#// anything you need changing just lmk

[roboraindrop]

Hey plus size or underweight self shippers? Your f/os don't see your weight as a flaw. They love you for all that you are, and that includes everything. Yes, human beings are very flawed. Yes, your f/os do love your flaws as well! But, your weight is not a flaw. Just wanted to make sure you knew that. 💕

[puppyeared]

XIN YA MOMENT

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

So sad you didn't like the dadsy moment. I thought for sure you would go crazy.

As far as I know David Breen wrote this episode and he's not new. Don't quote me, but I think the writing team is the same

Actually went back and edited my post twice earlier cause I had a buddy mention the mixing studios change and then I also was able to process more lol y’all must have the first version my B o7 I can’t believe my hcs have become canon

[boatdriinks]

@riipperdoc

He hadn't been to a ripper in a while. Yeah, yeah. To his own detriment, he knew. With everything feeling like it was practically disintegrating around him, however, his health had definitely taken a backseat to everything else.

There enters V, who would one day end up mentioning his personal ripper. Dr. Vik Vektor. A pretty chill dude with a clinic all the way in Little China. Wasn't his usual scene anymore, but... well, it sure as fuck was better than pouring eddies into the pocket of some corp sellout. So, Kerry had taken the number offered to him and decided he'd think on it.

That would all culminate into calling the clinic using a voice changer and a private number one day. He hadn't gotten back to having his staff around him all the time anymore, so he just took the act upon himself. Placing the phone on speaker, Kerry would wait patiently, hoping for an answer, despite the lack visible number.

[sonorous-eisfyl]

// starter for @bleedinghearth

"A massive beast has been spotted residing within the Elder's Recess. We've received reports of both burns and frostbite by parties that were initially sent to check it out. Go in and investigate, but don't do anything reckless."

---- That was the instructions given to him and the other hunters sent out this time. He had to be sent out with a party, of course- they wouldn't send the teens in alone despite their proven experience this time. Odessa was probably busy or on break, so he's going in without her for now. If it did end up being something that needed to be slain or something though, she'll be the first one to know. Glaive in hand, kinsect on his head, Frosting makes his way toward the location described within the recess by himself for now. He wanted to scout ahead within the cave, a quick dip in and back out if he spotted any form of danger.

He'd wonder what the monster looked like, or if they had given it a name yet. Physical descriptions only went so far after all. The injury reports also imply some level of fire and ice control, like an Alatreon minus the other elements. Frosting was more interested in potentially figuring out what its whole deal was peacefully than having to put a glaive to its flesh though.

It'd... probably be fine- he trusted himself to get out of a bad situation. He's done it a few times now; barely escaping an angry Rajang, dodging a Raging Brachydios trying to pin him down... now he thinks about it, he wonders why so many of those monsters were so angry nowadays.

Coming up to the... briefly giant hole in the wall, dotted with clusters of bioenergy crystals- Frosting pauses, looking up at it with a small "huh." Standing outside, just to... admire it for a moment. He doesn't recall it being here back when he had to frequent the recess- at least, he thinks it wasn't here. It's been been a long time, and the higher ups probably also said it was new? Ah, well...

He peeks into the area, glancing around just to make sure there wasn't anything immediately before fully entering. It seemed pretty safe, for now. But as he walked deeper in, he'd get to see the creature that he was sent out to look into

[resplendentdare]

Semi-plotted starter for @theonlytwoalive.

Planning a wedding was the most stressful thing Saskia had ever done, and if someone had warned her beforehand she probably would've waited a few years before doing it. But she and Theo didn't want to wait to be married, at least then they didn't have to worry about parents getting in the way.

She knew her wedding day was supposed to be the "happiest day of her life" but pacing around the small room in the church, she couldn't help but feel anxious. She peeked out the door to see all of her family and friends, along with Theo's family and friends, all talking amongst themselves and excited for the wedding.

Her eyes looked over to the altar to see if she could get a peek at Theo, the only person she knew could calm her down. She hadn't seen him in a couple days, as was tradition to not see each other until they were exchanging vows but she missed them awfully.

