#\\ lmk if you want me to change anything!!

[rubydavenport]

@sirenmaiakelly location: the Monarch's Club

Rumour had it that Maia lived in Greywood, which pleased Ruby greatly. There weren't many thieves and con artists that had a touch that she admired, but Maia was amongst them. Naturally, that meant she enquired about where Maia worked exactly. Thankfully, being a vampire had its perks -- humans were easy to compel. The Monarch's Club was no Elysium, but naturally, she was only biased because there wasn't much in the way of food or drink that enticed her the way blood did. To be fair, Elysium was one of a kind.

It didn't take Ruby long to locate Maia and she politely watched her friend complete her dance with admiration. Maia was good, really good, although that was no surprise. Maia was good at everything she did, from what Ruby could tell. "Hi," she said with a grin. "Beautiful as ever," she complimented sincerely. A little flirting never hurt. "You got time for an old friend? I'm hoping to convince you to ditch these plebeians for me."

#sirenmaiakelly #lmk if you want me to change anything!!

[elifalvey]

location — ugly sweater party @ the williams’ house.

when — saturday, december 17th.

status — for hank ( @hxnkbrxmson​ ).

There was a moment between talking with Dylan and trying to find a new beer to drink that Elijah had forgotten all about his initial desire to reunite with Lorelai. He was certain that by this point the sweater he had lent her was completely off (and probably stuffed in a corner so that he could never find it again), and slightly less certain that she was even still hanging around somewhere. With a sigh, suddenly remembering, his eyes scanned the crowded room of the Williams’ house in search of her and with no luck, he started wading through the crowd towards the backyard. He figured if she’d be anywhere, that she’d be there — it was significantly less crowded with more room to spread out, and only slightly quieter than indoors. As he spilled out of the backdoor, he couldn’t find his friend anywhere out there either. But brown eyes did settle on someone else that he’d consider a friend, and before he really put much thought to it, he walked over towards Hank in long strides and said, “Hank! Hey! I wouldn’t have expected to see you here.” Despite his blunt words, he was simply speaking observationally. “It’s nice to see you, though! I like your sweater! But, hey — speaking of, can you tell me if you’ve seen a woman walk through here? Tall, dark hair, very posh looking, wearing an extremely ugly colorful sweater that’s a little too big for her? It’s got snowflakes on it, if that helps. She’s seemed to have disappeared on me.”

#INTERACTIONS. #ft. hank #shoving these two boys together yet again fkjgbdfc #lmk if you want me to change anything!!

[fantasywritten]

@theednygma ❤️

“EXCUSE ME, sir?” Rigg hadn’t seen the other man around before. He knew they were getting a new detective soon; maybe this was him, but on the off chance that it wasn’t, they couldn’t just have a STRANGER walking around the precinct. “Are you the new detective? If not, I’m going to have to ask you to LEAVE.”

#hope this is ok!!! #lmk if you want me to change anything!! #✽ (115.) daniel rigg tag pending #theednygma

[lcvebitez]

@legacyfiless sent : “don’t you dare.” / from seth ( @legacyfiless ) to jon / dean — whatever era you’d like

" don't you dare what ? " running his hand through his disheveled, pacing back and forth in the locker room both shared. thoughts raced through his mind that were all over the place. most of the time, people saw him as a lunatic who would make ridiculous jokes that everyone loved but that wasn't him. he was dean fucking ambrose; the one who would do anything for people to take him seriously. he thought tonight would be different but of course punk had came out and told him that he was the third best in the stable he was in. he wanted to punch that smug look right off his face but was held back by seth. right now, dean needed to calm down but what his fellow shield member said made it worse. " don't you dare that i beat that asshole up ? why ? did you hear the way he talked about us ? " reminding him of the comments punk said earlier in the segment. " how am i suppose to be calm when he told me i was the third best ? i know we agreed that we shouldn't let anyone get to our head but... his words made me want to just..." before he continued on, dean stayed silent for a moment. he wasn't going to say words that would earn him a fine. taking a deep breath, he started again. "look, tonight it was supposed to be about us but of course punk ruined it. whatever, let's leave and not talk about it."

#( threads : dean ambrose. ) #( dean & seth. ) #( verse : kayfabe. ) #( verse : the shield. ) #legacyfiless #lmk if you want me to change anything!!

