#//Hope this works!

[assassin-imp]

@princepsxastra

Turns out, there are some issues in life that you can’t ghost-fuck your way through. Which, frankly, left Blitzø utterly stumped. He’d tried everything! The bullshit apology tour didn’t make him feel better. The weeks of isolation, comfort junk food and trash tv didn’t work. Even fucking up a possessor demon didn’t rile him up the way it usually would. It was almost like, maybe, possibly, he had left some things unresolved and unsaid with Stolas. Normally Blitzø would scoff at the idea: feelings were for pussies and talking about feelings made him want to crawl out of his skin with discomfort. However, Blitzø was getting desperate. Really fucking desperate. It seemed worth a shot. Hey, what’s the worse that could happen? He’d feel like shit. Oh wait! He already did.

In hindsight, the emergency shots of tequila that he’d taken before getting into his van were probably a bad idea. With a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, Blitzø swerved erratically on the road, slamming down on the horn whenever an unsuspecting driver got even remotely in his way. “Learn to drive, JACKASS!” he tossed a middle finger at the driver through his open window. The wheels of the I.M.P van rolled to a stuttering stop outside the grand, gated, mansion that Stolas called home. Head hazy and heart hammering violently in his chest, Blitzø swallowed hard, summoning up the bravado like an armour that he would need to make it through this conversation.

The imp considered ringing the doorbell, he really did, but it felt weird. — and admittedly, a small part of him couldn’t stomach the knowledge that Stolas would never willingly open the door to him at the moment. Or, so he was convinced. Instead, he clambered over the garden wall, only mildly scraping his knee when he lost his footing and tumbled to the floor into a rose bush. “Fuckin’ bullshit spiky plants,” he grumbled, brushing a petal off his shoulder as he gazed up towards Stolas’ balcony. Trepidation glimmered in his wide, worried, eyes. The warm light emanating from the window, and stolas-shaped shadow passing across the walls, suggested that the bird was in his bedroom. Hopefully alone. But, hey! If not, Blitzø could always just launch himself from the balcony. Convenient, huh?

With the ease awarded to him by practice, he clawed his way up the wall of the building, landing unceremoniously on the balcony with a small ‘oof’ sound. “Stolas!” he greeted with a falsely bright and easy demeanour despite of the crushing weight in his chest - he wondered if Stolas could see through it? Fuck. Blitz could barely look the prince in the eyes. “I…uh, I really need to talk, you ready to ‘do words’ with me yet?”

[sillymuses]

@docnefarious

"Oh hey, you're that cool looking robot every monster's been mumbling about. Draculaura said you were an engineer, right? I've got a question for you. Is it like, possible to make a thing that'll trap people into paintings?" Her? Being bitter over that time a ghost hunter trapped her Ghoulma in a painting? Absolutely.

[the-storm-chaser]

🎄 + Darkin Chara

//I went with the 'Krampus' vibe

[prevailinghatred]

plotted, for @autobotmedic 😇😏

Megatron was restless as he waited, his every sense focused to the point of hyper-precision as he crouched at the mouth of the skylight and peered down into the cavern below. Without conscious thought, he'd engaged the magnification and sharpening of his jet alt.'s vision modulator, and redirected some of his RAM to his audials and optics in order to better absorb sensory data as he waited for any signs of life.

His vents were controlled, even as his field warred within him to be free. But that wouldn't do... his anxiety would be a physical presence if he didn't control it, and the last thing he needed was to let anyone know he was laying in ambush. Or worse still, let them know that the Great Lord Megatron was even capable of such lower emotions.

He'd never been much good at stealth, but this mission was too important to let anyone else attempt it. Some of his more capable Seekers had volunteered themselves once he'd emphasized what was at stake, but he'd curtly refused their help. Of all his forces, he had the highest chance of success. No one, short of Optimus, could hope to intervene if he were there and live to tell the tale. It would be him that did this, or no one.

It's what Soundwave would've done, were their positions reversed.

In the far distance of the mines, there came the faint sound of commotion as the invaders fought their way deeper. Fought their way to him. Megatron could hear the distant ring of voices shouting, echoing off the stone like the discordant shrieking of spirits — the voices of his Decepticons as they baited the encroaching Autobots into the designated groups that Megatron had instructed, leaving only his quarry heading his way... if the plan succeeded.

