#you don't have to match length <3

[honorhearted]

@ycllowhaired​

As a reverend’s son, Ben had always been taught that retaining ill will towards another person was wrong. One mustn’t covet, nor begrudge another man’s actions, and yet in this instance, Ben liked to believe God would forgive him -- nay, agree that his yearning for revenge was completely justified.

In a cruel twist of fate, his brother, Samuel had been arrested on a trip to London. He’d merely been speaking his mind in a tavern -- oh, Heaven forbid -- and the judge presiding over this trial had condemned him to prison...a prison where Samuel withered away, grew sick, and ultimately died a dog’s death. That sort of oversight could never be forgiven; not when this Turpin monster lived more than heartily in a mansion, while meanwhile everyone else starved and pleaded for crumbs. 

Ben wished to reverse his fortune. So now, leaning against the wrought-iron fence across from Turpin’s grand home, he pretended to read the book in his hand, occasionally glancing over at the small boy he’d hired to pose as a distraction. At long last, he could hear a commotion. The little boy was waving his hands, speaking loudly about an investment -- one that the judge had made, of course -- going “up in flames,” and that he’d been sent by “some nice banker” to come fetch him. Turpin, in all his greed, couldn’t resist this ploy, and immediately fetched his hat and coat before accompanying the child out into the street.

Miserable old miser.

Watching until the two had disappeared, Ben quickly rushed across the street and jogged up to the front door. In Turpin’s haste, the damned fool had forgotten to lock up, and with a breathy laugh of disbelief, Ben showed himself inside and quickly shut the door behind him. He didn’t know what he was looking for, exactly -- something, anything that could prove what a monster this man was -- so he took his time as he searched through the large house.

Before long, Ben became incredibly frustrated. None of Turpin’s desks nor potential hiding spots revealed anything of import -- not even a ruinous letter. Sourly, he headed for the final room in the upstairs hall (his last chance) and immediately froze once he realized it was locked. Oh... Well, surely this was a room of interest! No man with nothing to hide would lock a door, after all.

Giddy, Ben set to work on picking the lock. After a handful of unsuccessful attempts, the lock finally sprung open, and he pushed his way into the room, pleased with himself until he realized that...well...he wasn’t alone. A pretty young blonde was seated in the far corner, embroidering quietly. Shit. Shit, shit, shit!

Pale and wide-eyed, he opened and closed his mouth a few times before spluttering, “Oh, uh...I-I’m so sorry, I...I thought...” Quickly. Come up with something, damn you! “Er, I am a carpenter. I was called in to fix a wobbly table leg. The judge isn’t presently here, so...I suppose I miscalculated the room. Apologies.” Though just as Ben turned to leave, it suddenly dawned on him that this woman had been locked inside this room -- that she was a prisoner of sorts -- so slowly, he halted his trek and turned again to regard her. “Are you all right, Miss?” This time, he didn’t bother disguising his American accent. Somehow, he had a feeling they might be on the same side...

#ycllowhaired #different cages #//forgive the length i'm PUMPED lol #though ofc you don't have to match me #i was just trying to give some backstory and set the scene #so write as little or as much as you want! <3 #let me know if i need to change anything! #long post tw

[viatrixtravels]

Cold Season [OPEN STARTER]

"Nn..."

When Lumine woke up that particular morning, her head felt heavier than usual, vision slightly clouded as she dragged herself out of bed, her joints aching painfully.

Sore muscles were a common occurrence for the blonde, seeing as she spends most of her days roaming the vast lands of Teyvat, battling a wide array of monsters - from slimes and Hilichurls to the much more threatening Fatui Agents and Ruin Guards.

However, this was a different kind of pain. One which might not happen as frequent but which she dreaded more than anything.

Our dear Traveller ー had caught a cold.

While not exactly life-threatening, she dreaded nothing than being sick. After all, who likes being stuck in bed all day, unable to do your daily commissions or even just make yourself useful in any way, shape or form?

So no, she refused to let some cold get the best of her. Despite Paimon telling her to rest, the blonde stubbornly bit through the pain and dizziness, getting dressed before heading out for the day.

"Coff, coff..."

Her first task of the day was to clear out a Hilichurl Camp near the city. Easy peasy, right? The Hilichurls and Mitachurls who guards those are child's play to a seasoned fighter such as herself. ー That is, assuming she is in tip-top shape.

Right now her movements were sluggish, making it difficult to get the right aim, let alone dodge incoming attacks.

"...Ack!"

She winced in pain as her body hit the ground after being sent flying back by the Mitachurl's attack. Lumine tried her best to get back up, but everything around her was spinning.

"Ugh..."

