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[auntie-browning]

@soulstagger New Chapter Starter

Grass swayed with violent intent as mid-autumn gales swept through the open planes that the pair found themselves in. The sun had been blocked by afternoon clouds that threated to blot out the sky with a sickly grey miasma that threated showers to come. Aesthetically fitting considering the other miasma that she couldn’t seem to be rid of beside her. Shades of violet peer back to her as the doll banks her head over to peer beyond her peripheral vision. She really didn’t need to do so. Ziatrix’s oppressive aura was strong enough to mark where she was at all times: Right behind her and ready to consume once Browning no longer…amuses her anymore.

Many nights have passed since the encounter that intertwined their fates together, many more till Browning could even move passed the purse silent treatment she gave to that beast. Try her might, she didn’t seem to have the resolve to just ignore her jailer any longer. Besides, if they were going to try and fulfill the conditions she had placed down on their ‘relationship’ she would need to coordinate clearly with this horrifying amalgamation of souls. Even if it’s leading her to an eventual end…

“…Don’t fall behind. We don’t have much more ‘til we’re finally there…”

Some odd kilometers left to go, at least that’s what she recalls from the last road sign seemed to signify. Shortly after awaking from the scuffle the pair had that night, Browning demanded that the two were to leave that dimension and continue travel some other place. She couldn’t stomach the idea of continuing from where two innocent people had been consumed only for the continued existence of that…thing. It’d also help not having to deal with the real possibility of being linked with the disappearance in some way. However, she’d be lying if she said it was more of a pragmatic choice on her part. She just didn’t feel comfortable having that kind of blood on her hands, even if she didn’t spill a drop. Partly the reason she also left all those items behind as well.

“I’d ask if you were tired and wanted to take a break…but I think we both know the answer to that question pretty well. However, I’m creeping onto my heat build limit and I don’t want my processor to throttle. There’s a level clearing coming up without much tall grass. Might be a good place to rest for a bit…”

Her sideways glance over to the short crime against humanity carried some scrutiny along with her words. Sure, she’s beginning to talk properly with her…’companion’ once again but that utter contempt still loomed over them like a specter. She just couldn’t move past the ugly truth beneath that human form. Tangible malevolence was real and it chose her out of everyone to hitch a cross dimensional hiking trip with. Just peachy…

[frozenfischer]

Is it just me, or have things been... stranger than usual lately?

I swear some of the oddest things have been happening around town, and I'm not entirely sure it can be blamed on magic, Monster or otherwise.

[aquakat-draws]

Remember how I said zubin kinda was dismembered by a cannibal in past life?

Well that kinda affected some of his abilities now

[rubistella]

@infernaliscor || continued

Perhaps the best knee jerker about flinging Astarion was that, rather like a cat, he'd always at least attempt to land on his feet. And often succeeded. Much to the pale elf's dismay, his barbarian lover was likely taken with the idea of testing those limits. Like smearing butter over bread and seeing how often it would land face down.

Limits of which the vampire wished not to be tested.

"You could have gotten your hands on a featherfall scroll, or on Neverwinter's softest pillows for all I care. The answer's still no." A resounding, well-rounded no that made him sound not like a lover, but a parent scolding their child over teenagehood mischief.

"If it's all the same to you, we could con the circus folk into turning your urge into an act. I'm fairly certain their newest clown wouldn't mind too terribly being launched like a bag of throwing all the way across the stage." Huffing and puffing, Astarion's muscles unwound with a roll of his shoulders to straighten spine as he kissed the spade of his fangs, head cocking. "Who knows? Maybe they'll even land on their feet if they're lucky."

Astarion was half-hoping they'd land on their face.

[thethndr]

@aslyfcx from IRON GIANT STARTERS (still accepting) “I mean, what am I? A junkman who makes art or an artist who sells junk? You tell me.”

OH, GOODIE — it was perhaps one of the few brands of attention that Chick actually made a point to avoid; salespersons. Did Chick really look like such LOW-HANGING fruit to be accosted by STREET peddlers?

— ⚡︎ "LOOK, BUDDY — as far as I'm concerned, if it doesn't have my face on it, it's ALL junk to me." A tire lazily gestured to the display of merchandise. "I MEAN REALLY. Come on — you tell me what use a car's got for a bedazzled back massager."

A PAUSE...

— ⚡︎ "ACTUALLY, hold up — I'll take a look at those fuzzy dice."

