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[helloxdesire]

Consequences

@cxncordia

Nathan was a skilled mage and a fast learner. Unfortunately he was also very aware of this, and somewhat overconfident. When he challenged his teacher, Addison, he was confident that he could win. He knew Addison outranked him, and had done this for much longer, but Nathan genuinely believed himself to be a natural, and while he considered the possibility that he might lose, he didn't actually believe it to be an option. Of course, that delusion only lasted until midway through the certamen, when it became apparent just how much better than him Addison was. Nathan didn't stand a chance, but at that point it was too late to back out, and he could only do his best, hope Addison would make a glaring mistake, and lose with some dignity at least.

And lose he did, though the part about dignity was up for debate. Addison metaphorically mopped the floor with him, and it was obvious that Nate had severely overestimated his own abilities. With the duel over he'd looked up at the teacher, humility settling in his expression for the first time in a long time. He knew that he now was Addison's to do with as he pleased, but he'd had no idea what to expect. He knew Addison as a fair, somewhat strict teacher who pushed his students to be their best, but knew very little about him beyond that.

Now, on his knees, looking at the clothes the man expected him to wear he swallowed thickly. The pink frills of the dress and lace of the panties glared up at him and he felt a blush creep up his neck, coloring his cheeks. "You can't be serious," he heard himself say, "this is a joke, right?" He reached out, running a finger over the fabric, frowning at the feel of it. Maybe the man was just messing with him. He couldn't really expect him to wear that, right?

[leoxsanchez]

Starter for: Alec Jacobs @xalecjacobs

Where: Batchelor Party (12th October)

"Did you want one of these?" Leo asked holding out a beer can to the other man. He had just got himself another drink and assumed that was why the other was over here too.

[vocesincaput-arc]

@ordinariums (crowley) liked for Post Season 2 starter [x]

starter under cut to avoid spoilers.

Aziraphale had been doing his best to fit into his new role as Supreme Archangel but whatever he did, he had this nagging feeling in the back of his head that something else was going on. That something wasn't right. Oh, he already knew that the other Archangels didn't particularly like him, but there was something more than that. Aziraphale wanted to do good & make Heaven better, especially if the plan was to go forward. But he just didn't feel completely right. Like there was something else making him stay there.

Then there was the fact that he couldn't stop thinking of Crowley. The demon had kissed him. Him.... Everytime he thought about it, Aziraphale entered an almost daze. Losing track of things around him. There had even been times when he had been discussing things in a 'meeting' with the other Archangels and his mind had drifted to Crowley and how things had been left.

Despite being eager to make a difference in Heaven, Aziraphale was already beginning to miss his life on Earth. The food, the hot cocoa, his bookshop, his demon.... oh. When had he started to think of Crowley as his demon? He swallowed and became focused on that, oblivious to what was being said. Aziraphale was broken out of it only when Metatron handed him a coffee and he gave a smile as he took it. Coffee hadn't really been his 'thing' on Earth but Metatron had been bringing them to him since he had come back to Heaven and, well, he hadn't wanted to be impolite. He was actually starting to rather like them as well.

The meeting continued as he sipped his coffee, suddenly perking up at the mention of someone checking in on Muriel in the bookshop. His bookshop. Oh, his bookshop.

"I could check in on them." Aziraphale said quickly, trying not to have his eagerness at the idea creep onto his features too much. He would love to see his bookshop again, he had been missing it so. And, well, there was the possibility of seeing a certain demon again. "I mean, I did reside there before, it would less conspicuous for me to visit. Act as if I were checking in on it and all that."

The other Archangels rolled their eyes but eventually agreed that it was the best idea. And so Aziraphale headed down to Earth, making his way to his wonderful bookshop with an excited look on his face. He waved to Maggie and Nina when he saw them though frowned when he saw the unamused and possibly annoyed look upon their features. What was that for? Aziraphale shook his head and went to enter.

[wxrwounds]

“Because I love you!”

They had been fighting, of course they had been, after all it wasn’t like this mission was so important and they needed to get it right. Another undercover mission and it seemed to be going well but they were to be ‘divorced’ soon, something about a black widow needing to see Jason alone to lure her out. But it felt too real, too personal and while Jenna was ready to keep going with the plot, it didn’t seem like Jason was ready to move on.