[vileintcnt]

closed starter | @pageofpenandfables

Silas' family had been more than hospitable to the young starlet and the crew surrounding her current production. With full board, she'd actually found her home away from home to be quite a relaxing environment. Of course, it was one she hadn't been used to. Her LA mentality had adjusted well, though. There was, however, a particular factor in her situational enjoyment. Silas' wanton gaze had left Luxe feeling especially confident in her 'attributes'.

After seeking out the solace of fresh air on the cool night, Luxe had meandered out onto the porch, sheathed in a dressing gown and a pair of cowboy boots, the least she could do to cover up the scantly fabric of her pajamas. The blonde had presumed she'd been alone, until she bared witness to the older, very much married male, and the pit of her toned stomach fluttered in his wake. "I saw you were on set today." Having filmed a particularly sexual scene earlier that morning. "So what do you think? Am I out of a job, or getting an Oscar?"

#hey! sorry this is so late #lmk if you want me to change anything!! #ft.pageofpenandfables #luxe farrow | interacts

[gauntlets-shot]

starter for @misstantabismuses

It's not like Vi could escape her past or the Undercity in general and this new rumor only proved that. As if she had enough to think about when it came to Jinx. Pulling Vander into the mix seemed shallow, in her opinion at least. "Someone said he was the leader of the Lanes way back when." "No, he was the old owner of the Last Drop." "Apparently all his kids die in some freak accident. That's probably what made him go insane." "I heard Silco used to be friends with him." Those were just some of the things she heard around on the streets. Every sign pointed Vi to believe that the being they were talking about was Vander but she had hugged his corpse, his shimmer infused corpse and she hadn't heard a heartbeat. Was there really a way he could be alive though? She wanted to believe all of but maybe it was just that kid inside of her that wouldn't let go of her dad. Whatever it was, Vi had to see for herself.

She couldn't go around and just grab people to intimidate them and heckle them for information since she was a known enforcer now (admittedly that killed her inside a bit) so Vi went to the first place she knew she could get info: the brothel. Vi kept her head low as she went to speak with Babette and sure enough, the rumors seemed to be true. The fighter was inclined to listen to the old Yordle as she had never steered her wrong in the past but still, Vi wouldn't fully believe anything until she ran into Vander herself. Plus, Babette was one of Vander's friends so if she had heard about all of this, she should know for herself, right?

Vi was told that Vander, or rather Warwick (go figure, he and Powder both opted for name changes) would be after certain people today or was suspected to show up around said people, so Vi dedicated the whole day to staking out around those people in order to catch him. It was a shitty plan, one with not too much thought put into it but Vi was desperate at this point. The sun was almost setting and Vi was about to give up but suddenly, as she walked by a random alley way, the beast appeared out of nowhere and Vi's eyes bugged out of her skull. He looked just like the descriptions she was given, the blueish-purpleish fur stuck out like a sore thumb in the Zaunite haze. The beast had equipment on his back too, which she didn't get quite a good description on what that would look like but it checked out. Another detail that stuck out were the beast's piercing red eyes that glowed with bloodlust.

Vi kept her space just in case Warwick didn't know who she was but everything weighed down on her like a pile of bricks. The fighter's breathing picked up and she was sure her heart was going to explode at the sight of him. Tears began to form in her eyes and although she was internally spiraling, her body seemed to be fairly calm on the outside, perhaps a little fazed but that was it. He looked so different and in pain but she couldn't explain it. She wanted to help, she wanted to run into the beast and give him a hug even though he looked nothing like before but she knew. Vi knew this was her dad. She could feel it in her gut and her heart. "Vander?" She asked quietly. Her voice didn't even sound like her own anymore, it sounded like that broken teenager who would do anything for her family, her father included.

#“you've got a good heart. don't ever lose it” ✸ vi #misstantabismuses #lmk if you want me to change anything!!

[lantern-icons]

Duck

Flag(s): Progress, lesbian, gay, bi, trans, genderfluid, nonbinary, asexual, and aromantic.

Shape(s): Fluffy circle with sparkles

Requested by: @the-decapod

Anyone can use, credit appreciated but not required.

