#{v; main}

[woodblxssomcrowned]

Another everyday outfit for the main verse, and I quite like this one.

The cut and details feel nice enough to suit Kaname’s style and can be easily dressed up with jewelry, and hairstyles, while still having a sort of “day/house dress vibe”. It’s flattering, comfortable for many activities, there’s plenty of room to move around, while still looking neat and put together~

[chitteringbeast]

Once in a blue moon some creature or animal would venture into Lark's territory. Usually whoever or whatever it was got eaten because they posed an active threat and of course he couldn't let someone be a mockery of him. That just wouldn't do. Someone trying to come and challenge him for the plot of land he had on the swampy island. It usually just meant he ate good that day.

The water rippling and disrupting was his first indicator, pointed ears twitching as he looked away from the logs he was stoking on the fire towards the ocean. It wasn't just waves, he could tell the difference.

At first he was planning on writing it off as a school of fish that got caught close to the corals...then it got closer. Then he could see spines. He bristled and moved closer to shore with a low groaning bellow in his chest. His hands flexed, joints popping as he prepared to fight whatever it was coming closer to the sand.

A big thump of his tail as he saw @autokrates emerge from the seafoam. He sat up on the four legs, muscled arms tense and coiled. He was ready to spring. He may not be able to chase for very long but he was quick in short bursts.

"What the fuck ya think ya doin' here?" It was a bark, accent thicker as his jaw started tic tic ticcing.

[mandysxmuses]

Tell me, do you get a kick out of near death experiences? - Mel @ Jemand mayhaps for main

"... I cannot think of a single time I've been threatened with that my whole life I've enjoyed, no."

Deciding that answer isn't emphasizing it enough, Jemand folds his hands over his chest and dramatically gestures, summoning a plate of chocolates that floated in front of himself.

"If it were up to me at any of those points, I would have much preferred to be at home in a hot bubble bath, eating chocolate caramels."

[groveraven]

" be polite to our guests . "

“I’m not being unkind, Jack. And they aren’t my guests, they’re yours.” She knew his producer had been pushing more risqué stuff, but something about interviewing those who’d worked in asylums rubbed her the wrong way… not that her Grove-trodden friend knew of her past with pill-pushing doctors. As Shanna spoke, she leaned against the counter in his dressing room, herbal cigarette between her teeth. “…I don’t like the way they’re talking about their patients, that’s all. Am I allowed to just not talk to them? Or is this Fiske’s way of screening me for a lobotomy?”

[dungeondevoured]

It hadn't been the first time he'd gone outside without really telling anyone. Hadn't been the first time he'd pulled a cloak on and headed out due to sheer lack of desire to be stuck inside the manor - as well as feeling frustrated at his own anxiety regarding open spaces.

So, once again, out he went - donning a cloak as he yet again darted out into the sprawling city of Orario.

For the most part, it was fine. He got some looks, but not threatening. Curious. Wondering. He Who'd Been In The Dungeon For Years. Bell was sure the story had spread.

He couldn't blame them.

People didn't do that. They didn't LIVE in the dungeon if it wasn't a Safe Floor. Even then, Bell was certain the only actual 'town' in the dungeon was the one on the 18th - any deeper just wasn't feasible.

And yet here he was, having supposedly survived on a monster floor, in the Deep, for three years, on his own.

Of course they would stare.

Of course they would mutter.

Of course they would plant all their eyes on him and watch watch watch spreading their stupid little rumors he HATED IT-

Bell bit back a growl, pulling the cloak around him a bit tighter than it had been before - trying to disappear within it and make the people around him stare less.

He could feel them staring, feel the eyes on him like dozens of needles stabbed into his back. Normally he'd be able to put up with it - understood that they'd stare and just sort of ignored them. But something just made it unbearable now.

...Unlike his usual bouts of being overwhelmed, something in Bell twisted to the left, instead of to the right. Had him taking off in a run as he scouted for someplace small, someplace isolated, quiet, hidden so he could be safe with no eyes no staring like there were plans to attack.

