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Eclipse - Villain Verse thread for icangiveyouanything

@icangiveyouanything

The interviews had been a perfect start to getting his messages across to the world. People liked him, as much as it felt strange to admit to himself. Audiences were receptive to what he had to say as he answered questions. Of course, he had to pretend he was just as confused as everyone else when it came to his miraculous recovery from the long coma. Not everyone could know the truth about how he was given this second chance to save them all from themselves.

Not yet anyway.

It was a quiet day for the time being. He sat on his balcony, a small smile on his face as he watched the sunset with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. But then he felt a familiar presence in the air, and the smile grew just a bit wider.

"I think we have an old friend visiting, Misty."

"Meee..."

[cloudpools]

⚜ @rpwiththelilflower liked for a starter! (From Carter)

It's no secret that when you're an artist, you're not doing it for the money. Sure, there are the sellouts that mass-produce garbage just to make a quick buck. Tape a banana to the wall, splatter some paint, and call it modern. Not that Carter was an art snob. That just wasn't his kind of art.

Unfortunately, making stuff from the heart doesn't always mean a steady flow of cash.

He had a relatively small place, but it was big enough for himself and his canvases so he couldn't complain. Well… that wasn’t exactly true. The walls were paper thin, and he often heard people through them. Stomping in the stairwell, conversations in the hallway, and his neighbor yapping away all day. Carter wasn't a buzzkill, nor was he a grumpy old man, but he also liked to get in the zone when he was drawing or painting. Loud music was the perfect solution to drown out the noise! Not that he was an asshole. He was only playing it during the day.

And then he gets a knock on his door.

He recognizes her as the neighbor. Madison? He'd passed by her every so often. They'd exchanged pleasantries and such but nothing more than that. He couldn't get a read on her, and he quirked a pierced brow, curious. People usually steered clear of him, his punk looks intimidating. He hated that they made the assumptions, but after 29 years of it, he'd gotten used to it. No one had ever knocked before.

"You need somethin'?" It sounds a bit harsh, but he hadn't intended for it to be that way. Music was blasting from behind him so he raised his voice so she could hear him... Though it may have been a bit aggressive. Ah well. Fuck it.

[xamassed]

⟬ @draconicfool / s.c ⟭

He thought it might do him some good to wander, parting himself from his companions and giving himself room to breathe. Dang Heng didn't expect that he would make his way all the way to Boulder Town, but he didn't mind. The air was thicker and more stifling here, but the stillness and hint of warmth brought him more peace than that chill aboveground.

It was near the clinic that he lingered, eyes sweeping from one street to another, to another, to an unfamiliar face. A local, he assumed, since it hadn't been the most ideal to visit a frozen planet prior to the Astral Express arriving. "Are you here to see Miss Natasha?"

[5woon]

starter call!

main verse - before or during touring roaring (early) 20s - when she was just a wee bit younger, partying too much siren vampire verse - mama was a siren, daddy was a vampire ♥️ sons of a - little cute singing fiend who works as a makeup assistant at cara cara (teehee) super hero (?) verse - a gifted singer with hero tendencies

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@spirits-of-nature16 liked (x) for guest muse Margo!

"...And I think. That's. Everything!"

The girl grunted as she tried to force the last few items into her already-bulging backpack. Maybe she was over-prepared, the brunette was aware; but all the same. For her very first official AVL mission? Even if she was just tagging along with Gru and Lucy, even if her role was just to find a safe corner and provide support for them by hacking into the security system of the lair they were infiltrating?

Margo wanted to make sure that she had all she needed.

Finally forcing the zip to close over the last few supplies she'd just purchased, the bespectacled girl let out a breath of satisfaction, slung the heavy bag over her shoulder--

And almost clobbered the girl who was exiting the shop behind her with it. Margo's hand flew to her mouth with a gasp.

"Oh, I'm so sorry--! Are you alright?"

As much as she was sure that Gru, in this position, would have just laughed and moved on... Margo didn't have it in herself not to care about the fellow kid who she'd almost knocked down.

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  bomi  coming  thru  for @fadinglights !

            "  i'm  fine,  this  just  happens  sometimes.  it's  normal  for  me.  "

[scarletcursed]

@stardstschlar ♡'d this for a starter!

the first sign of a nearby person is marked by stella's dog, gretchen, wiggling around excitedly. stella tightens her hold on her little elderly pug. "whoa, easy gretch! what's going on, girl?"

the sight of a stranger certainly catches stella's attention, too. she turns to him, her surprised expression soon shifting into something warm--friendly, even. the little streets of scarlet hollow are practically abandoned even on a good day, so it's always a surprise to see someone new.

"oh, hey! i haven't seen you around here. are you visiting from out of town?"

[kiigan]

starter call @heartsandwishes

ㅤOf all the things Itachi had expected/hoped to be surprised by after leaving his homeland behind, certainly ice cream had not made it to the initial list - yet here he was now, more than ready to revise his priorities. Not that ice cream, in and of itself, was anything that extraordinary, even. What with Wutai having been turned to the general tourist resort it was nowadays, exotic snacks made especially [and having a super expensive price tag slapped on them] for tourists could easily be found at every corner of the main streets.

This one was... peculiar, though. Salty, but also sweet.

