[A building with a red neon hand between signs saying “Tarot” and “Limpieza”.  The door and windows of the building have iron bars, and there is another red neon hand in the left window]

Alameda Avenue, Yselta, TX, 4:33 a.m.


- ̗̀ PLOT DROP 001. 🔥  

      last night about an hour after closing, flames were seen engulfing the tops of the porcelain architecture of a building situated outside fashion valley mall. the building that we all know and love as the cheesecake factory was now burning. clouds of dark smoke and licks of flames filled the sky above the mall, creating a harrowing spectacle against the light of the stars. eye witnesses took to twitter to post photos of the terrible scene at hand and almost immediately, sirens were heard blaring toward the restaurant. a few employees were seen being carried out in stretchers and rushed to the hospital for burns and injuries. the names and exact conditions of the patients have not yet released by police. hours later, the fire is out and the firefighters are long gone. residents of mission valley are abuzz, constantly whispering, saying they think it may have been intentional. what do you think? maybe someone with a vendetta against the company or maybe it was purely an accident. mission valley police officers have been seen asking employees at fashion valley of their whereabouts and events of the night prior. caution tape and debris riddle the grounds of what was once a building in pristine condition. all employees of the restaurant have their regular jobs temporarily on hold until things can be repaired. the mall execs have decided that employees of the cheesecake factory are able to pick up shifts in stores of their choice to continue earning income until the building is back in it’s normal working condition. was this a cruel prank, accident or will someone be brought to justice by deliberately setting the fire? guess we’ll soon find out.

SUMMARY: fire has temporarily wrecked the property and injured some servers/cooks at the cheesecake factory. those of you who are employed at the cheesecake factory, you are directly affected by this plot drop. some may have been rushed to the hospital while others were not injured at all. you may have your character work at a different store in the time being. it’ll take about a week for things to return to normal. if you want your character involved in any way (as a bystander or anything else) and they don’t work at cheesecake, message us and let us know. (✿◠‿◠) 


Ep 21. Fun at the Oak Park Mall (groupfic) (TRIXYA) ~ Mistress

A/N: I’ve been working on one chapter of YV for days and I don’t wanna anymore so I’m putting my efforts into MPGiS. Finale is coming up and after that idk. I kinda wanna do the next season but it’s s intricate and like… hard. Also guys… I’m a high school graduate now. Diploma and everything… weird.

Summary: The Assyousucks and Overboard Park girls have another run in at the Oak Park Mall. Tensions rise and claws come out. Also, some trixya smut for your troubles. Nearly 4k

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mission valley police department have just released a statement. it reads as follows: “after a day or so of investigating and combining our findings with the fire department, we have come to the conclusion that the fire that took burned through the kitchen and part of the dining room, was NOT an accident. the incident will now be classified as arson and we will be investigating further over the coming days. this is a serious crime and we will bring this person to justice. if you have any information or suspicions, please feel free to call our hotline at (619) 692-4800. thank you for your cooperation thus far.”

wow, really? someone must be incredibly bored to set a fire to a restaurant that prides themselves on their selection of cheesecake… and ruining that for so many people. i’m not going to say i didn’t suspect this, but maybe i’ll be able to figure out who set the fire before the police do. stay safe out there, fashion valley, it seems that we have an arsonist on our hands.

it’s me. chey. comin at you with an intro. i’m eighteen, cst, and i’m an anime enthusiast. i also suck at plotting. but after i whip this out, i’m gonna move along to making a bio/about. buckle in lads i tend to make these things longer than they have to be.

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it’s ur ol’ papa back @ it again with the new bab. if ur not familiar with dad, uh, that’s me. i’m dad. chloe works too tho. anyways, this is charlie, he’s my sweet n spicy boy. i’m going to be working on his plots page today, right after this !!  so if u wanna plot w the trouble child, just shoot this a LIKE and i’ll blast ur way.

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With a little help (1/2)

[A/N: Set in some nebulous, peaceful post-S4 future. For the @kabby-holiday-fun prompt - family feels.]

He’s putting his newly bought supplies from the fruit vendor in his pack when he feels Octavia’s hard stare at his back. He turns towards her and tilts his head, a questioning look in his eyes to meet her piercing stare.


