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[necrostar]

How unbelievably embarrassing. Him, the great Bakura, the master of stealth, the clear know-it-all of everything... got locked out his own house again. This time, however, with his lockpicking set still inside. He'd forgotten it when he left that morning.

And now, with nowhere else to go, he was at his doorstep like a stray. What a nightmare. It was one thing if he was here for... literally anything else. It's another when you need something.

Without a word, face tinged red, he knocked with the side of his fist.

"Atem! It's me, open the door!" He barked, stepping back with his arms crossed. He looked impatient, annoyed, and most importantly: like a wet cat. It poured rain the entire way over. Even the sky wanted to point and laugh at him.

@kitxkatrp

[thrcughthewccds]

where: stefan's palace | when: during the ball | whom: open to all

Flynn can't really help himself from at least keeping up his thieving skills. He always returns what he steals before the end of the night and without being noticed. These balls can just get so tedious, which he never thought he'd think.

He slips a bejeweled bracelet from a lady's wrist, charming her with a smile and then walks away. He only gets a few steps away when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

Fuck.

[kiranxturner]

@ofruinations (adonis)

"So, what's it going to be this week?" Kiran could never quite pin down whether or not he liked Adonis or despised him. The difficult thing was that they were similar, so it seemed as of Kiran's opinion of Adonis waffled the way his opinion of himself did. Though, one thing they often agreed on, was how to spend time off. "Coffee this week? Behave ourselves a bit?"

[thr0whands]

@erad1cator gets painful birthday thing from dominik mysterio.

for two years, it was dominik mysterio and rhea ripley. for two years, they had shenanigans with the other. she saw him become champion on nxt, encouraged him, pushed him to his very limit until he achieved his goals. and for those same two years, they had spent her birthday together without anyone else. just the two of them without the other members of the judgment day. birthday tweets, instagram posts, dominik and rhea always took photos together not caring about the rest of the world. he always had birthday gifts ready for her, birthday dinner and even a birthday cake. but this year? this year was completely different. they were no longer together and dominik had done the one thing that he never thought, not until at least finn brought it to his attention. and that was to betray rhea in the worst way possible and hook up with liv morgan. but at the end of the day, dominik wasn't heartless and he knew how much this day meant to rhea. picking up his phone from the couch, he quickly sent her a birthday message, it read: ❝ hey, probably the last person you wanted to hear from today. especially today of all days, but i still wanted to wish you a happy birthday. and regardless of what has happened between us, i still care about you, mami. and if this message means anything to you, please reply. maybe we can see each other tonight? go out for dinner or something. if not, well, happy birthday anyway, mami. ❞

[hiraween]

🂱 starter with @vwestergaard

                                    ·. bar pérola negra.

ʿ ❀ ༘⋆                                      ​fazia algumas horas que hira estava ali... ou apenas alguns minutos? não sabia. a verdade é que sendo um peso leve para bebidas, tomava alguns goles e já estava passando por suas fases de bêbada. atualmente estava na fase 3, a melancolia. os olhos brilhosos com as lágrimas não derramadas, as bochechas coradas com o fato de tentar segurar o choro, o lábio inferior quase sendo projetado em um biquinho... deplorável essa fase. não demoraria para passar, mas, enquanto isso, fungava baixinho tomando mais um gole daquela bebida azul. ❝ ── mamãe acha meus cactos feios. eles não feios, são lindos. ❞ reclamou assim que percebeu que não estava sozinha ali no balcão, os olhos verdes se voltaram para a figura ao lado e viu a hans, logo então balançando a mão para produzir um cacto. esse não era bonito, estava torto, era marrom com espinhos roxos e nem tinha flores. ❝ ── ah não, este está parecendo um casulo podre de mariposa. meus cactos são feios, verena. mamãe tem razão. ❞