#This was fun to edit! I love ducks lol. lmk if you want me to change anything! #duck #lgbtq+ #lgbtqia #lgbtqia headcannons #pride icons #pride edit #lantern icons #lesbian #gay #bi #bisexual #transgender #trans #nonbinary #genderfluid #asexual #aromantic #requested

[puppyeared]

XIN YA MOMENT

#FINALLY. TOOK ME TWO FUCKEN DAYS TO DRAW THIS DUDE #I made it way too detailed cause I wanted em to look fancy but I’m probably gonna simplify it any time I draw them anyway shfjgsg #i changed my mind way too many times trying tk figure out Colors for them. I’m actually happy with how this came out!!!! #if you squint the sash and jinbu is a reference to sailor HEHE.. I tried to make it stand out without contrasting too much so you can tell #-that it’s not part of Xins aesthetic more like a piece of him they carry around with them <3 they make me ILL #I should also mention they can’t nock arrows for shit. they just use em to stab and cut things apart hence the lack of a bow #it was left by one of the scholars before the island was abandoned so they were like ooh stabby stabby #I just realized I put braces on both their arms and legs but I’m too tired to do anything abt it. I’ll just symmetry win this time #still need to make a quick ref for their pelt pattern and coat. I’ll slap em on artfight when activity dies down shjdgbd #my art #myart #my oc #oc #lmk oc #Monkie kid oc #Lego Monkie kid #lmk #Monkie kid #fan character #Xin Ya #furry #I guess??? #reference #reference sheet #artfight #artfight 2023

[dhampiravidi]

a second chance at death (and happiness)

Achilles had known that he would choose glory over a long life the moment he won his first duel. Granted, that duel had been against Patroclus, who he had already fallen in love with. The two vowed to bathe in the Lethe together once they reached Elysium, so they could have one or more lives together somewhere else. They shared the same heart, so they should share the same adventures.

And then Patroclus died, killed by Hector while wearing Achilles's armor. Achilles had never known grief like that before, and his only comfort was the visit from his beloved's ghost, after he'd tried to bury all his pain with Hector's. When Apollo's arrow, guided by Paris, found its home in Achilles's tendon, he cried out of course, but he was glad. He could tell by the strength of the poison (and how it sapped his own) that it was going to kill him. For a second, he remembered kind Chiron, and his own son Neoptolemus--and he pushed their memories aside. Achilles would be with his missing half as soon as he closed his eyes...

He found himself in the Fields of Asphodel, where he and the other shades, ghosts with hardly any color, wandered aimlessly between plain trees, only able to groan as opposed to talk. With a heavy heart and rage directed at the gods, Achilles sat and wept. Patroclus had gone to Elysium--why wouldn't he?--but Achilles had been damned. It felt like forever before he and all the other shades' attention was drawn to something with an enticing scent that seemed familiar...ah, blood. The thing that landed him in his own personal Hell. But he never expected to see Odysseus, solid and alive in Hades. As soon as he got the chance, Achilles warned the man against dying, explaining his own suffering. Odysseus had always been a person who commanded respect, and yet Achilles did not truly understand why until the hero convinced Lord Aidoneus himself to resurrect Achilles.

The king of Hades would warn Achilles against being impious in any way, but Achilles already knew. He would not mess up his chances at an afterlife (or another life) with Patroclus. And maybe he'd get to see his son after all--according to Odysseus, Neoptolemus should've grown up and married. Achilles had a brief reunion with his mother (a big hug and lots of kisses on his cheeks), then went to join Odysseus.

"I hope I'm not too late," Achilles said, only walking up to the older man once he and his people were done burying their friend. He held out his hand, thankful for the opportunity. Just breathing fresh air felt like a blessing, though it was far from the kind Achilles desired. "You quite literally saved my life. I am in your debt."

@eternaljunkyard

#achilles: thread #eternaljunkyard #lmk if there's anything you want me to change!

[eyeless-smiles]

@thecreativeforge | Closed RP

The dig has been going on for about a week, now. And the Corinthian has decided he's not particularly keen on this whole security detail business.

Especially if it means getting barked at by some nobody who calls themselves head of security. And sharing a tent with other mercenaries? The Nightmare wouldn't mind it if they were a bunch of hot young men down to fuck the night away. But at best, maybe two of them are passable by Corinthian's standards. And they're both fucking straight.

