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[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."

[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?”

[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.

[the-storm-chaser]

🎄 + Darkin Chara

//I went with the 'Krampus' vibe

[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."

[kingcenred]

@crownednight

No uninvited visitors had reached their island for almost a century, so it had been all the more surprising when Amaya seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Ever impatient, Cenred had wanted answers immediately: who was she? Where did she come from? How had she breached their defences?

It was only the calm, yet insistent words of his most trusted healer that kept him away for the first few days: she needed time to rest and recover. From what exactly, Cenred had not yet been informed. Sympathetic to the lost, strays, and refugees - which many of his people had once been - he had naturally provided her with rooms in his own palace. It was outside said room where he now stood, having promised his healer that he would be on his very best behaviour, as he knocked lightly on the door.

"It's Cenred. May I come in?"

[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.

[ofalchemyy]

closed starter for @itssosimone

austin loved bringing his nieces and nephews down to coney island during the summers, but he'd never visited during the winter. he decided to use a day off to rectify that. and because he didn't like doing things by himself, he'd texted simone to see if she was available and dropped a pin after he arrived at the park so she'd be able to find him as he wandered around. he'd just finished off a cinnamon roll and was sipping a hot chocolate, playing pac-man one handed at the indoor arcade when she arrived. "one sec," he said, tongue poking out as he did his best to outrun the ghosts. he ended up running into a dead end and dying, so he exhaled on a sigh as the game over sign flashes on screen. he turned to look at his friend and passed her a matching to-go cup of cocoa. "so what do you feel like doing? games? rides? people watching?" he barked out a laugh. "i got all day."

[darksonofsparda]

Random Dialogue Starters || Still Accepting

@shallliveoninsong sent: “if i wanted help, i would have asked.” [from Lady!]

Four months ago, thanks to the combined efforts of both sons of Sparda, the Qilphoth tree, was no more. Previously, Dante and Vergil had been traversing the demon world for about three months, searching for the core roots of the tree to completely eliminate any chance of the demon tree from gaining strength and remerging from the ground in the human world again. With the tree finally destroyed, the brothers returned to the human world via Vergil's portal slicing abilities.

Upon their return, Dante had generously offered to let him stay at Devil May Cry with him. While the the elder son of Sparda did appreciate his brothers generous offer, Vergil declined, expressing to Dante that: while he was indeed a changed person now who had seen the error of ways, that he still didn't feel complete, something inside of him was missing, and even though he had accepted both sides of himself as a whole, he told his sibling that there was still a lot of time for much need self-reflection.

Besides, given his track record, and everything he had done in his pursuit of power, now adding all the copious amounts of things his other half - Urizen had done. Sure, Urizen was still his own being in a way, the fact remained that he was still one part of him, and because of that, he was sure that the people in Dante's circle would never accept him as an ally or friend, though he wasn't really expecting them to --although that part, rather than telling Dante, he kept it to himself instead.

After declining Dante's offer, Vergil just spent his time as a traveling Devil Hunter. The world was a very different place now. Upon the emerging of the demon tree, several parts of the world were affected, many outright destroyed, populations of former bustling cities, now in ruins with little, to no survivors thanks to the tree's seemingly unquenchable thirst for human blood. Nearly all of the entire worlds population was annihilated, pushing humanity close to extinction. Thankfully, by some miracle, there were some humans that managed to survive, it was nowhere near as many as the world used to have, but it was definitely a decent amount, enough to give humankind a good chance of continued survival.

Any humans that survived, were living in survivor colonies, huge camps heavily guarded by military with the purpose of keeping all hostile demons out, and ensuring the protection and security of everyone who lived inside. Humans were forced to live in these colonies because the world outside, was nothing but a demon infested nightmare.

The tree was no more, but upon the fall of the tree, several demons that were still in the human world fled and went into hiding, creating nests, and completely taking over old cities. The world outside of these safe colonies, was now called the wastelands, or the badlands by the kids, as no human wandering around outside the colonies weren't safe, as there were always demons around, lurking in the shadows in search of their next prey. Because Urizen was a part of this, he knew he was partly responsible, there was no real way to atone for his sins, he knew that. Regardless, Vergil figured the least h could do was spend his days, taking down every single demon that went into hiding.

While traveling in what used to be London, Vergil was in Manchester, searching for the demon nests here, the survivor colony nearby mentioned the there were at least four nests in the area. Investigating the area where the nests, Vergil came across a nest that was already destroyed, that meant someone else was here hunting the demons in this area too. Curious, he continued to scout the area, moments later, he heard the sound of gunshots in the distance, and makes his way to the scene.

In view, he could see none other than Lady, she was surrounded by demons, he also spotted some dead demons near her, so she was doing a pretty good job at holding her own for a bit. Moments later, from where he was standing, he could see the magazines sticking out of her guns, which meant she needed to reload, and it didn't look like she had time as he saw several demons rushing in for a strike.

Thinking fast, Vergil pushed the blade up from the scabbard with his thumb, running by in a blur of midnight-blue as he zipped passed the demons, swinging his blade with precision as they cut through the flesh of each demon, freezing them in place. Once he was in sight, he simply sheathed the blade in a flash of silver and a click, killing the demons entirely and completely clearing the area of hostiles.

With the demons cleared out, focus could then be shifted back onto the search and destroy of the remaining three demon nests. Since this was Lady, Vergil knew he wouldn't get a thank you, her reaction, was exactly what he expected it to be, met with scorn rather than appreciation, but whatever. He didn't expect people from Dante's group to accept him, especially Lady, so as much as he wanted to be a part of their group, he knew that it would likely never happen.

Looking over his shoulder at the devil huntress, Vergil just brushed off her response, there was no point in feeding the dislike directed at him, he was just going to keep it plain and simple. As sad as it was, it was probably best to keep to himself, he wasn't expecting anyone to care about having him in the group.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "You didn't have to.. think of it as a professional courtesy, from one devil hunter to another, nothing more."

Vergil knew that the devil-huntress probably wouldn't want to have him in her company, so instead of trying to waste time trying to make amends, he just turns his back to leave -- he was pretty sure she'd rather have any one else with her other than Vergil. Stopping in his tracks, he turns to look over shoulder once last time, deciding to at least give her a heads up about the types of demons here.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Be sure to keep your guard up. I sensed a new type of demon in this area, it can blend into shadows, so pay extra mind to shadows that seem unnatural or fake. Best of luck, Lady." He adds, choosing to call her by her preferred name, rather than the birth name she hated. After giving her a heads up he continues to walk away, prepared to continue his mission alone like he always did.

[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?"

[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.

[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. 

[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."