Closing the door again, she adjusted the train of her dress as best as she could before one of her bridesmaids stepped in to help. Her father walked in, tapping his watch. "It's time, kiddo."

[enruint]

careful were slender digits as they tended to the flowers,   diligently arranging them into a small bouquet.    to hold something brimming with life while they were so far removed from it had always been    an odd experience    for the vampire but perhaps it was for that reason daiji cherished such little things even more.    it was silent within the funeral home    ━━━    no services for the day yet,    time spend preparing a few things before they would evidently be swamped with work again.    humming softly do deft fingers make quick work with the flowers,    tying thin ribbons around the stem,    tugging it slightly before moving on to the next.    it's then another enters the scene and without looking up does he address the new occupant within the parlor.  

 ❝    i can hear you,   you know.   ❞    there is a certain kind of amusement within soft voice.    ❝    what brings you here,    doctor.   ❞    it's only now that they look up from their craft,    sharp gaze fixed upon the entrance to the reception room as they wave the floral knife within their hand before pointing it at him.    ❝    don't tell me you're finally at death's door and in need of my services for a change ?  ❞   maroon hues glow with    a certain kind of mischief    not often shown to others. ⊱    @tewwor,   sc. ⊰

[theonlytwoalive]

starter for @starbeambully

Theo was leaving work when he remembered the parent teacher night he had to go to. There wasn't enough time to go home so he drove straight to the school from work.

Pulling up to the school, Theo heard his phone ringing. "Hey mum, yeah I remembered, thanks again for looking after Miles, I will come pick him up when I finish up at this meeting," they said down the phone before hanging up.

As Theo walked into the school hall, he looked around to try and find where he was meant to go. Looking lost, he decided to ask someone for help.

Walking towards someone who had their back turned, Theo cleared his throat. "Sorry to bother you, I am just having trouble figuring out where I need to be going," he rambled as the stranger turned around.

Theo felt his jaw drop as he realised who the man was standing in front of him. "Oh my god, Dolph?" he said, trying to hide the blush that was appearing on his face. They hadn't seen Dolph for years, but they always wondered how he was. "Of course, I should have known it was you when I saw that Miles' teacher was Mr. Starbeam, I haven't met anyone else with that name before," Theo said as he let out a small chuckle.

[saulweissberg]

availability / @cassiewestwood setting / la galleria; tuesday, july 16th, around seven pm.

was he having a stroke? truly, was there something wrong with him now that he was over the age of fifty? being ambushed by terry a few weeks ago had been startling, knowing that they had moved to blue harbor and lived within ten miles of him for the first time in twenty-five years, and he had many run-ins with thalia since their divorce two years ago, but he figured the universe had meted out enough punishment for his transgressions. having his second wife—the only ex-wife left in new york—walk into la galleria that night made him feel like his sanity had finally snapped. either he was having some sort of breakdown, or cassandra had a midwestern doppelgänger, albeit with darker hair. like when terry first arrived, the idea of that doppelgänger had been ludicrous, but was it any more ludicrous than his second wife appearing in blue harbor randomly? at least terry had the excuse of micah, and blue harbor was thalia’s hometown. there was absolutely no reason why cassie would be in town. none that saul could think of, at least. g-d, he hoped she wasn't moving to illinois, too.

getting up from his table, he crossed the restaurant in an effort to catch up before she could sit down elsewhere. “ginger!” saul called out the nickname he used to call her—if it was truly cassie, she’d respond to it—and his voice was tinged with affection, but there was clear confusion in his eyes. approaching her and the hostess leading her to a different section of the restaurant, he smiled politely at the young worker before turning his attention back to his ex-wife. “though i see you’re not so ginger anymore.” his hand reached out to brush a strand of hair off her shoulder, the locks no longer the deep auburn she had when they first met. “what’re you doing here?” he asked, struck by how often he was saying that exact phrase this year. who else was going to show up in blue harbor, he wondered. was his third grade teacher waiting in the wings to surprise him, or maybe his freshman year boyfriend? “i mean, not that i’m not happy to see you… but where’s vaughn? and your kids?”

[healbellls]

Starters call liked! 1/3 - MUTUALS ONLY -> @the-wandering-rock-collector

"Aye lad, can we have a talk?"

