#[lemme know if i need to change anything!]

[pine-dexter]

~* @riiese liked for a starter*~

It wasn't often these days Ford had the opportunity to take a solo excursion into the forest to do some exploring. These days, he was far too worried about Stanley to do much wandering and when the kids were around, adventuring turned into a group activity. Not that he minded! It was fulfilling to explore with Dipper and Mabel. They were always curious and up for anything, and Ford enjoyed sharing his work with his niece and nephew.

But some days it was nice to just get out and wander trees, notebook in hand. He'd recheck on some of the more interesting fauna and update some of his notes on the strange multi-colored stream not far from the house. Having spent so much time in the woods, there wasn't a lot he hadn't seen.

Or so he thought.

Now, standing behind a tree, he's staring at an honest to Sagan giant with a gaping mouth. After gathering himself, he cupped his hands around his mouth to yell.

"Ah, hello there! Down here!"

[filthysin]

starter for @fcrtnite for hannah parker (aubrey plaza fc)

zane ran down the street until he finally got to the doggy day care center, they had actually closed thirty minutes ago but he had been running late since his replacement at the bar hadn't shown up. he opened the door to the day care and was met by the sight of a woman and his dog. as soon as the door opened his running his dog, a german shepard whose name was lola, came running towards him. "hey girl." zane said as he leaned down and petted his dog, "i know i was late." he stood back up again and then looked at the woman. "which i am very sorry for." he said with a sheepish smile as he took his hand out "zane." wanting to keep it polite, he really needed this day care center.

[indulgnces]

who: theodore clark (@backtotheo)

where: masquerade ball

Masquerade balls always seemed like something out of fiction for Jenny — existing only in the world of romcoms and supernatural television and fantasy novels as a dramatic backdrop to spice up a plot. Not something meant for her mundane life. So when she heard her neighborhood was hosting their own ball for Halloween, it felt only fitting that she don a costume from one of those fictional worlds, hoping the stark red of her dress blended in with the 'bloody' aspect of the vampiric theme of the night.

In line with those fictional worlds, she always thought the 'not recognizing anyone' thing was simply a dramatization for the movies. Yet, as Jenny scanned the crowd from her spot near the event's bar and struggled to discern her friends from strangers, she was quickly realizing there was a lot more truth to the notion. Gnawing on the straw of her drink, she leaned over to voice her thoughts to the man nearest her. "You're totally not recognizing anyone here too, right? That's not just me? Because I really thought the whole Clark-Kent-mask thing was fake before this."

[undeadremcycle]

With: @cantfightmoonlight (Meena) Where: Country Club/Clan headquarters

The word still rang in Remmy's head as they stood outside the large, imposing doors to what was, apparently, a country club. It wasn't the building or even the description, though, that made them take pause. It was the word that came before, the word that the clerk had told them when they'd first come to town and been asked their species, the word that had been reserved for movies and fairytales up until now.

Vampire.

Remmy felt a little stupid. Vampire. How had they even become a vampire? Why had Lucy know what a vampire was? Why was Roy involved with vampires? When the hell did vampires become a real thing? They shifted nervously, glancing down at Moose, who sat dutifully by their left side, vigilant eyes scanning the building before them. They'd been told to come here for more information, but any further than that, Remmy had accidentally tuned it all out, overwhelmed, suddenly, by what they'd discovered. Their ears were still ringing now, too.

Some people walked by them and went into the building, not even bothering a glance back to where they stood still, in the middle of the drop off street. They blinked and watched the door slowly close, before Moose's signal caught their attention, letting them know someone was coming up on their left side.

A woman. Tall, dark-skinned, darker hair, and dark eyes, who looked more like a specter than a solid person in the moonlight. Remmy blinked and rubbed their eye. "Uh, excuse me?" they called, as it seemed the woman was walking in their direction. "I, uhh, was told to come here? By the-- er...when I came into town. Somethin' about, like, I could find someone to do this vampire stuff with? Or ask them about it? I-- I sorta accidentally tuned 'em out and forgot what they said."

[sshoryuken]

(@nosomatsu)

➣ (O)h great, this guy again. If he'd said he hadn't taken notice of the dark-haired man kicking around the area lately, trying to bum money or cigarettes off the locals, Scott would be lying through his teeth. Not really an uncommon thing for him, but... well... that's different! Just different. But don't ask him how.

