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[salsedinepicta]

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My gift for @notomys-mordax-blog for the 2024 Handers Exchange (hosted by @handers-time - whom I thank for organising the event) 🌙

The "fancy evening but they are awkward" prompt captivated me - they are here just to shed feathers all over the place, really.

[therainbowinhell]

@hells-greatestdad liked for a starter! [X]

"Heeeey, dad!" With a small smile, the demon princess approached the other, holding her hands close to her chest.

"Now that I at least seemed to change some things around here- do you plan on visiting more?" After all, the blonde always went out of her way to change people and improve their situation, yet...it was about time she also tried to fix her own relationships with her parents.

Or at the very least, with Lucifer.

"It would be a pity if after all the effort we...uhm...fell so silent to each other like before." She was looking elsewhere, perhaps awkward? And biting her tongue to not mention how much she actually missed her mother, as well.

[yourfaveneedsakiss]

Hunter Gathers from the Venture Bros needs a kiss! 💋

Requested by Anonymous

[choicesmc]

Fae OCs

@leafkingofbirds is looking for some OCs to repopulate the Moon + Sun Courts! Can be mortal, changeling, or fae! So here's some for submission! (I made them twins but feel free to change that!)

Eirlys

Pronoun: She/Ze Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Affiliation: Currently Moon Court Personality: Eirlys is quiet but persistent. Keeping her eyes and ears peeled, she is always hungry for gossip --especially on those who've offended her. Once an unlucky fae gets on zir bad side, it's almost impossible to earn zir forgiveness.

Biography: Eirlys was one of Eisa's peers in the Sun Court and likewise switched when Eisa married the then Night Prince, Kieran's father (likely hoping for a similar rise in status.) However, ze didn't stay long as the Moon Court was picked apart by seemingly endless misfortune. Only returning after the final battle (or for the final battle, your call here!), ze re-pledged zirself to the Kieran and the Moon Court.

Appearance: Ze is extremely pale, even for fae. Her hair is a lavender color that she straightens and keeps in, usually, the same hairstyle save for special occasions. (the one depicted). Rather fond of head jewelry, ze appreciates adorning zirself in silvers, blues, whites, and purples.

EXTRA: Zir inspiration is snowdrop flowers!

Galan

Pronouns: He/him Alignment: Chaotic Good Affiliation: Sun Court (or Exiled your choice!) Personality: Boisterous and loud, Galan could keep himself busy for days on end. Born into the Sun Court, Galan keeps an ever-rotating circle of friends that grew increasingly stagnant the decades following his twin's renunciation and her eventual disappearance.

Biography: Born into the Sun Court, Galan had found much trouble with the family's low peerage. Rather than gambling with fate as Eirlys had, Galan became an admirable fighter who challenged his way through fae ranks easily besting arrogant upper nobles who'd clearly equated his rank with skill. (If you decide on Exiled status, Galan loses a pivotal match against high ranking fae in the same show of over confidence he'd once used to climb high. As result, the Sun Prince banished him from Court leaving Galan's fate to the Fae Forests and beyond.)

Appearance: He, like his twin, is extremely pale. The two share very similar features with three major differences: 1) where Eirlys is adorned in lavender, Galan's hair and eyes are a light green, 2) Galan keeps a well-maintained beard with a bit of a goatee, and 3) Galan's hair is left in its natural curly state in a rough bun.

EXTRA: Galan dyes his hair from lavender to green though he refuses to admit it.

picrew used for both is linked [here]

[phantomuheist]

@queenxfjustice | Sc.

"Well, well, if it isn't Miss Police Officer herself!" Akira got up from his desk to greet his old friend, smiling widely. "I hear you've solved a lot of tough cases lately. What brings you here? Oh, care for some coffee? It's my own blend and I serve it to everyone." Everyone who was cooperative enough to work with him.

[melihel-shadowhorn]

[ open starter ] - @recitedemise

Melihël tried to seem composed, her hand on the chin, deep in thought. Betrayed only by her own tail, twitching and turning nervously behind her.

The game with Gale started after the nostalgia got her - she hadn't played in almost a year, the last game went back up her time in the Blackstaff academy. After all, she thought it would be a quick, relaxing game, forgetting the school’s rumors about the archmage's abilities on the other side of the board. 

