#!!! i hope this is okay!!

[doyelikehaggis]

@glartswap for @mdverse! Merry Christmas!! <3

[dr-hanwool]

the regular

Timeline: 2024 November 2nd, Saturday, late night. Location: The Playroom, Bangkok. Mood: Excited to see his obsession Rain again Attire: See this post. Man is HANDSOMEEEEE! With: @poorlboy Music: Easy by Jaehyun, which is playing low in the background of The Playroom

It was another warm night in Bangkok when Kim Han-wool made his way down the dark streets to the destination he had had in mind for hours. His surgery was open at reduced hours on the weekend, but he had to stay over time tonight since there were an influx of patients today. As soon as Hanwool finished signing off on the final prescription of the evening, he closed up shop and headed on home to his condo, wanting to shower and get ready for the next - and more exciting part - of the night.

The Playroom had been an area he frequented now that he was living in Bangkok. In his previous visits, he never dreamed of entering such a place. His strict upbringing and no-nonsense attitude would never have allowed him to set foot in an escort establishment, or even call for one to entertain him for the night. But after having permanently relocated, it was time for a change. The old him died alongside his first love, for whom he still grieved over.

Bangkok was a fresh start, in so many ways. By day, his practice was booming. There were many Koreans living in Thailand, a few who were still settling into the country, so they were thankful to be able to speak in their native tongue when it came to their medical problems, which could be difficult to translate into Thai.

By night however, Hanwool would explore the city he loved on his visits here throughout his life. He went to the night markets, talked to strangers, visited bars and clubs - all things he should have done in his twenties, back when he was young, that he never allowed himself to do.

The Playroom would not have been his choice of club, if Hanwool was being honest with himself. He'd never have thought about it at all, if it weren't for a fleeting image he saw, of a man who looked far too familiar entering through the double doors. Hanwool had been like a man compelled, following the stranger into the establishment. He had no idea what he had walked into, eyes widening at the decor, the place almost menacing with its dim lighting and obviously adult theme - but he had to see the man again, no matter what.

He resembled Yeong too much...

Since that day, Hanwool had become a regular at The Playroom - but only for him. Sometimes he'd visit once a week; other times, when he was busy, it would be less frequent. Sometimes he'd come alone; sometimes he'd come with friends. But the one constant in his experience at the establishment was the escort whose name typed into the online booking slip, the autofill doing its technological magic to make sure the name RAIN stared back at him through his phone screen.

When Hanwool entered the club, he was greeted warmly by the man he knew now as the manager. He didn't need to be read the rules, or told where to go. A simple nod of his head, indicating that his booking had been received, was the only communication needed before Hanwool wandered over to the red and black booths. He slipped inside, unbuttoning the top of his shirt, allowing himself to relax. He waited for his escort, trying not to obviously glance around for the man, his fingers drumming on the table in anticipation.

[taleswritten]

@bearlydruid from here

Friends. Is that what they all are? One big happy family? The truth of the matter is that Astarion is only with this group out of survival. Sure, they're good people. A bunch of weirdos but still, good people, and he enjoys Halsin's company. Karlach's too. Lae'zel is a little too stab happy for his taste and the others he just doesn't quite know well enough.

But, if he were to die in his quest to kill Cazador, would it even matter to any of these people? Maybe they're only sticking with him out of survival, too.

Thoughts he tries to dismiss, he does not want the facade coming down and for Halsin to see through it. Though, the druid is wise, he may see through it already.

"Don't I, though?" Astarion suddenly speaks up, "Friends or no, they can not possibly understand what happened with Cazador. The things he did to me, the things I had to do - I am alone, darling, and I'm quite fine with that." No, no he's not, but he's kept the facade up this long, why would he let it down now?

[axnewxera]

@escortingsecrets

"Wait... is that Rufus Shinra??"

It was typically common courtesy to respect the privacy of other patrons at the Honeybee Inn. What happens at Honeybee, stays at Honeybee. But when the recently-appointed ruler of the world shows up... well, it's hard to ignore. Even if his father was also a regular there.

Rufus had kept his cool, silently wondering if his father had gotten the incessant gawking every time he walked through those doors. But he kept his head held high, and before he knew it, Rufus Shinra, king of the world, was in a private room awaiting his assigned Honeybee.

The host had sat him down, asking all sorts of questions about his tastes and what sort of Honeybee he wanted. Judging by the amount of time he'd been waiting since then, he imagined the staff were frantically trying to find the perfect one for him, the highest of VIPs.

It was a fairly open secret that the great President Shinra inhabited this place fairly often. In truth, Rufus found it extremely distasteful, and he hated how public it all felt. Any peon with a camera could make his presence there global news in a matter of seconds. Rufus silently started to wonder if this might have been a bad idea. Too late now to take it back.

