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[oflautus]

♦︎˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ ― open starter / @exitiumstarters

in the short time that she had been in new orleans, she's learned and made adjustments. spinning like a top with ideas and implementing them. the harpists that had been hired to play at decora was now replaced by a local smooth jazz band and that change alone added to the ambience, appealing to patrons. cordelia moved across the gallery floor, her heels clicking, a smile forming on her lips as she took in all of the new faces. "i see you have great taste." she stated while approaching the closest person to her who just happened to be admiring the newest piece that she had acquired.

[ethercvl]

closed starter for @n1ghtsongs ( alaric ) | @stxrslisten ( nyx ) | gaean inner circle

with   the   change   in   the   king,   malek   had   already   begun   to   watch   the   fae   around   him.   with   this   change   it   brought   a   lot   of   unease   onto   the   fae   of   the   courts.   there   were   no   warning   signs   as   of   yet   that   he   had   seen,   but   he   only   had   one   set   of   eyes.   checking   in   with   his   fellow   inner   circle   members   was   at   the   top   of   his   list.   seated   at   a   table   within   the   space   provided   to   the   gaean   fae   he   gestured   for   the   other   to   join   him.   "any   insight   on   what   the   high   rulers   are   saying   about   the   changes   in   the   king?"

[vilisisms]

♦︎˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ ― cordelia langthorne / open event starter / @darkskiesrpgstarters

"i definitely wore the wrong heels for this, but that's never stopped me from a good party." corey declared as she leaned against a tree and bent over to remove her shoes. she was a city girl, but she never felt more like one than right now. letting the shoes dangle from two fingers, the brunette examined the mud caking them.

[crystalprofessor-archive]

growing increasingly concerned by kris' willingness to become a mad scientist

[cocained]

CHARLENE! happy birthday to you babes!!! i just realized so much has happened in a year time SDFGHJ. thank you for always letting me yap and listening and our ships and everything else! i love you and i wish you an amazing day with your fam!!! 😘🎉🫶 @cherrygrxves

[monogatcri]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁❝ MAY WE CONSIDER OURSELVES FORTUNATE the shelter we have stands strong against the coming storms. ❞

[terroreigns]

Continued from [ X ]

@shiroi---kumo​

Only after the magician's fingers nudged the knight's chin higher, did the misty creature suddenly snap fully back to reality. And with that rather abrupt awakening - came defiance. A swish of white hair as the knight's head moved to the side, disgust twisting and tugging at his features.

Oh, my. How very rude.

The soft giggle faded following the Unlimited's words, the Chaotic avatar's own visage shedding any pretense of friendliness. Instead, a sharp, stone-cold look crept onto cadaver-pale skin - their voice suddenly an absolute void of emotion. Like a black hole.

"Feeling feisty, aren't we, Makenshi." The entity's words cut through the air, entirely unamused. And if there was one thing about Chaos one absolutely did not want to do - it was to bore it.

A squeeze of blood-red tendrils followed, an emphasis to the magician's half-statement, half-inquiry. Not nearly enough to break bone, but certainly enough to bruise, forcing the air out of the Misterican's lungs with ease. Just as quickly, the boa constrictor's hold relaxed, snaking slowly up, but not quite high enough to rest around the neck. Yet.

The Troupemaster's expression reverted to a picture of cordiality, lips puckered as a gloved finger wagged slowly. "Nuh uh uh~" A nonchalant reprimand, and a tentacle gently but firmly forced the swordsman to look in their direction.

"You know you're hurting me, don't you? Running off like that. My precious little gem, lost in the filth of this realm." A long, dramatic sigh, followed by a theatrical sadness welling up in frigid eyes. Switching masks with the ease of a practiced actor. "What did I tell you about these savages? They will break you. They just cannot appreciate someone like you. Cannot ever give you the love you so desperately crave and deserve. Savages, that they are. And a gem like you -"

They smiled softly, a perversion of reassurance painted upon too-pale lips.

"...Is just so very brittle. Is that not right, my Little Cloud?"

And there it was, held tightly in the demon's grasp. The Maken was lowered from the darkness of the ceiling, ensnared with no hope of freedom by the serpent's coils. The beast reached for it, bringing it close to their body - just close enough to trace a finger across the soul crystal's scarring. They knew.

