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[villainesstm]

ooc tags pt. 1 !

♠ ◜ooc.◞ ♠ ◜promo.◞ ♠ ◜self promo.◞ ♠ ◜sexy sunday.◞ ♠ ◜dash comm.◞ ♠ ◜dash games.◞ ♠ ◜edits / mun art.◞ ♠ ◜crack.◞ ♠ ◜prompts.◞ ♠ ◜wishlist.◞ ♠ ◜saved.◞ ♠ ◜open starters / mutuals only .◞ ♠ ◜queue.◞ ♠ ◜meta / worldbuilding.◞

[requiemofrebellion]

also on a different note:

i been brain rotting about masquerade balls and i just sayin' it has consumed my brain in thoughts. don't really got any real plot ideas but just.... masquerade balls you guys 🎔 there's a lot of different scenarios that can happen in this and i just vibing with all the ideas.

[plaguefated]

okay but what demon is gonna make a contract with asthora and help her achieve immortality ? now accepting applications

[knivesfirst]

Hi hello. I would like more DA 2 threads. Thank you.

[ambrosia-win3]

tag dump 2

[red-flight]

Send me a ♔ for me to describe a favorite rp character of mine.

Send me a ♕ for me to describe favorite rp character of someone else’s.

Send me a ♥ for me to describe a favorite rp ship of mine.

Send me a ♣ for me to describe a favorite rp ship of someone else’s.

Send me a ♠ for me to describe a favorite rp I’ve been in.

Send me a ♦ for me to describe a plot that I’ve been wanting to do.

-Favorite RP character of mine

Well, I am very attached to my boys here. But the character that I've had the longest is @toodamnloyal I've had Theo for close to 9 years now. My first indie rp character was a child OC named Sky, she started off as a Firefly OC and then grew from there. I also really love my Mandalorian OC named Tajur Jaing, I'd love to do more with him as well.

-Favorite of someone else's

That is honestly easily Baribus Thatch from @leerofthevinegaroons Baribus is so well thought out and wonderful, I thought he was a canon muse for a very long time. He's a personal favorite of mine to write with and most of my muses have threads with Bari

-Favorite RP ship

Honestly.... i don't really ship much. I have been exploring shipping with Tycho a little bit over on discord. But usually I am so shy about shipping as it makes me personally uncomfortable that I just don't do it much

-Favorite ship of someone else

This goes back to Baribus, I love Baribus' relationship with Lady Lavinia. It's all unrequited and quite adorable.

-Favorite RP ive been in

Any time I get to have long involved plotted out storylines. I love things that don't happen in a vacuum, being able to have lots of interacting characters and stories etc, I am a sucker for being able to talk about characters who my muses know even when they aren't directly involved in a thread. Things like that.

-Wishlist

I really, really want to do things with Tycho and Hobbie during their time with the empire and the immediate aftermath of their defections. They had such drastically different means of finding their way to the Alliance and trying to put their lives back together after lots of tragedy.

[princelyluck-a]

Grims..........slow dancing w someone

Grims n his partner getting closer n closer..........hhnnnnnnnn leaning their faces on each other...................

[0rainy0muses0]

🞠~☔︎~🞠 OOC Tag Drop 3 🞠~☔︎~🞠

🞠~☔︎~🞠 Wall of Text,🞠~☔︎~🞠 Wishlist,🞠~☔︎~🞠 Promo,🞠~☔︎~🞠 Self Promo,🞠~☔︎~🞠 Dual Promo,♥~☔︎~♥ Romance Tag Drop,♦~☔︎~♦ Family Tag Drop,♣~☔︎~♣ Friends Tag Drop,♠~☔︎~♠ Others Tag Drop

[falrytales]

TAG DROP.

[verumace]

after thinking about this for the last hour or so, I have a MIGHTY need. && it wouldn't be hard to figure out who would be taking the place of what god.

plus, other KH charas could be involved in some way or another?? as gods, nymphs, gorgons, other various entities.

&& while it would be a shared group verse it wouldn't be strict. You wouldn't have to change from being an independent blog to an affiliated one, doubles can exist, low activity wouldn't get you “ kicked from the verse ”. overall it would just be this fun thing.

Is anyone interested??

okay but, just hear me out… AU where Organization XIII are the Greek/Roman Pantheon.

[alifeasvivid]

Denial; episode 14 of the Thief of Spades

This one is canon. ;)

Dedicated to @irisoflunadreams without whom it would not exist. It’s not as campy as I promised, but rest assured, it will be.

Rating: M (chapter: T+) Warnings: a long river in Egypt Summary: Alfred hatches a plan and Arthur makes a decision. Abigail frets internally. Word count: ~1750

Read here on AO3.

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Nearly a week has passed since Alfred has last seen Inspector Kirkland and his fingertips, which are not in the habit of denying him the beautiful things he wants, are getting a little… twitchy.