As she looked up, she saw the monster standing right in front of her, its sharp axe already heading her wayーー

#;; ic #;; open #// idk I felt like writing an open uwu #// stubborn Lumi putting herself in danger again #// I didn't specify a region so anyone can respond to this <3 #// also this turned out quite long #// but you definitely don't have to match the style nor length!!

[hxttrick-archived]

@cagcd

Soft zephyrs and rustling leaves as a means for ambiance, paired with chirping cicadas and distant owl calls. This time of night offered a pleasant atmosphere for those who wandered either with a destination or just plain aimlessly. And yet...there was one who remained unaffected. One who could only walk the side of a semi-empty road. There was the occasional car that would pass on by, but not a single one stopped even for a glance.

This being all by his lonesome, was a face all too familiar with Earthrealm, and yet, the time he spent away from it felt like an eternity. A being who once fought to protect it from the tyrant Shao Kahn, only to lose the life he had with a simple snap of the neck. A dull shiver runs through the man's spine; the thought remained bitter...

This man's demise would become so much more upon resurrection by that of Quan Chi. A desire for vengeance against his now former mentor. And who was this man? Of course, this was none other than Kung Lao; back in Earthrealm after so many years.

As he walked this lonely roadside, lights would soon appear in the distance. There was an abundant amount of them with many tall buildings, indicating a city up ahead. Not a single pause was given to marvel; there was no point... This was a man on a mission.

Silent and staring forth through an iron mask, he seeks no break as he continued onward. This scenery that was presented to Kung Lao was nothing in the slightest to China. He was instead in America, and simply put, on the search for a particular person from his past: Johnny Cage. What little he knew after all these years was his affiliation with the Special Forces. There was no way in hell the razor hat wielder was going to walk up to one of their bases the way he was. Being killed on sight, though not as bad the more it was thought upon at first, wasn't what he wanted.

Based on what he already knew about the actor, his home must be located somewhere.

...This trek was becoming tiresome, and yet despite his current energy, he quickens his trip to its final point by means of teleportation. He fades through a blue portal, from one side of the city, to a bit more of a familiar part, where sat a luxurious condo before his very eyes. Now to approach, but the former Shaolin remained still. Breathing became a tad heavy underneath the mask as if fear was suddenly creeping up on him. A foot slides backwards but he steels himself mentally.

'No...make your move. Do it.' He told himself. 'No more anguish...' A deep breath in....then out...before approaching the exquisite building. It wouldn't be long until that step was out of the way. The door was now before him, and suddenly, he was reaching for his hat to shroud his already covered face. Contemplating his next move, he closes his eyes and finds himself shaking in place. However, this panic in his body was forced to subside as he would give the door a heavy knock... All he could do know was stand and hope for an answer...

#cagcd #(i hope this starter's okay ;w; you don't have to match my length and take all the time you need to reply <3

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 - always accepting !

you have no idea what i'd do to keep you safe.

The plan of action in pursuing this particular He Who Remains Variant was simple: Amora would pose as a distraction, Loki surveyed the establishment for any of this particular Variant's henchmen and dispose of them and Mobius waited for him to cue an ambush of said Variant with an appropriate amount of Minutemen. Posing as an exotic dancer to gain the attention of a mob-affiliated millionaire was mere child's play for The Enchantress. And all was going swimmingly well, until the Variant called a few more of his men over to gawk at Amora.

Shifting a bit on his lap, she forced a smile and held out a hand in greeting, fighting back a gag when the opposing man bestowed a kiss upon the back of it. These men were armed with weaponry, though bullets barely phased Asgardian deities such as she and Loki, whom she couldn't help but take note of his ever-building envy as more men crowded around her. The multitude of hands on her bothered her more than she'd ever admit; she was used to men flaunting after her prowess and her beauty for eons, though not being touched by two at once. She merely played the part and waited until the Variant had his guard down so she could enchant him with a kiss Loki hopefully wouldn't see.

Though, that moment never came due to the onslaught of bodies hitting the brothel floors as the group of men, the Variant included, slumped over and Loki was the only one left standing, hurrying over to her and grabbing her arm. With a tug, she was off the Variant's lap and walking alongside Loki towards the exit of the establishment. She barely had time to process all of what had happened, though she yanked her arm from his grasp and demanded to know the absurdity of his actions. He claimed they were getting "too insistent" and could tell she'd been afraid. This, for some reason, angered her.

