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[chaosfindsaway]

@homelander-rp-blog iked for a starter from Trevor! [Jurassic World verse]

Trevor emerged from the shadows, his men forming a circle around the stranger they'd caught snooping around the camp. They had their weapons pointed, but wouldn't shoot unless Trevor gave the signal.

"Well, I can't say I've seen you around these parts," he spoke through a light smirk, hand resting on his own firearm latched to his side - it was instinct, at this point. Too many other dinosaur poachers out there wanted Trevor dead. All the more reason for him to believe he was at the top of the food chain.

Now only a few feet from the stranger, Trevor stopped to look him up and down before finally speaking again. "What brings you to my camp? Let's hope you weren't trying to steal anything. I'd hate to feed such a pretty face to Moonshine - though, she is pretty fucking hungry."

[star-gazcr]

@crystalmarred » plotted starter

Learning magic came with its own set of problems that one had to master – not surprising, of course, but it was simply that Orion had not anticipated it.

He was in Gridania when he discovered this problem, practicing with his Carbuncle in the Shroud. It was a simple problem with a simple solution, when it came down to it; he was running out of mana frequently and having to resort to getting out his trusty lance to finish off the monster he was fighting. The solution, of course, was that he needed a supply of ethers to keep him going.

Being in Gridania, he didn't really care to travel all the way to Ul'dah to visit the alchemists' guild. But a quick scouring of the Shaded Bower turned up nothing but a point of advice. Apparently, there was an alchemist of some skill studying at the conjurers' guild, a miqo'te by the name of X'kijin.

And so, Orion headed for the conjurers' guild. He was subsequently directed to a corner of the structure, where he found a handsome miqo'te doing, well, something, with some bottles. Orion had to admit he was less than knowledgeable when it came to alchemy, and he had truly no idea what was going on.

“Well met,” he said to the miqo'te. “I'm looking for a man named X'kijin. Might that be you?”

[wastheheart]

Talking About What Happened

@devilsanddarlings (emmett) asked: "So... is someone going to fill me in?" (hello & thank you!)

Ah, yes. It had all happened so quickly, Esme had forgotten Emmett wasn't here when the house's newest occupants had turned up. They aren't around now, but their scents lingered. Without context, Esme knows how easily Emmett could potentially misconstrue unknown scents as a threat.

Esme offers a quick smile, words struggling to come as she attempts to wrap her head around it herself.

"Well, I believe we may have acquired two more coven members," Esme begins, the girl she had just met seemingly knowing them all personally already. She can't quite decide if it's comforting or unnerving. "A woman named Alice and her mate, Jasper."

If anything, Esme's simply glad she's remembered their names. Alice was like an unseasonal hurricane and, despite vampiric abilities, Esme found it difficult to keep up. Not that her mate helped matters; he simply stood there looking stoic.

"The woman is a psychic and her mate is an empath... apparently they adopted our diet so to be prepared for when they finally found us." Esme almost wants to laugh. Saying these things out loud sounds dramatic. "... To be honest, I think it'd be easier to just ask them... but the man, Jasper... he is finding this lifestyle particularly challenging."

[the-haunted-office]

(A starter for @alabonshay!)

Dorian hadn't meant to make its newest little inhabitant feel trapped when it started closing all the doors in the hallway. It had only meant to herd her away from the rooms it knew were already occupied, thus sparing her from walking in on their occupants and causing a fuss.

Well, it seems a fuss was bound to be caused anyway, because now she's raising her voice and demanding to be let out.

Oh dear. Dorian has to fix this!

"Wait wait wait, hold on there, just a moment, I'm- I'm not- This isn't what it looks like, now!" its panicked voice cries, with no visible source of where it is coming from. If anything, the voice seems to be coming from the air itself. "I'm not holding you captive, ma'am! I'm just- I'm not- There are people in those rooms, right, and quite a few of them are sleeping. And I'm afraid if you were to go right into them, especially shouting like that, you'll wake them, and I really don't want that happening, so if you could just- If you'll just-"

A door opens at the end of the hallway waggling back and forth on its hinges in the hopes of getting the dendie's attention.

