#I hope this starter is okay!

[clown-demon]

@demon-blood-youths

"My dear friend~! It's been a while since we've met~! I've gone through such CHANGES in my life, amazing ones~! I am married now and I worked for the Armed Detective Agency~! Neat, huh~?" Sure he wasn't able to kill freely like he used to... But Nikolai dealt with that by going to other lands to have some fun.

"How have you been, Shrika-chan~? Good, I hope~?"

[bejordan]

˖✩ — ( @bexsua )

the last few weeks had been very intense for the young male; intense with very disappointing results as for that matter. although he was somewhat free of stress, the idea of jewlery shopping would change his mood for the better. he had planned on replacing a few accessories for a while now, but never gave himself the chance to do so. now, he was able to reward himself of the opportunity with a new friend by his side.

𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍 thought a jewlery making shop would be the best for the duo to have a relaxing day — especially since they both share the same interest for their love of jewlery.

after their arrival to the shop and being greeted by the employees, they were then taken to a table. there were accessories and everything you could name available to let your mind roam free on the jewlery piece of your choice. it was definitely 𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍’s happy place and hope 𝐒𝐔𝐀 would enjoy it just as much.

“places like this full of cool jewlery will always leave your pockets very angry but it’s always so satisfying being here.” he joked.

[scmethingsweet]

❝ i'm fine , ❞ a soft sigh falls from fem's lips assuming that it was one of their friends coming to check on her after she had disappeared from the group for sometime now. esme had never realized just how hard it was going to be to pretend like nothing had changed between her and owen. ❝ i'll be back out to join everyone in a couple of minutes. ❞

|| Closed Starter || @heavenstrck ||

[jutulssuccessor]

Fjor was on a business trip in America when he crossed paths with a stunning woman. He'd been lounging around the pool area of a classy hotel when he saw her. Mustering up his courage, the heir of Jutul Industries approached the stranger. "Why is a beautiful woman like yourself all alone? I could spend time with you if you'd like some company." He reached up to rub the back of his neck and tried to exude confidence. @bhloodcbxrnh

[gorewebs]

if katherine had one thing then that's connections . finding one orphan's parents shouldn't be much of a challenge especially when said orphan holds the ticket to something this vampiress *𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 desires .

visiting new orleans was a risk even when klaus was ever so busy in mystic falls and the town's new management aka marcel made it extra complicated but hey , it's worth it ...

❝ will you trust me already ? ❞ coyness in her tone , transmitted through the phone call clear as day , mixed with reputation should make an affirmative answer difficult to utter and katherine knew that . ❝ i'm strutting around the french quarter as we speak , following a lead —❞ was that true ? well , it wasn't a lie just not the whole truth . ❝— now will you stop calling me every two seconds like an ex boyfriend that won't go away ? ❞

with enhanced hearing like theirs , the bells of an opening door can be heard as katherine enters a store . the hustle of new orlean's streets quietening down .

@fightforbetter

[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.

[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

[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.

[rachiqueen]

Timeline: 2024 November 23rd, Saturday, morning Location: CHATA Speciality Coffee, Bangkok Mood: Waving the white flag; he can't take it any more, he needs that vitamin D that only Aisoon can give him // but he's in a good mood to talk now // so yay for Aisoon? 🤣 Attire: See this post. He's in a more relaxed fit for a very important meeting with Aisoon, but is still looking cute With: @residentbadboy Music: Ice Queen by IVE

Rachi wasn't the type to get nervous easily. He had always been confident - perhaps even overly confident to those who had known him for years - since he was a child, and that wasn't something that was going to be easily changed about him. He was an extrovert who thrived on companionship and loved a fun atmosphere where he could laugh and dance freely, and just be his lively self. When he performed, Rachi wanted all eyes on him. He thrived on the attention, looked his audience straight in the face, exaggerated his movements - his natural environment, that only added to his confidence and self-assuredness.

