#Hope this is an okay starter! :)

[blooddrinkingbartender]

Kinsmen Meeting

@vampyrs-and-witchers

Bill had found a quiet little alcove in a nearby alleyway to rant quietly to himself. It helped him think, or so he claimed. He almost felt like he was going crazy.

First he thought his son was dead (and killed the people he thought were responsible) then he found he was alive (with amnesia, but alive) and in here in London of all places. But the place was overrun with feral skals and vampire hunters. Now he had found out from the very nemrod out to kill him that said son had joined Priwen.

"This was supposed to be easy," Bill said to himself, so caught up in his thoughts that someone close was coming by and able to hear them, "This was supposed to be so easy! What am I meant to do? March up to a Priwen base and say 'hello there, I believe you have my son with you. May I have him back?' And even if I do get him back, it's not like he'll recognise me, and that bloody nemrod is going to turn on me as soon as all the skals are dealt with. Just another day for Bill Goodwin."

He then let out a laugh, but it was mirthless. A hand ran through his ginger locks.

"What am I going to do? What the hell am I going to do?! Think, Bill, think..."

[pushspacetocontinue]

@theotherrookie

It was probably a stupid idea to venture out. But the man who had recently attacked them was still most likely recovering from their combined counterassault (and Bill biting him and making him bleed a lot), and the poison resistance balm that Leofric and Veronica had working on had been completed.

It seemed that things were looking up just a little bit. From updates, Rook seemed to be progressing well with the treatments, Bill was no longer looking like hell, Erica was doing just fine after that fight, and Leofric's eyes had fully recovered, even if he still needed some time to heal completely.

So even Russell felt okay to go out when Lucien talked about getting a bubble tea. He needed to pick up a few small groceries anyway, and the fresh air and the moonlight would probably would do them a bit of good. So after applying some of the balm to his face, neck, and hands, it had been time to set off for that small excursion.

"So if, if you feel there's, there's any trouble brewing," Russell said then, when he finally saw the shop entrance, "Not, not that I think there will, there will be today, all we, we gotta do is shout. Shop's small so, so it's not like we, we won't hear each other."

He had decided to bring Lewis with him, just in case. But he was fairly confident he wouldn't need to use him.

[avastyetwats]

Vampire AU Starter for @fornassau <3

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“What about him, Captain?”

Golden orbs looked in the direction his Quartermaster had gestured, taking a moment to observe the man in question. He stood from the table he’d been sat at with some other men and a couple of whores, and the second he stepped forward, he stumbled. He grabbed onto the table for support and laughed while his men laughed at him, clearly inebriated which had Flint grimacing. “Too intoxicated.” Which he was not in the mood for tonight. He was fucking starving, but not enough to make himself drunk. Or high. Which many of these men currently were. If not incredibly aroused thanks to the whores scattered about. Their minds were filled with nothing but filth and it disgusted the Captain to the point of silencing them.

“That one?” Gates nodded to another that just walked by them and Flint followed his line of sight, watching.

He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Smells as though he hasn’t had a bath in days. Weeks, even.”

He heard his Quartermaster sigh. “Captain, most of these men, if not all of them, have likely not bathed in several days.” Why did he have to be so damn picky? Oh right, because he was a vampire.

Flint shoots him a glare. “You think me picky, but would you not want to enjoy your meal? Or would you be content with molded bread and meat?”

Gate huffs. “I hate when you do that.”

Flint grins, knowing he was talking about the mind reading. “A habit. Forgive me.” He chuckles and Gate rolls his eyes, but there’s a smirk there now. He was the only man - the only human and, quite honestly, being - that James Flint trusted. They’d been friends for years now, sailing together for just as long, and he was the only one that knew of his Captain’s… condition. He’s kept his secret for this long and was always good at removing any suspicion among the ship that Flint may not be human. He was simply a different Captain from all others. Both highly respected and feared. His name was known far and wide and here in Nassau, especially.

He wasn’t the only Vampire, of course, but he was the only vampire pirate Captain. There was no other like him.

The doors to the tavern open and in walk some more men, more pirates and Flint’s hums, nodding in their direction. “Him.” He mutters, eyes darkening as his hunger grows, following his target - his soon-to-be-meal - as he takes a seat at one of the empty tables with his mates.

Gates groans. “Really, Captain? Him?“ He clearly wasn’t approving of his choice. And for good reason. “Captain Vane has already taken notice of some of his crewmen goin’ missing and because you’re his favorite person,” that was said with heavy sarcasm. “He’s sure you’ve got somethin’ to do with it. Now, if you could please explain to me, as to why you’re so keen on making that worse?”

Flint heard his Quartermaster’s words, grinning the entire time but not bothering to look at him. Especially not when he walked in. Charles fucking Vane. Flint’s grin grew wider, fangs almost bearing. Gates was right. Flint knew that and that’s exactly why he wanted that particular man. Because he enjoyed fucking with Charles Vane. His greatest rival, his biggest threat, and the most powerful of Captains and men, aside from himself, of course. They’d been enemies for a long while now - always trying to one up the other and trying to take the biggest prize. Trying to become the biggest and baddest name in Nassau and on all the seven seas.