His heavily secured London flat is full of deliciously sparkling gems, fine jewelry, and exquisite art, some real and some forgeries, but only a well-trained eye could ever tell the difference, and yet they suddenly hold little fascination for the infamous Thief of Spades.

His jeweler’s bench is unusually tidy and has become more of a shrine to the Green Faerie than anything else.

Any available flat surface that isn’t his bed is scattered with open magazines, brochures, and pamphlets from various museums and art galleries all over the United Kingdom, as well as a few from France, Germany, and Belgium, one from Spain, and one from Denmark. Alfred’s lookbooks and wishlists, as it were. Yet none of their glossy pages with high resolution photos of more beautiful things Alfred feels confident he could easily acquire seem trivial.

Certainly, wherever he goes, Agent Hedevary and her little squad will follow, but would Inspector Kirkland? That is the real question and Alfred doesn’t want any of the things he could steal. Not right now. He only wants one thing right now, but he’s also certain that if he simply asked for it, he would be denied and Alfred is not in the habit of being denied anything by anyone.

Of course, if he doesn’t have to be rejected, why should he risk it? Not when he has friends who can help him set up a little game for his own amusement.

Snatching up his phone, he grins wildly to himself as he sends a quick, encrypted message to his friend Kiku in Japan.

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Surprisingly, Elizaveta hadn’t been at all cross with Arthur when he’d returned from meeting with Gilbert at the Yard. In the intervening week, the team did manage to wrap up the case involving Alfred’s copied painting, only to find out that indeed Alfred had been right, though Arthur did not tell anyone about their conversation.

Elizaveta had even been forced to admit that it was Alfred’s good will which had been violated and the contract regarding the commission of the copy was broken by the person who had done the commissioning. Arthur had half-expected Elizaveta to be furious about this, but instead she seemed very unsurprised, if rather perturbed. Ludwig had explained to Arthur that such situations with the Thief of Spades were not common, but not rare either. Yao had expressed frustration in tandem with Elizaveta over Jones’ haphazard and deliberately reckless tightrope walk through the grey areas of legality.

Francis, on the other hand, had continued to insist that Alfred would never be a convincing forger anyway and went on to cheekily state that his best work to date had been his “amateurish” homage to the impressionists: Le Corps d’Artur.

Her team seems to move in its own rhythm and Arthur finds himself missing the similar beat he’d had with his own colleagues within the Metro Police. He knows he could catch the Alfred again and he knows that’s the only reason why he’s here, but in the context of Elizaveta’s team, he really is only bait and Arthur finds he has no interest in that role and significantly less interest in arresting the Thief of Spades than he did at the start… though his dreams seem to find plenty of other reasons to put Alfred Jones in handcuffs.

So, at the end of that week’s Wednesday, Arthur hangs back a moment and approaches Elizaveta. “Agent Hedevary,” he says. “I think that after tomorrow, I’ll go back to my real job.”

Elizaveta raises her eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yes,” Arthur answers. “I think I can do more good there than here and that’s what I want. If you need to use me as bait, please call Chief Inspector Carter with at least twenty-four hours’ notice.”

“You think that’s all you are around here?”

“Yes, but it is not merely that. I’m not a CIA agent, I’m not an interpol agent, I’m not an expert on anything in particular, and I’m certainly not an expert on the Thief of Spades. Your only reason for bringing me onto your team seems to have been his apparent fascination with me which has allowed me to capture him twice and while I honestly can respect that reason as an investigator, I feel I have better uses for my own time.”

Elizaveta smiles wryly and shakes her head. “I suppose you’re right. I can respect that about you, Arthur. I hope you understand that we will have to keep an eye on you as he may still target you.”

Arthur snorts, not because he doubts that Alfred will target him further, but more because he doubts that “target” is really the right word. It doesn’t mean that he knows what the right word is, however.

“Would you still be willing to help out should the occasion arise?” she asks hopefully.

Arthur sighs at that. “I suppose, but I reserve the right to refuse.”

“That’s fair. Very well, I’ll call your Chief and we’ll have you back at Scotland Yard on Friday, but you’re always more than welcome to come back.”

Arthur places his shoulder holster and gun on the table, inhaling deeply. “Thank you, Agent Hedevary. It has been a privilege.”

“Likewise, Inspector Kirkland.”

At home, Arthur kisses his mother’s temple, pours himself a cup of tea and sits next to her at the kitchen table. “I’m going back to my real job,” he informs her, “I quit the bloody CIA.”

Abigail looks up from the contents of her sewing basket, which are spread out across the table in front of her, the basket in her lap. “Did you?” she says mildly. “How do you feel now?”