With his weird hair done up and yet always so casual-looking, and his constantly-changing sense of style... the way he always seems to talk different, depending on whatever hue he's garbed in on that afternoon. Sometimes it's yellow, and on that day he's shouting about baseball. Other days it can be green, where he's gawking at pretty women with no subtlety at all.

All around, the situation is simply perplexing.

Today he's wearing red, throwing his arm around whatever girl passes by and trying to flirt with no success. Arguably the most annoying personality he takes on next to the blue one, when he speaks in broken French and tries to play guitar. Scott watches from afar, shrouded halfway by the block corner, as he sizes the guy up. He thinks for a moment, trying to gauge if he can simply approach without getting surprise socked in the nose. Normally, he wouldn't care about the presence of some random tourist, but this is a special case. A mystery plaguing his mind that he can't be rid of without proper answers.

He decides to approach. The guy clearly isn't going anywhere, as he still seems to somehow think he can get anywhere with the girls in the province, weaving around the streets delicately and quickly as to avoid him.

"What's your deal?" The query comes out abruptly as Scott stalks up to the unfamiliar, fists balled up and crammed into the pockets of his thick winter jacket.

"Every time I see you around here, you're acting like a different guy. Super weird, dude, lemme tell you."

[princessonia]

@oletusmanors 🌹

It was difficult to believe that such an adorable, seemingly typical little girl had committed atrocities the likes of Sonia, herself. From her understanding, Kotoko was not brainwashed into Despair like most; it simply befell her in the every day life she lived. Like many things, Sonia did wish to understand the reason; in a better world, there should’ve been no cause for a dear child to feel such hate and agony.

Unfortunately, she knew completely that this was not a better world.

“Utsugi,” she said in her most gentle voice, “I do understand that you see adults as demons,” and, quite honestly, that wasn’t an unfair judgement, “but may I ask what constitutes as an adult in your mind?”

[tatteredxsails]

[ @vocesofmd continuing from here ] contains mild S2 spoilers

[tw: suicidal ideation, implied drug use]

Ed was a spectator. He'd felt like a damn spectator through so much of his later life, but it felt especially true now. He was sitting back seat to everything that he was happening to -- and he was happening to a lot of things. Being an observer in the middle of a raid wasn't anything new, at least. He'd perfected that art a long time ago. His role in the raid was to show up and be Blackbeard. Didn't really fucking matter what that was, so long as he was there.

Then it had stopped mattering if he was even there. The flag would do it.

He'd made things more interesting for them, lately. They'd gotten good at sneaking, insofar as you could sneak in a ship. The relatively small size of The Revenge helped, in that regard. He'd gotten back up to some of his old tricks, finding ways to appear aboard the target vessel before they even knew that they were about to be raided. That was fun, at least.

He hadn't really been feeling the fun of this raid. He fell back into being a spectator, standing with a hand rested lazily on the helm as he watched the kids.

Wind 'em up and watch 'em go... he had implemented a few different ways to pump them up for a raid to varying degrees of success. Sometimes it was the fine powder he ground up in the cabin. That was usually a big hit. Other times, it was a thin peal of pain from his first mate. The kids weren't big fans of that, but it could be a motivator when necessary.

Speaking of the kids... Ed ran his tongue over his teeth as he watched a man drop in front of Frenchie. Big fuck-off kind of guy that Ed was surprised that Frenchie had decided to take on. Ed hadn't selected him out of Bonnet's collection of misfit toys for his skills with a sword. There was the sewing thing, sure. That was an excuse. The music was a better one, even though he didn't really ever let Frenchie play. Not anymore. The real, simple, reason was that he liked Frenchie.

He watched the man stagger back with a sword through his gut and disappear behind some barrels lashed at the far end of the deck. Fuck. He still liked Frenchie, for whatever that was worth. Not like he really felt much of anything lately, right?

Ed walked down the stairs as if he weren't strolling into the middle of a heated fight, surrounded by the sound of steel sliding and clattering against steel and the cries of the dying. Someone shot off a round near him, the ball slamming into the gunnel a few feet away. Huh. Shame they were a shit shot.

He wasn't. He lifted one of his pistols from his bandolier and fired off a round, effectively clearing the path he needed to take to get where he was going. There was probably some other reason he was doing this. Something about not being able to let go of Bonnet and Frenchie being an extension of that because he'd been on that crew or some other such bullshit he didn't want to think about.