"Here! Down here! This door, right here, please! Come on down here, and you'll see that you aren't trapped, now. I wouldn't recommend leaving me, but at least you'll see that you aren't being held captive, and- Oh, bother, that didn't come out right, did it? But- Aw, just, please come this way, miss?"

[phantomyre]

Where the Vermilion Lotus Grows

Tifa Lockhart + Vincent Valentine [AU Roleplay Starter]

RP partner: @badassbarmaid Three years had passed since that fateful day. The entire world had experienced what felt like the beginning of the end. Their dear friend had been brutally murdered, but her spirit felt ever present to comfort them. Meteor had threatened the planet's already diminishing life, yet the planet fought back with the aid of their protector, Aerith. Things were never going to be the same. Everyone knew this. But just like the planet, life went on. So long as the planet still lived, so did the people. A new era. A new beginning... Everyone had to learn to pull their own weight, and there was no shortage of work. Even the children toiled as hard as the adults. But none complained. There were worse things to dread than the filth of the slums or the lack of supplies that had to be scavenged. While the city began to mend itself, however, there was the issue of fresh-produce. The planet had already been nearing its wits end, and with the destruction caused by Meteor, the planet had expended much of its energy to survive. Even though the planet could now rejuvenate and heal, it would be a long while before one could find a blade of grass, much less fresh vegetables or a flower for that matter. Such things were becoming a commodity. Strife Delivery-- a name dubbed by the skilled bartender of Midgar. Ever resourceful and a businesswoman at heart, Tifa had opened a new bar along with a delivery business in the hopes of giving Cloud purpose. The business had started off slow, but it was expected for a town that was struggling to get back on its feet. Cloud began to become quite busy, rarely staying home for more than a few days. Denzel and Marlene were fantastic helpers, but there was only so much they could do. With the stress of the business, trying to care for the children, worrying over Cloud, and still recovering from all that had happened in the past few weeks, it had all begun to weigh the young bartender down. She was a strong woman in many ways. But she wasn't made of steel. Some days were harder than others. It was on such a day that an old friend walked into the bar. Perhaps he had sensed his friend's plight. Or he needed something. He wasn't the type to just come over to visit and make small talk. Vincent was a man of few words, though plentiful in action when there was a need. The soft clinking of metal buckles and armor could be heard, footsteps crossing the threshold of the humble Seventh Heaven bar.

"Heard you could use a hand or two," the stoic gunslinger explained himself as he stood in the center of the new bar. It was rather quaint, but it had the thoughtful touch, unique to Tifa. Vincent had never seen their first bar before the plate collapsed. This was his first time in Seventh Heaven. Vincent briefly took in the scenery. But it wasn't necessarily the aesthetics that he was looking at. "...Seems a bit empty," Vincent mused metaphorically. The room was a reflection of Tifa's heart; something Vincent could sense all too keenly.

[the-heroines-of-thedas]

Starter for @valorcorrupt

Blood magic. Evaline still couldn’t believe that Jowan had used blood magic to escape the Circle. They had been friends for as long as she could remember, and she was struggling to come to terms with the fact that he had betrayed her. Just as hard to stomach, was the fact that she had put so much faith in him, that she never questioned him once when he asked her to help him and Lily to run away together. She had so naively put her life on the line for friendship and love.

As she packed what few things she could carry with her to Ostagar, she fought to keep her tears at bay. She was never the sort to break the rules. In fact, she had been a model student at Kinloch Hold since day one. It didn’t suit her to rock the boat, but the one time she did… She knew better than to do what she had done.

Making her way back down through the tower to meet Duncan and the other Grey Warden recruit that had accompanied him, she could hardly stand the eyes on her. She could imagine the whispers that traveled throughout the hold, spreading the news like wildfire. News of any sort always did in the Circle.

