Your heart is a compass.

[vivalaopenpost]

welcome ( h o m e ) They may be an adventurer, a rambler, a gambler, banished, always on the run, a wanted criminal, someone with a higher calling, or just someone who isn't allowed to be where they'd want the most, they'll always find their way back home - a home, as a matter of fact, they share with you, though. And they'll, again and again, find themselves wanting you, for support, for care, for healing, for feeling alive, for venting frustration and anger, for anything and everything at all. You'll welcome them with open arms. Because home isn't a place - it's a person. Comment: prefs, info, preferred role, etc. Is your character the one coming home or the home being returned to? Reply: to others. Are your characters married? Lovers? Roommates who are more than friends? Thread: with them. Domestic shit like meals that can't be taken for granted, angsty/fluffy reunions, cuddling, even reunion smut if that's your thing (just be mindful of people's preferences).

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captain harlock, space pirate captain harlock eo, ota

[sansfear]

[old space pirates always manage to find their way home.]

Thranduil | The Hobbit

[farrel]

The majority of the regular inhabitants of the underground palace and fortress is minding their own business and so is a young Page. However the elf doesn't really faring well as evident from the trembling tray on his hands. He just left the king's private apartment in the housing area after retrieving the remains of lunch, an ordinary routine if not because the king's worsening temper lately. Thranduil's mercurial moods is legendary and it is volcanic for the last few days, little mistakes could trigger an explosion. Whispers abound about the possible cause this time but only Thranduil's personal servant Galion knows for sure the real root of the problem and he doesn't talk.

Thranduil threw the ink-splattered door a look that could melt rocks while on the background the ever-faithful Galion collected the scrolls thrown to the floor at the wake of Thranduil's anger. The wood-elf's calm countenance never wavered despite being in the presence of someone known for drawing his sword when angered at the wrong time. He doesn't have to, he had been raised since childhood as companion and confidante for Thranduil and he knows the king. The chesnut-haired ellon raised his head when Thranduil called his name in dangerous low tone, "Tell me why I should not march to Erebor and take Dain's head right now." The slender warrior's dark eyebrows twitched, here we go again, he thought. The negotiation with the dwarves had fallen through because of king Dain's insistence for bigger fee to allow safe passage through his territory and Thranduil's ill temper is because he had worked hard to acquire the right before this happened. Thranduil wanted the agreement be finalized before he would undertake a journey to meet a human maiden that he had confessed to Galion as being extraordinary. Thranduil always could delegate but the arrogant king of dwarves refused to deal with, in his own words, "Lowly underlings," and by now the elven king had been late for two weeks from the scheduled leave.

[farrel]

Hooves of the powerful steeds crashed into the mixture of earth, melted snow and rotten organic matters like it is nothing. Never slipped even a bit the horses carried two disguised elves closer and closer to their destination. Thranduil's expression reflected the worry in his mind, Astrid had said that she would stay until springtime. Next to him is Galion holding the rein of his own horse. Departing last night, they has been riding for hours on end and would have to take some rest too if not for the horses' sake then Thranduil's, who doesn't sleep more than a handful of hours for almost a week. They followed a forest road that stretched along a small stream. "Sire," he called over the wind generated by their movements, "There's a clearing close from here, let us stop for awhile." The last word is absolutely necessary, when Thranduil would not deliberately injuring the horses with over-exercise he in single-mindedness typical of him might forget. The wood-elf is prepared to slip mild sedative if necessary to his king's drink, it is better to face Thranduil's wrath later than risking the monarch have broken neck because of falling from a running horse's back.

[farrel]

They stopped not far from Astrid's hiding place without noticing her. Dismounted, one of them took off the horses' bridles then led both equines to water. The other one sat on the grasses with his back against a tree, long cloak and hood hides his/her features. Their voices carries to Astrid's hiding place because of the spring breeze, the first one with deceptively slender build asked permission to scout the area, which was answered with unrecognizable murmuring by the second. The slender elf left after laying magical ward to prevent anyone from entering the premise, but not before calling his sitting companion, "My King."