❛  Afraid ? The Enchantress holds no fear, especially not towards Midgardian fools such as these. I had the situation under control, and I was more than nearing my opportunity to strike my target. I am no weakling, Loki. I am more than capable of saving myself.  ❜

#. ˚ ◞ ♡ IN CHARACTER ／ A love which is as unconditional as it is all-consuming. #. ˚ ◞ ♡ VERSE 02 ／ In the name of love madness claimed her. #liecrafted #;; oh boy so i might have gotten a bit carried away with this.. you don't have to match my length ofc #;; but yeah basically amora is so upset because she thinks loki sees her as weak and he's like the one person who always #;; saw her for who she is and who always made her feel seen thus empowered #;; also she thinks that it's bc of mobius that loki now sees her as weak and not the all-powerful enchantress he fell in love with #;; and she kinda wanted to prove her worth to the tva since loki cherishes the tva and the ppl in it but #;; this also makes her envious of the tva and mobius as well #;; but also territorial loki we love to see it #;; btw i labeled this as unprompted bc i could not for the life of me find it in my meme tag i'm sorry </3

[sandcrafted]

When she sees Levi, Nifa can't believe her eyes at first.

It's not like this is the first time she's encountered someone from that distant, dream-like past. The life in her memories where she lived and died as a soldier, over a century ago, were at first something she didn't believe was real. But the knowledge those memories have given her about people she should've never met in this life; their names, their habits; personalities - things she shouldn't possibly have any way of knowing... they've long since proven to her that it all has to be real. As hard as it is for her to believe even now.

The problem is that out of everyone she's met from her past life - none of them could recall a thing. The concerned and creeped-out faces of her old comrades as she insisted that she wasn't crazy, that they really had met before in a life before this one, still stick in her mind and cause her to cringe when she looks back on them. Honestly, it's difficult not to want to cry when she thinks about it... so she doesn't, for the most part. She focuses her efforts on this life, and honestly, she's been happy living that way. Sometimes she's hit with a bitter kind of nostalgia, or catches herself wondering about how her old friends are doing, but... they're nothing more than fleeting moments, and she's learned to live with them comfortably by now.

But this... is Levi. It's not like she was ever especially close to him - not compared to people like Hange, at least, but- she'd respected him. Looked up to him, even. In fact, he was the last person she saw before she... before she died in that horrible way. So maybe it's no surprise that seeing him now leaves her off-kilter, dizzy and unsure of herself, trying not to recall the smell of blood and sound of gunshots in her ears that suddenly feel all too real.

Speaking with him is a bad idea - she knows that. But unfortunately, it looks like that decision may have been taken out of her hands. Because he's noticed her already, and from the look on his face, her abrupt bout of nausea hasn't gone unnoticed either.

"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm fine! It'll pass in a moment... You don't need to worry about me, sir."

@naitfall ( starter! )

#ic #naitfall #v. reincarnation. #c. nifa. #OKAY THIS STARTER ENDED UP SO LONG I'M SO SORRY........ #don't feel any need to match lengths or anything!! <3 #but yeah; i went with my reincarnation verse here because i could not help myself. i love reincarnation verses so much... ;w; #feel free to have levi remember or not remember as you choose!

[sapphircs]

starter for @scnfullcst ❤️

Her last luggage was set in the living room of her new home: Thinya Somerville, now Bridgerton, scanned the beautiful house with its tapestries. The young aristocrat had agreed on moving out of her parents' mansion, and live with her new husband Anthony.

It was a great roller coaster for Thinya, avoiding most of the Lords her father found, with the hope to match her with a fine suitor. Alas, Thingar Somerville only found creepy Lords: one was a Viscount, with an obvious tendency to drink alcohol early in the mornings until late at nights. Another one would look at her with lusty eyes, making her understand that she was no more than a piece of meat. One even whispered in her ear that at home she would clearly be nothing: just a stay home wife, who should give him a son.

Overall, the brunette always managed to get away from this terrible matchmaking mascarade. Until the day she met Anthony Bridgerton, on a summer evening. Dima Somerville had agreed to meet with Violet Bridgerton for a tea party. The graceful aristocrat brought her daughter, with the intention of introducing her to her dear friend. When her green hues met his brown ones, Thinya's heart skipped a beat. Never had she seen in her life such a handsome Viscount. Both spent some time alone in the gardens, realising they had a few in common. Especially the pressure of finding a husband/wife.

A few weeks later, both agreed to marry. At the greatest joy of Thingar, who was already fond of Anthony. He knew that his daughter would be in great company. There was one thing that Thinya was unaware of: the concurrence was rough and Thingar started receiving threats recently. This marriage was for him a way of knowing that if something happened to him, Thinya would be safe.

As Thinya entered in the living room, she smiled at Anthony. "Your wife has just arrived, Mr. Bridgerton." She said, laughing as this was all new for her. A part of her was still shy, and the brunette stayed at the entry of the living room.

