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[marisola]

closed for @gemhinis .

this  fuels  him  ,  brims  parted  as  hues  lock  with  hers  ,  his  digits  tangled  tight  in  her  curls  .  it’s  fucked  up  ,  secret  kept  from  everyone  else  ,  knew  well  enough  that  if  anyone  were  to  find  out  the  truth  the  messiness  that’d  come  would  be  too  much  to  bear  . yet they were unable to get their fill .  “  god  ,  you’re  so  fucked  up  ,  ”  a  breathy  whisper  ,  thumb  dragging  over  lesser  petal  .  he  can’t  help  the  low  chuckle  that  escapes  him  ,  hand  falling  to  claw  at  her  hip  ,  pulling  her  even  closer  .  “  and  the  worst  part  is  that  you  fucking  love  it  .  ”

[indigodreames]

Minerva wasn't quite sure how she landed the job as assistant to man like Vergil Sparda. It wasn't like she didn't have a good resume or experience, however, when she'd went in for the interview for the position as confident as she was, she still had her doubts. However, Minerva would make sure that the choice of hiring her would not be in vain. Ever the perfectionist with a knack for planning and organization made her the perfect assistant as busy as she was, she found herself enjoying her new position.

Minerva was at her desk checking what Mr. Sparda's schedule was like for the week when she'd noticed a charity gala that he needed to attend to tonight. She made sure she had her list of everything that needed to be done tonight which included dry cleaning for his attire and making sure any and all other meetings that were scheduled beforehand weren't running late so they would have enough time to prepare for tonight's event. As well as the most important matter was sorting out how much of a donation would be given on his behalf.

As she finished writing down her to-do list, Vergil walked in and she immediately stood up from where she sat to go to his side. Her notebook clutched against her chest as she made sure to keep up with his pace. "Mr. Sparda, when you have time I need to speak with you about your schedule for today."

@truepcwer gets a plotted starter

[puppyeared]

XIN YA MOMENT

[the-commissions-deadliest]

@theseance444 + CONTINUED FROM HERE

Sat at a booth in a dark corner of the bar glass of whisky in hand, Cha-Cha had been watching Klaus like a hawk well before the venue closed. Her head occupied only by thoughts of revenge for the trouble he had caused her, she had followed him from the bar. She had watched him walk into the convenience store and followed suit.

The door chimed as it opened; it was a happy kind of sound, a contrast to the frustration that Cha-Cha was feeling. It was infuriating really, that such a pathetic man had caused her so many issues as of late. Stepping into the convenience store she quickly surveyed her surroundings; empty aside from her and her target. And aside from the employee behind the counter but if he got caught in the cross fire then so be it. For a moment there’s a sense of calm, a silence broken only by the sound of an upbeat pop song playing over the store’s speakers.

Wasting no time, she briskly walked down isle between shelves. Clenching her fists, it doesn’t take long for her to corner him in the back of the store. This time there was nowhere for him to run.

“Should’ve thought of that before you stole from the motel room.”

With no hesitation she took a step forward and in one fluid movement drove her first towards his face with a solid punch.

“Oh so you think you’re in the position to be making threats.”

[noahhwcng]

closed starter @gwendolynwcde

Noah arrived at the mayoral ball, his eyes scanning the crowd for Dante. He adjusted his tie, feeling a bit out of place among the glittering gowns and sharp tuxedos. It probably didn’t help that he didn’t know many of the guests in attendance. As he made his way through the throng of people, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Out of nowhere, he collided with someone, nearly knocking them over. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" he said, reaching out to steady the person he'd bumped into. "Are you alright? I wasn't watching where I was going."

As he looked up to meet the person's eyes, he froze. Recognition dawned on him, and he felt like he'd been transported back in time. "Gwen?" he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and disbelief. It was her. Gwen, Ellie's best friend from high school. He hadn't seen her in years, not since... well, Ellie’s funeral, but he wasn’t going to think about that sad day. His mind raced, memories flooding back. Feeling awkward, he cleared his throat—trying to find the right words. "I... wow. It's been a long time," he said, his hand still on her arm from when he'd steadied her. He quickly dropped it, feeling awkward. "How have you been?"

[kyewinslcw]

closed starter @joxdrayton

location: mayoral ball before the blackout

Kye was making his rounds at the mayoral ball, scanning the crowd for familiar faces when his gaze landed on a face he’d always looked forward to seeing. Josephine. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he took in her appearance. His jaw dropped a bit. Damn, she looked ethereal in the dress she had on. They'd spoken about giving their marriage a fair shot, and while he wanted to ask her to come with him to this event, he'd refrained from doing so. A part of him was still skittish, but now that they were both here, he figured he could at least chat her up—she was his wife, after all.