Eventually, he ducks into a culvert that leads into the sewers below the city, and stays there. Knife in one hand, preparing for fire in the other if somebody chased him down. Unable to keep himself from growling - the only way he could vent the stress, the overwhelmed energy. Partially using it to try and threaten any nearby people away.

This place was small.

Hidden.

Safe.

It wasn't Home but it was safe enough until home became an option again.

[redrightwrench]

we're a team, aren't we? (from elora @ thomas!)

“If you want to be, I guess. Might not be the smartest move for you… people around here don’t like me.” And yet, a whisper and tingle in the back of his brain told him that she wasn’t going to be so easy to get rid of. She wasn’t his sister. Thomas didn’t have any siblings, thank god; mom and dad could hardly handle one fucked up kid. Two would’ve been so much worse. Still, she found comfort him. No one found him comforting… but even when they first saw each other, Elora hugged him tight, and now they sat next to one another, leaning together. In an act of gentility, he reached out his hand to link his pinky with hers. “Wouldn’t want you to get hurt by association.”

[succu-bitchh]

“If your still wanting to bring someone up to heaven — I don’t mind giving everyone a good scare ~”

@dick-meister

[themosthatedbeingg]

She sits at the conference table in the chair that Adam usually does during these meetings, it feels weird. She looks across the room at Lucifer before clearing her throat nervously and beginning.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why this meeting was called and Adam isn’t the one here. Adam has been dealing with an… unusual situation, shall I say. It seems that some unknown entity has put a spell on him that prevents him from sleeping until a certain requirement is met. That requirement is for a seraphim to apologize to him for… in their words “fucking him over”.”

She looked away from him, talking her mask off.

“I cannot ask that you care about him if you don’t, but if you ever did, I’d greatly appreciate acknowledging his emotions on the obvious subject. It’s been four days and… let’s just say he’s reached unhealthy levels of sleep deprivation.” It’s clear by the look on her face that it pains her to see him this way and that calling this meeting was her last desperate attempt to put her commander back together.

For normal verse Luci

@danger-tits-lute

He has other things he really needed to attend to, there was a wedding he needed to get a gift for , he needs to check in on the pride ring exports and test how the south wall was holding up against the scavengers spotted there, he didn’t have time for whatever Adam deemed as an emergency meeting .

He sighed as he entered the meeting room, gripping his Cane tightly and sitting down with a raised brow as he sees Lute and not Adam.

Something was off here .

Was this a trap?

“A seraphim you say? … certainly there’s still an abundance of those still in heaven ? Why not ask my brothers or sera ? I’m sure they all fawn over him anyway .. why have you come to me ?”

He was well throughly confused, why wasn’t heaven taking care of this situation .. and why did it have to be him? Surely the Exterminations was an apology enough right ?

He hasn’t told her no persay just wanting more information .

“Do I have to mean it if I say it ?”

[bloodenkids]

"Take a breath, focus." (from Jude to Lucy ❤️)

Her hands had blood on them. Not Jude's blood. God, she wouldn't be able to focus on anything if it was his... Lucy could still feel the adrenaline coursing through her, the fear. She almost lost him forever.

"He fucking got away. He was trying to hurt you to get to me... I'm going to– ...Jude." Her breath was shaky, and she could barely form sentences, her mind running with thoughts of anger and grief; even if the anger won out before the grief was needed, this was dangerous. She kept her hands up, not soiling him with them, but she did lean into him, burying her face into his neck. Breathing in the smell of him, she did her best to calm down.

[mute-call]

Steven's been accused of being fake before, all cheerful facades and smiles that don't quite reach his eyes. He's always taken offense to those sorts of comments-- he's plenty genuine, thank you very much!-- but that doesn't mean they're not accurate insults.

The comments have come more frequently lately, though, always out of concern. "You okay, there, Mr. Bell?" "Do you need a break, sir?" "Christ, kid, you look like you haven't slept in days!"

He's done his best to brush them off, giving halfhearted reassurances before burying himself in his work. What else can he do? No one would believe him if he tried to explain. Sometimes he doesn't even believe himself; it's easier to think he's gone insane than acknowledge what he's been through.