They both got competitive fast, but during the midgame she saw her defenses crumble piece by piece, struggling to keep her king safe from his calculated attacks, moving his pieces with confidence and almost what she considered elegance. Now, she was in a search for a desperate save, a turn of the tide. Choosing the lesser of the evil, she moves her knight down the board with a hesitant hand, while his comment made her flaming eyes go up towards the twinkling stars - how much time were they playing? - with an annoyed, yet playful groan.

“It’s not a check mate, yet,” she mumbled, eyes back on the board after glimpsing those sparks in his chestnut eyes. “I can still save this, somehow. All I need is a tiny mistake from you…” She poked his shoulder with her tail, a way to avert his mind elsewhere, a small smug smile on her blue lips in response to his. “As for appetites… I just can be a little stubborn when it comes to games and couldn’t miss the chance to at least try to humble a wizard. Alas, I can see my foolishness, but… would you really like to test my defiance further?” 

[patetpluvia]

@themosthatedbeingg continued from [x]

“Trying to get him down where..?” Surely not Gehenna since the man before her was not Satan. Plus he wasn’t actively trying to drag Rin down to his land by force either. “Either way it might not be the best idea. He’s still a teenager, you know. Has a whole life ahead of him.. Unless you meant on a.. temporary basis?” Was that possible? Perhaps..

As the woman allowed herself to slip into deeper thoughts, her tail slipped out to wave behind her. It was still a handful to keep hidden. Ah right! He introduced himself as well. “Oh! It’s a pleasure to meet you Lucifer Morningstar.. I can tell you don’t mean any harm, that’s a relief.” That meant this meeting would remain peaceful. Not that she believed she would stand a chance in a fight against him.

[dick-meister]

@queenbeeibee

Damn, he needed a drink. A meeting had been called by the high seraphim, only a small, selected group of Angel’s were allowed in. The fate of Hell’s residents rested on that meeting, a solution to its rapid overpopulation which lead to multiple sides of debates. A humane option verses one that was certainly out of character for Heaven as a whole. Adam, was on the side of a mass culling yearly and not only was he clearly on that side, but he would be leading that charge with exorcists.

The First Human had seen so much change over his years of living, his mental had slowly twisted and wrapped. Anger, confusion and betrayal lead feelings and decisions that should otherwise be made with calm, rational thinking…. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. Not when the ice that clinked clearly in the cup of alcohol could be heard so tantalizingly in the empty room of his home.

Sitting on the fine leather couch that was aimed at a large window, over shadowing a large part of the infinity that was Heaven. Ears twitching lightly as his front door had opened, a turn of his head, a light smile. They finally got on terms where she would let herself in? Finally. He didn’t want to get up anyways.

Temperance. “How’s it going, Beauty Queen!” Clearly his mouth had been stained even in these times, calling anyone practically anything he’d like, affectionate or not. Turning back to the large window, he’d raise his glass of whiskey and point with his pinky stretched out towards the counter where drinks scattered themselves practically all over. “Drinks are over there, help yourself.”

[tricoloredillusion]

Starter for @rubbarband!

It's been months since Neo has been around here, perhaps longer? She couldn't tell.

The same way she appeared in this world, she disappeared. Her small adventure in the Ever After possibly only made it worse for herself, but at the very least, she had time to reflect on what happened.

And now that she was ready to go back to Remnant...she ended in a place that wasn't Remnant.

The now half-beast stood all alone in the middle of an alley, groaning to herself and adjusting her top hat before looking up.

...she sure needed a break.

[lgcjinyoung]

@lgcsaem

while it wasn't impossible to see an lgc trainee outside of the lgc building, it still was unlikely to a point that it took jinyoung aback when he found himself entering a convenience store to a rather unfortunate scene unfolding. it seemed like a technological failure on all ends for the poor guy just trying to buy himself some snacks-

while walking up to the cashier with his own array of snacks, the male suddenly recalls his mother's wise words of always carrying spare cash around. while technology was advanced enough to devoid the need for actual bills and coins, in situations like these, he understood why she had taught him that piece of wisdom.

"does this cover it," he interferes without much of an introduction, holding a bunch of 10K won bills to the flabbergasted cashier.