#( ✨ scnfullcst ) #( ✨ anthony x thinya ) #( ✨ bridgerton ) #( ✨ hope it's okay <3 ) #( ✨ you don't have to match the length <3 )

[cldhrbour]

the moment the trio had appeared in front of them upon entering markarth , serana felt on edge. all wearing the same cloth ?? walking with purpose ?? something smelled funny and it wasn't the little market to their right. no that meat was fresh. ( and maybe you're on edge because you hear HIS call. something of his is here , he's whispering so sweetly in your ear. ) consider her unsurprised when the fight ensued. remilia holding her own. a guard stepping in to take care of another. and because of her particularly short fuse today , serana took on the third with every intent on ending the fight before it even started.

there was a flash to her eyes , taloned fingers stretched by her side. the masked man's body went rigid. within his mind he'd feel clawing at the door. a hand wrapping around it until there was NO CONTROL left. all he could do was watch as serana's lips softly uttered words that resonated loudly within his skull , an echoing , dissonant cluster until it felt like she were right next to him whispering into his ear , " that dagger belongs in your heart. " should remilia look over , there'd be the final cultist , standing in front of serana , digging his blade and twisting until he choked on a fountain of his own blood. collapsing like a wilting flower to the ground.

her hand falls to her side. heading tilting in interest at the corpse in front of her like a predator surveying its prey , before their eyes meet again and she softens. " friends of yours ?? " ──── @maidmyth

#i'm so sorry i didn't mean for this go on like it did !! #you don't have to match length i was just trying to set it up <3 #✝︎ . ⌜ ic ⌟ . 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. #✝︎ . ⌜ high fantasy ⌟ . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. #✝︎ . ⌜ threads ⌟ . 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. #maidmyth

[orangeshinigami]

🍓plotted starter for @auburniivenus !!

WHISPERS traveled the halls of the castle, the news spreading like WILDFIRE-- & though Ichigo had no desire to hear about it, about the 'handsome' prince from a neighboring land, to whom Orihime had been promised in marriage, there was simply no escaping from hearing any words about the matter. Everywhere he went, in every damn corner, there was someone speaking about it.

Every single soul here seemed to be excited for what was to come, looking forward to ostentatious wedding festivities-- everyone but HIM. No excitement, no joyful feeling in his heart at all. Why? Because he was a FOOL-- Son of a lesser lord, he had managed to stand out, to draw the emperor's attention by being an EXCEPTIONAL WARRIOR at the young age of 15. His skills had earned him a position as the emperor's daughter's personal guard, a great honor many would say-- he was to stay near her at all times, ensure her SAFETY no matter the cost. & that had been exactly what he had done in the past few years, giving the princess all of his DEVOTION--

It was no difficult thing after all, to pledge eternal loyalty and dedication to someone like her, someone who possessed a BEAUTY unmatched by any other & the kindest heart in all of the country. It was no difficult thing to FALL for her. & fall he did, he fell hard and that was the most foolish mistake he had ever made, for she was out of his reach-- always had been & always would be. She had royal blood running through her veins & he... Ichigo was nothing, no one compared to her.

They belonged to different worlds, they could never be together in the way he yearned for. These feelings, these stupid feelings of his, he had to bury them deep within himself. Lock them away somewhere inside him to never unlock them again. He would do that. He would try, at least.

He knocked on the door, only sliding it open when he'd been given the permission to do so. A few steps were taken into the room & then the orange-haired man bowed, showing his RESPECT for the princess.

"Did you send for me, Orihime-sama? What is it that you need of me?"

#auburniivenus #ayy i finally have an excuse to use my long-haired ichigo icons xD #as always i got a lil carried away but you don't have to worry abt matching length :3 #i'm just super excited for this so this ended up getting a bit long #( ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ ) loading: a new story. | starter. #( ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ ) v: protector of the princess. | au.

[coollyinterferes]

Plotted starter for @redlineoffate [for child!Bruno]

A lovely trip through Italy with his godson... Quite the lovely thing it had been so far. That was, of course, not counting the unexpected turn things had taken just earlier that morning. The second day of their stay in this small coastal village saw George having a little accident. A misstep that ended up with the young man tripping and falling not so graciously to the ground. The whole thing didn't seem to be anything too serious, most likely just a sprained ankle. Painful, yes, but nothing that would require more specialized treatment in one of the Foundation's hospitals, which is why they were here, in the local hospital.

Being a small village (and one that Robert so far could tell hid more than met the eye, based on his own experiences from his crime days), it was common for most studies of a non-life threatening ailment to take more time to come back with a result than they usually would take when performed at bigger institutions. In this case, they were just waiting for the bone scan of George's ankle to come back so the doctor could determine the severity of the injury and assign him the proper treatment. Half hour was the expected waiting time as they performed some scans on other patients and printed everything in one batch.

And so, having been forced to skip breakfast due to their impromptu visit to the hospital, both Robert and George were currently quite hungry. Normally, it would be George the first to offer himself to go get them something to eat (though most of times Robert and him would go together anyway) but, given the circumstances at the moment, he was unable to join Robert and go with him to grab something for them to munch on for the time being, until they were discharged from the hospital.

