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[sillymuses]

@bxtonpxss

"Uh..."

Welp. Here she was caught in the act of stealing all these cookies. What can she say? She enjoys the softness of the baked texture. Plus, a few extra were being saved for her friends once she got back to the school.

"I'll give you one if you don't rat me out."

[continuingthefamilyname]

@queenpinoftheeast

Jason was a young alpha walking around his college campus to get to the library. Right when he opened the door, the most delicious smell hit his nose. An omega in heat. This was not the best place for that. He took a breath for a moment to calm his thoughts. Whoever it was would probably need help. He followed the scent, and that's when he saw her. He had seen her around campus before. She was normally surrounded by a group of people, so he was surprised to see her alone. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, staying a bit away from her for now.

[sanniewrites]

closed starter for: @rpwiththelilflower muse: tanaka kenji, 28, software developer

"I seem to see you here often. You must really like your coffee." Kenji couldn't help but joke a bit as smiled at the woman. "I hope I'm not bothering you at all though. Just thought you could use a little company. If not, I can leave." He didn't wanna force anything and just looked at her as he waited for an answer.

[cloudyfenrir]

💓 Heart of a SOLDIER 💓 || ACCEPTING || @warofthebeasts

Cloud wasn't sure how he ended up like this, sat on a bed with Sephiroth tucked into his chest.

It was a quiet night in Costa del Sol, the party stopping by after dealing with monsters in the area that could threaten the beachside town. It had been a long day for all of them and needed their rest. Cloud woke up in the middle of the night, needing a drink of water and midway down a bottle did he hear groaning...

It was Sephiroth.

While privy to the fact that he didn't sleep well, he didn't realise to what extent and now he was watching his former hero deep in the throes of a night terror. Stepping closer and before he could even think did the older man awaken with a terrified yell, as he begun to thrash did Cloud intervene.

Perhaps Sephiroth was still dreaming when he woke up as Cloud never thought in a million years that the other would grab onto him like a lifeline. His heart was quick but not from fear for once, it was shock and... concern? He didn't know what that underlying emotion was but Cloud didn't push away or demand answers, he let Sephiroth do what he needed to. Only looking down when his breathing seemed to be evening out.

"...Back with us?"

[bestiadentro]

{ @silver-blooded-synthetics liked for a birthday starter }

This would be the second time he's celebrating his birthday with Errol. The second time should have been last year, but unfortunately, he'd been missing during that time. Locked away in that horrid lab - but he's not going to think about that. Alaire is free now; Has been for months and is steadily recovering from the trauma caused.

He has, by now, reunited with his family in the sense that he's seen them and spends time with them, but he does still remain a resident of Errol's home. It just made sense at this point. His age made him able to live on his own anyhow and the Byers household was.. crowded. Not that he didn't love them! Because he does! It's just.. Errol provided him a sense of comfort that they didn't and he needed that comfort.

Today, he's waking up to hair being gently brushed out of his face and fingers combing through his hair. Before he's even awake the softest of trills escapes him, the sound being what actually wakes him up. Even with his eyes closed, he can tell it's Errol touching him. His scent is enough to give it away. Eyes open slowly, soft purrs already rumbling in his throat as he attempts to move so that he's nuzzling his cheek against the hand rather than allowing them to continue to pet his hair.

Happy Birthday, Alaire

That's what he hears Errol say. It brings him to realize that it is, in fact, his birthday. Because of last year he'd already seemed to have forgotten about it. His expression likely reads as such, but the realization isn't bad. No, it's nice to be woken up this way, to give him such information when he's already feeling a sense of calm. "It is my birthday, isn't it?" Alaire questions softly, finally shifting in order to sit upright on their bed. "I forgot all about it."

[venisontransmission]

@electriccapitalist

Something is amiss in Pentagram City.

It is not Alastor's territory - if he recalls correctly, Rosie had informed him that a recent turf war had gone down, leaving it without an Overlord. The radio demon had considered taking the space for himself but decided against it - he already had enough territory to keep track of as it was. He was not looking to expand just yet.

He's passing by the battle-worn district. Upturned asphalt and holes in the ground. Crumbling buildings - why, it looks like an Extermination had started here! Were he not close enough to see this damage, another thing was off - a radio signal.