The door started to open, no doubt his Honeybee entering the room. Rufus rose to his feet, ready to shake their hand in greeting. "I'd say 'fashionably late', but the slutty bee look is more tacky than fashionable," he said with a smirk.

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@straycatherine

The sugared drinks of mixed rum burns pleasantly within Roland's blood, and his blush is vibrant, peaking, riddled up onto his ears, and his beam is wide and bashful, happy to be seen.

"Hello, Catherine," purrs he, hugged her lithe form by the waist. "How goes by thee?"

[pxper-riings]

@channelrat are we sharing our ducks?

the pompurin i got at five below, the flamingo and shark were from target, and the cursed block one was given to me

(the bee looming in the back is a lamp, she needs new batteries but her name is Barb(i)ee)

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤcoming back felt weird, it felt different. newfound fame put aside, something else felt different; like something, no, someone was missing. it was to be expected when he'd spent so long on the road, running from feelings he'd never dared mutter out loud. but now he was home, he had nowhere else to run — and he could only hope that she hadn't changed her number, or, worse yet, blocked his.

[ tyron @ 23:54pm ] : yoooo it's ty [ tyron @ 23:54pm ] : wys? tryna link [ tyron @ 23:55pm ] : i think i owe u an apology or some shit

closed starter for @unraptures, based on.

[daceystvrk]

closed stater for @percival-templeton location : owen's wifey search ball

if dacey had been uncertain about owen's choice to throw open the doors of their home to any unmarried lady looking to call herself a queen before, it had duplicated tenfold now that the hour had arrived. as the centre of the northern court, it was rare that winterfell wasn't housing a guest or two, but rarely was it quite as full as this. all of her favourite places to go to when she wished to look for peace were annoyingly full, and the result was this ; she stood in the hall, observing owen's ball, getting closer and closer to overwhelmed.

at some point, she had ended up outside, standing alone in the courtyard. it was not deserted here, either, but it was quieter than the hall had been, and the bite of the cold on her cheeks was enough to ground her, bring her out of her head and back to the present. that was what she had needed, a brief moment to breathe.

feeling a little more centred, dacey made to return to the ball, but came to an awkward stop at the door, her path blocked by a lord attempting to enter at the same time as she. she recognised him as percival templeton of the vale, but beyond his name and house, there was little else she knew about the man. graciously, dacey stepped back, giving him space to enter before she.

"apologies, my lord." her expression was serious, but not unfriendly. "please, after you."

[n0rthsqueen]

@therosepetalrps sends a raven;; [ tipsy ] for a drunken kiss - Sandor 💕

Tonight was a good night, and although the night is still young, Sansa finds herself longing to leave the rowdy festivities, as much as she enjoys them. She'll let the rest drink and sing and eat to their hearts content. Before leaving the feast for good and retiring for the night, she'd stepped out into the hall. Though she hadn't been aware that someone had followed.

❝Sandor?❞

She's certain her night will not end now, as Sandor presses his lips to hers in a quick yet powerful kiss. He's drunk, she's sure of it, and it would be no surprise if she's a little tipsy too, though she's no where near as drunk as the patrons inside. This cannot be real, is she dreaming? Had she fallen asleep, was she carried to her bed in her slumber? Sansa blinks, blinks, blinks when she pulls away, lips part but words do not follow. He's drunk, it's a mistake, he doesn't mean it.

❝Sandor—❞ his name comes as a gasp, eyes wide, trained on him as if she'll blink and he'll disappear. Her heart beats ten times quicker, like the little pounding footsteps of a rabbit.

She is as drunk as he is, surely, because her hands find their place against his arms as if to steady herself. She wants pull him closer and push him away all at once, wants to lean up on her toes to try and match his height, to get closer, to share just one more little kiss. She shouldn't, they shouldn't. He shouldn't have followed her and Sansa shouldn't have left. Would this have happened if she hadn't left? Would they have sat across from one another like they had been, drinking their respective drinks and enjoying the company of the other?

[deaiustitia]

@hexvitya 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻.

Progress day had grown enormously in the past years. After Hextec had been discovered and somehow tamed, Piltover's name had made its way around the universe faster than most people could even keep up with.

Wherever she would turn, Jayce's face had started to appear in poster, the advertisements making Caitlyn's lips curl affectionately at her friend's success, one she had never doubted it would happen one day or another. She had only began her morning rounds, her fingers fixing the blue hat she proudly wore as a proof to herself that she had indeed chosen her own path away from her mother's expectations.