[coffinburied]

location : bellamy's apartment tagging : @fvckthepctriarchy

bellamy leaned his forehead against the kitchen counter, letting out a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding. regardless of how many times he'd done public appearances, he could never get used to it. it made him appreciate how his sibling had taken on the burden alone for as long as he could remember. he was free to take up guitar, join a band, and do fuck-all without worrying because of it. " i've got no clue how you deal with this, sage, " he said, standing up to look at his sibling properly. he moved to pull his hair out of the low bun he had thrown it in, wincing as the tie tangled in his hair. " they're like vultures, i swear. or maybe a lion would be a better comparison. they actually asked me about electric touch today. and it felt like any answer i gave them would be too much? you make this shit look so easy. " he fought with the tangled hair tie before sighing in defeat. " can you help me with this? i think i'm just making it worse. "

[smugliar]

@walriding​ asked;;  “is this how you flirt with everyone?”

This place was empty without them, but over the course of time, he had become to dislike their company. Some part of him had become easy to set off. This twitchy snap at those who tried to take- no, steal -valuables that lay around his area. Right, this was all his now. Some misshapen collage of places, memories - it was unmistakable that they were his, the more he had time to take it all in.

The blade sinks into the fabric of Miles’s shirt and, with the company of shadowy hands littered about his person, have him held down to an abandoned pool table. The clattering of the pool cues has settled, along with the clinking of resin. Their roughing breathing is the only noise among the occasional sputter of ringing from a damaged slot machine somewhere far away in the vastness of the large, mazelike labyrinth of the casino floor.

“Maybe,” Ace hums, twisting the knife’s handle, mind becoming somehow clearer, he flashes somewhat of a crooked smirk. Yet that tense paranoia remains unchanged as the dragon protects his hoard of gold. The white, ghostly pupils of his never bring themselves to look away from Miles, continuing to loom over his restrained form. “Depends what brings you here, sabelotodo.” 

[lilxmcrtes]

@agentjjkelly liked for a starter

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"You're not from around here are you?" Lorelei sat with her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her interlaced fingers. As a succubus, she found it rather easy to read people, their energy, including things like being a vampire or a siren. But this one was different from everyone else at this academy. Something that seemed rather bland in comparison to the rest. It was curious but she wouldn't be losing any sleep over it.

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[dcgbird]

tag dump.

[necrostar]

He figured that was going to get brought up. And, well, it was nice being able to explain the situation to someone who could get it.

"I've never had a problem with heights." No, no. That wasn't it at all.It was something else that he didn't like to talk about. Something worse. "Malik just made it worse, honestly. They hardly got along as it was, but... They... I... was unraveling. I felt it." Even now he finds it hard to describe. But, for Gold, he'll do his best.

"It wasn't painful at first. Just a weird feeling. Like something was out of place. I wasn't built to house three like that." The crowding, so many people talking to him at once. Gods, just thinking about it now recalled the headache he got from it. "Nobody would shut up, everyone's backseat gaming, did he do that to you too?" How he wished to be able to reach inside of him and strangle everyone who opened their gods-damned mouth that day.

"Lo and behold, all of us get shipped off to the Shadow Realm, and guess what? They have this massive fight, and I start coming apart." Even now, he had to pause and pinch himself to be sure that he was right there and real. He didn't come away from it unaffected.

"It's like someone shoved me into a paper shredder, lit it on fire, steamrolled it, pounded it with hammers, lit it on fire again, and then stabbed it into oblivion. I could not recommend that less." It was a miracle he remembered any of that at all! "You can imagine that it's hard to remember things when you're slowly dying and they decide to puppet you in a last ditch effort to get anything done. Everything after that is an out of body experience that I barely remember."

Felt kinda nice to get that off his chest. Really nice. Like, wow, he had all that shoveled down because nobody would understand. Yet, well, here he was!

"Anything else you want to know?"

"....Unless you were the cause of this? I don't need your apology." Of course, Bakura was aware it was being extended toward the situation, blase pleasantries and all. He didn't want it, regardless if it was genuine, or spoken right out the ass.