Megatron knew Ratchet would come along to investigate the fake distress beacon he'd rigged, as his bothersome morals would never allow another Autobot to suffer if he thought there was something he could do. It their group's nature to overextend their resources in self-righteous pursuit of chivalry, trying to save lives that were swept up in the crossfire of war. It would be admirable, were it not so wasteful and stupid. He'd once heard the humans call such pointless flights "wild goose chases". Whatever that meant.

There were tires screeching in his direction now, a smaller but still capable engine roared as an Earth altmode sped towards the cavern. Megatron tensed, readying himself to jump down into the room; hoping against hope that it was the medic coming his way and not someone useless to the mission like Bumblebee.

[apurekindness]

@rcguevariant liked for an X-Men starter

It still felt strange, being in a place where she didn't have to hide. The others had been so kind and patient with her - encouraging her to peel away at her deeply engrained fears, and finally embrace her abilities rather than supress them.

"You guys all have such cool names," she noted, with faint amusement, as she paused in her training. "Kiara seems so boring."

[the-demons-son]

Closed starter for @oftomorrow

"But what about Gotham?"

Bruce had turned to his son, clearly exasperated at the line of interrogation. He would prefer to stay on-world if he could. "I've asked Clark to step in. He'll be staying at the Manor until I return."

When Damian had called Richard to complain, his brother had told him he was lucky he'd get to spend some quality time with his Uncle Clark and to relax. It had only infuriated him more.

All of his siblings had a certain type of relationship with the alien. All of them except him. Perhaps due to him being the youngest, he wasn't sure. At some point he'd developed some unspoken grudge against the man, who, admittedly, was only ever polite to him when they had crossed paths. Helpful too, infuriatingly. But still, he wasn't looking forward to an extended visit.

Nevertheless, Damian was there waiting for his arrival to the manor. Richard had told him he needed to give him a chance, so he would. In his own way.

[subjectivemortality]

cont. from here

@fides-nihil

"Mm." She leans against a wall, casual enough on the surface that it belies the worry she carries, dressed in a simple sun dress with her hair tied back in a bow and her expression very carefully schooled to be less judgmental than she feels. Belle is a fretter by nature, but it's difficult to fret over someone who won't let you. Not difficult enough to make her stop, much to her continued chagrin.

The telltale glow under her skin is carefully bated for the moment - no need to send the poor guy into a frenzy witnessing miracles or some such.

"What I mean to say is that you could, theoretically, take a.... brief reprieve. Does it not encourage quiet contemplation from time to time in those holy books of yours?" Matthew 6:6, Isaiah 30:15, to name a few. It makes her skin crawl to recommend, but it's far easier to meet people where they're at than to beat them about the head and shoulders with simple logic.

[kingcenred]

@ircnwrought gets a period starter for Aelin!

"You must be aware that I do not takes sides," he mused, eyeing his unexpected guest with interest. It was a well-known fact that Essetir remained neutral in any conflicts which did not directly impact them. He had few allies - with such a notoriously ferocious army, what need did he have of them?

"I am wondering whether you are desperate, or particularly confident in your ability to offer me something worth my alliance?" he queried, his fingers idly toying with the stem of his wine glass.

[cutdeepshiver]

@dexter-the-inkling-boy

"Sorry there, buddo. Didn't mean to snap at ya and stuff. Things have been a little bit stressful lately. Maybe I need to hit a couple of turf battles. Let out some pent-up steam, y'know?"

[b4rredteeth]

@smckesprite

Pesor wanted this new family, they weren't sure if they were a solid part of the family yet, since Dorothy and them had only been together for four months, but they wanted to be. Their mom wasn’t around, and that was all the family they’d ever had. And Dorothy’s family was huge. So when they asked Addison if they wanted to go grocery shopping with them, they feared being told off. Instead they stood waiting in front of Addison’s house with their grocery bags, sending Dorothy a quick text, their old-school Nokia making a fun buzz sound. 

