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[jsbashirmd]

@lietwice sent:

🛋️ ( okay this from garak, but the first time it ever happens. like, pre-moving in together, where they're spending a lot of time in each other's quarters so may as well be living together but haven't quite crossed that line yet, and garak has never taken a random nap in julian's quarters before, until now )

Julian comes home sweaty and exhausted with a plan to shower off the residue of his 17-hour surgery, but he doesn't get more than a step inside before that plan is disrupted. "Garak?" With no response to quiet stimula, Julian is tempted to just let him sleep a little longer, but the couch won't do his back any favors.

He sighs, toes off his shoes at least, and moves to sit on the very edge of the couch where he can and set his hand on Garak's side. "Hey. Are you alright?" He is home later than expected, but they hadn’t had plans tonight, so Julian hadn't expected to see him. Has he been waiting? Or had something happened to his own quarters?

[galacticforces]

unplotted starter for @dccontramundum because I'm crazy about this scene and it's Anchor's fault

"I can't. I can't." How could she possibly go home, after all of this? "I've made such a mess of things. I just... don't know what to do." She looked down again, ashamed, and hugged herself slightly. Really, she wasn't even sure why she'd come here, except that Morse, somehow... felt safe.

"Marry me."

She looked up sharply, mouth falling open with shock. He can't have possibly- What-? A thousand conflicting thoughts and feelings crossed her mind and her face. Marry him? While she's carrying another man's child? Another man's bruises? When they'd never so much as been on a date? Marry her father's constable? Marry the man who... the man who she'd come to, after everything.

But he didn’t know it all, and to burden him with that... the last thing Morse needed was another burden--he gave himself enough of them.

He swallowed and she stared and it felt like ages passed. Then she had to try several times to come up with anything she could say--to force words out. "Morse. I-" She looked down, shook her head. Then she looked up again, bit her lip, just for a second. And she took a step closer.

[squig-s]

NOT real merch! Just a fun play on Ian’s outfit in today’s TikTok

[thegheistmistress]

"Would cha look at this!the detective is back in town!how has it been going grumpy?"

The friendly but sadly too upbeat hero said as she circled around you,she always found herself hanging aroune with this specific detective. The reason was unknown even for herself.

"Ya know,I heard something interesting. Your from London right?why did you move here?"

- @eletricenergy

She watched her, blinking a bit in surprise as she circled her.

"Eh, yeah it's definitely been a while since I've been around. I'm awake and alive, head kinda feels fuzzy still. Do I know ya? I might, I mean, I was in a coma for about..."

Pausing, she thought for a second and then shrugged slightly as she shook her head.

"2 years at least? That's what I was told, never exactly told why or how... My head is all scrambled. As for that question; Yeah, I'm from London. Coming here was a bit more exciting? Sure, ya got psychos at Arkham, and criminals at Blackgate, and then quite a bit of heroes running around, like the Bat and his family. In all, this place just drew me in like a moth to a flame, so to speak. It's weird."

Sighing, she looked at the very energetic woman circling her.

"Anyways, I'm not that grumpy. Who said I was grumpy?"

@eletricenergy

[thetoaddaddy]

@riyu-uzumaki

The month went by slow and terrible. A mix of training and missions had left Jiraiya exhausted. Naruto was still an energetic pain. Trotting beside him on the way home.

The highlight, the only thing that is wonderful, was seeing Riyu again. The boys too but after a month of no activity he was aching to see her in so many ways.

Eager he sent a toad out informing her of his arrival ahead of time. A smidge of him was hoping she’d meet him at the gates. How he longs to hug her and kiss her until it hurts.

“You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?” Naruto asks. “You got that weird smile on again.”

“Shut it kid.”

Alas the gate was in sight. The relief! The joy and happiness he feels to see those gates. Soon his main squeeze. The little ones. His life. It can get back moving where he left off.

[ponds-of-ink]

*Evan followed a few steps behind. He kept glancing over his shoulder, but there didn't seem to be anymore footsteps. Good. The staircase looked unusually long, and Agonia looked like he might need help, but Evan didn't know if he'd be allowed to do so.

Agonia looked behind. The boy still seemed uneasy, though that was understandable. They were in new territory, after all.

But, not wanting to be uncaring, he stopped and waited for Evan to catch up. He put his fists together, then waved his hands. “How are you doing?”

[constable]

@dreamsofalife hit the <3 for a starter from Odo

It had taken quite a lot of persuasion for Odo to agree to the trip, but he did enjoy Dr. Wyatt's company well enough, and the new museum held quite a lot of interest for him. Ultimately, he shouldn't have gone. Neither of them should have, given that they were now trapped here, inside the locked-down maze of a building with their shuttlecraft stolen and the city's communications grid either destroyed or otherwise inaccessible. Neither of them had the technological expertise to really make much progress on that front, and they couldn't be of much use in dealing with the minor terrorist attack which had taken place nearby from inside.