After Galion left Thranduil rose from his sitting position stiffly, feeling the effects of lack of enough rest and continuous high tension for weeks. Staggered to the waterline then knelt to scoop the cold water to wash his face, pale gold hair spilling out from the protection of the cloak. Nearby the horses are grazing lazily, enjoying the fresh and juicy blades of grass.

[farrel]

Pale, alabaster-coloured hand pulled the hood back and freeing pointy ears and silvery hair either from Vanyarin ancestry or from being close kin of the late Elu Thingol. When in human form he have rarely being kissed by sunlight skin but now in elven form it is literally glowing softly in the spring sunlight. Eyes that's as human is summer sky blue as an elf they are the colour of ice and terribly cold most of the time but right now they're clouded with anxiety and exhaustion.

He scooped more of the cold water then splashed it to his face, caring none for dampened cloak from the liquid running down along the lines of his lower jaw. He is tired, terribly so, but time is running short. What if like his former wife Astrid decided she doesn't want to wait anymore and left? It would be nearly impossible to locate her again during a human's lifetime.

Thranduil threw his head backward, a long drawn sigh emanating as he felt sunlight hitting his slightly feverish skin. To appear on this condition before Astrid's eyes actually is not good, but what other option there is for him? Time is not on his side.

Yoon Bum ▻ Killing Stalking ▻ M/M

[fragilesoul]

Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M

[preciousbrat]

Guinevere || Arthurian myth

[oncefuturequeen]

Athelstan ( Vikings )

[pietistic]

Savitar | The Flash

[vivifier]

let me know if this start works

[snowandfrost]

It had been weeks. Weeks since they had come across a meta with breaching powers just like Cisco and Gypsy and had sent Killer Frost hurtling through one into some earth that they didn't feel like divulging the rest of Team Flash on. Apparently, a friend of Amunet Black that was sent to erase Frost's existence on their Earth.

The whole time, the entire time, Frost and Caitlin worked and fought and clawed their way until they could find someone to breach them back to their correct Earth. The last place they had landed was Earth-2, where Barry Allen, Jesse Quick, and the team at that STAR Labs managed to get them the correct breach home.

After weeks, what felt like months, Caitlin comes through the breach and lands on the floor of Earth-1's STAR Labs, eyes still aglow with Killer Frost, just in case there was a miscalculation.

a+

[vivifier]

Amunet absolutely ended up regretting not telling Barry and the others where they'd left Caitlin. And Barry and the others probably regretted letting him know who their chief suspect was. The Flash was a hero. Savitar? Was less so.

So, yeah, that's probably how he's spent most of the past few months. That and avoiding the others when he could, trying to find her himself when he wasn't forced to rely on them.

At least he kept his comms open, which is how he knew when the breach room was open and was there fast enough to see who it was who came through.

[snowandfrost]

She's banged up and bruised up a little more than usual but those are healing. Just goes to show exactly how many Earths she's been traveling through. She holds up a cold hand, sitting up quickly, just in case. But when the figure stops and she could see who it is, she looks closely.

"...Savitar?"

She's home? She'd been tricked before.

[vivifier]

He watches her carefully. They've certainly been tricked before as well. "Caitlin?" Pausing "Frost?"

Doesn't hurt to check.

[snowandfrost]

She blinks and the ice recedes from her eyes and the blonde roots recede. The cold air stops rolling off her hands and tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to get up, reaching for him.

[vivifier]

He'll pull her to her feet, and then hug her. Something he never does with anyone else, so that should prove to her she's in the right version of Earth. "We couldn't find you."

jyn erso || rogue one || ota

[made_of_stars]

[ooc: either / or]

cassian andor || rogue one || m/f

[rebellionbuilt]

[ooc: either / or. tentatively ota sw canonmates.]

Kurenai Gai | Ultraman Orb | prefer canonmates pleeease

[roaminglight]

[More likely to be the one returning, as he's a wanderer, but either role could work.]

ray || flatliners || m/f

[afierono]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Rey | SW | OTA (spoilers a-okay!)

[thesefirststeps]