But it's hard to sweep recent events under the rug and pretend everything's fine when he looks up during the lunch rush one day to see her standing there again. He feels like he might faint, or maybe just vomit all over the floor like that kid last week who drank three cups of soda in the span of ten minutes. She usually shows up during closing, or on the rare occasion that Steve covers night shift. But she's clearly grown bored of tormenting him one-on-one; now she's here to hurt an entire restaurant full of innocent people.

He meets her gaze from across the room, tears immediately starting to gather in the corners of his eyes. He has to do something. There are children here, and despite Freddy's reputation, Steven doesn't want to be directly responsible for their deaths.

"Hey, wow! There you are, Contrary!" he says shakily, striding over to her to grab her by the arm. "What a-- what a surprise! How about we head outside to talk, I can barely hear myself think in here!"

Cue canned laughter. Please, please let him do this.

@happylabs -- !

[woodblxssomcrowned]

Tried to get past some art block by doing random screencap redraws

Main and True Timeline!AU

[horrorcomeshome]

@pulpyfiction asked for the Lanternkeeper

His smile was easy, but it would be a lie to say it reached his eyes. Those eyes were a bit too maddened, a bit too calculating. "My tattoo? It's cuneiform. You know, most of our modern knowledge of Sumerian writing exists in context; there aren't enough artifacts to decipher even close to the whole language. Fascinating, isn't it?"

Alexei rolled up his sleeve slightly to reveal the symbols that encircled his wrist, another line descending downward to cover a scar across his forearm. He laid his arm on the counter for the other to inspect, his free hand grabbing his drink to take a sip. "Any tattoos, yourself? You must have an interest in them to notice... or you enjoy ancient languages."

[mandysxmuses]

@shindahime from here

"Ooooh my God."

Even with all the time he'd spent on earth, he still didn't know much about countries and their relations and how all that worked... but he did know that presidents of them were extremely important.

And she'd just kidnapped the mother of one of them.

Who happened to be a vampire.

Even with years of smooth-talking, bullshitting and people-pleasing, he could not think of a single potential gift that was going to get Melody out of being killed.

"I think once you do the whole kidnapping thing, you're kinda past the point of making it better. I mean-- I guess me and Trost got past worse, but me and Trost are... not the norm. Uhh..." He had begun to shake, both with fear for himself and Melody.

"Okay. Look. I'm gonna try to... get you out of this, okay? Maybe there's some way we can bring her back without her... tracking you down in revenge-- I dunno. We can figure something out. We can't just leave her like that..."

[groveraven]

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜ [from andy!]

“It’s always good to see you snooping around, Anderson,” and even as she looked away, Shanna couldn’t help but smile. Even if his nonhuman energies seemed to unnerve some people, she found it almost comforting. Even if it was never meant to be such, knowing something watched over her, no matter its intentions… that meant more than she could say.

“I don’t know why you’re always so surprised to find me. I’m either on tour or around the redwoods, with the occasional stop to the UBC studios to visit my dear friend Jack.” No shame, no reason to hide information from him. “Why don’t we talk like adults, like friends? Maybe we can get a drink together and work out this tension, little devil.”

[dungeondevoured]

He is in the kitchen! Rummaging through the canned things. There are three cans tucked in one arm and a fourth in his free hand, being examined.

He looks very much like he's trying to do this unnoticed...

[redrightwrench]

“wakey wakey”

Send “wakey wakey” for my muse to stumble into the room, barely awake, bedhead all over the place, and still in their sleeping clothes.

He'd been barely awake when he heard some commotion going on in the main room of the house he was now staying in. As much as he tried, Lonny couldn't quite figure out exactly what was going on, just that someone was cursing. Not a great sign. Jolting out of bed, he quickly stumbled his way out, his shaggy hair sticking up at odd angles, threadbare pajama pants almost hanging off his hips; in his hand, a large flashlight he could use as a bludgeoning weapon if needed.

"Whuissit?" he called out before he even turned the corner. "What's happenin'?"