“W-wait what…” Jena said softly, blinking a few times before she closed her mouth and swallowed hard. “J you know the mission… we can’t let this… you love me?” She said softly, looking over him as she waited for an answer.

@itstheomen

[despairs-memorial]

@ultfan liked for a starter!

"Hm, Hope's sacrificial lamb, I would not expect you to be bold enough to seek out the overlord of ice. Tell me, what is it that you wish to discuss? Are you offering yourself up for the slaughter or is there purpose in your intrusion?"

Gundham wasn't ever entirely sure what to make of most mortals, finding them more confusing the more dishonest they were, and Nagito happened to be the most confusing out of all their classmates. That said, he didn't see a reason to be outright hostile to him at the moment. After all, it wasn't as though he did anything to personally harm himself or his demonic beasts, but it didn't mean that he wasn't on guard when it came to speaking with him.

"Perhaps... is this a matter regarding the dark queen or were you seeking my aid for the sake of forming an infernal contract to gain a familiar?"

[dexter-wells-beiste]

Dexter held Madeline's hand following behind Sir Nate who held a very sleepy Dot and Jack. An afternoon full of games, rides, and crafts with their Uncle Nate had happily worn them out. Dex smiled and squeezed his Domme's hand. He'd never take family for granted.

@miss-madeline-beiste @dom-i-nate

[charlie-fabray]

Tea Time - Kurt & Charlie

Charlie waited for Kurt in the lobby of the hotel. He was glad that they’d decided to do their little tea time adventure on the first day. He didn’t want to risk their time filling up and this small but wonderful outing getting lost. He had dressed warmly in a pair of corduroys a blue shirt and cardigan covered by a pea coat to fend off the cold London weather. When he saw Kurt he smiled and waved excitedly. 

@switchhummel

[vocesincaput]

[ STEADY ] from flint, for thomas !

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

[ STEADY ]:     sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.

It wasn't the first time the ship had docked at Nassau but it was the first time Thomas had stepped foot onto the docks (at the insistence of his Captain). The sudden emotions and memories that had washed over him felt like the both the most overwhelming and catastrophic waves in the biggest of storms as well as the calmest of seas.

Both turbulent and serene all at once.

Thomas had spent the past half an hour walking through the streets in an almost daze as he took in the fact he was walking in the place he had spent so much time thinking about. His mind had turned to both Miranda and James and how he wished that the two of them were there to experience it with him.

Sadness crept into the Quartermasters thoughts as he thought about them both. His wife and the man he loved. Thomas stopped in the middle of half empty walkway whilst lamps were beginning to be lit as the days sun began to hang low in the sky. Eyes slowly looking around at everything until they settled upon a face that cut through all of his thoughts and that he had never expected to see again.

James.

Thomas felt as all breath had left his body as the waves of memories and emotions was rushing over him ten fold and all at once as he wavered upon his feet.

His mind had to be playing tricks of him because of everything he was feeling. It had to be. Thomas closed his eyes as all of the swirling emotions were rushing to the surface. He had kept himself composed in front of the crew of the ship he served upon, only breaking down when in his small room, he couldn't let himself break now.

The tears were starting to break even as Thomas closed his eyes tighter. He felt both lightheaded and as if he were being crushed by overwhelming sensations as hands settled upon his arms. He felt as if his feet were moving of their own accord. A rough surface pressing against his back.

"J-James.... no, no, it can't be...."

[breakthroughtheconfusion]

[ MESS. ]  the sender finds the receiver covered in blood that certainly isn’t their own.

-Gundham to Sonia, if that's alright and you're still accepting these

Vampiric Starter Prompts (Accepting)

"Oh hell..." Of all the times Sonia could have run into Gundham, it just had to be now...

The princess had done her best to conceal her vampiric nature from the rest of the student body, but the need to drink could only be suppressed for so long. She'd figured that it was late enough that she could sneak off of campus to feed and return again before anyone noticed she was gone.

And now here she was, standing in front of her classmate with freshly spilt blood staining the front of her dress, dripping from the corner of her mouth down her chin.

"G-Gundham, I... this isn't what it looks like..."

Nice one, Sonia. Good save. He's definitely going to buy that.