...As least, as far as he told himself. Truth be told? It was.... Nice to hear from someone in such a similar situation. No otherworldly abilities, well, part from the two companions his counterpart had holed up in his skull. But he'd hardly call that an ability.

A pause, thinking. He himself had very clear memories of Battle City-- running his arm through with a knife, swallowing his pride and catering to the whims of a certain blonde with a god complex...

"Battle City. You mentioned having a distaste for that blimp-- and I'll assume that wasn't due to a fear of heights."

[necrostar]

Ah, how lucky he was to linger around these parts of Domino at night. If he couldn't go out and stare at the stars like he wanted, then he could spread his annoyance and irritation to someone else (and make some money, too)! A low chuckle left his throat as he counted the yen from the latest pilfered wallet.

"Hope you weren't saving this for anything, idiot." Bakura mumbled under his breath. Look at this! This is enough for groceries for at least the week! Score of the night, most likely. Stupid tourists. They always make themselves obvious and don't even bother protecting themselves from pickpockets. Ah, well, his gain and their loss! 

The wallet in question, once he was done, was 'dropped' in an alleyway. Best to make it look like someone else forgot it. Besides, in a place like this? Where everyone was either drunk or a tourist? Who would notice? 

Perhaps everyone except, well, them. The wealthy side of town that bordered this one. His gaze wandered up the rather nice buildings, an internal disgust churning inside of him. Imagine having so much money you can literally live above the poor. With just one gaze out a skyline window, you can pretend it's nothing but their pretentious selves with the little plebians scuttling beneath their feet. Tch.

But alas, he had to walk that way to go home. And they always stared and sneered at him. They knew he didn't belong. He knew he didn't belong. But one way or another, he had to go home to his little poor house and live his little poor life because he wasn't born made out of gold. He was fuming just thinking about it.

Fuming so much, in fact, that a silly little thought crossed his mind.  'Hey, Bakura, have you thought about trying the nightlife? I heard it's great for stealing.' 'But I don't have an ID. I know they check those, I pass by it every other night!' 'I know, but didn't you steal from Ryo the other night by mistake? You still have his wallet!'

He still has Ryo's wallet. Fuck it! Come on Barbie, we're gonna party!

And off he went, bolting to practically the first one he saw. But, dare he say, the lady right in front of him looks familiar. Where did he see that face before...?

@my-ohh-mai

[thrcughthewccds]

where: bed chambers at stefan's palace | when: afternoon | whom: @faerietaeleds Ray

Flynn drops the bag onto the bed and begins to unpack it.

"Alright, blondie," he calls. "Did you want to bathe before getting changed for the ball, or are you still rosy from this morning?"

He chuckles as he starts placing clothes into the drawer dresser. He's more than happy to do the necessities so Ray can explore to his heart's content. It is, after all, Ray's first diplomatic mission and in a new realm no less.

[paragonrising]

since this website is broken i will be tagging my partners in the responses. thought from what i'm reading i'm not sure if this is a purposeful design choice or if things are actually broken...

either way--

[necrostar]

"Hungry." He had to repeat that, just once, to confirm it. It was void of anything, just like his gaze when Ruby shifted into a more . . . presentable form. And just as before, he did not move. Not a twitch. Not a flitter. Nothing. He knew guilt when he saw it, but it was not from the people he wanted it from. Tch.

"Do not speak to me with such pity." Finally, his gaze looked down to match her. And it was just as empty as it was before. "I know what you can do. And yet you chose to spare me. Do you want me to congratulate you?" 

The Bakura she knew wouldn't talk to her like that. Perhaps they both knew it, too.

"You walk in a place that is not yours to tread. To feast upon that which is beyond you. And now you choose to grovel? Pathetic." He managed to get a bit of a sneer on his face, but that soon fell to nothing, too.