As Robert waited by the counter for their food to be served, his gaze landed on a child, amidst the crowd, sitting on one of the tables. He was all alone and looked beyond mortified, appearing to not even having touched his food as it sat before him on the table. Minutes went by and no one seemed to come to join him. A rather unusual sight, especially at a place like a hospital, where kids are not supposed to be left alone.

Having seen that troubled look mixed with helplessness countless times before during some of the direst days of his youth, Robert could tell something was... off, even for this type of usually grim setting. Call it a gut feeling if you may.

His attention was drawn away from the child for a moment when the lady at the counter informed Speedwagon that his order was ready. He paid and thanked her before he walked over to the kid's table, hoping not to intrude or even trouble him further than he already appeared to be. But, then again, he couldn't just leave without at least asking and making sure the kid was okay (as okay as someone visiting a hospital could be, that is) or had someone around to look after him.

"Hi." He greeted, keeping his tone soft so as not to startle the boy. "Sorry to bother. I don't mean to intrude, it's just... well, I couldn't help but notice..." He commented, his genuine concern beginning to seep through his facade and his voice. For now, his main concern was that of the child's well-being. It couldn't be possible that he was here all alone, possibly in charge of someone, right?

"...Are your parents here with you? Maybe a sibling or any other adult?" Came the standard questions, not meaning harm. All the opposite really. But, of course, Robert had no way of knowing beforehand the reason that had brought the boy to the hospital in the first place.

#[and here's where I apologize for this being a bit late. but i hope the starter is worth the delay! ;v;] #[let me know if you need me to change anything here!] #[no need to match length btw!! i tend to go ham with descriptions and etc for placing a basic setting and all that jazz] #[but that doesn't mean partners are required to match length for me ever <3] #redlineoffate #[hope it's okay for me to go iconless for now!! i don't have more than maybe 2 icons feat middle-aged speeb ;v; </3] #;long post #(?

[quirofiliac]

@epitaffia ／ 💥

It starts with a chase-- all good movies do. That's how they grab a viewer's attention in an instant (a snap of the fingers, something kira's finding himself having to do more often nowadays.) with minimal effort. A chase scene was about the same as a generic cliffhanger; it certainly got the job done in all the right ways.

A door's been slammed shut behind him, kicked back into place and very nearly off its hinges. His steps are careful, slow, yet almost... cordial. One foot goes in front of the other, and then another slides behind it. Single tracking within his steps, Kira's upright in posture with both arms at his sides. A lamp swings overhead, swaying like a pendulum and casting minimal light at varying intervals.

He's silent, too. That's something he's learned to be (to do-- to become this "thing" that no one dares think about.) from years upon years of observation that gradually led into improvisation. To survive, he's adjusted accordingly. It was an awful experience every time. Common sense dictated that it was the natural order.

He knows what house they're in (it belongs to a woman named... ah, what was her name again? not like it matters. it's not hers anymore but--) and has its layout memorized. One moment he's strolling out from the bedroom and then the next he's already proceeding down a hallway (--it's going to bother him. he's usually a little better with names...) leading into the bathroom. Why was it always the bathroom, anyway?

It seemed to be everyone's favorite place to hide. Each time, too, it never seemed to work.

Quite an expected and lackluster oversight in Kira's opinion.

Running from one place to the other, too, was another common sight in movies. A "protagonist" -- in quotes because, honestly, they're going to die in another minute anyway... -- always picked the one place where it led nowhere. There was no exit. There wasn't anywhere to hide. All that was left was them, huddled inside the bathtub with streaky mascara running down their cheeks, and the leaky sink a few paces off to the left.

Coming to a stop before the door (of course it's shut. little bitch can't face the music with dignity. most of the time, none of them can.) and enclosing his hand around the knob, Kira rests his forehead gently against cedar. Gaze drifts, at first staring straight ahead before dropping down towards his grip. All of his knuckles pressed up against skin, fading it into a stark white in a matter of seconds.

Kira shuts his eyes, cants his head slightly to the right and inhales.

"Can you let me in?" he asks in a voice that teeters on sweet (it's like dealing with a child. how fucking annoying.) with some artificial sugar tossed in last second. He's made to wait. Eyebrows furrow shortly after. "... I think you should let me in."

He jiggled the knob and it's only a little. Another attempt's tried and, still, there's no give.

A sigh's curtailed, promptly swallowed.

"You're... ah, really pissing me off, actually," comes from behind the door, words clearly vocalizing the sneer taking shape on his face. "You're not trying to do that, are you? I just want to talk."

(i'm only going to bash your fucking face in.)

"I'm going to step away from the door-- and then you're going to open it. I am asking you to open the door."

(jesus christ, why do you have to be so difficult?)

