" tell me what do you need. " the voice of @davin0s nearby sounds almost worried and occtis fights the urge to laugh hysterically at the thought, lest he gives their location out.

a few meters away another carnage is taken place and all he needs to do to end it is stop shaking. he grits his teeth, closes his eyes and breathes, just to remind himself he's still here. it's not okay, but it's the closest thing he'll get to being okay, given the circumstances.

( is either that or he's receiving the dark gift; it's hard to know with the hosts of this little charade )

still, for someone who seems so sure of himself, talking big about the SPJ and the talamasca as nothing more than a sorority, @topshelfperverts seems to know so little of his life; and less with each passing day, if his prognosis is to be believed. stratt would almost feel sorry for him, if he wasn't such a klootzak.

‪‪❤︎‬ ask about asriel. / * ask about toriel.

you ask about your brother. tenna's brought him up several times throughout the show. it's only natural to pry.

while they can't stop themself from asking the question, they can prevent it from being audible. kris slaps their hand over their mouth, muffling the question to make it difficult to parse. they haven't been a fan of how personal tenna has gotten so far. they must endure, however. this dark world was created for a reason. one that it won't find out as long as they can help it.

and they won't let it dig anymore into asriel if they can help it.

❛  e lá estava mais uma das missões que se propunha a fazer ao invés de se divertir ou rolar na cama lendo o grimório, na esperança de decorar o que fosse necessário, para quando finalmente pudesse usar. a densidade e umidade faziam ela reclamar, florestas sempre eram assim e quando mais fundo patrulhavam, o peito tremia em um pânico muito sutil, mas que ainda doía. ela não segurava o cetro em mãos, – como se pudesse usar, naquele momento seria útil apenas para dar na cabeça de alguém – porém segurava singto em ambas as mãos como lhe fora instruído a segurar. porém, tampouco se preocupava com os possíveis encontros ali dentro, na presença de evelyn, rouge só pensava em algo completamente alheio. “quando a gente planejou isso ontem, esquecemos de trazer alguma toalha. essa umidade toda está deixando a minha pele sebosa, isso sim.”, completou o dito infeliz com um som de asco enquanto ainda andavam. ralentou os passos enquanto olhava aos redores, parando subitamente. “se você trouxe alguma garrafa é hora de desembolsar, eve. se alguma coisa acontecer o alcóol esteriliza por dentro.”, ela riu logo em seguida enquanto voltava a andar, tentando tirar um galho que estava na frente, o que deu em uma falha perceptível quando ele voltou e arranhou superficialmente a bochecha do rosto. “o que você acha que vai ser de hoje? se for para encontrar algum bicho aqui eu espero que seja uma porca camoniana. faz quanto tempo que a gente não assa um bacon? eu nem sequer lembro.”, ela mentiu. comeu na noite passada.  ❜

Jeff realised halfway through the drive to Abed’s place that he should have asked if Troy and Annie were there. Which was to say that the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to kick himself for wearing a plain t-shirt instead of something nicer-- a plain t-shirt was fine, in Abed standards, but for Annie and Troy to see him in anything that wasn’t especially stylish? God.

He beat himself up for it the whole walk up Abed’s building, sighing as he made his way to the front door. He hadn’t brought food-- there was no need to be tempted to eat, really-- but he did have a thermos with him. Granted, it was filled with a tasteless sort of protein shake, but Jeff wouldn’t have been too keen on sharing, anyway.

He lifted his arm. He took a moment. Should he go home and change? Should he make himself more handsome? Damn it, he should’ve said he’d take thirty and he could’ve fixed his hair, and--

He knocked thrice on the door, anyway.

     for @rktaeyang. ♡

a smart idea would be to text taeyang, tell him that she got into nova, and that she was signing the contract. then, maybe he could give her the rundown about all of the inner workings of the company, and a tour of the building. 

but a funnier idea would be to show up unannounced one morning to surprise him. it’d be more entertaining and he could still fill her in on all of the gossip and give her a tour afterwards at some point.

she recognized the back of his head and ran up behind him with a proud grin, landing with her hands on her hips. she wasn’t all that confident in herself starting off at nova entertainment, so pulling off something akin to a prank on her ex-boyfriend-turned-friend would provide just the boost that she needed.