Value: A Russie Features Short

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

March 2017

Flashing lights, blinding lights. A microphone was pushed into his hand, the other gripping the plaque tightly. “Congratulations,” someone – Sol? – whispered, pushing him a little more to the front. Tadashi froze and stared, wide-eyed and still in shock upon what had just happened within the past two, three minutes.

He wasn’t sure what had happened, honestly. He and the rest of Squad A were busy drinking, and he was laughing at a joke Peters had told, when all of a sudden his name was announced and Aether was pulling up with the brightest smile on her face. Peters was whooping and Mack was laughing too, and before he knew it, he was stumbling to the stage with Sol beaming up at him. There was someone with her too, probably a higher-up, who most likely congratulated him as well, he didn’t know.

“I—I honestly don’t know what just happened,” he admitted into the mic, the entire room laughing warmly at that. He wasn’t trying to be humble nor was he trying to play off his win, not at all—it was the truth. He hadn’t been expecting any of that to happen, not at all. “Honestly. I never really expecting any of this,” he told the rest of HQ, his eyes falling to Squad A’s table.

He caught Aether’s gaze momentarily. She smiled even wider, if that was possible, and was holding a handkerchief that Mack had most likely lent to her. You can do it, she mouthed, and he swallowed, nodding before looking at the rest of them.

Tadashi inhaled for a second before putting on a smile, loosening his grip slightly and starting to speak.

Russ' Updates #090: More Preps

Good evening, guys! 

So the sixth season of Game of Thrones ended today, and I think to say that this season was the best one out of all of them, despite some...losses. *tears* Sadness aside, I can happily say that I'm finally starting to plan out the blogsary! I was able to come to a final 'theme' and will start doing more research starting this week. :3 

"There's a lot of good stuff coming this August."

Anyway, June's ending this week - with that, you can expect a new Russie Features character to pop up around the start of July. Although if you know the color order of the Coalesce characters, I'm pretty sure you guys know who's next. ^_^ Hope you guys are looking forward to it! 

Posts to Expect:

[x] Russie Writes: A Russie Features Short
[x] Russie Writes: A Transcendence Short

Have a good week, Darlings! 

Team Profile: Team Araceli

Firsts: A Transcendence Short

Free-Jones Apartment

New York City

United States of America

June 2121

I.

The first time Ansel bares his symptoms to Elena, he’s crouched over his desk at an ungodly hour, fingers shaking as he attempts to get through more than half of his current project a higher-up had assigned him to.

The office smells of dull caffeine; the trashcan underneath the desk filled with small bottles of the coffee he purchased at the nearby store just hours ago. At that point, the slightest rays of sunshine peek from behind the heavy blinds. Something rings in his head; an annoying throb that makes him swallow. “Fucking shit,” he mutters, attempting to block out the throb with yet another play of the video so far.

There is scenery over the sound of a light piano in the background. He keeps his mind on the screen but his thoughts gloss over, the throb ebbing stronger and stronger to the point of him pausing the video and running his fingers through his hair. Ansel attempts to calm his breathing, attempts to remove the headset with shaky fingers and shakier hands. The caffeine in his system rejects the work done and his body feels on the verge of collapsing—

He hardly notices his shaking until the lights flicker on, and a pair of hands cups his cheeks, jolting him back. His vision sharpens immediately from the blurred mess it was. He sees Elena staring at him, her eyes a pool of worried blue and suddenly feels everything from the cold air on his skin to the warmth of her hands. He opens his mouth, tries to speak, but nothing comes out.

Mood Boards: Tadashi Sato

Russ' Updates #089: Bits and Pieces

Hello, Darlings! 

Not much to say this week, actually - I'm still planning bits and pieces of the blogsary celebration for August, and I think I need to start planning faster, whoops. But aside from that, I'm really looking forward to how it goes! I (sort of) know what I want to happen; I just need to start finalizing them as soon as possible. :) 

...also, it's probably for the best that I actually start reading the books I have to read as well as the readings I already have for second year, whoops. June's ending next week, so you can expect the last Russ Features graphic to be posted some time next week, and the short next week! :D 

Posts to Expect:

[x] Russie Photoshops: A Russie Features Graphic
[x] Russie Photoshops: An RRC'16 Graphic
[x] Russie Writes: A Transcendence Short

Stay: A Russie Features Short

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

September 2009

8:24PM

“You have to admit that you were expecting it to happen already.” Three pairs of eyes glanced Tadashi’s way; Tadashi merely gave a dead shrug and took yet another shot of a drink Ross had ordered minutes back. The alcohol stung and burned. “You two were already like this drink.” Ross raised his cocktail, “On the rocks.”

The pun was met with groans from the rest of them. Eri shot Ross a hard look, to which the other merely smirked and sipped from his glass. “That was horrible, O’Neill. And not the time or place for it.”

“What?” Ross shrugged, “It helped, at least. Sato can’t spend the rest of his time sulking. Let the man laugh.” They looked at him again and Tadashi felt uncomfortable. Letting loose a nervous laugh, he drank yet another shot, to which Sol gave him an apprehensive look.

“That’s not going to help,” she told him quietly. “Drinking isn’t going to help you, Tad. You know that.”

“It seems like the best option for now,” he muttered. Clutching the glass tightly, he glanced towards the bottle to which Sol pushed it away. Ross caught sight of it and cocked a brow, leaning in a little closer and inspecting Tadashi closely.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “You don’t look too good, man. Sol might be right in taking the bottle away from you.” In response, Tadashi could only groan and rest his head on the table, mumbling for them to fuck off.