Stepping away from the door as if on cue, all's silent save for the footsteps that grow farther and farther away. It's all done in another walk, because that's more than enough. Time wasn't exactly a commodity in this sort of situation but Kira's willing to accommodate. People accommodate for their neighbors-- all the time, actually! That was normal.

With his back still turned, Kira allows for all the tension within his body to expel itself all at once. Shoulders fall in a sudden drop in tune with his head coming up in a slow rise. Eyes peer up at the ceiling, and the lamp continues to swing. He swore he could almost... hear ticking somewhere off in the distance. It doesn't matter. Best not to dwell on it.

One glance's spared down to his watch (it's six o'clock, on the dot. he's late.) but it's fleeting. A single blink takes him away, replaced by him turning on his heel and facing the "horizon" instead. Peering straight at the door, he began pacing towards the door in smooth, even strides only to gradually pick up in speed. Increasing his speed into a jog before breaking into a sprint, Kira swiveled his body to make direct impact between shoulder and door--

"... Are you... um, alright?"

--they're outside now. Always has been.

It's about four o'clock, give or take a few minutes. Kira's been standing idle with arms slack at his sides. A look of mild concern (painted on, unsure if any of this was actually his business though knowing full well it wasn't his problem.) gradually worked itself over his visage, eyebrows slightly knitted inwards as half of a step's taken back.

Crunch of grass beneath his heel was sharp, and it's enough cause for him to tense (what the hell was this guy's problem? were they just letting anyone prowl the streets now?) on the spot. Fingers flinch, flexing briefly before he's tucking both hands away into his pockets.

Throat's cleared, and Kira nudges his head (asking, but politely, "what the fuck is wrong with you?") in their direction shortly after.

"Are you... perhaps... looking for somebody?"

#＊ 💥 持味：in character. #＊ 💥 𝐯.one，今：another one bites the dust！！ #* smiles at u with Knowing in my eyes * #hiiii leaf <3 thank u sm for liking for a starter!! :D #thought to start this up with a bit of a...... mindfuck while both of us are In Knowing. #also you don't have to match length!! i went... crazy with the preamble. as i tend to do. < / 3

[laviexenrose-a]

Her attention had been stolen for a moment -- a blink of an eye -- but it was enough time for little Henri to disappear amidst the bustling crowd of the market that early misty morning. Stopped in her tracks, Isabelle turned her head in every direction, calling out for him, but to no avail. With so much activity and movement, trying to spot him was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and he was quite small for a boy his age. 

She was sure she knew where he could be found and hurried towards the fruit stands. When Isabelle saw he wasn’t there, the initial panic she fought to hold at bay washed over her. Drawing in a deep breath, she told herself to remain calm. He could not have wandered far, but then where on Earth was he? 

Weaving through the crowd, she mumbled polite apologies to those she nearly ran into and hurriedly helped another woman gather the vegetables back into the basket she’d knocked right out of her hands. To those she knew and encountered, Isabelle asked if they’d seen Henri. With every ‘no, I haven’t seen the boy’, her heart sank further and further, desperation growing as a tightness formed in her chest. 

Finally, she broke down into tears, terrified and unsure of where else to search or what to do. * . ⊹ @pagetreader

#pagetreader #// here we gooo #i hope this is okay! #you obviously don't have to match length <3 #v: time after time #isabelle x william

[defeatsthem]

@italianexotiicbeauty said: “ i've never loved anyone the way i love you. “ / @ max, UR WELCOME

The past couple of months had been a whirlwind. What was supposed to be a short partnership for one night in London led to Mary hanging around longer than he'd ever thought she would. Truthfully, Max figured she would've given up after the All In pay-per-view, but instead, she stuck it out. Maybe that was the first time he took notice of her unwillingness to give in, no matter how much of a dickhead he could tend to be.

There'd been some feelings brewing over time, maybe more so on her end than his at first, but Max couldn't help but find himself entirely captivated by her. Her beauty paled in comparison to her drive to dish out the same hot-headedness that he would on nearly a daily basis. Perhaps it was the Italian in her, but he didn't dare to be accusatory.

For whatever reason, despite their obvious tension, Mary stuck it out. She became a main component of his entrance, sometimes out shadowing him. The time spent on the road, the flights, and the constant media appearances, sparked a connection that they both reciprocated.

Sitting on the edge of his hotel room and hearing those words come out of her mouth, made the champion feel... indescribable, really. At first, Max's instinct was to blurt out that he felt the same, but he weirdly couldn't string the words together. Nothing came to fruition for a good couple of seconds. It didn't take a rocket scientist to piece together that he was thrown off his game.

Instead of choosing to convey his feelings through his words, which was his usual way of going about things, Max's hands softly cupped her face in his hands as he'd lull her in closer to him, allowing her into his space if she felt comfortable enough to. Had she allowed him to, Max would strum the side of his thumb against her jawline for a few seconds before he'd lean into her and kiss her, something they'd already done once or twice but this one felt more... sincere. More meaningful.