[vinnbe]

replay event starter for @hannaxbe

"we’re doing something wrong," vinn mutters, rubbing at his chin, his teeth chewing the inside of his cheek. his brows furrow as he tries to pinpoint where exactly they have started messing up. the conclusion he arrives at isn’t surprising—he and hanna simply don’t have the best chemistry when it comes to dancing. they keep stepping on each other’s feet, bumping into one another, and it certainly doesn’t help that they’ve only just met here at the festival.

vinn had approached her earlier with the idea of filming another challenge video, hoping to add more content for his next post. he never imagined that trying to complete this challenge with her would be such a challenge in itself. "how about we switch positions? maybe that will help?" they've tried filming this at least ten times, and yet, nothing seems to be working.

with a sigh, he deletes the previous attempt and resets the video. "ready?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at hanna before jogging back into position. he counts down from three, ready to try once more.

[blueseaprincessa]

Starter for @waxgentleman !

She would never have thought it would come to this. It really is him! Mr.3! She remembers their time when they worked together. It wasn't a very good memory, but it was still a sort of…. memory.

"I'm surprised to see you. Is there something you need? Do you want to say something?"

She hesitantly began to enumerate the likely reasons for their strange encounter. She still didn't trust him.

[2xcursekissed]

for @infamiia | continued from x

Yuuta instinctively tugs at the strap on his bagged sword upon sensing the other's presence. He is in no way going out of his way to look for battles, but he finds the curse hard to ignore as he passes by the cafe. He is already on high alert, having completed another curse-related mission at a nearby office building.

Upon realizing the source of the curse, he sighs, not eager to engage in combat so soon after another mission. It seemed to be the woman before him. "Well, that’s a new one," he announces to no one in particular, bemused by the situation he's found himself in.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check for any potential messages regarding another curse in the neighborhood he was sent to. When there are none, he returns his gaze to the woman. This curse appeared to understand speech and had a human-like physique. She was likely strong.

"You have feelings?" he asks, be it a little provoking. He knew the answer, already having one of his own that was attached to him in what one might call a twisted sort of love. It isn't too crazy to believe that other curses would enjoy some of the ordinary things people did.

He's removed his ring from its usual spot around his neck, ready to slide it on his left ring finger, having decided he would at least attempt a one-shot kill with Rika. He is so focused on the prospect of battle that the pedestrians and cafe customers are nothing but white noise in his ears.

That is, until he hears a loud sob. He returns from the zone, immediately turning his head to see where the noise came from—a baby shrieking in a stroller stopped in front of the cafe as the mother tries to calm it.

He decides then that it is too unsafe for the people around him to try to exorcise the curse.

"No," he says, taking a deep breath. In his first year as a student, he was more of an awkward combatant, not used to the gore of jujutsu life, but since his battle with the late Geto Suguru, he has found himself more confident and desensitized, having experienced more near-death experiences than normal people could even think of.

"Should they have?" he questions, trying to gauge the hostility of the woman. She seems to be simply sitting, but was that truly the case? He doesn't know.

[surasthana]

"You look like there's a lot on your mind." That dazed, lost-in-thought look on her face was enough to give Nahida enough to speak up about it. In a party like this, she stuck out like a sore thumb to those who bothered to not be swept up into their own little social bubbles. Nahida stands next to her, looking up at the small, beach ball-sized planet that seemed to have grabbed her attention. It's much to her surprise though that she's familiar with the continents that align its ocean surface.

"Oh--are you from Teyvat as well?"

@kujoutengu / star-den tea party, spiralefes.

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[divin3rot]

𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒, 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎. not only was alys someone unknown to her, but ever since her arrival she's heard whispers ... whispers of witchcraft , of potions, of other things concerning her son. it was only natural to wonder certain things, of course, & more so as the young mans mother. had alys done something to him, is she whispering in his ear, or did aemond simply choose this woman for himself ? ( alicent goes back & forth on it, but the only way to know is to inquire. yet, the idea of it makes her uneasy, worried she'll make a fool of herself somehow. but, she must also consider this alys being here might not be her own choice ... what does she do in that case ? )

@harrenhail LIKED for a starter !

hand continues to hold onto her wine glass, one leg crossed over the other as brown eyes silently studied the other. her green eyes, with depths to them, long black hair ... her features did not match up to those usually attributed to house strong. she's seen plenty of strong bastards for years. ❛ is what people say about you the truth ? ❜ asked alicent, ❛ as a child ... they make witches up to be haggard, evil, or up to no good constantly. ❜