#// hope this is alright for a starter!

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Entangled Chains and Crimson blood||

~~Reserved Crime Au with @demon-blood-youths~~

Everyone knew who he was. They all feared him and his name. Now who could that be you ask? Well, his name is Ryomen Sukuna A.K.A the king of curses or the Disgraced One.

Within New york, he's well known to be the most dangerous and powerful man on earth. Not to forget, he was filthy rich. Billions to Millions of dollars under his hand where no one dares go against him. He's also the head leader of being sure other criminal underground gangs/fractions/yakuza gangs/organizations etc didn't do something to get them caught or worse; him. They knew the punishment if they did.

He was seeing things going well in his town and things were calm. Or almost. Right now, he got a message from one of his underdogs speaking about some activity in one of his hidden clubs downtown.

From the report, he read some of the police have been getting complaints that it could get his business noticed in a bad way. Turns it it involves human trafficking. Now, he couldn't have that can he? So, he was having his driver take him to the club as he was looking ahead, his red eyes looking ahead as the street lights pass.

"....." Sukuna was going to stop the problem himself since the other idiots didn't get it. After a few moments, he encounters the club as the car stops to see him get out and goes for Sukuna to open the door stepping out. It was cloudy this night too. What a pain. He looks to his club seeing the lights not flashing, the music was off leaving a dead silence from inside but he goes to walk towards it. No one else was here but he only raised a eyebrow to keep walking and goes inside. From in, it was a mess. Seems whatever happened left a mess and a bloody one.

He was walking forward with some back up following him with guns to ensure no one would attack him. Though, Sukuna didn't need anyone to protect him since he can do that. Or get lapdogs to do it. He keeps walking to wonder what happened touching a table with blood on it.

"........" This was indeed going to alert the police.

"You." He sees one guard walk over.

"Yes sir?"

"Get a clean up crew in this place. I don't need the police trying to run this place out. Be sure it's done and nothing left. Understand?" He asked seeing the guy nod nervous.

"Yes sir." He said going to do that. Sukuna watches him go with the others to call a clean up right away. Before he turns to lead, his eyes noticed one of the back doors open showing a body but their was grunting noises. "....."

Which he and his group heard. They wonder where or what made that noise before hearing a loud gun shot. They got Sukuna to go to the door to check it out with the others following him. He goes down some stairs to hear the noises more clearly now. Was their someone still here? The heavy smell of copper was present as he keeps walking to get to the bottom.

Seems the report was right, a yakuza gang had taken over his club and was in the work of human trafficking. He wonders if the remaining Yakuza was here that made him annoyed to know. He walks down the hallway seeing a main room that must be where it started.

He walks over with his guards to see them waiting to attack but giving the signal, one kicks the door down to aim but tense seeing inside. Sukuna looks but was quiet to see. The whole room was soaked or drenched in blood, bodies of the dead Yakuzas were there. Some had bullet wounds, others had things stabbed into them, their eyes ripped out or bodies hidden. However, that's not what caught Sukuna's eyes.

Their was a young female there standing in the middle, she was holding one of the dead Yakuza members shirt while panting heavily. She was covered in blood from head to toe, looking like she snapped and killed everyone here. He heard her heavy breathing like a wild animal that just completed a hunt. The others got scared seeing her but keeps their guns aimed as Sukuna looks to walk inside.

"Mister Ryomen, wait!" One said loud enough by mistake that will get them noticed.

[lucidrims]

sora coming thru for @dysnomiias !

          " of course you still miss her, you idiot. you two went through a lot, so there's going to be some leftover feelings there. " the female sighs, staring at the figure seated beside her on the couch. " but to be honest, you were too good for her. so perhaps . . it was a blessing in disguise ? " finally reaching out, she rests her hand over the other's shoulder, patting them there albeit awkwardly. sora was never good at comforting people nor with emotions in general, but anyone who knows her would know she's trying her hardest at the moment.

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@the-devil-less-known liked for a starter!)

What were the chances of Lucid running into the literal Devil? The man his Father had created in his predecessors image, to fill the empty seat the fallen angel left when cast out from Heaven. The seraphim was meandering the streets of Hell adorned in his sinner disguise, curious of this forbidden world that angels were not allowed to visit.

He couldn’t help but stare at the King, as if this really could not be real. While others around them seemed too preoccupied with their own business, the seraphim stood out like a sore thumb even in his illusion to look like a sinner. His spade tail swished side-to-side like an alert cat. Dare he approach? Or just observe?

[ryderthornton]

Closed starter: @makaylahoffmann

Ryder was woken up by a very bright light. He groaned and threw the blankets back over his head knowing who it was. “The bell hasn’t gone off yet. You said I could get a little nap in before I started on checking the truck before our next call.”he mumbled underneath the blanket.

[purgatored]

STATUS : closed for @ludics ! LOCATION : inside benny's diner !