Recently, Alastor had begun to share his radio signal with an... interesting young sinner. A demon with a picture box for a head and calling himself Vox. The media demon had quickly grown quite fond of Alastor, who had, in a sense, taken him under his wing. Among the living, these 'televisions' were all the rage, taking quite a bit from the radios that came before. Naturally, Alastor was curious about it, hence his interest in the sinner.

Vox was allowed to use his radio signal, seeing as how the television demon wasn't powerful enough to create his own. The side effect of this is that at all times, the deer demon had a good idea where his troublemaking picture box might be.

The signal tugs Alastor into the rubble and destruction. As he steps over small puddles of blood, he notes the weak, buzzing whine of radio waves trying to latch onto a frequency.

Ah, it seems his new friend was in a bit of trouble.

He follows the sounds of struggle, more blood gathering under his shoes with each step.

[13xwishes]

Continued from { X } || @path-of-blue-eyes

Eyebrow raised, Whisp studied the so-called billionaire and pondered whether she should help him out or not. She wasn't obligated that's for sure, but unfortunately he caught her in the wrong side of town. She WAS one her way to the monster side when she was cornered by some mugger normies and... well...

... never do magic out in the open again. Lesson learned.

Still, those idiots deserved a good beating and they weren't her finder after all...

Humans...

 ❝ You do realize being 'something like me' means I can make those things happen easily without trying. But you caught me in a curious mood... just what is it exactly you want? ❞

[imsammyclaflin]

I feel honored to have starred beside you but then you leave me behind to become a superstar and steal a film that has both the Rock and Statham in it? And now you're married to Reed Richards/Pedro Pascal and saving the world as a member of the Fantastic 4? Babes, you're killing it right now! I'm so proud of you! Not that that means much but oh my goodness, I'm tired just trying to keep up with your blossoming career! @vancssakirby

[seaoftales]

Days spent in his fathers former office were rare. It was his now, inherited when becoming Leader of the Gods Knights after his father had become one of the Gorosei, though with the turmoil ahead of them and quite possibly a war of colossal extent on the verge of breaking out, Shamrocks presence was more required on the field rather than have him simply delegate who would go where in order to maintain peace and order.

There was, however, a rare occasion where he was granted a few moments of respite, the very same one which he now spent sitting in the comfortable chair behind the desk, eyes closed, and simply enjoying the silence. There was one or the other noise, he assumed just slaves doing their work. They knew better than to disturb him, though he also tended to be lenient towards them at times. After all, some tasks couldn't be done in silence. As long as there wasn't too much noise...

Ah, one could only wish.

The clinking of high heels against the marble floor announced the presence of one particular woman he hadn't seen in what seemed forever. Nobody else had such confidence in their walk as Cosima.

Shamrock didn't really make much of a move when the door to the office flung open with the exception of opening an eye to see whether he was right in his assumption. Once confirmed, he resorted back to lounging, the only indication that he was aware of her presence being the slight smirk on his features. Shamrock knew how to push her buttons, and one of them was being him not acting like a proper Celestial Dragon was supposed to. If only she knew what woes he had to go through recently, perhaps she'd allow him this much slack for once.

The redhead was well aware that a visit from Cosima was never unwarranted, and perhaps it was better to address the issue sooner rather than later. Maybe she had come to her senses after he had called off the wedding between the two of him, maybe this was her extending her olive branch about it.

❝ Dearest cousin, ❞ Shamrock finally spoke, adjusting himself in his seat to sit properly and look at her. ❝ I was wondering where you've been hiding recently. Scheming how to take over the world, I assume? ❞ There was no doubt that she was about to jab him with something, whatever that something was. Well, two could easily play the same game. ❝ I haven't seen you at the Gala when father was made one of the Gorosei. Don't tell me you're still sulking about the wedding not going through. ❞

While their union wouldn't be unheard of, as many Celestial Dragons preferred to wed between themselves, to keep things in the family, Shamrock would much rather not have one of the most powerful families become the laughing stock of the whole world by turning out like the one of Saint Charlos, with hideous looks and an IQ lower than those of simple amoeba in the sea.