Pulling away, still inches from her face though, he'd continue to keep her hands against the sides of her face as his eyes looked down into her eyes. "You might be the biggest pain in the ass, but I really don't know what I'd do without you," There'd been some reluctance in his hands when he'd pull them away from her face as his left-hand grabs her right, "I love you, Mary."

#italianexotiicbeauty #* mjf: answered. #// this... went way longer than i intended #// i promise your reply length doesn't have to match if you don't feel like it <3

[elpida]

continued from here @soulsuckrrs

Eden still had the same aroma, she still smelled like her bakery. Warm bread, freshly baked and then honey, salted butter, vanilla, and somewhere in that mix were spring meadows, afternoons in soft sunlight, and nights spent basking under their full moon. There was no way she couldn't step into this room and act like she did not feel his presence, it was all she felt like it suffocated her very being. She'd never forgotten it, the air around him, how it felt being near him but she had to act like it wasn't something she remembered or right now, wanted. She couldn't get into that again after everything, could she?

She wasn't the type to want a scene, nor make one. If anything she avoided things like this, shying away from the limelight. She was timid that way and coming on that strongly, loudly, was the wrong way to approach Eden. She looked like a deer in headlights, not any werewolf. There was a relief that came with the way he wedged himself between her and the blonde man, a relief that she wasn't entirely sure she should be feeling but old feelings could easily resurface.

Darling. She had always liked that, and hearing it again just reminded her of far too much. Eden instinctually shuffled into his side, gravitating to where she felt safe and despite how they'd ended, despite the time... if anything, she knew that Richard was safe for her. Instinctually her hands move to rest on his back, one hovering on his arm. Even with heels on she was small in height, but Richard was there like her shield, letting her feel so protected when she couldn't find her own voice.

The blonde was backing off, his eyes looking up and down Richard, and Eden was certain her heart was beating double speed in this worry that this would become a full brawl. Thank the heavens it didn't, the blonde accepted the loss and moved on to try and find the next girl he could try it on with, but it wouldn't be her. It wouldn't be the pretty raven-haired beauty that was Eden O'Connor. She stared at him for a moment, a long moment where she probably should have tried to stop the curve in the corner of her lips. "Hi..." she spoke so softly, green hues searching his. It was only then she realized that Richard even after all these years, remembered her drink of choice. "You ummm.." she was already half flustered. He'd been so close. "You didn't have to do that- not that I didn't want you to!" she spoke quickly to try and correct herself. She heard it, the racing of his heart, almost as fast as her own. "I'm really grateful that you did that, that you.." she wiggled her hand in reference to that whole fiasco. "Thank you." she blurts it out, taking a breath because it really felt like she'd held it in. "Are you here with someone?" she just came out with it, all this time, he must be with someone right? Just like she was. "Listen everything that happened, this... this awkwardness? How about we just.. forget it. We're here on a business trip and, it's nice to see an old friend right?" Yeah.. old friend. That is totally what this was, nothing more. Nope. Definitely not her sipping that cocktail and fluttering her eyelashes at him like butter wouldn't melt.

"Guess I never turned into the big brave wolf I said I'd be huh?" you could see the shift when she glanced around the place and glared at the blonde across the way but she looked at him differently, with softness. She could not help but wonder, did he react like that because he was being a gentleman, being kind to an old flame, or because he couldn't help but feel protective over her, like an instinct.

#i am still so excited for this?! you don't have to match length #i do blabber #eden interactions #again i hope this is okayyy! <3

[citrusfield]

♡ @hcrdknocklife​ / a domestic starter.​​

she’s not exactly sure what time it is, but it’s late enough for the sun to have long since dipped low in the sky, gradually replaced by dull street lights flickering to life along the pavement. he’s always telling them not to wait up and though they nod along each time to keep him happy, they never really listen. that’s why instead of getting ready for bed, she’s currently curled up on the couch, glasses balanced on the bridge of her nose as she plans out her work schedule for the upcoming week. she had to get it done soon anyway, so why not now? the ‘thursday’ box has just been filled in when the familiar jingling of keys travels down the hall and they’re turning in anticipation like an eager pet awaiting their owner. “hi, baby.” the picture of innocence despite still being awake against his wishes, she reaches out a hand to urge him closer. “how was work?”