"We're the least of anyone's priorities right now. I imagine we'll just have to wait."

[foreternitysblog]

Crossroads. Even though all roads led to district twelve for Coriolanus Snow, the blonde felt completely torn on what path his future should take next. He was at a crossroads. He had managed to help his tribute win the tenth annual Hunger Games, even got the Capital to sponsor and send gifts; place bets. It was the most interactive the Games had ever been. Dare he say, the best Games ever watched. It definitely had a swell increase in views all around Panem. Not even ones that hated Coriolanus could deny such an incredible feat.

As he stood in front of the pub in twelve his mind raced. His heart felt cold, body in total awareness at all times and thoughts jumbling into the next before finally finally he walked inside. His best friend, Sejanus, walked beside him. For a moment he wanted to walk a bit faster as though he were showing his pride off… that even though he had been thrown into the peacekeepers he was still going to respected as he expected. However seeing Lucy Gray on stage had stopped him cold in those thoughts. His Lucy Gray.

“Lucy Gray…” Coryo whispered with a small smile. He watched as she sang with the same passion she did at her reaping. Lucy Gray was smiling brightly as she did so, dress skirt swaying cheerfully to match her personality. Beside him, Sejanus spoke up. “She’s the reason you wanted to come to twelve isn’t she?”

A head tilt. “Yes” Coryo said simply. Nothing else was said between the two. The conversation finished as soon as it started. As far as Coriolanus was concerned nobody needed to know the true depths that Lucy Gray managed to fill in the short time they were last together. It brought about feelings that he did not understand. Emotions he did not have a name for nor did he want to understand them either. Why should he? From a young age where he did not have anything or anyone besides his cousin Tigris, he built a certain number of walls to protect himself. Were those walls tumbling down? He hoped not. But then a silver lining of light seemed to break through cracks. Without his knowledge.

@dasilvaaaaa

[tmvoldemort]

@regretismyconstantcompanion Albus smiled as he watched Tom dart toward the gazebo. They hadn't had much time to talk this evening. He had ensured Tom recieved an invitation to the party. A fancy soirée, filled with the who was who of the Wizarding World. Tom had recieved an invitation, as the best and brightest Hogwarts currently had to offer. He needed the chance to be seen and make connections and Dumbledore had the contacts to ensure that happened. "Hardly, your grades do not need discussing. They're exemplary." He was above and beyond every single one of his classmates by leaps and bounds. He didn't need to discuss anything where school work was concerned. "Professor Dumbledore? So formal." He teased. When they were in front of an audience, formalities needed to be maintained. But they were alone now. He him a sip from his glass of fire whiskey when he noticed he didn't have a drink in hand." Are you having a pleasant evening Tom?"

"Mmm." 

Tom sucked in his lower lip. Knowing this had nothing to do with grades.

The click of ice hit the side of Albus glass. It made a bell sound. Nearly muted by the rain.

Oh the party!

"Well we are in a formal setting. Even with all the amount of pretension among them." Tom said, "It was getting infectious."

The smell of Fire Whiskey came mostly from Albus glass and not his lips. He was sober enough to hear this. Still Tom scans the area. Finding none of the other party guests were near. But there were others who had been following Tom. Those who seemed interested in the teacher pet relationship.

"I'm glad we have a moment. I liked you to be the first to know the good news." Tom smiled, one without teeth.

“I have a position ready for me come summer. Mr. Bruke letter came yesterday.”

[cleverestofclevermen]

soulmate au starter for @spideystark continued from [ x ]

Rodney had been trying not to fret about that timer for his entire life, and through college and his first early jobs, he'd mostly managed that, given the incredible long time left on it. But when those numbers started to fluctuate, getting down into a matter of months, weeks, even days... He had a more difficult time keeping his nerves in check.

Obviously, he wanted to meet his soulmate, because who wouldn't? But after the first time it dipped down into hours and then soared back up, he couldn't help but wonder. After the fourth time, he started to take it personally. In Antarctica, with it approaching dangerously low numbers under his many layers of clothing, he considered finding a place to hide, just to give this person what they apparently wanted, which was a lifetime free of him, but there was work to do, and plenty of it, and he couldn't restrain his curiosity quite enough.

When that ridiculously beautiful man sat in the control chair, he would've been staring at him regardless, but the way he touched his wrist, just as his own twinged... Rodney hardly dared to blink. "I get the strangest feeling you've been avoiding me," he finally said. Then, "Do you have any idea what you've just done?"

