*    ⟢    CONTINUED FROM HERE : @gracefallen

he cannot help the shudder that runs down his spine, blue eyes lifting to take in the other's darker gaze, his own widening at the step closer he takes. despite the dread twisting his stomach to knots, it's confusion that passes over his features. " why ? so you can congratulate whoever you are picturing ? " from anyone else, it might have sounded sarcastic, but he can hear his own confusion in his voice. his gaze dips to his hand as he moves it, unable to stop the flinch that pulls his face away, eyes shuttering, a deep inhale taken to calm his frayed nerves, swallowing down the flash of pain. " it was an accident, nothing more. i was not paying enough attention and i walked past a door as it was being opened. nothing more, magnus. sorry to disappoint. " lifting a hand, waving it dismissively in the space between them. " now, if you'll excuse me. " he should find some ice, maybe the swelling wouldn't be so bad if he managed to escape magnus soon.

sam’s almost convinced himself that the tape just randomly fell into his hands last night. 

it’s a bleeding morning ;  orange light and creeping shadows,  spindly fingers stretched across the horizon.  he’s picked frost–dry knuckles raw in an effort not to resort to the crumpled pack of smokes at the bottom of his bookbag.  corinne has mentioned that getting caught with cigarettes at school could get him in bad trouble.  namely,  detention   ‒‒‒‒‒   which seemed a far less attractive concept before sam heard levi hayes be sentenced to it for caving some kid’s face in.  wiping clammy palms on porous denim,  sam stares holes into the asphalt between his scuffed shoes,  remembering ( ... ) as the floodlights on the football field die in favour of the rising sun. 

he couldn’t have done it himself,  what levi did   ‒‒‒‒‒   sam’s never fought back against or stood up to anyone.  except once,  but that rebellion left no one bleeding but himself.  he’s jealous and awestruck and sorry,  and there’s not a chance in hell he’ll be able to play that casual at all.  because this is a pretty big deal.  limited edition.  and sam (very famously,  to his own detriment) hasn’t really talked to anyone at school yet.  he’d prefer to have saved that for graduation.  or the next time he needs to find weed.

but by the time levi’s car peels into the parking lot,  coming to a stop all crooked between the pale white stripings,  sam has made up his mind.  it’s cool,  after all.  he just coincidentally found the tape laying around when he was closing up shop,  and his sister didn’t want it anymore,  and he himself for some reason doesn’t,  either,  so he brought it here.  because he also coincidentally remembered that levi would break someone’s nose for that tape.  and that,  coincidentally,  meant something to sam when that cover began to haunt him from its place on the shelf.  it’s meant something to him since levi’s fist hit its target,  all the way up to now. 

with a minute shiver and the cloudy exhalation of a bad word,  sam pushes off the hood of corinne’s car and grabs the very offering he intends to make with the shrug of his shoulders,  like it isn’t a big deal at all   ‒‒‒‒‒   like that tape doesn’t weigh a ton in his hand and he can’t feel bile rising in his throat.  all cool. 

he’s tapping on the driver’s side window before he can think better of it.  or think about booking a flight home.  behind the glass, with helpless eyes   ‒‒‒‒‒   this poor,  poor thing,  barely a person yet ;  pale skin,  wispy hair and dark circles in the newborn winter light.  he takes some empty breaths,  then proffers the tape like a magical boon,  a shield to guard him.    ❛❛  i heard you lost yours.  ❜❜

﹙   ＊   ﹚      &*  @daevilhorns:      𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙.

CURIOUS SMILE PULLS AT HER LIPS , head shaking at his words. " no ... " she says , wondering how he ever could've thought that it would've been. she's not been able to stop THINKING about him since he vanished --- a part of her worried that it had all been some strange , alcohol induced dream. but here he is , as alive and BIZARRE as she remembers. nodding slowly as he speaks , she notes the little to no detail he PROVIDES. " hm ... " she says before following his gaze down to her hands , stretching out her fingers as if expecting to see something on them. " a few ... " she admits quietly , brows PULLING together as she looks up at him again. " but no handsome , unusual strangers came running out of the shadows to help me , so i had to deal with them on my own . " hands drop as she RISKS a step closer. " where did you go to ... ? " she asks , ensuring to keep her tone gentle. " there was no record of you at that hotel . "

↪   CONTINUED FROM HERE ; @starlcved

( SEBASTIAN MORAN ): DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP. the hope was a passing thought, anyway, dashed now entirely by sebastian's words. if there was to be no friendly conversation between the two, at least hannibal could prepare himself for whatever it is the other truly wanted his company for. ' does that mean you won't join me for a glass of wine? ' knowing glance is given up to sebastian, doctor lecter gripping a bottle of red from his collection. he meant to enjoy it himself, but he'd much rather taste the sweet drink along side good companionship. perhaps that's more than he could anticipate, tonight. nevertheless, hannibal collects two glasses and pops the cork of the bottle. ' are you here for business or pleasure, mr. moran? i can hardly ever tell, ' amused grin is given up to the other man, offering him the cabernet. @gunbash.