Arthur sighs and takes a sip of tea. He feels better. Without the shoulder holster, he feels free and without the gun, he feels lighter. Excitement and joy flow through him at the thought of returning to New Scotland Yard, returning to Gilbert and the rest of his colleagues, returning to the crappy coffee machine, returning to the comparatively mundane, but still challenging cases to which he is accustomed. It’s all underscored by a strange twinge of guilt at the thought that he has left Alfred defenseless against Agent Hedevary and her team, but of course it’s unfounded. Alfred has gotten himself into and out of plenty of trouble for a few years now with nearly no intervention from Arthur. “Brilliant,” he answers honestly. “You were right, I want to help people. Catching an international thief who steals from the rich to sell to the rich… well it’s not exactly a noble pursuit, is it?”

Abigail watches emotions flicker across her son’s face and smiles at his answer. Her youngest son has always been so stubborn, but so secure in his convictions, even when he was a boy. She calmly and disinterestedly places and rearranges some bobbins in her sewing basket. “And what about Alfred?”

Arthur looks down at his teacup and frowns. He really had thought Alfred might need his help, given that Elizaveta is well-intentioned, but clearly has no qualms about bringing Alfred in on charges of any crime, regardless of whether he actually did it or not. Arthur then reminds himself that not only did Alfred save him from being assaulted, but he even brought the would-be assailant to justice. Arthur himself had been vulnerable and Alfred had acted the hero. He looks up at the wall instead of his mother. “What about him? He can handle himself. Clearly. Doesn’t need the likes of me to slip right out of trouble.”

Abigail nods. She then grins, reaches over, and pinches Arthur’s cheek. She sees right through him and always has. He’s just like her—gripping the delusion of a shy, cautious heart… even when it has already flung itself full force at its next target, always quite without permission.

Arthur swats her hand away. “Oi. Mum,” he grouses, rubbing his cheek.

Abigail gazes softly at him. Being the youngest of four brothers, Arthur had been taught very quickly that showing emotion meant showing weakness and she knows he’s never fully learnt it isn’t true and so his own feelings often confuse him. As his mother, Abigail knows he’ll probably have to learn the hard way how to cope with the profound depths of his own emotional range, but for now… perhaps for now she can put him on solid ground.

She continues organizing her basket. “You’re very right, love. And, you know, just because he helped you out doesn’t mean that he’s not still a criminal. Saving your careless arse doesn’t change who he is.” She looks down to hide her sly smile.

Arthur considers this for a moment. That must be it. He feels indebted to Alfred, but why should he? They’re square, are they not? Alfred helped him, certainly, but Arthur kept him out of prison by revealing the truth of the last case to the Elizaveta. Yes. So they are even. Any residual twinges or pangs of guilt or even longing will soon dissipate and Arthur need not remember the Thief of Spades with rose-colored glasses or any strange and wholly unnecessary attachment. “Yes, that’s true.”

There. Solid ground. “Speaking of your carelessness, you saw Gilbert after that happened. Did he find out who the man was?”

“Ah, well. Sort of. Apparently, Alf—Jones all but gift-wrapped him for the Yard. I think they’re still unable to remove whatever stain he used on the bastard’s skin.”

“Stain?”

Arthur stands up and places his nearly-full tea cup by the sink, laughing although he doesn’t know why. The man’s crimes are not funny and after putting out a request for information, several victims have come forward, yet he has to laugh off what Alfred did or else it all seems… too personal. “Yes, oddest thing, really. He used some kind of liquid to write ‘caution: date rapist’ all over the suspect’s face and torso.” He kisses his mother’s cheek. “I’m off to bed then. Tomorrow is my last day as a spy after all.”

“Alright, Artie. Good night.” Abigail stops organizing and sits pensively for a moment, looking over at the chair where the Alfred Jones, the Thief of Spades, had sat at her kitchen table. She wonders if the poor, misguided lad has as much trouble with his emotions as her Arthur.

[plaguefated]

Ooh but what if your muse had a relationship (any dynamic, really) with Asthora pre death, only for her to completely forget post resurrection ?

[knivesfirst]

Solavellan, except it's Solas showing Annie what it is to be an elf, only to leave her just like everyone else in her life 😌

[plaguefated]

*taps mic* hi yes hello. things you should consider:

letting Asthora break down in your muse's arms regarding her death. let her just sob about how it fucked her up.

thx.

[princelyluck-a]

OOFF IM SUCH IN A ROMANCE MOOD LATELYYYY

Grims bein finally the big spoon!!!??

Grims laying w someone and leaning his chest on theirs so he can feel their heartbeat on his'??

Grims waking up his lover with little kisses and he wont stop until theyve sat up on the bed!!!!!!

[princelyluck-a]

Relationships i MUST HAVE on this blog

- Master/student, grims either being the master or the student

- Family, grims being a dad or an uncle

- Deep and close friendships that allows grims and the other party kiss each other without being under a romantic light

- RIVALRY