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[4r4chn10]

@deathshadowed followed!

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"If you were looking for info, I can try to wake up one of these guys. Just let me grab a thing."

He'd been about to empty the cash from the pockets of the thugs he'd been beating into submission when the other arrived. They were criminals, was It really theft to take their stolen goods for decent causes? Like being able to buy food?

He knelt by a thug and began slapping their face before a thought struck him. He paused, palm an inch from the man's face.

"Uh... You're not here to help their boss, are you?" He asked as he slowly turned his head to her. He looked her over for a moment, muscles tensing in preparation to leap to the fire escapes above in case of an attack.

[cryopathiic-a]

Human facade reference that I had forgotten to post D:

[wildskissed]

Random Asks - @shadovan mused: He’s been told that on this particular day of week, it’s customary to be open about one’s lewd thoughts. As such Tareque began whispering a few lusty fantasies in Eve’s ear. It’s not his fault his voice is practically purring as he does so.

Eve was not at all expecting for Tareque to come up behind her and start purring in her ear. Not because it wasn't something that he would do, but because the things that he was saying was making her cheeks flush crimson, and a shiver go down her spine that she could feel between her thighs. Was he trying to rev her up?

"If you are not careful..." Eve started, turning around to face him and resting her hands on his chest, "...I'm going to make you follow through."

With that, she let one of her hands slide down his chest, moving to his stomach and then between his legs. Leaning in, she looked up at him, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Two could play this game, and if he was going to wake the beast then he was going to have to show her that he could handle it.

"Is that something you can do...?"

[mixed-up-multiverse]

@musesofthesun liked for Bonnie! ( No Longer accepting )

Bonnie usually loved children (they were so adorable, and full of innocence despite the world around them sometimes being anything but adorable and innocent) and seeing them come into her bakery, but...

...for some odd reason, this one set her off. Really badly.

Something about this little girl's... aura, for lack of a better description. It was just unsettling. Almost evil. Ruined the overall happy mood of the room. It made her want to throw up and kick her out.

But of course, this woman had at least some semblance of a heart, and would not do so to a poor child. Besides, even if she did give off bad vibes, she was covered head to toe in bandages... perhaps she had come from somewhere bad. If so, then poor thing...

Bonnie would try to ignore these bad feelings and do everything she could to help this poor thing. And the little girl wouldn't even need to pay, she seemed to be REALLY hurt anyways.

"What can I get you?" she asked, slipping the girl a piece of paper showing all the options: Red Velvet cake, Pastry, White Donut, Scones, Egg tart, and of course, Meet Bun.

[xfulmen]

( @steeltempered )

Elbows were placed above harsh wooden surface of the table in front of him, creating a comfortable position for his broad structure to rest. A heavy exhalation transpired through his nostrils, as complexions of orange would scrutinize the sight beyond the window by his side. Dampness had engulfed the scenery, as liquid substance that had morphed into droplets was occupying the landscapes of Magnolia. There sound of nature taking place was enough to provide relaxation and comfort, if more so. Besides, he was graced with a rarity of a situation --- to find the clamorous premises of Fairy Tail in such placidness. Seemingly, a sufficient number of his fellow allies was absent from the Guild. Even the Raijinshuu were nowhere to be seen.

Regardless, he would sit by himself away from those who are still present in said building; in a way to eschew interaction and enjoy some tranquility.

[hellspell]

@qapsiel || meme continuation || from here!

"wouldn't dream of it, handsome. come sit with me. let's forget about poor fergus. i'm sure he's keeping himself busy somewhere. it's you i want to hear about. tell me everything you've been up to since we've spent time together." she wants to know all the dirt.

[aluckiicoin]

@shallliveoninsong & @maskednihilism ; here's the compromise one gets to see it and the other gets to decide to see it. Fair enough?

The dreamphone dialled for a very, very long time until the connection finally established.

The dream showed a dreary, dark and bare room, filled to the brim with shadowy figures surrounding a shivering blonde creature – trying to curl up into the tiniest ball possible. Hard to tell who it was when the eyes were pressed closed and shackled arms wrapped around bruised knees. The humanoid shades around worked to remedy that however, grabbing at the person, tugging and tearing relentlessly until tears marked unmistakable frightened wide pink and blue eyes. Words, sounds, curses resounded through the room, all in languages that would be foreign, nonsensical. Cruel hands pulled and tore at the blonde until they could bury right into the young one's chest, digging through it with clear delight. Tearing skin open without any remorse. A certain spark of glee wandered over the shadowy beings when the first one managed to excavate a handful of green shiny gemstones.

