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[melancholicmoonlight]

It's been a few weeks since Jameson mauled Reid, hahaha. When he finally pulls himself out of the bed at Scarletts Inn, he finds himself much too tired and achy to do whatever sort've job she's going to ask of him today.

Jameson pulls his legs over the side of his bed and sits there a moment, his palms pressed over his eyes. After a few seconds like that, he finally stands and gets dressed, stomping into his boots and leaving the room.

He makes his way to the counter to look for Scarlett, rubbing his eye. He looks kind of haggard, and to be quite frank, he looks like he’s sick. “What was it you wanted me to do, again?”

[lieutenantozar]

Hills turning to mountains

|| @cyberghost-scout beginning operation—

Vallium twelve had been as warm as it usually was. Scorching temperatures and even worse humidity plaguing those who took refugee there, but something the locals were accustomed to, something that those sheltering there or working vaguely took in with envy. The shade barely keeping most cooled for the work and time with the sun raised in the sky. The wind barely keeping most standing and smaller annoyances away.

So to have someone wondering around and rushing about with a long, heavy, and dark, trench-coat was something to gaze upon. The movements not being slowed by the heat or its rays of the raging sun. Barely putting a dent into the rhythm the lieutenant kept up as he moved boxes and supplies to different points. The few lucky enough to be just as unbothered hadn’t adored any clothing close to what he had worn. And those who choose to do so now regretting such motives as they were recovering from the sickness now plaguing them. Though even than their work was picked up by the seemingly unbothered few.

But now it was his break.

Ozar had been moving his little courting gift as he had some brief time to spare before picking up another load. Though was now attempting to fight through a few of the heavier framed soldiers he oversaw for his neatly boxed gift. Currently tossing one over his left shoulder and ducking under another few. Clearly annoyed at their little antics as he began to rush at his right-hand man. Not that he could have helped with his relationship with his courtie hidden for much longer. He already knew time was coming short, including with the next steps for courtship. Though he had hoped that it was on better terms and more sensible terms.

[thethreefaes]

Kiara hung the bloodvine in the kitchen for it to dry. Four long strands were all she was able to find in the snowy mountains. The rich dark red vine was easy to find once she was on the right area. But that wasn’t the only thing she found.

The fae returned to the living area. On the chair a bundle of blankets warmed by the fire. And amongst those blankets was the ice fae’s newest problem. She had no idea what to do with it. Kiara had no clue about these things!

…But Hiccup did. Realizing the chief would be the best to deal with this, Kiara picked the bundle up and headed out into Berk. Finding Hiccup was much easier now. Reaching out with her magic she could sense his signature. Luck was on her side, instead of the forge it seemed Hiccup was at his home. Knocking on his door, she adjusted the heavy bundle.

“Hiccup? I need your assistance with something.” The blankets shifted in her arms and the fae struggled to hold them.

~ @dragonmasterhiccup

[alburnusgecko]

@dr-octayve @mr-rey-of-sunshine @intern-ko

*gecko knocks on the daycare door* hello? Is anyone here? Me and Dr Octayve figured out how to reverse the de-aging gun!

[gfthe-fearsome-foursome]

*magic anon time! Stan and Ford are wearing their old man outfits from Canon*

"Haha! This ain't so bad!"

"Huh?? Where did these clothes even come from???"

[cyberghost-scout]

A little mead with a plea

@lieutenantozar

(>:3)

Four were perched in a little seating inside a busy bar. There was a multitude of species and merriment. Some were getting drinks, and some were watching the people get drunk with games and all. While the youngest to drink were just hanging out and having snacks.

"Remind me again, why were we here again?" Phantasma drawled, her mouth puffing away the strand of hair as she leaned forward at the table. Of course, the group decided to try to lay low, haloforms. but smartly in travel gear to cover some suspicion.

"Because I miss being in a bar once in a while...missing those idiots," Fedelis answered, the largest and only old man as he fixed his covering after placing his beverage down. "You could have waited, Fed." The golden femme said, before leaning back in her seat, craning her neck to her little sister and Flow. Ghostwire cooly accepted her simple drink and paid while the seeker got an item that was innocently looking by the scent of juice covering its high alcohol contents.