Of course they knew. It was Chaos' own fine work, after all.

"Now, let's begin with the very basics, just like good old times, shall we? I am the divine punishment sent upon this realm. My previous incarnation was too good for these animals. Look how they thanked me. And you aided them, like the lost rebellious child that you are. Don't you see it? Used for their ends like some common weapon. Their hands were never fit to wield you, my dearest Little Cloud. But that’s alright. I am forgiving, unless you make that too difficult of your own accord."

A gloved hand left the Maken to rest on the entity's chest. "The name's Anarchy. As you may have already heard, I have had a little change in the form of address. From now on, you will refer to me as Your Frabjousness, or, if that is too complicated, simply: Master."

The magician never ceased to smile, ever patient with their prey until they were not.

"Do you understand, or should I repeat myself? Hmm?"

It seemed now was the time to answer. After all, it was best not to bore the living flesh of Chaos with unnecessary silence.

[foliarlight]

Blows the dust off of this blog.

[oflautus]

♦︎˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ ― cordelia langthorne / open event starter / @exitiumstarters

"who knew i was such a pro at throwing darts at balloons." she comments with a soft chuckle and a smirk as she was handed the stuffed animal she'd won by the carnival worker. after saying thank you to them, she turned to the person next to her. "if i had known i wouldn't have played so early, now i have to carry this around the rest of the night."

[ethercvl]

closed starter for @courtfallen ( ihsahn ) | @stxrfclls ( desmera ) | @shvdwscng ( saint ) [ not a group thread ]

the   return   of   magic   to   the   guests   within   his   court   wasn't   unwelcomed,   however   it   was   a   cause   for   concern   in   the   fact   that   he   had   had   yet   to   meet   with   a   few   more   of   the   high   rulers   of   the   courts.   it   wasn't   ideal   to   wait   as   long   as   he   had   to   meet   the   other   high   rulers   of   the   courts   on   the   mainland,   however   he   wouldn't   dwell   on   that   as   he   came   across   one   of   the   few   he'd   had   to   meet.   stepping   into   the   space   the   other   had   been   occupying.   "hello,   high   ruler."   he   spoke   greeted   the   other   with   confidence.   "pleasure   to   meet   you,   i   am   high   lord   yijun   of   the   dusk   court."

[vilisisms]

♦︎˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ ― cordelia langthorne / open starter / @darkskiesrpgstarters

"oh, i wouldn't go in there." she offered the small piece of advice to the person that has just brushed passed her. cordelia was having a pleasant enough time just people watching. she viewed it the same as she viewed her gallery, or any piece of art. every person was a moving canvas, a living sculpture with their own story. with that, the most recent pair that just entered the nearest attraction looked to have a story that involved a little less space between them once away from other people. "at least for now." a small smirk graced her lips as left it up to them to decide.

[thicved]

i haven't made a ryuji banner, i'm trash and i hate him apparently-

[cocained]

so who’s down to let their muses get destroyed by mine and vice versa?

[monogatcri]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁THE NURSES WERE KIND , lifting his body on the bed so he could sit upright while he laid there, but even that wasn't enough. His spirits still were crumpled to the floor below -- perhaps beyond. To even remain here, hearing these machines that continued to mercilessly monitor him -- machines he knew not the names -- was agonizing, the dread within that told him at any moment that blue-haired monster may wander through those doors and place him back into the confines of his own body once more.

        Beep beep beep ... !

        Inhale, deep and thoughtful, meant to calm his nerves as eyes shifted toward clock. Soon...soon, this is what they told him... He'd subside the pain for the sake of encounter ; he couldn't break into tears, no matter how painful the news had been, in front of his guest -- he wasn't so incapable to hold in his torrential emotions. Though they plagued him, he felt himself metaphorically placing them aside, waving at them like a parent would a child before leaving for work...

        Shuffling outside the door, head turned, a painful wince as longer locks were caught behind him. Turning toward window, he pulled his newly acquired inches over his shoulder and placed them haphazardly over his chest, taking in the mass of hair with a shudder -- then he heard the distinctive sliding of door catches his ear, breaking mind from its conflict, thus turning him back. Familiar woman in door caught his eye first, almost causing him to feel disappointment simmer within, but it was when she bowed to another that he felt eyes fill with this childish...excitement and familiar warmth -- familiar...that's all he can dream for in his current state.