And Rashad's out sticking his hands in dirt all day, so why should his lavish tent go to waste? The Corinthian wasted no time in making himself quite at home in the noblemans dwelling. Currently sprawled out on silken sheets like a cat basking in sunlight. Enjoying the lavishness of it all whilst he idlly flicks through the covers of an old tome he found on Rashad's desk. Gawking at the historical inaccuracies mortals have managed to weave about their own pasts.

@thecreativeforge

#((i hope this works!! lmk if you want me to change anything #ic #closed rp #thecreativeforge

[good-beanswrites]

Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.

Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!

Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are ✨ Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...

I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm

Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.

Maybe catching a bride’s bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.

“You must be so lonely, why don’t you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?” She beamed at Amane.

She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store. 

Though she’d never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that they’d do everything together. He didn’t need to be alone anymore. 

“I wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.” Amane turned away from the cell door.

It was a good thing, too. Mahiru’s smile wasn’t as convincing as she said, “o-oh. Of course.”

She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath. 

Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasn’t sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didn’t feel like smiling through a third rejection.

She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately they’d been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.

Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No – nobody wanted it. Being together hadn’t helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her. 

So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt… or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death. 

“Mappi, are you alright?” Mahiru hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno. 

“Hah, I’m fine! Just fine.” It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying. 

At least she always spoke tactfully. “Rough morning?”

Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.

“Can I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, and…”

The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiru’s was cursed.

But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.

Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didn’t give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well? 

At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldn’t save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe. 

“Yes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.”

#milgram #mahiru shiina #yuno kashiki #amane and fuuta mentioned #i dont know how well this all fits in with your vision of the au but i had a ton of fun with this lmao sorry 😂 #oh hey if anyone knows any japanese superstitions like those in the beginning lmk #i was trying to research them but i kept getting lucky symbols/words - not necessarily actions like that #anyway thank you so much for this!! it was a really interesting moment to capture >:0 #drabbles that take me way too long to combine my three brain cells but im really pleased with the end result #i had a lot of Mahiru Thoughts but it took a bit of fiddling to make them fit together #the superstitiousness - the focus on one's presence - the parallels with his bf - what she's dealing with from the voices #im glad it came together semi-smoothly in the end asdfsd #i didnt mean for mahiru t break the fourth wall or anything -- #i always saw her as a master at picking up on social changes/cues so she can tell when things are most tense/kotoko is fully prepared #but she doesnt consciously know it -- she just knows that things feel Off #not only do the attacks confirm mahirus fear that shes cursed - but yunos involvement confirms her belief that shes extra lucky #i wonder if shed still end up spending all her time with yuno now that she thought she was such a protective person... #i couldnt articulate it right since the end was wrapping up so nicely - but mahiru starts to wonder if most people are fine being left alon #and *shes* the odd one out for craving company #then she feels isolated because by getting what she wants shes dooming someone else #i mean... if everyone you try to get close to starts getting hurt... wouldnt you worry about the same...? #AHAHAHAHA hope you enjoyed 🙃 #*posts this then retreats back into the void for a bit* #drabbles

[angelsdvsts]

↪ closed for @rcseglds | inspo ♡

lips pouts wide eyes meet the other as she lets out a sigh, "why are you being so mean?"

#rcseglds #( &&. mabel | interactions ) #hope this is ok lmk if you want me to change anything ! <3

[elifalvey]

location — expresso yourself.

status — for hank ( @hxnkbrxmson​ ).

Sending the invitation text to Hank had been the easy part. Treading through conversation to find a date and time that worked for the both of them had, surprisingly, also been easy. The impatience that came with waiting for the other to actually show up had been the hard part. Sat in the most secluded corner of the coffee shop, Elijah had been people-watching — or, really, looking at every single person that happened to walk through the front doors, and masking a sigh with another sip of coffee when that person wasn’t Hank. Did he arrive early? Yes, but that still didn’t stop him from being worried that he’d wind up sitting here for nothing. It had been months since Elijah reached out to the other man, and quite frankly, he had no idea if that was okay; he still didn’t really know him that well, and for all he could guess, he was just agreeing to be polite with no actual plans of showing up. Deep down, Elijah knew that he couldn’t really blame him for that if that were the case. He wanted to build a friendship with him, something more genuine than getting blitzed at all the bars in town he could think of, but hadn’t exactly been the best at following through. In an attempt to change that, extending his new-found happiness in other areas of his life, he reached out to him. 