"I'm always amazed you can stomach that," Ghostwire muttered as she gave Flow and encreboules a look. The albino looked happy as can be to have it. "We all have our strengths, Ghosty~!" the seeker giggled.

[ourladyoftears]

It was a sunny day in the lively port city. Merchants shouting from their stalls, peddling their wares. Carts drawn by horses or donkeys. Children playing, but the noise of the city was replaced by shouting, confused cries, whispers, yelling, and at the center of all of this sudden shift in mood was a young woman.

Fair skin, Light auburn hair, thick and braided down her back, a simple veil over her head. A belt of pouches and flasks and a dagg, a pack full of scrolls on her back, and another bag around her shoulder. Her finger tips were stained with what could be henna.

A city guard, holding a decently sized toad, was chastising her, while she listened to him with an innocent expression.

Varyne had stopped in the city to gather supplies and rest before hitting the road again, and she decided to use today to scope the place out and find good hiding spots for when she'd need to feed at night. He kept to himself mostly, not wanting to draw attention to himself, though his menacing stature and the hood he wore to shield himself from the sun certainly don't help any. His worn greatsword rattled against his back as he strode across the square, looking at the ground.

And she continues minding her own business, until she hears the commotion happening nearby. She stalks over, almost completely silent, and looks between the two. They can spy a scar cascading down her cheek, and her one working eye seems to almost glow from under the hood. Then she speaks, her voice low and rough, and almost sounding commanding. “What seems to be the problem?”

[moonlit-doodles]

have you guys watched akatsuki no yona. it's like that.

[wolves-of-etoile]

New Atlantis

Starter for @the-expatriate

The Sentry and the Shuffle glided serenely through space. Though Alpha Centauri was well patrolled, space was big and could hide any number of bandits or opportunists. Fortunately, even just one of the two ships could handle most threats on their own. Attacking the two of them together would've been suicide for any pirate.

They put down in the main metropolis of New Atlantis. After taking care of the boring business of landing pad fees and services, David Weiss carefully navigated the bustling spaceport crowd to the nearest central area to meet with his travelling partner.

He greeted Pari with a smile. "I hope they didn't fleece you too badly. I managed to talk them down on the fuel fees and such. I forget that not everywhere is like Titan Station."

He then added, "You come to this place often?"

[fatherxvincent]

@abittervampire

He lets himself in with the spare room key and places a paper bag on the bedside table.

“You awake…?”

[the-janitor-esc]

(( tw: Fear Gas: Extreme fatigue, Emotional instability, Paranoia, Lack of motor control, Lack of reasoning skills, and Hallucinations. Fire.

I never let TJ escape a good angst opportunity, but their response to aerosols are always delayed, and I didn't want to disrupt the community moving on from the Fear Gas <3))

[ The Janitor lays in a barren room, trying to wait out the clumsiness curse. It'll only be a couple hours; it is annoying to lay still and idle, but it is better than breaking things (or someone).

It starts with the smell of smoke. Unfortunately, the smell of smoke is not uncommon in the Evil Science Center; someone's always burning something or setting something on fire.

The cyberspiders will handle whatever it is; they will continue to lay on the floor.

There is sparks in the corner of their vision, just under the door jam. The Janitor sits up as fingers of flame reach under the door, and they are promptly on their feet by the time the walls catch.

Their first attempt at leaping up into a vent fails; they pick themself up from the ground and make it on the second, banging through the vents far noisier than they normally would. They fall out of the vents into a hallway, thankfully not on fire.

Where are they? It looks familiar, but it is like a word on the tip of their non-existent tongue. The colors are wrong, but the smells and atmosphere are right. They start to walk, but it is a slog.

Then, voices, familiar and beloved voices humming, laughing, and screaming in the distance. The Janitor rushes in the direction of the scream. They can't let anyone know their beloved humans are here, wherever here is. ]

( If you're watching cameras or just loitering around the halls, you see The Janitor sprinting; they fall, but get back up and immediately start sprinting again, bumping against the walls. If you watch them, they smack at their uniform and bandages from time to time. You hear them calling "Wait!", "Where are you?", "Come back!", and "Fire! Get out!". )

[melancholicmoonlight]

It's been almost a week since Jameson's been confronted by Metus, although it probably feels longer for him with the agony and all. They've just made it to the large portside city, far west in the middle of the night.