That's all it took for the shades to become more aggressive, tugging and tearing into their victim's skin viciously, clawing out more and more of the prize – despite the begging, with a complete disregard for the sobs, the tears, the pleas and the suffering of their victim.

They kept digging, pulling, pushing despite the struggles, taking and taking and taking. Their greed marked the poor thing with golden lines, golden shackles, vibrant golden – bleeding – scars.

Ultimately the struggling stopped, the sobbing turned silent, shoulders shaking still, eyes still leaked but otherwise seemingly dead. Hands burrowed into the chest with the same disregard as before but failed to pull forth anything while their victim surrendered to the shackles, sunk into them, if he couldn't be free of them, maybe he could make them his. Only when the fifth, and sixth, and subsequent tries didn't manage to pull out more gems the shadowy figures retreated, left behind the broken weeping empty husk kneeling on the ground.

Useless.

They took all there was to have. At least until he'd clean up and looked presentable – the connection cuts off.

The dreamer likely woke up because of something.

[kaibutsunoo]

Godzilla's most beautiful feature is his ear canal.

Ah yes. His.... ear... canal.

[demcnsinmymind]

@hellsurvivr continued from here

He laughs. Despite the dark topic, because isn't this something he keeps telling himself all the time, though he knows that it's not exactly true, at least that first part of her statement.

"Yeah, right" he laughs, and although it sounds mostly genuine, Lance can't quite tell for sure if there's a breath of sarcasm in there after all. He regards her a little closer, notices her shrug, the way she says that last part. Not everyone. There's a silent form of...recognition in there. Almost as if she knows that he can. More than anything it's obvious though that she can handle it without a doubt.

"What does it make the ones who can though, I wonder" he goes on, says that more to himself, though soon enough, he can't keep in the challenging smirk.

"The wrong way?"

[vulku]

Every so often he slips, his overt tactile nature drifting passed Spock's reserved lines and into his spaces. It happens when he's excited. filled with adrenaline, blue-eyes wide and fixed on his First Officer with something entirely wondrous in his expression.

It happens here, too, seated at the edge of a banquet table where two formerly hostile representatives are poised in agreement, a centuries-long war coming to an end. It's a grin, it's the back of Jim's hand slapped into Spock's shoulder before he's turning.

"—I told you the redesign would work in our favour."

the hall is filled with the smell of exotic food and spices; some of which have familiar - enough notes, both from earth and vulcan. others are entirely foreign, but undeniably curious. some on a purely scientific level, while others, for consumption. as ever, he politely declines non-plant based proteins [ or their equivalent of such ] but indulges in all else that is deemed suitable -- including the alcohol. it does not metabolize the same in vulcans, but the flavor is appreciated and complimentary on his palate. here, there is indeed much to celebrate. successful negotiations are always cause for praise, and in this case in particular, captain kirk was exemplary. despite a few incidents that suggested otherwise, a planet is not destined to be hostile, or blow up, simply because james kirk deigns to step foot upon it. as ever, spock's posture and sense of balance is unwavering. it would take a great deal more than that to throw him off balance, and although few and far in between, he has made adjustments to account for these moments : when all of kirk's bubbling energy needs to be expelled in manners of exuberant, physical means. the hand slapping on his shoulder barely makes spock move an inch, though his head inclines in acknowledgement of the gesture's meaning. " as you say, captain. " perhaps there is a fond warmth within his dark, decidedly human eyes; even if there is little else to go off from. those eyes, in turn, sweep over every plate of food that gets passed down for the attendees to take samples from, and spock doesn't miss a beat in filtering out those which would be inedible for kirk. be it due to his human physiology, or more pressingly, his impressively long [ and ever growing ] list of allergies. " it is truly fortuitous for us, that your mere presence on this planet did not trigger a chain of volatile events. " should jim look hard enough, there may be a ghost of a smile in the corner of his mouth, as he ushers away yet another plate -- but dutifully procures a chalice of a red - wine equivalent. " would you care for another drink, jim? "

[ofdualism]

@quirkbeat - starter

"You have crappy ways of stealing money." Himiko was behind Shouto, had been watching him try and grab some woman's wallet and failing. It was honestly sad to even watch.