Ed reached the barrels and braced a hand against one to peer over them at the fallen man, "Heeeey. You're not... dead... are you?"

[kingscyrus]

It took quite a bit to ruffle the crown princess of Cesare, but having someone nearly twice her height certainly came close. As soon as she came upon the King and lifted the veil she used to protect her face from the sun, she'd nearly let her jaw hang open in pure shock. However, for the moment, she merely pursed her lips into a line and took a breath before falling into a polite curtsy. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance, your majesty. I am Arabella Cesario, crown princess of Cesare."

King Cyrus stood tall and imposing, his presence casting a shadow over the courtyard. As the crown princess of Cesare approached, her graceful demeanor belied the astonishment evident in her eyes. With a simple lift of her veil, she revealed her features, momentarily taken aback by the sight of the towering king before her.

With a regal nod, King Cyrus acknowledged her greeting, his deep voice resonating through the air like a rumble of distant thunder. "The honor is mine, Princess Arabella," he replied, his tone as commanding as it was courteous. "Welcome to my kingdom. I trust your journey has been without incident?"

Arabella's reaction did not escape his notice, her surprise a common occurrence when others encountered his towering stature. He offered a reassuring smile, hoping to set her at ease despite the apparent disparity in their heights.

Cyrus couldn't help but admire the princess's resolve. Her determination to maintain her composure in such unexpected circumstances spoke volumes about her character. He found himself intrigued by the prospect of forging an alliance with a ruler with an equal measure of grace and fortitude.

[liesandalibis]

THE SCENE IS TELLING—beer cans litter the common room, some of them sitting upright as makeshift ashtrays, others crushed and sloppily left on chairs, the floor. bits of trash and playing cards strewn across the table. a half-drunk bottle of whiskey exists as the centerpiece in all of this mess, accompanied by glasses that have since been knocked over and abandoned. company dwindles when jet turns in for the night, and ed and her doggy companion leave the remaining adults to their vacuous indulgences. three hours. that's how long they'd been drinking for. somewhere along the line faye had moved from the couch to the floor and stayed there. she's without her signature headband, which lies somewhere amid the litter. there's a cigarette butt tucked between her fading red lips and she's barefoot, idly rubbing the heel of one of her feet. a tower of ash hangs on for dear life and although her movement is sluggish, the ash eventually dislodges directly onto her lap when she shifts her weight. unaware, she pulls the cigarette from her mouth.

❝ so now that i've kicked your ass in card games, ❞ she starts, dropping the spent cigarette into one of the cans. there's a slight drag to her words that's only noticeable with certain vowels. she appears fine otherwise. ❝ i'd bet the woolongs in my pocket that i could wrestle you to the floor. right now. ❞

faye doesn't remember what they were talking about before then—if they had even been talking at all. something tells her to initiate. to break whatever looming silence there might have been. her eyes glide up spike's form under heavy eyelids; it's almost like she can't help herself. but she could take him. they've got to be about the same amount of sloshed by now. with a broadening smirk, ❝ this will be your only chance. so what do y'say? wanna try me, spiegel? ❞ / @reddragon-cowboy

[angelpuns]

Lil hater Leo in honor of me FINALLY getting out of bed. Idk what happened to me today but I couldn't get out bed for the longest time ;-;

Anyway just like me, Leo also managed to get out of bed. Now, I for the life of me couldn't figure out what I would want someone to say to me in this situation, so I went the silly route. Probably don't actually say this to someone, I genuinely don't know what I would have wanted someone to say if there were anyone for me to apologize too :/

Anyway here's a transcript:

Leo: I'm sorry...I was supposed to cook dinner, but I did nothing all day...

Yuichi: it's okay!

Yuichi: in the wise words of my great-great-great-grandfather...it just be like that!

Leo, thinking: idk why this is making me feel better

Leo: he did NOT say that

Yuichi: he did, I swear

Anyway I once again would not recommend actually saying this and I don't think Yuichi WOULD say this, but I couldn't think of what I would want someone to say so :/

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@flightofthestarscream

Upon first glance from the front viewing platform of the Peaceful Tyranny, Tarn already knew this was not the Cybertron he'd resided upon for many years. He could not see any immediate sign of large, functional cities, and the planet itself seemed dark, desolate, its surface devoid of grand, towering structures. He hesitated in approaching. There was little purpose in visiting a Cybertron in ruins. It could even be dangerous, depending on who inhabited the wreckage, if there were any occupants left on the planet at all.