“You didn’t correct her.”

He furrows his brow in confusion.


She motions towards the older grounder woman in the vendor stall behind them.

“You didn’t correct her when she called Abby your wife.”

He looks at Octavia for a long moment.

“Ah,” he finally says when it becomes obvious that she isn’t just going to let it go.

“You guys didn’t…” A look of hurt flashes across her face, quickly replaced by a practiced look of indifference. “I mean, I know I’m away a lot, so - .”

He shakes his head and reaches over to lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“We didn’t get married since I last saw you. I just - .” He pauses and looks at Octavia, trying to find a way to explain that girlfriend seems too juvenile and temporary a thing to describe what Abby is to him, while partner is too sterile and unassuming to encompass all that she means. He shrugs as he levels the pack of supplies on his shoulder. “I don’t really know the word for what Abby and I are to one another.”

She huffs at that, though he knows he doesn’t imagine the look of relief on her face. After a moment, he sees a sly look blossom across her features.

“So,” she begins, elongating the oh sound, “I actually think the word you’re looking for is married.” He shakes his head at that and begins walking towards the bread stall at the far end of the market. She keeps pace with him and elbows him sharply below his ribs. “C’mon, Kane. You know you two were pretty much married even before you officially got together.”

He doesn’t say anything at that, mostly because he can’t really disagree with any sort of conviction. He stops to look over the wares at a metal-working stall, hoping to distract Octavia with the wicked looking weapons that are hanging up before them.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t work. She simply stops next to him and turns away from the stall to face him, bouncing on the balls of her feet.   

“So, are you gonna ask her?”

He blinks rapidly at her before rearranging his features into something approaching nonchalant.

“Well, according to you, we’ve been married for about a year already, so.” He lifts a shoulder in a casual half-shrug and continues looking at the metalwork in front of them.

She blows out an impatient breath and rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, but you guys should, you know, do it up proper. Make it official.”

He turns and raises an eyebrow at her.

“I never expected you to be into taking the proper route.”

She shrugs at that, a ghost of a grin on her lips.

“Well,” she admits, “it’s not for everyone.” She catches him looking at two intricately wrought rings laid out on the table in front of them and grins sharply at him. “But it seems right for the two of you.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long, expectant moment. Octavia doesn’t either, simply fixes him with a weighty stare and waits.

Finally, he turns towards her with a sigh.

“It just - it’s been - I mean, we just haven’t had the time to even talk about getting married.” He shakes his head and gives her a wry grin. “We have been a little bit preoccupied.”  

“But it’s a possibility?”

He tilts his head, considering. Between saving the world and keeping Arkadia running, quiet moments of personal introspection have been few and far-between. Still, he won’t deny the appeal of hearing Abby referred to as his wife; can’t, really, seeing as Octavia’s just caught him relishing it firsthand.

“It’s somewhere between a possibility and a plan,” he finally says with a smile.

She nods slowly, an inscrutable look on her face.

“I’ll take that - for now.”

He laughs out loud at that.

“Glad I could meet your standard.”

The corner of her mouth turns up in a half smile as she knocks her shoulder into his.

“Just, you know, I do wanna be there whenever you guys decide to make it official.”

He smiles down at her and nods.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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In this week’s issue, Tad Friend profiles Marc Andreessen:

In many respects, he is the quintessential Silicon Valley venture capitalist: an imposing, fortyish, long-celebrated white man. (Forbes’s Midas List of the top hundred V.C.s includes just five women.) But, whereas most V.C.s maintain a casual-Friday vibe, Andreessen seethes with beliefs. He’s an evangelist for the church of technology, afire to reorder life as we know it. He believes that tech products will soon erase such primitive behaviors as paying cash (Bitcoin), eating cooked food (Soylent), and enduring a world unimproved by virtual reality (Oculus VR). He believes that Silicon Valley is mission control for mankind, which is therefore on a steep trajectory toward perfection. And when he so argues, fire-hosing you with syllogisms and data points and pre-refuting every potential rebuttal, he’s very persuasive.

Photograph by Joe Pugilese