" YOU MUST BE REAL BUSY NOW, HUH ?" the question is blatantly rhetorical . cherry's brows raise with it as she looks at him . " without kina to cover for you or whatever ." a shrug . " that must fucking suck . i mean, a lot of things fucking suck right now ." cherry allows, her brow arching . " but that must fucking suck for you ." cherry moves to take a sip of her milkshake to punctuate the words, studying him almost curiously from where she sits at the diner's counter . she puts down her glass before adding a blunt, " although, it overall seems like a pretty shitty business to be busy in, i'm not going to lie to you ." if cherry was honest she mostly only started the conversation because they were the only two people in here, and well, cherry never did well with boredom . especially not now, with the doom and gloom of it all settling over the town like a heavy blanket . no, cherry needed distractions and a lot of them . she was pretty sure this conversation might give her at least ten minutes of that if nothing else . so cherry turns to face him then, the diner's counter digging into the small of her back as she almost boredly asks, " ... you like your job or what ?"

[brassclaws-of-oddworld]

@cakeinpants

Nolybab was always a place that Kyung had mixed feelings towards, and even after scouting the streets of such a metropolis on missions, she never knew what to expect from it at times. However, the day had gone accordingly thus far, with only a few odd encounters with the locals due to how she stuck out among the many khanzumer-class inhabitants. Although, it worked to her advantage since her whole facade relied on being nothing but a frequent tourist to Mudos; and just like any typical foreigner going sightseeing, the Jimseomi looked like she was doing nothing but roaming around and sightseeing. Rather than being dressed in her usual all-black and rather tattered field attire, Kyung wore a much more trendy red ensemble as her disguise. All she had to do was not give away too much, stay walking on her two back legs no matter how much she wanted to sprint on all sixes, and act natural.

During that day, the Jimseomi had picked a popular spot to visit in order to take pictures, and gather more information on it. At the forefront, her thoughts were on her objective, as they normally were. On the other hand, ever since she had her phone call with Pat about him being in the Nolybab area, the impulse to look around for any signs of the dancer persisted wherever she went.

[cursesavior]

✉ @huntershowl said: "Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!” ( hello!! :D absolutely wild vibe for a first interaction but fuck it we ball )

Suguru takes a step back, but continues keeping a close eye on the mysterious woman - what an interesting situation this is. The sheer amount of cursed energy he could sense from her was in itself a spectacle, so much that it seemed like her body couldn't contain it all, given how much she radiated even when she didn't appear to be actively using a technique. She had to at least be a grade one just by virtue of sheer power, possibly even a special-grade - an extremely rare find. His mind is already working to wrap around the concept, figure out a way to use this to his advantage ( imagine if there were two special-grades on his side of the war, who could stop them? ) but he tries not to get ahead of himself. The state she's in is unstable, unpredictable, like a cornered animal - injured, he suspects, though he can't tell exactly what's wrong with how she's hiding it. Even the strongest can still be vulnerable, huh? No amount of cursed energy can truly guarantee safety. Caught off-guard, he assumes.

He puts his hands up in a show of surrender, though he's ready to use his technique to defend himself at any moment if things go south, keeping his distance but trying to present himself as a non-threat. "I won't touch you. I'm not here to hurt you- I'm here to collect a curse, that's all." He assures, keeping his voice calm despite the curiosity that nags at him - he can get the answers he wants later if he just does this right. "You're all shaken up. What happened here?" He'd initially come here to exorcise a powerful cursed spirit, the ball of cursed energy still tucked into the sleeve of his robe, ready to absorb - was that what got her? Had she come to exorcise it as well? He'd seen some dead monkeys around too, initially assuming they were mere victims of the curse, but the only thing he can be sure of right now is his own ability to defend himself if it came down to it.

[forestofforever]

Bloodthirsty bird (with @as-above-rp)

It wasn't uncommon for Roland to be wandering about in the middle of the night. Sometimes when the coffee shop was closed and he had a lot on his mind, he would just walk and think to himself. The more he had to think about, the more he walked. And today, the vampire must have had more on his mind than he thought, because before he knew it the sun had set and he was somewhere he didn't quite recognize. He checked his phone, which thankfully had most of its charge still left. Just the usual notifications, nothing to raise alarm. He checked his location to confirm that he had indeed just walked MILES away from the city where his home and business were. Looking up at the moon, he pursed his lips in thougt. He probably ought to catch a bus or train back into the city. Or maybe find a place to stay the night? He'd weigh his options once he found his way into a more populated area. As he was following the navigation on his phone, however, he heard something strange off in the distance. Ears twitching once, he focused on the sound....someone was calling for help? Well that couldn't be good. After taking a second to weigh his options on the likelihood of it being a trap or someone genuinely in need of help, Roland decided to follow the voice to the source. What he came across was someone looking quite pale and unwell, stumbling about aimlessly in the dark. "Hey, you alright?" He called out to them, from about 20 or so feet away. "Were you in an accident? I can call someone for you."