#barbairy. ind, sel, and mutuals only roleplay blog for elina from barbie's fairytopia, mermaidia, and magic of the rainbow. crossover and oc friendly. adored by b [ 23 | she&her ].

* a study in: struggling to find acceptance, wanting to be normal, earning your happy ending, chronic hero syndrome.

starter call : connie → @warrued.

" we should leave, before they come back. "

for some godforsaken reason, i’m still here, like i’ve always been before. from nesta to murtagh hehehehe

𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞,  as though a wrong movement might crack and splinter the air between them.  𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘚 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘙,  blacked–out safe for where treetops part to 𝖆𝖉𝖒𝖎𝖙 jagged slices of night sky.  nesta’s anger 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   ‒‒‒‒‒   she looks painted red beside him, LIKE A BEACON SHINING.  murtagh narrows his eyes at her,  withholding reply.  he cannot seem to make sense of this woman.  after rummaging through his saddlebag for a wineskin,  then uncorking and offering it,  𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 :    ❛❛  so you wish to leave.  ❜❜

@kingbiote  ›  🎤   ft.    cocaine  jesus  by  rainbow  kitten  surprise.

              it's  nearing  ten  o'clock  at  night,    and   beard's  only  a  few  beers  in.    the  alcohol  is  a  welcoming  warmth  in  his  stomach,   a  pleasant  buzz  present  throughout  his  system.   eddie  had  joined  him  about  ten  minutes  ago,   granting  him  company  on  an  otherwise  uneventful  night.   ted  had  a  scheduled  facetime  call  with  his  son,   so  beard  made  the  trek  to  their  usual  place  by  himself.   while  drinking  alone  had  been  nice,    it's  a   lot  less  sad  when  you  have  someone  beside  you.     so,    he's  just  grateful  eddie  had  come  when  beard  had  texted,   politely  requesting  his  presence.   leaning  forward,  half-empty  glass  in  hand,   beard  says,     ❝      thanks  for  showing  up.      ❞    a  pause,    giving  beard  the  time  to  sip  at  his  beer,   contemplating.    since  eddie  came  all  the  way  here,    beard  sure  return  the  favor.        ❝      you  know,   you  could  call  me when  you  need  it.   it's  good  to  have  people  like  that  who'll  be  there  when  you  need  them.       ❞

@queencvbra

        ↪  "i’ve been having weird dreams ."

          oh,  her  expertise  is  needed.  well,  expertise  is  not  exactly  what  she'd  call  it,  but  between  her  &  her  friends,  she  probably  clocks  the  most  hours  googling  &  reading  about  dream  interpretations.  sure,  sometimes  the  mind  plays  tricks  on  you  because  of  stress  &  all  of  that  unpleasant  stuff  tory  most  definitely  has  too  much  of  in  her  life.  but  even  then,  dreams  can  be  a  gateway  to  answers  you  didn't  even  know  you  needed.  so,  color  her  intrigued  !  braid  completed,  she  lets  it  fall  down  tory's  shoulder,  "  have  you,  now  ?  " before  nudging  her  a  little,  prompting  her  to  turn  around.  curious  eyes  watch  patiently,  leaning  back  into  the  couch  as  she  draws  her  legs  underneath  herself.  "  are  you  sleeping  through  the  night  ?  i  always  have  weird  dreams  when  i  don't  sleep  enough.  usually  before  cheer  competitions.  "  shudder.  "  –––  so,  what'd  you  dream  ?  "

seraphina carries herself with a large, and earned, amount of confidence. she knows exactly what she is good at, exactly where her strengths lie, and she’s damn good at playing them. she can be very cat - like in how she moves, decidedly leisurely with her actions but always, always precise in her existence and body. in some instances, her movements can be swift to the point of uncanniness, which definitely contributes to the discomfort that one might feel around her.