#script / ella hastings. #you don't have to match length with any of these... warning you in advance <3

[faithdevotion]

@intheirabsence​​ plotted starter [athena/elias]

Many faces, many voices through time, a sequence of events that couldn’t be stopped or bound to be repeated, no matter if mortal beings wished for it. But could immortal ones have the luxury of being able to recall such events through their infinite lifespan? For humans, infinity wasn’t a gift given to them — it was purely fictional and, for most, not a granted wish. Though, fiction could exceed reality, contrary to popular beliefs and the limits of the mind. Visions of what seemed a life that was never lived often visited Athena, shown in dreams and even by recalling familiar places herself when she skimmed through the travel magazines to search for a vacation once she had her so desired holidays. Those places she recalled were often ancient; small towns, ancient buildings and streets with mid to no modern touch, a reminder that some places escaped the forced modern infrastructure & civilization and were able to live and preserve ancient traditions, no matter if in modern days people refused to see it. She often wondered the reason behind those visions and, in the past, falling to overthinking and obsessing over them to find out an answer. An answer she hadn’t been given. No one could. 

A soft smile beamed her features, weary eyes disguising underneath it for a few moments. A doctor’s life was tough, and they witnessed many grisly situations. She checked her new patient’s pulse at the hospital as she tried to relieve him with her smile. Louis Clerigo. Man in his fifties, presumably attacked by criminals who left him in a critical state, with deep wounds close to his arteries. Though, the real cause of his attack wasn’t disclosed by him. There was also a presumption the man had underlying health problems related to his memory, given to how he kept naming her under a different name than the one she had and, upon seeing her, he got emotional.

“You’re alive. . . “ Louis spoke between heavy breathing, intense gray hues fixated on Athena. “Eva... I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Mister Clerigo, please.” A soft voice addressed him as emerald gaze fixed on the panel, showing his heart rate. Brows were knitted together, finding what was shown on the panel rare; the heart rate didn’t show any worsened levels, despite his condition. Athena believed it to be a machine calibration error, for which she kept insisting the technical department to fix it, but they were absorbed with work they had yet to do that they couldn’t fix it until the next day would come. “Don’t force yourself to speak. Focus on your breathing.”

“He. . . He will be filled with warmth his soul has long forgotten. Love he has longed for.” He sentenced. Athena’s gaze met his, a hand falling to his arm gently. “Rest. I’ll be back soon.” She left the room with a hand closing the door behind her, a sigh leaving her lips with fingers running through dark strands of hair as she made her way over to the nearest beverage machine to grab coffee. Thoughts about the man were quickly dissipated when sounds of gunshots were heard inside the hospital.

She was startled, with jaw dropping and her heart skipping a beat, while she witnessed nurses running to hide inside the staff rooms. Soon, a man of Caucasian appearance, with a face half-covered in a black bandana and dark gaze, ran over to her, pointing his gun at her. "Hello, doc. I'm looking for a patient. Thought you might be able to help."

Athena's gaze widened at the sight of the gun, and she took a step back. "I'm not allowed to give any information on the patients unless a close relative asks for it." At her response, back of the man's hand struck hard against her cheek, followed by him grabbing her by her elbow and pressing her back against him, pressing the gun to a side of her temple. "You better help, or you'll join every dead patient you've ever had."

#intheirabsence #threads: athena #re: athena x elias. #( here you go love <3 #hope this is alright #looking forward to this <333 ) #( also.. you don't have to match my length #I got carried away hehe )

[unovasaved]

@tasukano / Kieran || 💖

Recently Rosa found herself staring in a lot of romance movies. She didn’t mind really, they weren’t her favorite genre to star her. She much preferred the whimsy of fantasy or the thrill of adventure movies. But romance movies let her glimpse into an alternate time, one where things had been different. She was different, her first love was different and they were allowed to fall in love. Not just allowed but expected too even. She’d never admit to her co-stars that in their scenes she always imagined them as that first love who got away. It’d be way too cruel to them. But she always kinda wondered did they picture her as someone else too? During their scenes did her co stars see her as someone they loved but never got to have? 

The door to the green room opened and Rosa was pulled from her thoughts immediately. Her slouched posture shooting up straight, turning to look at who was walking in. In the doorway was her co-star. A Galarian boy with dark hair and blue eyes. Rosa’s manager had told her all about him when she was going over the script earlier. She’d also seen him in an action movie before, a really cool one about kids with pokemon inspired powers escaping an evil lab that had been testing on them. Rosa had really liked that movie and the character he played.

“Hey, hey!! I’m Rosa, you must be Kieran! It’s super exciting to meet you! I really liked you in your performance for ‘Blending In’!” She jumped from her seat hurrying over to hold her hand out for a handshake. Rosa’s Herdier for the movie lifted her head from the spot she was napping in, giving Kieran a quick glance over before going back to her nap seemingly disinterested in the other. “Heh, don’t mind her. She’s a bit of a lazy bones when it’s not production time.”

#tasukano #❃ In Character ❃ #V; Main #((Thank you for your patience and liking the call!! #This one got a bit lengthy hope that's okay! You don't have to match length! #If you need anything changed feel free to ask! <3)) #child experimentation tw #experimentation tw