Due to Drake's ignorance for many things, as a result of his illiteracy, his peers constantly look down upon him and quickly come up with their own assumptions about him. They also underestimate how sharp the old man's observing skills, truly are. This image isn't helped with how drunk, he often turns up in most League meetings.

Despite all the odds, the Dragon master seemed to have been the only one to pick up on the overall fatigued (at least it seemed to be the best term to describe it) air, Steven carried with himself. However, it didn't seem to be the usual kind of tiredness, he has seen Steven carry with himself.

Devon wouldn't let it down, if anything in the slightest bit bad, ever happened to his son. Considering how he hasn't heard anything involving Steven, from his friend. It left him wondering.

He took a drag off his smoking pipe, before he approached the younger man. "Ye aren't leaving right now, are ye?"

[churchflower]

they had to get on a boat in Junon but she was so distracted by the beauty of the world that she didn’t care if it took them long. running errands, moseying as Cloud had come to say. Midgar was nothing like this. Her home had been the only place besides the church that bloomed the way it did. that was her influence, or at least she liked to say so. she could grow anything in Midgar, guaranteed. they often brought her things, the people who liked her, from out of town so she could add it to her collection. flowers, vegetables. Having a green thumb was an understatement. she had wandered off from the group running errands in the wilds to collect some wild flowers she saw. ones she had never seen before. somewhere she knew that she wasn’t ever going to get to go home… or that she wanted to, frankly. the future was unclear as it always was… maybe she shouldn’t have wandered too far, she didn’t seem to think anything out there was dangerous, at least nothing that she couldn’t handle by now. the old Aerith, the one sitting in a church waiting for something to happen probably couldn’t have used the materia she was using now. but she had learned, been taught, fought in big battles against big scary things… however, she was not prepared for this. something different, not that she remembered, than before. she knew what it was like to be watched but she hadn’t seen the Turks in a while. something whispering among the greens, a warning. the planet and its spirits were often warding. they said lots of things but their hushed practically indescribable whispers were alert, alarmed. she thought that leash had been loosened after her escape but maybe… maybe Hojo wasn’t finished after all.

“Reno…?” she brushed her thumb against the center of the flower, the pollen getting all over her finger tips. “Rude? If you’re trying to get the drop on me… think again!”

@meteorshcts

[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?"

[lovefvcked-a]

@lustbitten gets a starter from xavier smith !!

as xavier looked at rowan, he raised his brow with a smirk on his face. he stepped closer to her and wrapped his arm around her waist, "are you sure you want to do this? your brother will probably have our heads if he finds out. i mean, i don't give a shit but i just want to make sure you're okay with this." he said with a small chuckle.

[lovelornings]

@theircurse said: " Just say it. I should have listened to you from the beginning. " ( Yumi )

* A FABLE OF GODS: ARIA OF THE ACCURSED (NOVEL) PART ONE.

❥- She should have known better. She should have know better

The thought kept repeating itself over and over again in her mind like a broken record. Damning herself, cursing her own stupidity for having let a lesson she learned long ago not stop her.

She shouldn't be talking to anyone without mother's instructions. She couldn't have friends outside of what Ai approved of, and even then, only interact in the way her mother saw fit. At school, she may have had a bit more liberty with that - but not at home. Not even in her own front yard.

Kitahachi's death should have taught her that. Served as a constant reminder of what she'd told Yumeno yesterday:

I don't think we should be friends. It'll be dangerous if mother finds out.

They'd seen her idly messing about with a bag of marbles on the driveway in passing, Yumi attempting to pass the time as she waited for Ai to come home later that day. Even if she'd rather be studying, Father didn't want her in the house. He liked to put distance between them any chance he could get.

They'd just wanted to play with her. Although Yumi hesitated at first, she'd been convinced by idea of only playing one round of bullseye. Told herself it'd be over quickly, since she more than likely held an unfair advantage with the amount of hours she'd be at it already. They shouldn't be in any danger of mother coming home and catching them.

But something expected had happened: she'd started having fun. The presence of another person had her smiling genuinely for the first time in what felt like years, and she'd fallen into the endless cycle of 'one more time!' more times than she could count: as if time would somehow stand still forever.But of course, it didn't. She lost track of it completely.