[jsbashirmd]

[[ plotted starter for @lietwice

Garak was hiding something. For a month, he'd entirely disappeared, keeping himself out of sight, for all that he communicated normally through messages of various sorts. Julian was convinced that it was due to an injury he didn’t want to admit to. But now... Now he'd caught a couple glimpses of him looking well enough, but his messages were strained. Maybe he ought not have bothered with a friend so insistent on being secretive, but how could he not, when he knew no one else would?

So Julian made another house call, with the intention of overriding the lock this time if Garak didn't respond. But something saved him the trouble. A child's voice came through the thin wall, followed swiftly by Garak telling them to stop, and then the door slid open, and in front of Julian was a wide-eyed Cardassian boy who was looking up at him with something that looked very much like relief. "Abba!" And then he was being hugged, and then climbed, and he reached automatically to support the child, but he looked at Garak with mild panic as he did.

[galacticforces]

[[ open starter for Crowleys

It started with poetry. That was his first... overture. A poem, handwritten on his finest stationary, slipped into Crowley's pocket. Other people's poetry, at first, but it didn't stay that way. No, soon enough, Aziraphale was spending his time writing in verse about his desperate, hopeless longing, his unending fear which had become little more than background noise, and his devastating devotion. But the first time he got caught passing it on, the paper between his fingers and his wrist trapped in the circle of Crowley's... That was when it sunk in how invested he'd gotten without any actual sign of whether his feelings were returned. That was when it sunk in just how far he'd been overstepping his bounds.

He froze. Then he swallowed, and he waited, not quite meeting Crowley's eyes.

[mpxarawn]

A Little Bee Told Me....

@maibeemp

The cold weather could be tolerated with a warm cup of black tea and a delicious fruit tart from one of the cafes on campus. Arawn despised cold weather but he did tolerate it. Despite all appearances and how he'd often made his first impression on people, the death god was a gentle old soul with a sweet tooth. It was rare to see the other side of the death god, that made him known as the just ruler of the Otherworld. After the holidays were over, he'd called over his dear niece to surprise her with a gift and to just catch up with her since he'd yet to thank her for the cactus she gifted him.

He sat on the bench outside the main building of the university, next to the still decorated christmas duck. Seeing her coming from afar, the god waved casually, relaxed. His work was all done for the day and he could dedicate the whole day to his dear niece. "I hope you weren't doing anything important, Little Bee," he stated, seeing her. Mai was an absolute delight. Her youthfulness was still as catching as ever and even Arawn found himself warmed simply by her presence.

[cptjeanluc]

@ltcommanderandroid hit the ❤️ for a starter

Jean Luc--he was going to have to get used to being called that, now that he'd officially gone on sabbatical--looked across the table at Data and forced a smile that revealed much less worry than he actually felt. "You're the only one who hasn't treated me as any less capable than I was before, Data. I appreciate that. But I have a favor to ask of you, if you're willing."

[thetoaddaddy]

@riyu-uzumaki

She waved it off, “I’m not squeamish.” She pointed out. “I’m not big on fish, but every now and then I get a hankering for it. Though it was all I wanted when I was pregnant with Idris. Any kind of seafood.” Riyu said chuckling.

She couldn’t help but gasp as the food was brought out. “Oh my god. This all looks so damn good.” She didn’t even know where to start. “Smells like heaven too.” Riyu said. She cut up her steak and took a bite. “Hmmm my god.” She sighed, it was melt in your mouth and the flavors were amazing.

“Yeah I’m not huge fish guy either but fresh off the ocean you can’t refuse that kind of freshness.”

Jiraiya picked out some of the sides with a slice of sizzling steak. “Man we’re going to have to be rolled out of here after this.” It’s even bettet than he remembers. The plates are bound to be cleaned.

[constable]

@dreamsofalife sent:

"Oh, Constable, I've been meaning to speak with you. I hope this isn't too out of pocket, but, well, I was going through some of my old books, trying to downsize a little, and I actually found something you might be interested in. It's all about the legend of the Benandanti; they were shapeshifters in earth mythology from around the era of the Spanish Inquisition, who would supposedly protect their villages from demons and witches, curses, and even go down into the underworld to take back food stolen by them. It's a fascinating read and I'd rather the volume go to someone who'd appreciate rather than it get tossed out."

Odo paused long enough for Dr. Wyatt to fall into step with him, then resumed at his normal pace as she spoke, his head tilted slightly to show he was listening. He paused again when she finished, looking at her with astonishment. She had thought of him? Was going to give him this book? Even after all this time, Odo was unused to recieving gifts. What was the proper etiquette for humans? It was difficult to keep track of so many different sets of social rules. "Thank you," he finally said. "I would very much enjoy reading that." After all, collecting myths related to his people had been a hobby since before he knew who his people were.