"I assume you won't be joining Jayce on the stage today either?" In the shadow like she often stood - or tried as hard as she could at least, her pace slowed down to walk alongside Jayce's partner. She had only heard words of praise regarding Viktor. Her childhood friend deeply respected his knowledge, his shared view of a world where anyone could receive help thanks to their inventions, the faith he held in both of their ideals for a brighter future. And Caitlyn wanted to protect those wishes and promises of a better future however she could.

"Jayce has always been quite... Eloquent, that I can't deny." There was no harm in her comment, more of a matter of fact.

"However, I don't think I have ever had the chance to thank you properly for saving his work." Her blue eyes looked for his "For saving his life, actually."

[blindspct]

closed starter for @cherrysugcr ft. dino

the man didn't normally mix business with pleasure but he couldn't stop himself from looking at the woman when they had their one on one sessions together. "what did i tell you? you're getting better with each lesson." he commented and while normally he would be looking at his client in the face, he couldn't help but allow his eyes to scan over her body. "and your form? amazing." he breathed out, as if he were trying to play it off.

[butlerbarrow]

the night was dragging on, hours crawling by, lingering like an unwelcome guest in the quiet halls of the house. the war had long since left downton abbey, and much had changed in the interim. things were well and truly back to normal, and yet... there were still whispers of those hellish years that thomas couldn't shake, memories of his time at the front that clawed their way out of the depths of his mind where he struggled to lock them away — dreams haunted by falling shells, gunfire, the screams of his fellow soldiers... bodies, blood and bombs... visions so clear he could swear that he was back in the trenches, crawling through the mud and filth. that was, until he awoke with a jolt, tangled in his bedsheets, drenched in sweat and feeling more exhausted than when he had first lead his head against the pillow.

it was close to 2am — the pocketwatch on his bedside table revealed — when the valet determined that sleep would be evading him for the rest of the night... with a long, heavy, sigh he slowly got up and shrugged on his dressing gown, trembling fingers pocketing his cigarettes and lighter before he quietly made the descent towards the servants courtyard. a smoke and some fresh air, that was what he needed... it was much better than just laying there and staring up at his ceiling, anyways...

at the foot of the stairs, it was the sound of movement, and the soft light pouring out of the kitchens, that distracted thomas from his goal. still far too early for any of the staff to be up and about, sleepily, he shuffled on to investigate. dark brows furrowed slightly as the valet murmured out a cautious— ❝ ...hello...? ❞

plotted starter ~ @thefreshprinceofdownton

[keithkoganevltrn]

@haus-der-mysterionmusen

Dark circles under his eyes were a fashion statement to the cadet. He was in a perpetual state of exhaustion, no amount of sleep seemed to change that. He trudged forward, frown deepening at the weight of his own legs. Maybe it was time for a power nap or something.

"C'mon, Red," the large lion mech leaned down, opening it's mouth with what could easily be taken as a purr. "Let's head back to the castle."

His attention, however, was caught by a shine of metal in the distance. "Who's out this far?" The paladin muttered to his lion, walking up the ramp slowly, far too focused on the shimmering thing in the distance.

[popcultr]

CLOSED STARTER for @testdrves

MUSE: charlie wright / 30 / comic book artist / pansexual

based on THIS!

charlie was back home from the big city, she didn't want to be home but things were getting a little difficult. the only person she wanted to see was them, that's why she stood on their doorstep, knocking on the door once, charlie hoped they actually still lived there.

[lucidrims]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . wonjoo coming thru for @accendios

            " you're a terrible flirt, you know that ? good thing you're cute. " wonjoo comments in an amused tone, staring at the other with a sheepish grin, " is that your usual go-to line ? "

[macchinablue-archive]

starter call 2.0

@resplendentdare said: for an angsty starter (for Gavin)

"Seriously? You're friends with that guy?" The question comes as he notes that city guy that recently moved to Hawkins parts ways with Saskia. Normally he'd see them walking off together, but today, Connor seemed to need to head straight home. He hadn't caught the specifics. Didn't care. "Isn't he.. you know - kind of a dork?" His own question brings himself to snort a bit in mild amusement though the sound is almost inaudible.

"Or are you just desperate because none of these other jackasses give you the time of day?" Yeah, he said it. Made it pretty clear he didn't like much of anyone that attended their school and he wasn't afraid of putting that out there either. Most people knew that already. Gavin is known for being pretty vocal about his opinions; Clearly having a difficulty with keeping his mouth shut. Especially when his mouth got him into trouble a lot of the time. No trouble he hasn't managed to get out of though, of course.

Maybe the reason why he's speaking up here is due to the fact that yeah, he's kind of jealous. Connor suddenly coming into town and getting on the good side of the girl he likes? Yeah, that's no good. Though this doesn't exactly help him out either. Running his mouth. Not as much as he typically does, at least.