ㅤ«Sea-salt, was it?» The title was appropriate, given the uncanny mix of flavors. In fact, it was making him curious enough to go and check the ingredients, later. Maybe even spare the time to learn the recipe. Once he returned home, he could try his hand at making some for his little brother. Glancing back at Xion, who'd so kindly introduced him to this tiny masterpiece, he smiled after another lick. «I can see why you were talking so highly of it.»

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[amorxsomnia]

@violetgleams liked for a starter!

How time flies when you're having fun. Gotham was certainly one of the... colder cities he'd set up shop in, but after one or two minor adjustments, the pet shop was now as warm and welcoming as it had ever been. The aroma of sweet incense filled the air as the Count finished lighting all burners for that morning, just in time for his very first customer since arriving the other day. The sound of a bell tinkling rang throughout the air, Count D turning towards the door with a smile. "Good afternoon. Please come right on in, and apologies in advance if things seem a little barren. I've yet to find my bearings in such a large city so soon." Mismatched eyes twinkled as the Count took in the sight of his visitor, a young man with long hair decorated with intricate shavings. Gotham was every bit as colourful as he'd heard, and his smile only grew as he studied the newcomer, eyes of purple and gold freely meeting those of warm brown. He'd heard... things, that Gotham wasn't exactly the most friendly of places and sorely in need of some of his work, but it was an unexpected pleasure to be met with such a quiet aura. What sort of person are you, my friend? "Have you come in search of a pet? It might not look like much now but I assure you, we carry a vast menagerie of wonderful animals as well as supplies for any you might already have."

[farmrot]

hi. who wants to write with my southern gothic girl 🗣️⁉️

[thenten]

@onlyheartaches liked the Permanent Starter Call!

"Thanks a ton, pal, I really appreciate the assist." The creature says with gratitude, standing atop the ruined remains of the Sentinel the two had just defeated together- multitude of green eyes that adorned all parts of his body (except for his head) darting about over the massive robot, though two remain steadily faced at the other.

"No idea what this thing's problem was, it just jumped me out of nowhere! Who could I have possibly ticked off this much...?"

He questions audibly, kicking a bit of the robot that had been encased in ice, clearly unaware of the automaton's intended purpose, and even less why it had identified him as target for it.

[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.    ❜

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@hellmxses — LUCIFER

❝ Hey Dad! It's me. Aaagain . . . ❞ Charlie bites her lip as her hand clenches reflexively around her phone, the other playing mindlessly with the stray strands of hair that frame her face. She's sat on the window seat in her bedroom at the hotel, eyes casting over the view of the city. Her city. Her people. A flaming wreck, littered with discarded weapons and corpses left to rot beneath the crimson sky. In the distance, she can see Heaven glow, situated as though mocking them from its position on high.

Charlie blinks away angry tears from her eyes. She does not hate Heaven — Charlie tries her hardest not to hate anyone — but her heart breaks for her people, and righteous fury rises within her at the knowledge that all this could be PREVENTED if Heaven and Hell could just talk to each other. If her father — her own father !! — wasn't complicit in the wholesale slaughter of their citizens.

❝ I just wanted to — to talk. About. You know . . . ❞ She heaves a heavy sigh through her nose. This is not the first time she's tried to initiate this particular conversation, and it's never gone the way she'd planned it. There just has to be a way to make him see what a mistake he'd made in allowing the exterminations. But maybe she doesn't hold enough sway over her father's heart to change his mind . . .

❝ If you have some time maybe you could . . . call me back! ❞ Charlie forces her voice to remain chipper. This aggressive cheerfulness is how she's gotten through everything her adult life has thrown at her ; she's always thought people are more likely to say ❛yes❜ to a smiling face. ❝ Maybe we could meet up. It's been awhile. I — ❞ Miss you. I miss mom. I miss how things used to be. ❝ I'll wait for your call. ❞

Hitting the END button, Charlie stares at the phone in her hand. Waiting.

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@chopperpirate liked (x) for a guest muse Lilo starter. (still accepting!)

"Are you another alien?"

Small child tilted her head. Honestly at this point nothing would surprise Lilo; she'd lived with Stitch and 'Uncle' Jumba and 'Auntie' Pleakley for almost two years now, the bizarre for anyone else was the everyday for her. So seeing this new unusual being around while she was on the beach?

She would take it pretty well in stride. As such, she quickly returned to rummaging in her duffle bag.

"You can help me feed Pudge the Fish if you want. It is sandwich day, after all."

Not just anyone would get an invitation to help with such an important job. But if this was another new visitor to earth, it was only right for her to involve them, wasn't it?

[shevaults]

nora stands atop the guard tower overlooking the entirety of sanctuary, her eyes taking in every inch of the sprawling settlement below. since nora started her mission to find shaun, it's changed a lot ... and now, with the institute defeated, the commonwealth seems ... calm. quiet. or maybe that's just the absence of the weight over her shoulders now that the cause of her grief is gone.

a world finally at peace after the minutemen's victory over the institute ... the thought makes nora's lips curve upwards. spotting piper close by from her spot atop the guard tower, nora's smile transforms into a grin as she waves at the reporter down below. she'd been wanting to talk to her more, given everything. " piper! " she calls out, quickly waving her over. " get up here! i want to talk to you. " / @torntruth