Thus, he decided to keep the Tyranny in orbit, and set the ship to drift around Cybertron. The quantum engine required several hours to cool from a recent jump, and he had more than enough fuel to sustain himself and his vehicle for much more than that time. He watched the planet, which, by all appearance, looked completely dead. Out of curiosity, he pinged the surface with the ship's central console, and wondered if there were any Decepticon stragglers in need of transport.

::Salutations. This is Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division. All hail the Empire. Pax per tyrannidem.:: He said by way of greeting. ::Does anyone upon this world, comrades in particular, receive this message?::

[ohxnxnani]

Nani sighed, running a hand through her hair and nodding. Several pamphlets and the application papers for Evermore University littered the small table. She hasn't been planning on sitting with Mertle when she came to the cafe to work on the application, but it was surprisingly crowded today.

"We may have to vacate ourselves to find some drinks but I'm right there with you. The application has to be more complex than some of these classes I'm looking at," she chuckled, squinting at the class list and trying to find the correct code to write down.

"What are you majoring in, Mertle?"

open starter: @evermorehqsstart !! location: the lucky cat cafe

❛ every time i try to hype myself up for going back to school, i jinx myself. i'm serious, every time i feel like i'm finally understanding something, they'll assign something that makes NO fucking sense and then i'm sitting here like.... why did i do this to myself,❜ mertle lamented to the individual who was keeping her company, pouting dramatically at her paperwork. ❛ i'm over this. i could go for a drink... or like, twelve.❜

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @akhilaasthana where: along the streets of the bungalows

Maybe if she just gotten home, these hornets would leave her alone - at least that was Darcy's thought process. If she could just hide away, they'd leave her be.

She managed to sneak away from them for now and if she was just quiet enough, she could make it.

She was really close, when she turned the corner and basically ran right into Akhila. "Shit, shit, sorry, are you-- are you okay? No hornets chasing you?" she asked, looking around immediately, but they were in the clear, at least for now.

[mc-adarsh]

CLOSED STARTER for @zaidshair location: AT THE FOREST NEAR THE WATER timestamp: POST-EVENT02

Power was everything. And Adarsh's healing ability certainly proved to be everything he'd hoped from discovering he had a super power himself. Something to focus on. Beyond his daily search for answers on who he was. It was... almost intoxicating. This new thing. But he was beginning to get restless within the medi-centre, and people weren't in dire need of someone with awesome healing abilities.

Maybe he could find someone who would willingly cut themself so Adarsh could heal them. He doubted it, but he was happy to be out of the building.

Roaming first the camp, then the forest, he wasn't new to finding people doing all kinds of sports or activities to calm their nerves.

Zaid meditating was a new one. He was still far enough that he had to shout, and that wouldn't be kind to anyone who was meditating, but he couldn't help it, he was too restless, too fired up, too eager to distract himself from the big questions that were still out there: who was he? "I didn't think you were the sort to meditate!"

[purgatored]

STATUS : closed for @ludics ! LOCATION : inside benny's diner !

" YOU MUST BE REAL BUSY NOW, HUH ?" the question is blatantly rhetorical . cherry's brows raise with it as she looks at him . " without kina to cover for you or whatever ." a shrug . " that must fucking suck . i mean, a lot of things fucking suck right now ." cherry allows, her brow arching . " but that must fucking suck for you ." cherry moves to take a sip of her milkshake to punctuate the words, studying him almost curiously from where she sits at the diner's counter . she puts down her glass before adding a blunt, " although, it overall seems like a pretty shitty business to be busy in, i'm not going to lie to you ." if cherry was honest she mostly only started the conversation because they were the only two people in here, and well, cherry never did well with boredom . especially not now, with the doom and gloom of it all settling over the town like a heavy blanket . no, cherry needed distractions and a lot of them . she was pretty sure this conversation might give her at least ten minutes of that if nothing else . so cherry turns to face him then, the diner's counter digging into the small of her back as she almost boredly asks, " ... you like your job or what ?"

[flxshy]

@cervidae-demon

"You seem the most annoyed in this hotel. Can you make me a Champaign and tell me about it?"