❝ To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? ❞

@onepiecc ♥'d

[isolatednights]

𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ⸻ @wexarethewalkingxdead

squatting beside the little brook babbling through the otherwise quiet forest, aiyla squinted up through the leafy tree tops in hopes of gauging how late in the day it might be as she filled one of her empty water bottles ( knowing the amount of daylight would determine how long she had until she had to find somewhere safe for the night ). releasing a soft huff at the discovery that it was still mid-morning ( that it would be hours yet until she could reasonably crack open one of the cans within her pack or boil the freshly retrieved water ), the woman capped the bottle and carefully pushed herself up once more to continue onward.

she isn't certain how long she continues on before the familiar groans of the undead reach her ears. she's preparing to change her course ( avoidance, she's learned, is often easier than wasting her energy on taking down one or two ) ⸻ but the shuffling of feet amongst the deadfall and undergrowth gives her pause ( distinctly rushed and likely human ). whatever plan may have been coming to mind halts immediately when a girl stumbles into view ( it takes a moment to blink back her shock before aiyla is moving forward ⸻ hunting knife finding its way into her hands to dispose of the two undead that are trailing in her wake ).

when its done ( once her knife is slickened with blackened blood and a sheen of sweat trickles at her brow from a combination of the heat and the effort ), blue hues turn to take in the girl. "hey ⸻ hey it's okay. you're okay ⸻ shh," the words are crooned softly ( her gaze sympathetic because she too knows what its like to be terrified and alone ).

[sillymuses]

@rayheroism

"Is your body like magnetic or something? How is it...?" She's so curious about this one. I mean, how could she not be? An intrigued poke is given. "You feel very real."

[continuingthefamilyname]

Jake singer starter for @penelo14

“I let the whiskey talk and baby it said to much. I got the feeling now. It didn’t say enough.”

[nekrotisch]

Cassandra looked at Rook before looking down at the elvish artifact. They had found it, could be nothing, could be stripped for parts to help another relic, who knows.

"You know, Elvish relics can destroy the fabric of reality, Nevarran relics may just bring a new roommate into your house."

@atlasveiled || x

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@plicatum asked for a Starter

After the discovering of Robins 'death', he'd been somewhat expecting to be summoned by either his father or Sunday for a while now, having been helping Gallagher in the background. It really wouldn't take that much effort for either of them to guess that he might be aware of at least some of the truth that was going on, but Garth was rather skilled at keeping things to himself - he'd had plenty of years to master the skill. Still, he couldn't help but feel slightly nervous as he made his way towards Sunday's office. Everything was going as planned - what if he went and said something that suddenly made everything fail? He sighed lightly, a deep breath taken as he knocked on the doors.

[7rabbi7s]

Swapped Freedom- A Planned Plot With @mmm4r1ass3cr3ts

Flicking over the final ask he'd sent, Hab frowned at the answer he'd been given. 'Dear' could be used platonically? That didn't really track to him, especially since he was essentially swapping her Habit out for himself.

That, coupled with everything on Maria's blog?

Shaking his head, Hab shoved his phone in his pocket. He's got better things to do right now, like actually making good on his promise.

---

No knocking, this Habit didn't deserve even that. Crushing the shield like a rock on glass and grinding his metaphorical paw underneath it to drive the broken shards of energy and pride into the bastard's back. He was surprised how weak the other was, but maybe that was because Hab's spirit burned brighter than any protective layer.

"MARIIIIIAAAAA! COME GET YOUR COAT!" Hab howled, his plan on stealth now forgotten with just how easily this Habit was crushed. It was really just natural selection at this point.

@mmm4r1ass3cr3ts

[kingcenred]

@magikborn liked [x] for a starter: For Arthur Pendragon.

It had taken much persuasion to get Cenred this far, and as he dismounted his horse in the courtyard of the Camelot citadel, he had to swallow down his disgust. How many magical beings had been executed here?

The temptation to immediately return to his own kingdom was great, but a peace treaty with the new Pendragon King would be - according to his advisors - exceedingly beneficial to Essetir. Particularly now, as they rebuilt the army after the damage Morgause had caused. It was Uther that Cenred held so much disdain for, and there was talk across the whole of Albion that his son took a different approach to leading; perhaps the discussions could be fruitful.

"Arthur," he reluctantly greeted the younger monarch.