"Tell me, then. What more have you gotten from this place?"

it was almost a relief to see him.

almost.

as she knew him, he was usually full of a unique sort of energy that she found entirely amusing. his eyes would have a certain light to them, whether it be irritation with one of her antics or delight when looking at the stars or something else that he was passionate about.

ruby's ears twitched, pinning back against her skull as she took another step forward. it wouldn't do to be a coward now. especially when-

why are you here?

guilt flooded every vein in her body and went straight to her half-heart.

the eye nestled between her crown of horns slipped shut, flesh oozing away and bones snapping until she had taken her weaker form, her human form. the shape she hated and tried to avoid as much as possible.

"i was...hungry." she admitted truthfully, bowing her head. "i thought i could...maybe feed off something from you but...it became more than that."

[smugliar]

@thesheepcote​❛  you almost had it, ace. here, let me show you.  ❜ ( vittorio )

A part of him, he guesses, hadn’t been aware of his surroundings when he had scrambled to hide. Having come fresh from salvaging a trapped box, Ace had gone to work trying to unlock the metal cage that clung to his head. He’s having a difficult time locating the padlock and wherever the hell the key slot was on the thing-- his cut hands slicked up with his own blood aren’t exactly helping either.

Now, having locked eyes with a concerned Vittorio, he feels as if he got his hand caught in the cookie jar. Ace bets on looking elsewhere letting out a frustrated huff, to the best of his ability, trying to beat the creeping embarrassment of his desperate fumbling. It wasn’t his first rodeo at the meat plant and he’s been able to get the cage off without issue before, but it almost feels awkward with Vittorio staring at him from across the room.

In the end, Ace inches his way over to the other survivor, crouching down beside him nonchalantly holding the key out for him to take.

[necrostar]

That question alone was enough to change his tune completely. His gaze became downcast. The feelings, the emotions that came with it, all of it came to the forefront of his mind. Shove it down, Star. Shove it down. That's not you anymore. He turned to go clean himself up, only pausing to state just this one little thing . . .

"...If you knew what he did, does, to me, you'd be cheering too." And he started walking away.

Star's soul, as sweet as the exterior was . . . the inside betrayed quite a bit. It was dark. Cold. And... empty. Zorc's presence was still there. It was thick. It was a black sludge, draped over the Thief's red, shattered remnants. It pierced every part of him. It was woven tightly, forcibly holding cracked pieces, both of Zorc and Thief King, into one. It was almost as if he was holding the soul together. Or... souls? Upon closer inspection, it had been split into two smaller pieces. Only conjoined through Zorc's efforts.

And, it would seem, that the prying didn't go unnoticed. 

The black goo suddenly tightened its grip, violently pushing the two halves against each other. Star stopped dead in his tracks. He stood uncomfortably still for what must've felt like an eternity. Slowly, shuffling, he turned to face his counterpart. The light in those eyes wasn't there. His posture had straightened. That face held no emotion, nothing. It was like someone else was standing there. Someone who didn't quite enjoy the prodding.

"I would not advise prodding into that which does not concern you." Even his voice didn't sound the same. Cold, commandeering. Not quite monotone, but suspiciously calm. Reminiscent of someone... thing... that was perhaps once in power. "I do not take kindly to intrusion on my domain. You, of all things, should know that. There is a reason it chose wisely to hold its tongue."

"He did." Godling confirmed. He didn't let it show, but the phrasing had struck him in an unpleasant way. He'd taken years to stop feeling misery at the thought of his creators demise, the pure joy on his alternates face was startling.

"You didn't enjoy your time with Zorc." He surmised, trying to surreptitiously feel out this alternates soul to feel for what links to Zorc he might have had.

"Down the hall you'll find the shower to the left. There's towels and clothes in the cupboard you're about my size so it should fit. I won't watch. I'll put the tea on." This wasn't one of Godlings usual homes, but he still had thought to fill it with supplies. Sometimes versions of him needed a place to stay and he tried to anticipate their needs.

Godling padded to the kitchenette and set to making tea. He had honey cakes somewhere too. And he needed the time it took to set everything up to think. This was going very well so far but he couldn't completely let his guard down. Even if his other self had seemed to sweet and needy, cold and wet in the forest.