But there was more to it than that… more to them. Though neither would ever fucking admit it. But deep down, Flint knew. And the way his cock hardened from the mere sight of him sometimes made that obvious, but only to himself.

Finally, he looked to Gates, his eyes even darker now and his voice a low, hungry growl. “I want him.”

[prophecyprompts]

#PHYSICAL: for when muses need some extra support & self-esteem lifts. all terms are gender-neutral.

hi, pretty.

good morning, handsome.

well, aren't you a beauty?

your eyes are so lovely…

i wish you could see what i see.

please smile more, it's beautiful.

you're pretty even when you cry.

you are the most attractive person in this room. maybe this building. maybe this area, actually.

your body is beautiful because it's yours. don't forget that.

may i touch you? i want to see if you're truly real.

you look like a dream.

my pretty girl / boy / (muse's name).

your hands are nice… n-not like that! i mean, uh..

you don't need makeup or fancy jewelry or fancy clothes. you're perfect, okay?

[phenomenally-skilled]

Closed starter for @the-expatriate

Lydia entered the ballroom, surrounded by those whose wealth far exceeded her own. Despite being a minor mythological creature, she didn’t have nearly as much wealth as say, a vampire who beens laundering for thousands of years, or a goblin price hiking people for random curios.

She sighed, hoping her sleeved dress covered her back well enough, steeling her courage and walking around the benefit for a bit, finding her spot for dinner with a neat little nameplate on the table. Most tables were set for anywhere from 2-6 people; it seemed Lydia was set in the 2s section.

She sat down, wondering when she was going to meet the other who’d be joining her for dinner at the exotic animals benefit. She didn’t have money, but it was a black tie event, so if you fit the dress code and applied early enough, you could get in.

[missmargomuse616]

A night of mischief || closed thread

It was seven thirty in the evening when Margo decided to go out for a night of fun. She made a phone call to her friend tam, asking if she wanted to hang out in the club downtown. Tam said that she would meet her there after taking care of things. Smiling she picked out a dress, shoes and makeup.

The weather was not as chilly as it was earlier in the day so she opted for carrying her shaw to go with her dress. Not planning on staying at the club too long, already having the habit of returning at a certain time as to not stay up late tonight. On the other hand why should she worry about that when it was her four day vacation from work. Besides she needed to let loose and dance with her friend, just forgetting about responsibilities for once.

While driving in her car, listening to some music she thought about that guy Luke north. Her Mind kept nagging at her that he looked so much like Loki, at every turn he gave good explanations, seemed truthful in what he said. She still had a lot of research, with the whole Norse mythology and what exactly happened with him. Until then she would try to relax and enjoy herself. She found a parking spot, walking towards the club seeing that the place was full of people around she couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her.

@loki-child-of-frigga

[inkshadow]

❝ yes, yes, i'll pick some up on the way - ❞ his words are cut short as chance dealt his fate today, his eyes locking on a girl whose face still haunts him in his dreams in the most beautiful way. couldn't focus on his mother's words that continue to trickle from his phone before he tells her that he needs to go, as if he needed to focus on something while waiting for his coffee order. she was on a date this time... at the very place he introduced her to. despite the pain ebbing in his chest, he supposed that karmic retribution was the only thing that could make this right, and he had no reason to be jealous. not after he'd ghosted her for months on end.

closed starter for @vvhimsicals

[norvstforthvwickvd]

Starter for @bakersboywiththebread

The air was cold that morning. Small misty puffs jutted out from Astrid's nose as she sat crouched behind the thick trunk of the oak tree. Her knife at the ready as she followed the long strides of a buck. Dark thick locks framed her face, keeping pale skin hidden in the early morning light. She figured she could get at least one hunt in before the Reaping.

Every year, she feared her life. If not her own, her parents. They had already lost her older brother three years ago, and it nearly destroyed them. If her name got pulled, she feared that would be the final straw for them.

She moved slowly and strategically closer, calculating her steps to not draw attention. The buck lowered its head, nibbling on the dew soaked leaves. Astrid took her aim, throwing the knife directly towards its head. The animal fell with a satisfying thud. "Bullseye." She mumbled to herself.

After securing the buck with twine and hauling it up over her shoulders, she headed back to District 12. Surely, this would be enough to get something to feed her family.

It was still quiet when she entered. Everyone dreading the upcoming event that would ultimately decide the fate of two children for the Capitol's entertainment.

The smell of fresh bread hit her nose as she passed the bakery. Her stomach growled, but she kept walking.