*    ⟢   lysandra ennar - ashryver → @starlightfreed : ❝ god ,  it  feels  like  i’ve  been  here  before. ❞

it is not the first time someone has recalled their time here. the land between lands is a wonderous paradise. unless the memories are taken, as they were from the unworthy, the land remains suspended in the minds of travellers as a dreamscape. something of a smile dances over her lips, russet gaze moving over the travellers features. " perhaps you have been here in a dream, ma'am ? " head tilts, sending chestnut curls sprawling over her shoulder before turning to the preparations for dinner in front of her. small this time, the inn had not seen many visitors for some time. " are you travelling for long ? " changing the topic with practiced ease, deft fingers slicing into the vibrant green vegetables that only grew in this land alone; part of the test she was soon to conduct upon this traveller and all the others.

﹙   ＊   ﹚      &*  @lickbatteries:      𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

❛❛  no,  you won’t.  ❜❜    𝗔 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗔𝗦 𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗔𝗦 𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥.  oppressive desert heat   ‒‒‒‒‒   𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐,  palpable as human touch.  forming a fist that clenches. AS ENGINES REV UP IN THE DISTANCE,  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮 turns their back on the smouldering cadaver of a getaway ride and 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎 of a ray gun to the paper cut–out silhouette ᵒᶠ A LAST STAND.  she has deemed that party poison,  𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑,  cannot meet their end here.    ❛❛  you should go back      [  . . .  ]     𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔.  ❜❜    the gun gleams 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬,  𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦,  like a spectre of sunlight.  𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎�� 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜.

BROWN  EYES  ROLL  AS  SHE  LIFTS  THE  GLASS     back  up  to  her  lips  ,    attention  turned  back  towards  the  crowd.    “  come  on  now  ,   darling   .  ”     she  muses  ,   half  SCOLDING  words  intended  in  a  mostly  playful  light.    “  you  can  treat  yourself  to  at  least  one  night  off  every  now  and  again  !   god  knows  that  you’ve  earned  it  .  ”    still  ,  she  can’t  help  but  THINK  that  there’s  something  more  to  all  of  it.  or someone.  dragging  her  gaze  back  over  to  him  ,   she  allows  the  smallest  TRACE  of  a  smile  to  appear  on  her  lips  as  she  leans  in  closer.   “  you  could  even  invite  your  new  friend  out  ,   you  know  ?  i  really  wouldn’t  mind  .  ”

↪   CONTINUED FROM HERE ; @acharnemcnt

@herencias , cont.

others would shame her for keeping such dangerous company. in her line of work, there should be no such empathy for a killer, a criminal like hannibal lecter. but that is what he loved so much about her - clarice could look past the bad things hannibal has done and truly see the man beneath. not many have gotten to see him, the real him ; he hasn't given many the chance. but clarice has earned it. all of those visitations with glass walls between them, the conversations she graciously bestowed upon him. her mind was delicious, and hannibal had been lucky enough to get inside of it. the doctor didn't intend to take that for granted.

' it's is a stunning sight, ' hannibal recites, but he is not referring to the room they now both stand in. even in such a place as italy - known for its culture and beauty - clarice starling stood out as a monument ; a glittering treasure. knowing that she was just as happy to see him made hannibal grin, teeth and all, as he moved to the bottle of champagne he had ordered upon his arrival. ' you flatter me. i've always felt i belonged in europe. my heart urged me to come back here. i suppose i should be lucky i finally got the opportunity, ' it's a light quip, the doctor giving the agent a knowing smile over his shoulder before he pops the cork of the bottle. bubbles explode into the glass as he pours, only turning back to clarice when he can offer her the flute of champagne. ' i thought a toast would be in order, ' eyes land on hers, softer than someone like him should look. ' to freedom. and... to us, ' glass touches her own with a small tink.

happy 413 everyone!! 15 years felt like a significant number so i wanted to do push myself to do smthg over the top for this one haha

this comic has had me in a chokehold for over 10 years waow.. still lookin forward to see what comes from the new team! anyway happy anniversary sweethearts <333

newbie fic authors, shooting themselves in the foot: This fic is bad haha I suck at writing lol I am being mean to myself in the hopes that you will be nice to me but actually am dissuading anyone from even clicking on my fic because all I have done to advertise it is tell you why you shouldn't read it

me: I am King Big Dick of Fanfic Mountain and I have arrived in your fandom with the Express Intention of writing my Very Favorite Fics, which I will generously allow you to read. You're welcome.