When she reached the large double doors that led to the outside world, she drew in a deep breath and put on her bravest face. She’d already had a good cry, and sulking wouldn’t do her any good. From now on, she was going to continue putting her best foot forward, and maybe someday she’d pay for the mistake she made.

As Duncun made parting conversation with Knight Commander Greagoir and First Enchanter Irving, Evaline stood adjacent to the young woman that would be departing with them. Nervously chewing the inside of her cheek, she glanced her way and offered a timid smile.

“Remind me your name?” she finally spoke up after a moment. “Duncan introduced you earlier, but I’m having trouble recalling. Today has been… It’s been overwhelming.”

[aamaranthiine]

( @draconxs liked for a starter~ )

Trumpets bray and drums beat, a rising exaltation through the dense woodland that startles birds and sends beasts scurrying to their dens. Banners and bells held by men astride horses, the steel-bright flash of swords catching dappling sun through the trees. Dogs scatter and add to the cacophony of noise, howls caught by the wind to fill the air with frenzied energy. The Hunt had been called for again - a fifth time now - its magnificence and flamboyance all for the glory of their prize.

Four times hence the men had been sent out into the wilds of Wano Country in search of a living fable. Only twice had they glimpsed the white flanks of their quarry yet it drove them into a fervor. The promise of fame, of power and recognition - the legends of wishes granted and lives long lived spurred them on even through the failures. (There is too, underneath, the threat of retribution for another defeat.) They gathered such splendor, as tales bespoke only the most opulent displays could lure their prey close enough to be caught.

Amalthea thought it all quite ostentatious, truthfully. Perhaps that is the appeal of it? A Hunt so grandiose and sublime that she could not resist but watch its procession wreathed in shade and elusive magic. She had dared to be spotted enough to keep them slavering for another glimpse of her. Unicorns, after all, were said to steal some part of man that had always been missing. Make that empty, hollow sliver of them ache and throb with desperate want.

She could never say if it is true or not but she does have a reason for inciting such frenzy. It was all to draw out the esteemed King of Beasts himself. The unicorn could never truly be caught by the lavish Hunt but she knew, if she evaded them long enough, her opportunity would show itself. So she watched from afar as the cavalry with their banners and instruments, and the dogs fled from the mere whisper of her presence, waiting to see if this might be the day.

[fereldensheroesa]

@recitedemise liked for a Durge!

The group was an odd one, so far, but it wasn't as if she could claim to be any better. Nimue had asked each of the others as she met them if they'd begun to suffer any... memory loss... since the tadpole. Not a single soul, apart from Shadowheart who had chosen to forget. Still, she was curious. She wouldn't mention the thoughts, not yet. Gods, she wouldn't mention those. But she did have questions. And so the elf had plopped herself outside of Gale's tent. He was far more approachable that Lae'zel and seemed knowledgeable.

"Do the tadpoles cause nausea and headaches?" The words were probably not the best to start with, but they tumbled from her. She didn't know how to backtrack, so she progressed. "It would make sense, right? It's something in your brain."

[councillor-roland]

Ah, heat week. Roland quite enjoyed the occurrence twice a year at Krovs undoubtedly because he didn't have to go through it himself. His libido was high enough as it was, he didn't need it amped up anymore. There was a certain frenzy in the air during the week and people got up to even more debauchery than usual. That suited Roland just fine. Things with Rhys were still moving at a rather glacial pace but even if they'd returned to how things had been during the summer Roland would still have been taking advantage of the week. The slaves, especially, were in quite a state and the Undercroft wreaked of sex and pheromones. There wasn't much messing around or pretending at resistance when a slave was in heat, they just needed and wanted so desperately and Roland was happy to oblige.

