? Or any other tongue that she was familiar with which could be helped along with magic? Before long, her gaze fell upon a pretty young woman who was wearing some interesting clothes--ah, why not?

"Excuse me," Torr called out, "can you help me?"/ @eightfoldjourney / starter.

#ic. #v. tbd. #queue'd reply. #eightfoldjourney #[ sorry this took so long to churn out ! ]

[sexierthanaman]

@isitrecording continued from x.

Melinda smirked at his blush. He wasn't bad looking and it had been awhile since she had sex, so she decided to have some fun. She moved closer towards him. "No one else is here. Just me," she said with a hum. "Come join me, the water feels great."

#isitrecording #v: tbd #c: melinda

[ninnekomata]

sleek form stands out starkly against the white of fresh snow, melted as it is on the edges of the cities well-travelled streets. it is difficult to ignore the creature, its bulk startling enough to send several people stepping off sidewalks to avoid it as it passes - the cat takes no mind to the disturbances it is causing. it has somewhere to be after all.

from it's mouth dangles an item; well worn folded leather, bills and papers sticking haphazardly from the pockets. a wallet. one gripped tightly in sharp teeth as the cat leaps up masonry stairs and darts past yet more concerned citizenry. it pushes past a family to hastily make it through the doors closing behind them - certainly it couldn't open them itself.

not without inciting further alarm at least.

destination reached, it saunters towards the front desk of the Belebog Museum, eyes darting in search of something. someone vaguely appearing to belong to the place catches the cat's eye and it unexpectedly sets down the wallet to call out-

"You! Shifty-looking man! I require assistance!" « @sampomonious »

#-wiggles a wallet in sampo's eyeline- #c'mere sir the cat just wants to talk- wait #v. tbd.

[soracities]

i think reading wuthering heights at the tender age of 15 caused monumental shifts in my psyche but it did so at levels i could not comprehend until years and years later. i'd forgotten all about the "you said i killed you--haunt me then!" line until i joined tumblr but in actually i did not forget it not once bc it's been marinating deep in my bones for over a decade and then came out full force during a random listen of one (1) hozier song. you know what heathcliff and cathy were so right and i WILL haunt you actually and you ARE more myself than i am down until death and beyond babyyyy 💗💗💗💗

#i am apparently a v calming person on the outside but then under that is an excitable jack russell terrier and then under that is a studious #work dog and then under that is an utter melodramatic fanatic <3 #p #tbd

[skulltie]

@fakedsciences​ said:  “So killing somebody, even if you have to do it, it feels that bad?”

     “ mhm.  that’s what all the must reads say ,   anyways. “

#fakedsciences #v. tbd.

[newsworth]

     @vlyuvdova​ from here.

     one behavior that chris has been commended for in the past is the active effort he makes to improve upon what few and far in between failures have helped shaped him,   so that he can never be defined by them alone.   such a remark has been about the only thing that coulson has extended to him in the way of kindness,  only to immediately follow it up with the directive to cross the threshold of field work where he’s certain chris will become much more familiar with failure well before he starts to really understand what success looks like in this profession.   tonights experience is done under the observation of agent romanova,  which is obviously going so ...   so well for him. 

     chris doesn’t have an appetite for this part of the job the way other agents do,   but he’s under the impression that he’s expected to develop one over time.

     amusement is the closest interpretation one could make of his expression when the thought yielded just about the same result he’d anticipated before deciding to say it aloud.   it’s subtle,  and gone by the time she’s joined him at his side of the table. 

     they should dance,  he thinks as he follows natasha’s gaze to the center of the room and perceives some darkened doorways through the fringe of his vision.   ones better seen from the vantage point of the dance floor,   and maybe better explained by the notice of which people are using it.

     “ that was an option this whole time? “   he rises out of his chair and smooths out his tie on his chest with the hand that isn’t offered to her.   

#vyluvdova #v. tbd. #god forbid he has to do leg work #pencil pushing nerd #break him in half #this got longer than i intended

[pumpkinstabs-moving]

@timewound​ stares at him, head tilted not unlike a pup.   she means no harm, truly!   she is simply curious. . .   (hope this is okay!!! love seeing u on my dash so far <33)

as if mimicking the girl,   the Boogeyman does the same thing--  head tilting opposite side of hers,  black,  soulless eyes staring at her in complete and utter silence.   he knows she’s curious about him,  which is not unusual for michael.  people always have questions and thoughts about his very existence.  he doesn’t care,  so long as they don’t bother him or get in his way.   are you going to be a nuisance,  stranger?

#timewound #HI YES OFC THIS IS OK I LIVE FOR RANDOM IC ASKS #v. tbd.