[reactionimagesdaily]

Submitted by @valentines-for-a-dyke

[magnusmodig]

❝ i don't drink tea. ❞

@ofteaandmagic / ( starter call ! )

[wrathstricken]

@sleeping-in-his-grave  whispered a line !! assorted sentence starters  ( accepting! ) "That's an interesting way to get my attention."

     YELLOW  EYES  NARROWED.  Striker rarely did anything to get anyone's attention,  really.  Not like this,  anyway.  He spent a lot of time building reputation,  &&  at this point,  people knew him for his work,  &&  they approached him.  No longer did he have to reach out  &&  make an offer;  people found his contact information,  set up meetings,  &&  business started. 

The imp before him didn't seem like someone here to do business.

        ❛  Did you need something?  I do what I want,  if it caught your attention,  that one's on you.  ❜

[duunswitch]

slaps gil's name onto the table. the kid's prob gon be a hellspawn

Name: ishkur, maybe? undecided don't @ me

Gender: smol boy

General Appearance:

Personality: a brat. this child Knows He Is Very Important, and has the ego to match. the only people he obeys without question are his parents (and even then!), everyone else has to earn his respect before he'll listen to them. confident to the point of overconfidence sometimes, minor perfectionist. despite his bratty behavior he does care about people tho. he's also very charming when he chooses to be

Special Talents: is charm a special talent

Who they like better: mom but only bc she's weak to his charm

Who they take after more: high key gilgamesh

Personal Head canon: once climbed the outside of gil's ziggurat to prove he could and then got stuck at the top bc the idiot child didn't think about how he'd get down after

Face Claim: can i say kid gil bc that's funny for me

[baishouqijia]

in my absence i've been rping panta.lone in a d&d campaign YIPPEEE. he's a moon elf cleric who prays to a goddess of wealth and his healing track record is [looks at hand] himself only

[rubistella]

@chatcambrioleur || x

It would seem the young woman knew her footing around negotiations. And there Astarion thought he could have sold a little kiss for a nibble.

A shame, truly.

"Aw," the pale elf clicked his tongue, leaning back against his seat in such way as to prop crossed ankles over the table while balancing on the chair's hind legs. "You're no fun."

Nothing about the vampire toying with his dagger suggested he was truly upset about it. A little disappointed, perhaps. Nami's blood smelled delectable after all. And each and every time she drew close enough so that those cascading locks kissed by fire would tickle his skin, Astarion couldn't help but feel his mouth watering.

"I was hoping for a nibble... On the bright side, you would be finding yourself in the arms of an endlessly beautiful vampire by the night's end." As usual, modesty was a stranger to the elf. "Come now, it's only fair I get something in return."

Once a prostitute...

[thethndr]

@allnostalgic ♥'d for a starter | for FIX-IT FELIX JR.

— ⚡︎ "LOOK, I've been around the block a time or two with this kinda thing. You're making me want to cry just watching you."

CHICK DIDN'T REALLY KNOW what he was doing — giving advice to the competition wasn't exactly something he was EVER in the habit of doing. The goal was always to finish number one, and the chances of that slimmed with ANY shred of secrets divulged. But maybe Chick just didn't feel THREATENED by someone he could scarcely avoid viewing as a peppy pipsqueak.

— ⚡︎ "YOUR TURNS? Maybe lay it on a little thicker there, man. You've got BOOSTS for a reason."

[hcllishdreamer]

tags.

[staticgcne]

tags.

[magnusmodig]

❝ ... do not let your feelings cloud your JUDGEMENT. ❞

@ofsnarkandmagic / starter call !

[museguided]

@secondtrumphet sent: "Happy Halloween! Here's a trick and a treat!" He offered a candy bar, but pulled it back at the last moment and kissed the blond's cheek. "There's the trick." Only to then give over the candy bar too with red cheeks. "And here's the treat."

Mika's probably lucky that Yuu didn't notice the way his face lit up at the sight of chocolate over his best friend. Naturally, he was always happy to see Yuu, but even more so now when Yuu had the generous thought to bring him a gift. He was already extending his arm to take it, a smile on his lips as he said, "Sorry, I only have enough candy for little ki—"

Yuu's close proximity wasn't anything new. It might have caught him off guard when he expected to have a treat in hand, but the feeling of his mouth pressed to his cheek filled his mind with static. He blinked, his hand automatically closing around the bar. Then he stared at Yuu and the blush painting his face. "Yuu-chan—"

The candy slipped from his grasp while his hands chased after him before he could get too far, cupping his face gently and guiding him back in.

Chocolate was always good, but he craved something sweeter.