And now, he sat with his coffee half-drank and Hank’s going cold. He was distracted by a notification on his phone when the bell above the front door chimed once more, and Elijah looked up with an almost immediate smile on his face. “Hank, hey! I’m glad you could make it,” he said once the other stepped closer, setting his phone down and pushing the cup of black coffee further towards the open seat. “I, uh — I ordered you a coffee but I have no idea if you drink it, so. You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. It’s just black, there’s some cream cups and those little sugar packets there if you do want to.” He offered a friendly smile. “How have you been?”

#INTERACTIONS. #ft. hank #hey hey! i hope this is okay :D #lmk if you want me to change anything!! #also i'm sorry it's long but you know me ksdfjbgkdfc you don't have to match!!

[fantasywritten]

@unbearablyindifferent ❤️

“HEY, UH… am I allowed to eat here? I’m not a hunter, but… I’m a cop, if that counts.” Flashing her his badge, he shrugged nonchalantly. If she didn’t let him in, he could always find food somewhere else.

#sorry this was all i could come up with dndndnnd #lmk if you want me to change anything!! #✽ (115.) daniel rigg tag pending #unbearablyindifferent

[lcngdays]

@bloodbared // plotted

Temperance wasn't sure what it was about him.

Richter had never made much of an impression on them before. But they'd sailed through high school without a care in the world. They hardly noticed anything or anyone. He'd probably been there, and they just hadn't been paying attention, and then they'd left town.

Unfortunate circumstances led them back home, but that didn't mean they were going to give up on the Youtube grind. It was what was paying off their student loans, of course, so there wasn't much choice either way. They were back and looking for new leads on anything paranormal and they found him.

Temp had sat through the interview easily. Asked all the right questions at all the right times. Responded appropriately. Laughed when they were meant to, all the great things an interviewer did, they did. Things had a tendency to come easy to them, after all. But they were more than just enjoying the interview, they were enraptured by it. By him.

Maybe it was wrong, or weird to be so attracted to a man telling them about all the spilled guts he'd seen but they couldn't help themself. There was just something about him. Maybe it was their similar interests? Maybe it was having someone so engaged in what they were doing and saying? They didn't know. By the time the interview was over, Temperance was practically squirming in their seat.

They smile at Richter, glancing back at their camera set up. They stand and move to turn it off. Normally they'd leave it on to catch some post production, maybe some b-roll, anything like that. But not tonight. Tonight, they were going to shoot their shot. And who knew? Maybe luck would be on their side.

"listen." Their voice is casual. "i'm not normally so bold..."

Not on things like this, anyway. They'd only ever had one partner sexually and that had been one of the most awkward and uncomfortable experiences of their life.

"but like... i think you're really hot. and that was an amazing interview. and as much as i'd love to get to work on post-production... maybe." They stroll over to him, lightly lay a hand on his shoulder. "maybe we could spend a little more time together tonight?"

#bloodbared #;temperance threads #suggestive cw #just starting this here and then after things get real spicy i'll probably continue it on my u.sfw sideblog #which is hclyrollers #you don't have to follow there if you don't want to #but itll be where this is mostly at!! #also lmk if this doesn't work or you need me to change anything!! #also ALSO sorry for the length lmao i just love to set a scene #no need to match it!

[mrthenarrator]

Oh no. It’s employee #427 and #432!! Well 427 isn’t necessarily a threat. He is just sitting with a bucket. But 432 wishes to cause chaos! What do you do? @bucket-enthusiast @timekeeper-432

Oh goodness.

I suppose it would rather depend on what type of chaos Employee 432 intends on doing! If the chaos happens to relate to the Parable -and by extension- the game being broken, I might have to do something about it. I'm unsure as to what I may do just yet, however I sincerely hope we will never get to find out.

However, I am rather glad Stanley is simply with his bucket. While I may have to have a chat with him regarding his relationship with the bucket, I suppose it is better than any chaos that might about to occur.

#submission #the stanley parable #tsp rp #tsp narrator #rp #(ooc: sorry if this isnt a good response yo! ksadjhf lmk if you want me to change anything) #(im a bit out of it today skjdhf)