[kit-just-kit]

*(Closed starter for @adsagsona - Conwoman verse)*

While his back was turned, she hoisted herself up on the barstool, took a fifty from her purse and laid it out on the bartop, then fixed on a beaming smile. He might not be that happy to see her, but the money would help make him amenable to her proposition.

"Hello Gann, it's been a while" Kit greeted, sliding the bill nearer. "I'll take a Grey Goose, double, on the rocks please?".

[thehxrkness]

@magicaemaxima started following you

Agatha was used to running into other witches by now, but this time, she was more on guard than normal. She had just recently learned of her pregnancy - not by man or spell - and felt a fierce need to keep her unborn safe. Especially now, as she looked at the far older witch before her, someone she could tell she couldn't just trick into blasting her...not that she probably should now that her body was just a housing for a life growing within.

"I...ask you leave me be. You are more powerful than I."

This was her attempt at dodging the other, so she wouldn't be asked if she was the witch killer, the one woman that no other witch could ever trust.

[blooddrinkingbartender]

Snake Fangs and Stained Glass Eyes (closed for theotherrookie)

@theotherrookie

There were perks to being a library admin. Even though he was on a scheduled leave, Antonio had decided it best to pay a visit, just in case he could get any leads on who was possibly connected to Lucien's attacker and Russell's kidnapper. The more people they knew about, the better.

So if anyone had been doing research about non-humans in the library, he had come to find that. He did feel a little bad about letting down the children there who had been excited to see 'Uncle Tony' and had wanted him to read to them. But he promised he would be back to do so very soon.

At the moment, staying out longer than necessary was a risk, especially when he was alone, and he didn't want to worry Rook too much by being in danger more than he needed to be.

But after getting some names and borrowed/return records written down, he was satisfied and moved to head out after tucking the notes away in his pocket, making sure to put on the new shades he had ordered back over his eyes.

As he already started to step away from the entrance, he began to get an awful feeling that he was being watched.

[pushspacetocontinue]

Eclipse - Villain Verse thread for icangiveyouanything

@icangiveyouanything

The interviews had been a perfect start to getting his messages across to the world. People liked him, as much as it felt strange to admit to himself. Audiences were receptive to what he had to say as he answered questions. Of course, he had to pretend he was just as confused as everyone else when it came to his miraculous recovery from the long coma. Not everyone could know the truth about how he was given this second chance to save them all from themselves.

Not yet anyway.

It was a quiet day for the time being. He sat on his balcony, a small smile on his face as he watched the sunset with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. But then he felt a familiar presence in the air, and the smile grew just a bit wider.

"I think we have an old friend visiting, Misty."

"Meee..."

[thcbcys]

@vengeancewise asked: "I'd totally fuck you" He means this with sarcasm of course. (vengeancewise: Tweek to Craig, cuz I think it'd be a funny start XD)

Send me "I'd totally fuck you" to see my character's reaction

╰─ ✰ ❝ What? Dude...That's so fucking Gay ❞

Craig looked down at his friend with his dark brown eye's, his thick brows raised in a questioning way as he pulled the headphone from his ear. The two had been laying back in his bed listening to music together when Tweek decided to blurt that out and well..Craig was rather confused by it.

╰─ ✰ ❝ But hey, if we're roleplaying like in elementary than damn. I'd fuck you too ❞

[compelledcurator]

Everyone had their roles and Gambit was content in his but with Rogue acting different towards him, no one else fully trusted him. He didn't blame them, Gambit himself refused to see past his time with the Thieves guild.

He'd been letting off steam at a downtown bar known as a mutant hang out spot. He'd gotten there a little later then usual and tonight was poker night, He smirks.

Ordering a Bourbon he observes the players. One caught his eye, Young guy kind of reminded Gambit of himself in his more youthful days, he was secretly routing for him to win.

Not much else was happening, the news was highlighting some anti mutant protest and the music was mostly country. While Gambit wasn't here for the entertainment he often made his way home a little lighter then when he'd first got here and for now at least, he needed that.

The casual setting also made it less likely to be called out for being an X-Man, Since no one outside of the mansion really saw Gambit. His layered hair up in a mid pony, Favourite Crop top and jean combo and it was like he was invisible. Sometimes the odd person would linger but he'd wink or smile and they'd blush and move on.

His attention was drawn to a young woman, she was attractive to say the least but out place here. Suspicion was in his blood, his gaze followed her all the way up to the bar, he strained to hear over the music and people. He thought about moving closer but he knew that was too obvious. He'd opted to observe her the same way he did with the poker player.

If she made her way any closer maybe he could subtlety join her, She was like seeing a Griffin walk into a bar, she had a powerful aura about her and this was a back alley dive bar, not the place a Griffin goes he thought to himself.

[gcholdtrops]

test muse starter for : @blackcardz

      "  exactly  who  is  doing  your  hair  —  it's  a  bit  crooked.  "

[inkshadow]

❝ so. any hot gossip going around, mister journalist man? ❞

closed starter for @vvhimsicals