[vishapsking]

"And why do you tread here, Retuo?" Waters churn beneath the body of the hydra, heads twisting, turning, gaze fixed accusingly on the other. There is anger there, a storm brewing beneath the surface, tempered only by the caution of one who predicts battle. "Do you come as messenger or executioner?" An accusatory tone, a wariness all the same. Is this the calm before the storm or the oncoming battle for which he must brace or else fade into obscurity to corrupt the land?

random asks. @csial / always accepting !

All of Teyvat hums with tension while the air stills in anticipation. The Heavenly Principles were creatures of fickled whims and untraceable minds that matter not to them. Retuo Longwang does not desire crowns of validations from usurpers; though civilizations of old have crumbled, the might of the Dragon King still remains strong.

Still, such bold proclamations from above tears delicately woven alliances asunder with the weight of coveted crowns. With the threat of war nipping at their heels, many gods and creatures have gone to stake claim and prepare for battle. Perhaps the Lord of Dust would be better suited to come than him, but Guizhong was busied elsewhere with Morax and the others.

Retuo comes bearing no ill-will towards one who had once been counted as an ally. They come without barbs nor weaponry of any kind. Waters slither from beneath the endless blue, swirling the Overlord of Vortex. Amber gaze lifts to meet watery depths without fear or offense.

"The birds have vanished into deep skies. A last cloud drifts away, all idleness. Inexhaustible, the ocean and one gaze at each other, it alone remaining."

They greet the other with words echoing disappointment. "One comes neither as messenger nor executioner, Osial. Merely to ask if this is truly what you wish." Those who were once allies will be at the point of their blade come morrow on the battlefield.

"The others will allow your return to the assembly. This needs not end in bloodshed. Do you yearn for a false crown so badly? Your followers will be safe without it."

[doomxdriven]

"Where do you go from here?" Jin asks, standing before a series of cages that contained unconscious or cowering individuals.

Whether these Souls Jin gazed upon were enemies of this 'Wandenreich' or personal trophies from Quilge's hunts, he didn't know, but he took delight in the view, as the devious grin that flashed across his face would demonstrate.

"Do you kill them, torture them, break them down and coax them to your side, a bit of all three? More? You must tell." // @biskael (from x)

[leoxsanchez]

Starter for : Ari Dhringa @aridhingra

Where: Batchelor Party (12th October)

Leo was very content with a beer in one hand and a plate of food in the other as he found a place to sit down and relax for a moment. "Was it you I saw winning at croquet earlier?" he asked as he saw Ari nearby.

[vocesincaput-arc]

@saunteringserpent liked for a starter [x]

Having grown bored, as always, with the duties they tried to assign him down in Hell, Nehuén was wondering around the streets of London. Smiling to himself as he took in the sights.

Despite his many times coming up to Earth, it was his first time in London and he was determined to enjoy it as much as possible before unfortunately and inevitably returning to hell. Every time someone with a unique or interesting look and vibe about them past him by, he would turn and watch them walk on past. Grinning to himself and not caring or, maybe, not thinking about how he would appear to the humans.

One thing he had come to enjoy when on Earth was their drink called coffee. There were so many different kinds now and Nehuén absolutely had to get several before returning. So he stopped at the next one he saw, Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death, and popped inside. The demon grinned from ear to ear as he looked at all the people inside. Breathing in deeply through his nose before ordering a large black coffee and an iced latte.

Nehuén drew in another breath through his nose and stilled. Another scent catching his nose he had not expected.

Demon. There was another nearby.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[thechiyonosakenyc]

@sxlcst requested a thread by bella atwood :

The young woman headed back from the bar and out from the streets after she had said her good-nights to the rest of the folks working there. The workload kind of kicked her ass hard, but she was not really complaining much about it, considering the fact that she was already out and about, ready to head home to the comforts of home, the warmth of a safe place and the rather cozy confines of her bed. It was a rather busy night, and the bar was quite packed with bar patrons whom drank, sang to their merriment, socialized and did a lot of things in the bar – it almost felt like a regular dive bar, if not for the rather kosher, rather blasé setting and the rather lighthearted tone the bar had. That, and that the bar somewhat catered workers that looked like they popped right out from a magazine. Bella was not going to complain about her work, as she headed to the nearest bus stand to wait for the last bus home. Taking a look at her phone, she looked up to a passerby as she asked them: “Hey, dude. You gotta light?”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

brain please wake up and draw

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