Mother had seen them. Although she barely commented on it as they arrived at the house, Yumi knew there was going to be hell to pay for the both of them.

Her punishment had started yesterday. Ai might have shown her mercy before by only giving her a slice across her face, but she wasn't happy about having to teach this lesson a second time.

"No, no - it's my fault. I should have insisted." Her arm still stings, the wound running down the length of its entire side. She'd had to stich the cut up herself, just like last time. "I'm...I'm so sorry. I was being selfish. I wanted to play with you too."

Chances are, she was about to go through so much worse tomorrow when mother found out she'd forced herself into the basement. But she didn't care about that right now. Her fear of Ai couldn't override her guilt, nor her desperation to see them again.

"...Did she electrocute you too?"

[insufferablemonsters]

@saburaito liked for a starter from sienna shaw !!

halloween  used  to  be  a  day  that  sienna  enjoyed.  she  used  to  celebrate  this  holiday  with  joy  by  spending  it  with  her  close  friends  and  helping  her  little  brother  pick  his  costume,  being  by  her  mom's  side  as  they  passed  out  candy  all  night   …   none  of  those  traditions  no  longer  existed,  and  it  all  boiled  down  to  one  horrifying  reason:  that  fucking  clown.  her  friends  were  dead,  her  mother  was  dead,  and  her  brother  was  practically  estranged.  she  didn't  blame  him,  although.  she's  had  so  many  issues  and  terrors  that  have  been  haunting  her  ever  since  the  events  of  that  night.  she  wasn't  exactly  surprised  that  he  didn't  want  to  spend  much  time  around  her  anymore.  she's  just  been   …   lonely. 

she  wanted  to  stay  in  all  night;  cooped  up  in  her  room  under  some  blankets  as  she  watched  movies  all  night  and  stuffed  her  face  with  chocolate.  but,  she  had  promised  to  walk  her  classmate's  dog  while  they  were  out  of  town  and  that's  what  she  was  doing,  keeping  her  promise.  no  costume  for  her  tonight.  she  was  snuggled  up  in  her  hoodie,  arms  folded  over  her  chest,  as  she  held  tightly  onto  the  leash  of  the  little  poodle.  sienna's  eyes  couldn't  help  but  dart  around,  cautious  of  everyone  in  costume  around  her.  anyone  wearing  anything  that  resembled  a  clown  or  a  mime  caused  her  limbs  to  quake  with  fear.  could  it  be  him?  or  that  one?  or  maybe  him? 

                   BOOM  !!

she  should've  been  watching  where  she  was  walking.  she  had  stumbled  right  into  someone  else,  causing  her  to  let  out  a  small,  frightened  gasp  and  a  slight  stumble  in  her  footsteps.  she  cleared  her  throat,  looking  up  at  the  other  with  nervous  eyes,       ❝     i'm  sorry.  i  was   —   i  wasn't  looking  where  i  was  going      ❞     she  apologized,  tugging  the  dog  back  to  her  side  when  it  began  barking  at  passersby.       ❝      wait,  i  know  you   …   global  history,  right?     ❞     she  pointed  out.

[resplendentdare]

Semi-plotted starter for @stopthecarrrr.

Saskia had stayed late at work, desperately trying to get the last of her inventory checks done although she hadn't realised how late it was until she glanced at her watch; she should've clocked out and been at home hours ago.

Finally admitting defeat, she placed the clipboard on a box and scribbled on a post-it note that the work was 75% finished and she would finish it next shift, so please don't be mad and fire her. Grabbing her bag and coat, she walked out of the store, being sure to check the front door was locked behind her before starting to walk to her car.

She cursed herself for parking so far away but the further away she parked, the cheaper it was to be there all day and since she wasn't allowed to use the employee parking, she had to make do. The chilly air was really making its presence known as she took a shortcut through some woods to get to her car.

Halfway through the thicket, she heard a branch snap behind her which caused her to stop. "Hello?" She called out in a not-so confident voice. "Stalking someone this late at night really isn't cute, y'know."