Reid is unpacking their bag into the dresser of their joint hotel room, which is much nicer than they're both used to and definitely way out of their budget.

He, understandably, hasn’t quite shaken what all happened the week prior; Occasionally pestering Reid with how they’re feeling. However, he’s starting to slowly feel better about it, so he’s left them alone today. The only thing that’s on his mind is when Metus might appear again, and what he could possibly want from him.

Jameson had already unpacked mostly and organized his things. He now sits on his bed, nose in his journal as he writes down whatever it is he’s thinking. When Reid comes over, he closes it and sets it aside, looking up at them. “This place feels a bit too fancy for us. How much did a night cost, again?”

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

Open to Anyone

Muse- Dominique Luca

Relationship- Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Husband/Wife

Mun's Notes - This can go across any fandom, any ships, with any muse of your choice

Plot - Luca is home after work and just out of the shower before date night, whether it's a romantic quiet night or a wild night is entirely up to you 😉

Luca only really took long showers whenever his back was hurting and because he had been overdoing it at the gym to keep in shape, and in the field as a SWAT officer, he had done something to aggravate his back. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to be attending date night. Sometimes, it felt like they barely spent any time together, so date night's were always special.

"Hey, babe." He called over to the bed where his partner was lying on top of the bed. "Have you decided if we're going out or staying in? Cause I'm good with either. Just let me get some of that medicated cream and take some painkillers, and I'm good to go." He looked over their body, smiling to himself because he was the luckiest guy on earth.

[thethreefaes]

@dragonmasterhiccup

Púca mischief and magic switch (closed starter)

The house was coming along great. Ash balanced on the roof as he laid the boards. His brothers were around him helping with the building’s exterior. Ash had chosen a piece of land more towards the outside of the Viking village but an easy walk to the chief’s hut. And a much easy walk for the people to get to Lyra than Gothi’s hut. Ash’s chest warmed at the thought. Lyra would be the main village healer one day. A high honor.

“Hey! Stop day dreaming lover boy.” His eldest brother, Talon, nudged him. With an eye roll he got back to work. His other two brothers, Finn and Rhys, had returned through his circle carrying carpets and more wood for the roof. Soon they’d be able to work on the inside.

“Hey! Dad needs all of us back for a meeting! That means you too, Ashy! We’ll come back after.” That… was annoying. But fae councils were serious if all the court was needed. The two hopped off the roof with help from their magic.

Little did they know that a púca had snuck its way through the open circle. Taking the form of a wolf at first it snuck into the forest. Watching the faes work. The creature waited for the perfect time to cause trouble. As the brothers left through the circle they closed it. The púca changed shape again. A black cat with gold eyes stalked into the village. The feline making its way towards the next grouping of magic.

Lyra and Hiccup came into view. Looks like the two had been heading towards the new home. The púca could feel the power surrounding her. With a purr the cat rubbed up against her leg, causing her to stop.

“Aw, look at you! You’re so pretty.” Lyra picked the cat up and cradled it in her arms.

“Do you know who he belongs to, Hiccup? I don’t think I’ve seen this one around before.” She turned so her brother could pet the cat too. But as soon as Hiccup’s hand made contact with the sleek fur both he and Lyra were struck with pain like being struck by lightning. Lyra fell to her knees as the waves of electric shock went through her limbs. The cat jumping away and shifting into a more goblin like form. It cackled at the two in pain before running off.

As the agony faded away, Lyra found herself shaking. Her body felt heavy and tired and… sore? She blinked in confusion. The earth was oddly silent too. She… she couldn’t sense the magic around her anymore! Wait.. Hiccup! Hiccup was hurt too!

“Hiccup? Are you okay?” She’d worry about herself after. That… thing had zapped her brother.

[alburnusgecko]

@listacole

Okay! So I have all the unlabeled guns in that box in the corner, do you want to pick one out? I’m pretty sure all of them are mostly safe!

[guarder-sol]

Quick shitpost doodle of modern lil Alfy and Gustav,