Himiko moved slightly closer to the boy, he looked so familiar but at the same time he didn't. She shrugged it off though, looking his body over. Her nose scrunched up just slightly.

"And what is with your clothes? Why are they so dirty?"

[obsidiennes]

[ @burdenedreverance liked for a starter! ]

Ah? Desmond—whatever little games she played out loud, he would likely always be Desmond in her thoughts, at least—really wanted to go out on more dates with her? Well, after how the first one had gone... and especially how that night had ended... there was really just no way in hell she'd ever turn that down! She hadn't slept like that in years, and that was really the least of things.

She held up a hand in a mild way to stop him—and truly that alone was a sign of her good mood. "You really don't have to beat around the bush when it comes to asking me out again, Mister Hayden," she assured. She wasn't a typical Japanese woman by any stretch of the imagination, and he surely already knew that quite well.

"Yes. The answer is yes, I'd like to do it again. I'd definitely like that very much."

[wildskissed]

@luposcainus continued from here

He's exceptionally beautiful when he's talking so passionately about something, so when she kissed him, it was purely out of impulse. She didn't second guess herself for once, moving from cheek and forehead kisses that could still be construed as friendly, to capturing his lips with her own. Eve knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the wolf had endeared himself to her, and she couldn't hold back--perhaps she hadn't wanted to hold back.

His shock caught her off guard though, but it made her smile. "Because, Caspian," she started, hands cupping his face only for one to go behind his head, fingers tangling in his hair, "I ardently and quite desperately adore you," Eve managed, closing the distance between them to kiss him again, only this time a little longer if he'd let her. "If you want me to stop, I can stop..." She just didn't want to stop.

[mixed-up-multiverse]

@collectalong sent: ❛  they’ll come looking for me! they’ll notice i’m gone.  ❜ from jeremy to bonnie... uh oh?!

The Captive Audience | Accepting!

"Will they, now?"

It was always the same with ingredients, wasn't it? Always thinking that there was some kind of hope for them, or that some saviour would come and take them away from her.

Oh, no no no no! They couldn't have that. Not when there were so many pastries to make! Especially Meet Buns-- those were the most important, due to being the most popular.

She glanced towards her watch to look at the time. 7:30 AM. The bakery opened in 30 minutes, she'd have to do this quickly.

"That's what many other ingredients thought, too." And down came the meat cleaver in her hand as she took a slice at him; warm, flaming red blood covered the blade as it left quite the nasty cut.

"Now be a good boy, and shut it. I need a few things from you." And by 'a few things' she obviously meant his limbs.

[liecoris]

@haemoxin sent: 💗 Let's see some Hissy and Mukuro

「Perfect~」

【 love meter check 】 ♡ 【 accepting 】

[hellspell]

@murderdeals || meme continuation || from here!

oh would you look at that stare? one that's greeted with an overly dramatic, overly SLOW MOTION blink of painted eyes. expectant. pointed. she could keep this up for as long as the boy decides to keep glaring. like mother like sonnnnn! she lowers her wine glass and rests it on the arm of his throne. like it's a little cozy. look at the grooves. they're meant for this purpose. she'll use them for exactly that when it's her sitting where he is. you know. if it ever happens. not that she's aiming for it. she'd never.

rowena digs at a black tipped, blood red nail with the opposite humming as she idly listens to fergus prattle on about what they're doing for the day. her eyes roll. that button pushing. he's trying so hard. she almost ALMOST feels bad enough to let him think he's winning at getting under her skin. (he isn't.) "mmm. i was thinking we could play a guessing game at how big the stick up your behind is, dear. but i was thinking.. i think we should do some house cleaning. free up the payroll, so to speak. it's been brought to my attention there's been some whispering behind your back. unruly subjects. tsk tsk tsk.." ah! she's looking out for her boy?? witch mother of the year! or herself. if they're against him. they're more than likely going to be a pain in the ass for her in the grand scheme of things.