Pushing aside his reservations, he approached her from behind, a charming smile spreading across his face. "You look beautiful this evening," he said as he positioned himself in front of her, his eyes roaming over her appreciatively. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, he couldn't deny the flutter in his chest at her proximity. "Did you come alone?" His gaze lingered on her pretty face a little too long, drinking in the sight of her. 

[chernayavidua]

incoming signal from @bruz3r: “There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.” / meme ➢ accepting

                 her body betrays her as it trembles without her say. the warmth of the manor has yet to seep into her bones; hindered by her rain soaked clothes. she hadn't had time to check the wound herself as the priority had been putting as much distance between herself and the shooter. with her cell phone in pieces on the street of new york and without adequate knowledge of gotham, she'd decided that her only option was the only sure place she knew: wayne manor. the ride there had been beyond uncomfortable, but she's had far worse.

                 the bullet still remaining was expected given the injury. but his words don't provoke a reaction. she merely remains in the chair he'd pulled out for her and closes her eyes. regulating her breathing, natasha focuses on anything but the pain radiating from her shoulder. focuses on the reason she's where she currently is and the events of the last few hours attempting to piece together the reason behind all of it. she wills herself not to feel the pain.

                 “ if i'm keeping you from anything important, i can do it myself. ” she says, gaze lifting to meet his. i've done it before, is the intended meaning of words so casually spoken. and while she's thankful for the help he is clearly willing to give her, the last thing she wants is to get him tangled in her web.

[ariyacl]

closed starter @nazliuzun

location: rizzo's

Ariya sat across from Nazli at their usual booth in Rizzo's, stirring her iced tea with her straw. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she observed her friend's expression. "So, you and Ryat?" She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the worn wooden table. "I've got to say, I'm really happy. I've been telling that stubborn man to open his heart." She chuckled, shaking her head. "II mean, I wasn’t looking for anything serious when I jumped in bed with my boyfriend. But sometimes life just has other plans, you know?” Trying to explain this to Ryat was tiring, if she was being honest. The man was stuck in his ways and stubborn as hell. Ironic, considering how stubborn she was too. Why wouldn't her ride or die be the same, right? “I’m glad you’ve softened him a bit, at least.”

[ishanigarcia]

closed starter @donovanpaak

location: her office at soundwave

Ishani sat in her office, her desk a messy jigsaw puzzle with papers scattered everywhere. She expelled a deep sigh while sorting through the endless stack of business documents. Her recent break had been vital. But damn, the aftermath was going to be the death of her. "Where's a genie when I need one? You'd think I was gone for an entire year or something," she said to Donnie by the door. Her gaze shifted between the chaos on her desk and her brother. She’d missed him, but before she could chill with him, work had to get done. She grabbed another pile, studying the dates with a grimace. "I swear these papers multiply when I'm not looking." Peering up at him with puppy dog eyes, “you’re pretty smart. Come help me so we can get out of here.” 

[gwendolynwcde]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: mercy hospital - ER department

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: mid-afternoon

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @nicolemcrtin

It was typical for Gwendolyn to show up at Mercy Hospital, especially when there were individuals that were involved in multiple of her team's cases and needed either questioning or an update on their care. Today she was supervising new recruits as they handled their suspects when they needed medical care. However, it wasn't going too well as one of her recruit's suspect started being indecent by urinating on hospital property and causing a scene. Unamused by what's going on, she stood there observing her employees handling the situation (which was way too slow for her liking) before glancing over at Nicole who was eyeing the whole thing too, "Another day in the office, am I right?" she monotonously joked as a tired sigh escaped her lips. "Although I feel like you've seen worse, right?"

[kmadrigalsoto]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: city hall staff meeting - parks and rec & sanitation departments

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: morning

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @feyzaxergin

Ever since she had her own workplace accommodation, Kimberly hadn't been too involved in meetings as she preferred to work directly with Irza and smaller groups. It's been some time since she had joined mixed department wide meetings as they were bigger and there were more involvement there. As a compromise, she took on a smaller role bringing in the pastries, coffee and tea for the parks and recreation, as well as sanitation department. Today's agenda was more so the up keep and clean up of the local parks given that there were going to be different autumnal events taking place. She had been instructed to head home after, but the workaholic in her couldn't bring herself to do it since she wanted to make sure there were no takeaways for the mayor and their team. So, the compromise was to stick around in the beginning and leave halfway once she got the gist of the meeting.

On top of that, there was some work gossip that she'd been missing out on and well, she was getting a bit of FOMO there. Ignoring some of the stares she was getting since a few were probably wondering why she was working and not on leave, she took a seat next to Feyza and mumbled, "Some people need to work on being discrete." As she met her gaze, she handed her a cup of one of the hot beverages and said, "Apparently Jack, the Sanitation Lead, has some 90 day fiancée thing going on...But I'm a little confused cause I always thought he had thing for Sheryl, who's one of the Park Rangers. Do you know if it's true?"