        ❝ Ren... ❞ Just the sight of him elicited an instinctive smile, drifting over tired expression like fog over a city's morning.

⊰🍁starter for @erabundus !

[terroreigns]

Continued from [ X ]

...Well, now that was quite the unfortunate development.

The magician could only watch as the crevice in spacetime swallowed up the younger of the boys, screams cut short as his body was warped to an entirely different location. A twitch of gloved fingers signified an action withheld; The facade was firmly in place. For now, at least. A shift of displeasure somewhere within their very core, the deity of the wretched place known as Wonderland entirely unhappy about the setback.

"Told you so..." The man in dark sea-green muttered in dull monotone that somehow still conveyed irritation. The woman, who had since dismounted, elbowed him in the ribs and shook her head.

The remaining alchemist boy was frantic, gaze of gilded orbs darting between the ground and his candyfloss savior, latching onto their closest arm in open terror. The Troupemaster's brows angled in concern, before gloved hands seized the youth's shoulders and their posture stooped to bring their (already quite similar) heights closer together.

"Look, I'm going to need you to calm down now, as outrageous a request as that probably sounds like." The pink-haired man (or, at least, a being of a notably ambiguously gendered visage) spoke with a firm and grounding gentleness. Their voice was soft and smooth as silk, almost too flawless a tune to belong to a human. Then again, was anyone even human around these parts...? Wonderland had a tendency to gleefully disagree.

Familiarity was the kind of luxury not easily afforded in a puzzle of worlds, after all. And now, the boy's sole kin was whisked away between the cracks.

"I'll help you. I promise I will. But for now, we have to get out of here, lest we share his fate and get scattered every which way. Not a fan of that personally, as I'm sure you would agree. Come!"

The magician's hand found one of metal; A reminder of the child's part machine identity. Whatever had happened to render his limbs of flesh away from him...? A question that begged for an answer, but the being of Wonderland knew well not to inquire too hastily.

Almost as if on cue, a thin line crisscrossed the ground where Edward had stood just moments prior, snaking and writhing as reality itself struggled in vain to regain shape. The entire sector was unstable due to the influence of the great shattered beast, the Mind of which was now yelling for them to run as a handwatch clicked all over again, enveloping the merry band and the boy alike in a bubble of accelerated spacetime.

"Wow! Talk about immediately relevant foreshadowing!~" The person in pink giggled with a not insignificant degree of nervousness.

"Quickly! The connexon..!" The plantlike woman called out, a motion of her parasol causing vines to emerge from the soil and climb upwards rapidly, forming an improvised bridge that led back to the overlooking cliff.

There was another rift, far more stable than the flickering and spreading ones left below. This time, it led seamlessly to some strange black and red dimension, the ground beneath giving way to a smooth crimson surface.

It was only then that the group finally stopped running, the sound of panting and the occasional cuss overtaking the otherwise perfect silence of this strange inbetween. Were the boy to look over his shoulder, he would be met with the warped image of the sunless realm of fungi, quivering like the surface of a disturbed pond before it flickered out altogether, leaving a gaping chasm of nothingness where there once was land.

Like a wound upon the world, leading straight out into the depths of space. Somehow, physics seemed not to mind the sudden window into the vacuum. The particles of air were thankfully not too keen on being violently sucked out and taking everyone else with them. Now that would be quite the unsatisfying conclusion to the renowned Fullmetal's story.

"Wow, I sure am glad we're not dead!" the magician recovered their breath and promptly announced, in a tone far too perky for the situation at hand.

All was well that ended well - or so the rumors said.

[qunz1]

@am4zon said: "let's leave my mother out of this."

"mother? i hardly know her!"

it was... a cheap joke, but harley would have argued that given her current situation, she had done her best. the situation being her state of duress; the golden rope cutting off circulation to her arms was putting up a decent fight, despite her struggling and twisting and turning. and admittedly, her predicament was certainly her own fault. pammy had said tangoing with wonder woman was a bad idea...

"alright, alright," she started, a little out of breath as she finally went slack, "ya win this round. ya can let me go now, and i won't botha ya no more!" she plastered on her brightest, biggest smile, batting her eyelash to try for a look of innocence.