He found himself looking for a likely candidate and his gaze fell on...what was his name, Roman? That was it, the one Rhys had begged him not to condemn since he'd been wrong about him during that trial. The vote still hadn't gone the right way but Roland had tried, not that the slave knew anything about that. Still, Roland could tell the familiar was in heat and strode over to him. "Hello. You look like you could use some relief. Perhaps I could be of assistance?" His eyebrows arched and his eyes glittered. It was a slight tease because they both knew Roland definitely could be of assistance but the vampire couldn't seem to help poking the wound just a little.

@familiarxroman

[talesofourworlds]

@blackstardiopside liked for an Aegis birthday starter!

"Excuse me."

"I'm sorry, I know this is out of the blue. I was hoping perhaps you'd be able to assist me with locating a bakery since I'm not familiar with this part of town," Aegis said. He hadn't been living in that part of town for very long, so naturally he was unfamiliar with where to go. Google Maps hadn't been all that helpful, either. So turning to a stranger was his best bet.

Of course, Aegis was aware that a stranger might be a little more sympathetic if they understood his reasoning. It might have sounded pathetic, but he needed to explain. He owed her that much, didn't he?

"It's my birthday, so... since I'm afraid my baking expertise is nonexistent, this is the next best thing. Can you help, ma'am?"

[schattenmagier]

[ Locked in a Room // Accpeting! ]

@fishermcn asked:

[PACING]: Back and forth, back and forth, the ragged crow of a man paces back and forth. Between his restless hands sit the innards and casing of a soon-to-be bomb, clanking and clonking against one another as Soot fiddles with the thing distractedly. Every so often his pacing takes him back over to the table they've used to plan this little co-operative venture, flinty eyes glancing over the marks they've made for patrols and the best places to slip past them... before trotting off to continue wearing a hole in the floor. It's about another minute before Soot finally gives up the ghost with a raspy sigh and a glance spared towards Lilli. "Sure we can't blow'm to bits? Assassinatin' him, burnin' the place down, same difference ain't it?"

The thief watches Samuel like a hawk as he so restless paced around the room. Again and again. It was so different from her more calm behavior. And it somehow annoyed her in a way. Why did she needed to work with him anway? Could they have not hired only her to kill that target? Apparently not. Or their client simply didn't trusted that one person was capable enough for this job. Who knows. But one thing was clear, she did had to deal with having a 'partner' for this job. Now the woman just hoped he was as good as she was told.

Lilli then let's out a low sigh when the man spoke again. Either he wanted to get over this job as soon as possible, or he simply wanted to blow something up. And while that sure would be an easy way to kill their target AND everyone else who was around, it wasn't exactly the most subtile way. And not what their client wanted...

" I am very sure we can't do that... Our client said we should just kill one guy... "

A moment passes, and she looks at the map with the markings again. Perhaps using his experience with bombs could still be useful. So, why not including it? It might be not her style, but perhaps it will satisfy him.

" While I prefer my way for an assassination, you can blow something up as a distraction I suppose... Would that be satisfying for you? "

Lilli proposed to Sam, while glancing at the man with her usual blank expression... Or perhaps there was a hint of annoyance to find in the way she looked at him.

" If you blow the whole place up, we surely would attract to much unneeded attention... "

[infiniitefrequency]

@redheadarcher liked for a Spider-Girl starter:

She’s not impulsive. May is definitely not impulsive, or irrational. She doesn’t act before thinking. She is very calculated, slow, methodical. Not at all like her father.

She doesn’t see a crackling purple and green energy source open in the middle of downtown, and jump into action, no of course not. She waits for the Fantastic Five to get involved, the Sorcerer Supreme, the Avengers.

You’d think a spacial rip in the fabric of the multiverse would be more, cozy. But it’s all lightning, gas, and a huge void of screams. Her screams, others, or maybe just hers echoed over time and infinity, looped.

Light at the end of the tunnel would be nice, so she webbed for the first fissure in the conduit she could. Web shot out first, before pulling the red and blue clad spider out of the aperture on the other side, closing behind her.

Wherever this other side was.

“Ow.”