[marisola]

closed for @pureshoney .

hope  for  his  returned  had  fizzled  out  over  time  ,  his  disappearance  one  that  hit  her  hard  ,  and  the  child  in  her  arms  only  made  it  the  more  difficult  .  the  last  thing  she’d  expected  when  opening  the  front  door  of  her  small  apartment  was  to  see  him  .  the  amount  of  times  she’d  tried  calling  him  even  after  he’d  left  ;  never  received  a  call  or  a  text  back  ,  resentment  building  over  time  and  now  as  if  nothing  he’s  here  again  .  “  hendrix  ?  ”  name  drips  off  her  tongue  ,  surprise  written  all  over  cherub’s  features  .  davina  swallows  thickly  ,  attempts  to  keep  it  together  ,  and  not  cause  a  scene  .  all  in  an  attempt  to  not  wake  their  son  .  “  what  .  .  .  are  you  doing  here  ?  ”  tone  of  voice  is  soft  ,  spoken  words  a  whisper  and  she  tugs  the  small  child  closer  ,  her  digits  running  through  golden  curls  .  “  you  finally  decided  i  deserve  an  explanation  ,  is  that  it  ?  well  i  don’t  want  to  hear  it  .  ”

[hazalyildizs]

closed starter @safiadecastilla

location: bubble time (august 15th)

Hazal settled into her seat at the bubble tea shop, feeling a prick of guilt as she faced Safia. She'd been so wrapped up in life and whirlwind romance with Lincoln that she'd barely had time for anyone else. Taking a sip of her mango bubble slush, she decided to come clean. "Sorry, I've been MIA. I took a trip to New York and then work sort of took over," she said, fidgeting with her straw. "But also, I figured I might as well tell you, Linc and I made things official. Only, sex is off the table until I know this isn't just about my raging hormones." Anyone in her shoes probably thought she was nuts for deciding to not have sex, but she was truly serious about making sure they weren’t just together because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. 

[wiildroses]

The gardener quite enjoyed the summer season. He was far more partial to the warmer months, though he'd have to admit the the fall season was his favorite and he did enjoy when it rained. It's been getting hotter these last couple weeks which made it a little more difficult to keep some of his stock in his cart. He had to make sure he had plants and flowers that could withstand the heat if he was going to be outside all day.

Leif immediately spots a potential customer and he grins widely, from ear to ear as he waves them over. "Hello! " He promptly greeted. "Are you looking to buy some plants or flowers? I've got of plumeria and hibicus bushes starter kits for the summer season as well as some flowers if you're more interested in that. If you have any questions feel free to ask away! Oh, and don't worry if you don't want to buy anything, I won't take it to heart, I promise." He feels the need to add. As much as he always tried to make a sale, he'd never push someone to buy something if they didn't want to.

@stravvberryhearts ; ♡'d

[the-commissions-deadliest]

@thenightmareofyourdrems sent 'you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?' (Lila to The Handler)

“Hm?”

She had been too involved in her own doings to give Lila her full attention; she looks up from where she sits at her desk, cigarette in one hand. Exhaling, The Handler glances towards the doorway where her daughter stands, “Lila darling, I didn’t expect you to be back so soon! That little job of yours go well?”

Extinguishing the cigarette in a nearby ash tray, she proceeds to swiftly scoop up the files in front of her and shove them away in the bottom draw of the desk. Completely ignoring any hints of irritation in Lila’s voice, she waits for the her to enter the office, gesturing towards the chair opposite her. It's the kind of gesture that says come, sit; more a demand as opposed to an invitation.

“Now, what is it you wanted?”

[strayslost]

It's not often that Verlaine gets to meet young assassins - those who've followed a similar path as him, even if the destination never quite the same.

There's always something in their eyes, though. Sometimes it's hatred, sometimes sadism - but more often, a guarded kind of wariness; the look of men who hold no trust in the world or it's people and who understand well the meaning of kill or be killed.

Verlaine can't help but wish they understood... that they have more than they think they do. They have the privilege of being human, of having a meaning to their existence - something that no matter how much bitter envy he feels, he'll never gain for himself. Though they think they do, they don't understand the meaning of true isolation... but, to be fair, he knows that there's no way that they could understand such a thing. And it's not like they don't suffer, as well. Of course, sometimes, even that suffering... is something that Verlaine wishes he could reach out and take for himself.

But this boy seems different. When Verlaine looks in his eyes, it's difficult to see anything at all. As if he's looking out into an empty sea, it's impossible to make out what he's thinking... and that's enough to catch Verlaine's interest, if only a little.

"You have excellent technique." he offers his praises towards the boy's latest kill, unbothered by the danger that revealing himself might present to him. "It's not often that I see one with so much potential. Ah... but I apologize. Watching from a distance like this - I really ought to mind my manners, don't you think?"

@sunderedscript ( starter for oda! )