"No...I..." Sylvester had a hard time focusing, his mind and body only had one singular goal and that was to find something that would quench his thirst... but somehow it felt like this person wouldn't be able to give him that. He clawed at his throat, letting out a desperate sound that could barely be considered human anymore. "I'm so...so thirsty..." He couldn't put it into words. "Thirsty" didn't even begin to cover it but he simply couldn't work out what else to call it.

"Ever since I've woken up I just..." He motioned his hands, unable to convey the way he had been feeling but still trying to communicate it to the other. "I feel all wrong. Water isn't helping." He appeared to be on the verge of tears even as his eyes kept darting around, searching for something that could ease this dreadful sensation even if he wasn't sure what he was looking for.

[silverwingborn-moved]

(Starter for @heavenly--knight !)

First Meeting

Standing upon the flat roof of a building, Silver gazed down at the streets of Pride City. It was a gustier night, the wind blustering her silver hair and wings. Not the best weather for flying, but it did seem to keep more of the sinners indoors due to the threat of rain. Before she can take off for her leisure flight, an anomaly demands her full attention. Her sharp silver eyes glowed, feathers puffing with alarm at the sight of the man.

There was an angel in Pride City.

[brokendreamscreation]

@lettherebemonsters for a Lil Lucid Verse thread)

Anxious hands pick up the wailing cherub from the cradle, the angel shushing him. As one of the staff members that serves the high council and archangels, she is tasked to take on any request from her superiors. But to babysit a baby angel is not something she imagined ever doing. It’s not like they’re a common sight in Heaven, let alone with any instruction. And to her shock, the superiors appear to be equally as clueless.

“Please stop crying, little one. You’re giving me quite the headache.” The angels plea goes answered with another hiccup and wail, shimmering starry tears rolling down his apple mark cheeks. Even with the doors closed, the babies cries can be heard in the hall of the citadel.

[bxtonpxss]

Like this for a one-liner.

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@radioiaci liked for a starter!)

Meandering the streets of Pentagram City, an odd looking “imp” wanders about. Large blue hues take in the sights, tail wagging back and forth rigorously. It is an incredible sight to behold, a city so large and bustling, Lucid has never seen such a place in his 6000 years. Hooves turn him in circles with each step, head tilted back to gaze upon the towering buildings above. Until he feels something slimy under his next step, stopping him in his tracks. Eyes dart downwards and widen in horror at the sight of a Sinner’s guts smeared upon the pavement, making the disguised angel yelp.

“Ew ew ew ew ew!” Hoping back on a foot as he shakes the blood and gore from his other hoof, Lucid loses balance and falls backwards to the pavement. Hissing as his head and horns smack the hard surface, the “imp” hisses, hands holding the back of his skull. The impact and startling of the gore wavers his disguise, the glimpse of the ring on one of his horns suddenly glowing brightly as the form waivers in a glittering gold sparkle. Thankfully it stabilizes, keeping the seraphim in his imp transformation but to any with a sharp eye may have seen it.

[xtinyslip]

sam loved her sister. in fact, her sister was the most important person in the world to her and there was nothing she wouldn't do. nothing, to make sure she was alright. sure, it may have taken sam longer than she would like to be able to track tara down but she hadn't taken no for an answer. "abandon my little sister? tara, i would never." it wasn't something she could even bring herself to joke about, wrapping her arm around her and bringing her closer to her side. "but i hear you've been doing… okay? that you've had gale? you haven't been alone?" that had better be the damn case, that was for sure. "i'm so sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED." @fcrafcrtnight

[halodoved]

❛      miss  memokeeper.    ❜       sunday  greets  the  soothsayer.      ❛      i  did  not  expect  to  find  you  at  the  dream's  edge.  i  hope  you've  found  your  room  amenable  and  haven't  lost  your  way  through  the  corridors.  i  know  many  patrons  lose  their  way  easily  despite  our  attempts  to  maintain  order  within  the  hotel.  if  you  would  like,  there's  a  lovely  view  of  the  GOLDEN  HOUR  just  up  ahead.    ❜

for @swahnn . starter  call!

[lucidrims]

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

            " what's wrong ? " he asks with a grin, head canting slightly to the side, " you look like you just saw a ghost. "

[reallyrandomtj]

LIKED for a starter: @draconicfool

After learning the story behind the struggle of the people that lived in the Underworld of the most recent planet that the Knight of Beauty arrived on, being Jarilo-VI, Argenti made his way to Boulder Town to meet a doctor called Natasha at her clinic to offer his assistance.

"Ah-" A quiet hum left him after entering the clinic he had been giving directions to; the woman that matched the description he was given appeared to be busy chatting with someone else as the Knight of Beauty entered the room. 'I can wait...' Argenti thought to himself and closed the door behind himself and stood to one side against the nearest wall in the hopes he wouldn't get in the way.

Green eyes scanned the cubicles on the outside of the room simply out of curiosity and the Knights eyes would catch sight of a man with pink hair; the temptation to walk up and compliment that 'bubblegum' color was strong but his attention was torn away as the doctor had finished the current conversation. Natasha started to approach him so Argenti decided to meet half way to begin their own conversation to where he immediately offered his assistance.