Whatever she landed on at what was definitely over 50 miles per hour, hurt.

[wastheheart]

“ you’re the only thing that makes sense right now. everything else is just— the world is so loud. and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here. ”

@doctrcullen (thank you!)

They've barely spoken the whole day. It's been another day of training, another day of sparring all for the chance to make it through the moment Victoria and her newborns make landfall in Forks.

Esme, so wrapped up in her own thoughts—terrified more about the townsfolks' lives than her own—can't help but start at Carlisle's voice. She must ensure she doesn't do that on the field; she will be dead before she knows it otherwise.

A hand comes to thread through messy curls, kiss curls framing her face having come loose from the hairband otherwise holding her hair back. A moment later, her features soften with a smile although her lingering anxiety makes it harder than usual to come by. With Carlisle, things come so easily, but not today. Not since Alice's vision and the first reports coming out of Seattle.

Eventually her hand drops so fingers can link with his. Jasper and Edward are fighting. It's easier to be honest and vulnerable when the empath and mind-reader can't pick up on said honesty and vulnerability. They don't need worry clouding their judgement, no-one does.

"And I will never go anywhere." She squeezes his hand, swallowing her impending doom down and away.

She can't know if she's being truthful. The last time he might ever see her alive is on the battlefield.

"I love you, amore mio."

[neverendinqs]

✘ — @acourtcfmuses | liked this and requested a starter from alexis to silver

"Come on, are you serious?" She started, very much feeling like pouting now. Something she sure was going to do if Silver stuck to her answer. "You can't cancel on me again, Sil. At some point you have to live a little and now is just the right time. Trust me."

[neverfittedin]

@kookheir asked: are you staring at my lips?

"SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS

Eyebrows rose in brief surprise, not expecting the other to even pay attention to him. Granted, it was unavoidable when everyone else who had been engaged in the previous conversation left to get themselves some more to drink. Nick usually refrained from attending any parties these days, yet had seen no harm in tagging along to this one. For the most part he had remained silent and had dared examining the other's face who had caught him red handed. Instead of denying the action, the Clark kept cool and shrugged, letting a smile form on his lips. "Possibly. That a problem to you if I did?"

[honorhearted]

@annewept continued from (x)

The air was thick with smoke and gunpowder, the scent ever-present and part of Benjamin's every moment -- waking or sleeping, he could always smell or taste the lingering presence of war -- and as he gazed upon the crumpled woman at his feet, there was almost a disconnect in seeing her there. Women and children were supposed to be protected at all costs, and yet somehow, this important truth had twisted into a near-impossibility. There was no protecting anyone. Not anymore.

All across the surrounding land, red and blue alike laid strewn in death, painting the snowy canvas with their blood. It had been the tragic result of Benjamin's men encountering her men amidst their latest reconnaissance mission. Neither side had truly garnered any time to ready a proper attack before muskets were drawn.

Genuflecting, it was then he noticed the royal crest pinned to her cloak. A part of Benjamin grew dismayed that his first response was elation -- that rather than showing concern about another human being, he'd learned to view people as chattel and bargaining pieces. W.ashington could use her, and therefore, the Cause could use her.

Finally, he offered, "There is no such thing as a gentle war. If we could win by words and knowledge alone, I would gladly trade in my musket for a quill." Following her gaze toward her husband -- the king -- a tightening formed along Benjamin's jaw and he nodded. "Perhaps your luck is only beginning," he said.

It was a lie said in deluded kindness, perhaps, but at the same time, Benjamin couldn't imagine Anne having a warm and loving marriage when royal bonds were so rarely made out of love. Embittered, he held out a hand to her, offering her aid in rising. "I'm going to take you back with me to camp," he announced -- it was a statement, not a request. "I do not wish to harm you, madam. As long as you show us cooperation, we will show you nothing but cooperation in return."

Appraising her more carefully, he added, "Are you badly injured? Can you withstand riding on horseback?"