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[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  hyunki  coming  thru for @seoulstreet !

            "  i'm  not  sober  enough  to  talk  about  this  right  now  .  .  you  have  to  wait  until  i  get  food  in  me  first.  "

[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.»

[outoftheirdifferences]

@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?

[alatenightwith]

‘‘ you've got an incredible head of hair, if you don't mind me saying. do you use some kind of special shampoo, or are you just genetically gifted? ’’

@depictedmorada & starter call !!

[reidinthedeep]

@thxwxlf liked this for a starter

"I'll cut to the case," he started, placing his duffel bag gently on one of the chairs nearby while looking for her eyes. "I'm special agent Reid. British Navy. I was sent here to find you and bring you to our ship. Something about a job? I don't know if they sent word beforehand."

And he sure hoped Kekipi had any idea of what was going on, because he couldn't get the Captain to confess why they needed outside help for whatever mission they were sending him next. He truly hated being left out of the loop.

[myrkulsapxstle]

@darkminstrel 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.

"Your voice is quite beautiful."

The General had heard the Dark Minstrel as he settled into camp for the evening, unable to ignore the allure of good song. It had drawn him towards his beloved in the past -- and still had a strange affect on him some odd century later.

Unsure if his presence is as of yet welcome, he stopped a few paces away, "I've not heard music like that before," He explained, "My wife... before her untimely passing, was a Bard herself - hence the curiosity."

Hells, that still hurt to say.

Her letter to him, fished out of his quarters in some way or another, sat comfortably in his armor in his tent, alongside Isobel's.

"Of what college are you?" Ketheric shook his head, clearing away those dark thoughts, "That might best explain my ignorance."

[vieaccorde]

i have kind of been thinking about him strongly again since yesterday, so... would anyone like a starter from rimbaud??

[grcveyacd]

“ sorry about her, she doesn’t really have any manners. “ he hated how he had to apologize on his sister's behalf, knowing well that she should’ve been the one apologizing instead of him. but, he knew that she wouldn’t. not when she was in the state that she was in. completely drunk off her ass, bumping into strangers and friends alike, not caring one bit. “ or let me rephrase that, she doesn’t have any manners when she drinks. “ dark eyes roll as he watches her find her friends, a little relieved that she’d at least be occupied for a little while. “ this is why i wanted to be an only child. “ // @distantsongsofjoy liked for a small starter

[cffidelityy]

@lunarrepel || liked for a starter

It had not gone unnoticed that Shadowheart had grown more distant with those in camp, and well Sigyn couldn't blame her. Sigyn knew she was going through so much, but wasn't quite sure how to help. She had hoped with time that the half-elf would come back around, but something about her still worried Sigyn, so the blonde moved to take a seat beside her at the other woman's tent. "Hey. . ." She says quietly, searching her brain for the right words. "I just want you to know. . . If you wanna talk, I'll listen."

[ragedagainst]

polishing off the rest of her drink with a single swallow, she leans back in her chair as the other woman approaches the tables in the back of the bar, gaze half-lidded. but for all her pretenses of relaxation, her hand strays just within reach of the pistol holstered at her waist. upon first observation, the stranger appears capable enough, even if she does seem a bit out of her depth. ( are those caps she hears jingling in her pockets ? ) rather than comment, however, jyn waits. if she's here for a hired gun, she'll find her way over. eventually.

@atcmbmb liked for a small starter !

[bcnamighdall]

@wundor| Starter Call

"How long have you been here?" It's a fairly innocent question, but there's more to it. For her own curiosity. It's not so uncommon to go to man's world, not among those of Bana-Mighdall whose members mostly originated there. But for others? Well, she hates to admit it, but Nedjem knows very little of Themiscyrans, despite one of her mothers hailing from the island.

[nobuverse]

@chishigure

"There's no way this is right."

At first, the servant saw no reason to reveal herself. Though she'd sensed the presence of some phantasmal beasts here, this lone warrior was more than capable of handling a single chimera. His bladework is immaculate, made at an almost blinding speed for any human.

So precise, in fact, that she could not recognize it as anything but her own.

"Okita Souji...so this is the me from this world..." she mutters to herself more to him as she steps out from around the corner, into the lantern light.

In truth, this isn't that unusual for servants - they would often find different versions of themselves, should they happen to be in the right time period. Finding out this one is male is no shock, nor is any difference in their appearance. That's not what bothers her.

She unsheathes her own blade. It's not a threat - but the closest thing she can offer to an explanation for her own confusion. If this truly is an alternative form of her from this world - he'd be a fool not to recognize his own blade.

"This shouldn't be possible. We're - no - I'm supposed to be dead by now"

[ofhope]

“... What were we talking about again?”

Not that his whole heart hadn't been put into listening. Once pizza's on the table, his ability to listen gets fed into his tastebuds. Why have observational skills when you can enhance the taste of a pizza? As was Galo's reasoning anyhow: technical phrasing, when not guided by literal tech, was a loss on him. Understanding each word wasn't a problem, but upon all of those words being put side-by-side?

“Sorry, I zoned out after my...” counting on greasy fingers, swiped clean with a napkin moments thereafter... “Fourth slice! Think I asked you about uh, legal processing, right? How cases work. I watched a lotta' Prosecutor Shannon back when I lived in the States, but I was like five, so all I remembered was the funny faces people'd have whenever Shannon gave them the facts.”

For once, the case of one former governor wasn't the reasoning behind his inquiry. Detectives, to his knowledge, had little to do with the actual courthouse, but... to say they weren't a part of what goes down would, Galo think, be dismissing their handiwork.

“I've always been curious, 'cuz we, being firefighters 'n all, stumble on a lot of arson cases. Non-Burnish arson cases, now. It's not my job to find the guy that did it, just to put out what they started, so I was always curious about what happened. Fires take, and they don't give, either. So, what happens when they leave something behind? Like... evidence.”

@chibitantei // starter!

[suckxrpunched]

нow υɴғorтυɴαтe // cloѕed ѕтαrтer

@kaizokugaris ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ !

Rolling her eyes as a fight erupted behind her, Lara finished off her beer and ordered another with a lazy wave of her hand, an irritated frown etched into her face.

She'd just picked up her new beer when a bullet went through the glass, shattering it in her hand and covering her in alcohol. She simply pursed her lips into a tight line and gave a slow sigh through her nose before she muttered sadly,

“ My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined. ”

[shougancid]

@glare-the-fox || Starter Call

"I don't know what happened to it." Despite her words, Mari can't help but glance away, expression conveying an almost meekness her words never would. Her car has always been in an...interesting state, for lack of a better word. Undermaintained because she walked everywhere or took public transport, there'd been a brief period of time where she'd forgotten how to drive. Really, it was only a matter of time before it gave out.

It was just irritating that it had to be far from home.

"Think it's unsalvageable?"