[ofalchemyy]

who: austin & adri (@theprophccy) where: prospect park (ice rink!)

when austin had shot his shot at the concert that summer, he hadn't expected to be texting back and forth with an up-and-coming musician daily, but he wasn't complaining. now that adriana was back in the city, he took another shot. what did that guy from the office say? you miss 100% of the shots you don't take, right? what he hadn't expected ws for adri to suggest they go ice skating. look, austin was an athlete. he had natural abilities that many people didn't. but he hadn't been on skates since he was about eleven and, that time, he'd broken an ankle. but anything for a pretty girl, right?

he was sitting on one of the benches surrounding the rink, one shoe on, one skate on, doing up the laces. he'd gotten hockey skates, because, duh, but he was already regretting his decision to wear a lighter, more fashionable leather jacket instead of his warmer, puffy winter coat. he'd forgotten his gloves in that other coat, but he had remembered to plop a knit hat (with a poof on top) on his head on his way out the door. his frozen fingers were having difficulty with the second knot, but austin didn't trust himself with only one. he tried again.

one skate done, he turned to start on the second and saw her approaching from across the snow-dusted grass. his eyes lit up and his mouth stretched into a dimpled smile. "hey! adri!" he lifted an unnecessary hand in gretting. "it's me! austin?" like she might have forgotten what he looked like or something when he knew she'd been creeping on his insta late at night. small victories.

[sillymuses]

@spceboyz

"Fine, FINE! We can go to the candy shop, Gir. Just...try not to eat the cashier-drone this time. I'd rather not have to outrun the police and hide in a SMELLY trash can again."

[n0rthernattitude]

who: mia + dom (@castlcscrumbling) where: salem library

it was movie night. sure, they could just as easily have found something on one of the various streaming services they all shared, but sometimes, that took up so much time and they argued so much that tensions got high. so, when it was his turn to pick what they watched, dom often stopped by the library to pick up a couple of dvd's instead. he had a couple of slasher flicks in hand as he waited in line behind old mrs. newbury, impatiently checking his watch as she asked the librarian's opinion on yet another beach read she'd picked up off the new releases shelf. a sigh fell from his lips, foot tapping against the floor, free hand combing through his hair. why wasn't there a self checkout for the library yet? that would make his life so much easier. just as dom was contemplating his life choices, he turned to glance over his shoulder for one of the other librarians. they really needed some kind of bat signal for when one of them was being held hostage by a patron with too much time on their hands. he turned a little bit too quickly. the person behind him was closer than he'd anticipated and in the movement, he sent his dvd's and her armful of picture books to the floor.

"shit," dom said, immediately dropping to a knee to collect their fallen belongings and backtracking. "i mean, sorry. didn't know you were right-" when he looked up through his hair to look the person he'd knocked into in the eye, he was caught off balance and dropped the books again. amelia wilson was the last person he expected to see in the salem library on a random monday afternoon. "mimi?" he was still holding her books. he held them out wordlessly.

[piers-official]

(Closed Starter for @underground-boss-clay)

As soon as the siblings land in the dusty old town, it's clear there's a stark difference between Driftviel and Opelucid. Marnie looks around in curious wonder and hums.

"Mr. Clay was right, it is sorta like Motostoke, or maybe Stow-on-Side?"

"C'mon, Mar." Piers ushers his younger sister to follow by his side, "We don' wanna worry Uncle too much by bein' out too late." He protectively wraps his arm across Marnie's shoulder, making sure she doesn't run off. Last thing he needs is for his adventurous sister to wander off in an unfamiliar city.

Piers eyes the GPS map on his rotom phone, following the directions to the Driftveil city gym. Eventually the sibling duo make it to the front, and look up at the large building in awe.

"Wow... sure is pretty." The teen comments, craning her head upward at the decorated gym, "I wonder if it's made outta the materials they mined up?"

Piers shrugs, "Prob'ly. Now, le's get inside already, we gotta rolycoly t'check on."

[apurekindness]

@shchvnts

"You should have come to me sooner," she softly admonished, as she eyed the slowly weeping wounds on Trini's arms. She wasn't seriously injured, by any means, but why suffer through the pain for days or weeks when Kiara could heal in a flash?

"Maybe I should come with you next time, if I can't trust you to tell me when you're hurt," she suggested, an eyebrow curving upwards. Kiara didn't enjoy witnessing violence of any kind - even if it was for the greater good - so her offer came from a place of genuine concern. "Now, hold still," she instructed, as she softly pressed her palm to the first of Trini's cuts and felt the familiar warmth of her powers surging down her arm and into her dear friend's injured skin.