It took a lot for Rachi to feel any differently. But, he was capable of thinking with his brain and not his heart - or dick - sometimes. They were rare and few, but they did exist. Now was one of them. Rachi had to talk himself into organising this meeting, the nervousness he felt not about why he was having it, but at the potential rejection. Because if it didn't go in the way Rachi hoped it would, he feared that he'd never be satisfied again.

And that's what it was all about for Rachi: feeling satisfied. Feeling good. Getting high in the most primal and natural way possible, in the form of sex that allowed him to explore his desires with a partner who matched him perfectly. Rachi had sworn off of love, but he could never swear off of sex - and there was one person who did it for him like nobody else could.

Aisoon. That escort. Who Rachi was waiting to meet with.

He had decided on CHATA café in Bangkok, since it was close to his studio and not too far from Aisoon's place, which he had visited the first time they had had sex. He was currently sipping an iced latte, scrolling through his phone and listening to the background music, occasionally glancing up at the entrance to see whether Aisoon had arrived. Rachi had to stop himself from bringing up their text message thread, knowing there was nothing new but hoping for some kind of indication that Aisoon was on his way or close by. He really, really needed to talk with him, about an idea that had been brewing in his head for the last couple of days regarding the kind of relationship he wanted to have with the escort.

Rachi sighed to himself, lying back on the couch he was seat at as he waited. He already knew what he was going to say. He was confident about it - but there was that nagging feeling there that Aisoon might not agree, and that was the only part of this meeting that he was nervous about. He would truly be out of options, if Aisoon wasn't on board.

Deciding that waiting around doing nothing was just making him more anxious, Rachi stood from his spot and sighed. He left his iced coffee on the table and glanced towards the door once more, no sight of Aisoon at all.

"Stupid, this is stupid," Rachi mumbled to himself.

Thinking that he should freshen up just in case, Rachi pocketed his phone and made his way to the restrooms.

[ssnowbunnii]

Closed starter for @gunslinginnhogtyin

Bunni's been here for a few days now, and she's kept herself busy! So far she's learned a few key things: the place she's in now is called Cadence, her home town seems to be gone, the gas station she'd appeared at had been abandoned for a ton of disappearances, and the internet was... different. What a weird thing to say, but it's true! Things that should've been there were just gone like they'd never even existed to begin with. And that didn't just happen, especially not on the internet of all things! And she's got a few working theories, too. Maybe this is some kind of dream? Or a hallucination. Maybe something powerful is warping reality? Or... maybe this is a different universe entirely, somehow!

She's so caught up in thought, headed into a nearby restaurant for lunch, that she runs face first into a stranger. And... makes him accidentally drop all his food. "Oh!" She reaches out on instinct to hold him by the arms, in order to steady him. "Agh, sorry, are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Her eyes flick down to the lost food. "Aaand... sorry about your lunch, too. How about you let me buy you a replacement?"

[fxckin-blackbeard]

A Stormy Evening

|| @pyramultimuse - Killian Jones ||

ᒥ🌟ᒧ—        A storm had been brewing, Edward knew it was coming the moment he went out to the stable to water and feed the horse that morning. The soft breeze, the eerie quiet in the trees, and one glance to the clouds in the sky he was certain. He was excited, truthfully. A wild storm brought him peace and calm. His time at sea taught him many men feared a storm, but never did Edward. Wild winds, unforgiving and ruthless waves, and unrelenting rain brought him nothing but a sense of belonging, as though the sea itself reflected his soul for what it was.

That evening, once the torrential rain and whipping winds had begun, he found himself slipping outside. Now, there he laid on the side of the fountain in the garden. One arm hung down in the fountain's water, swaying back and forth to feel the movement of the water against his skin. On his back, brown hues stare up at the grey clouds, Edward drifting off deep into his thoughts. Silver hair, dampened by the rain, splayed out over the marble, no longer able to be blown by the wind.

The man draws in a deep breath, taking in the scent of wet moss, leaves, and soil surrounding him. He can hear the sound of rain drops dancing on green leaves of the forest, only for the wind to whistle through mere moments later.

While he missed the soothing rock of the ship by swells, the creaking of old wood, and the smell of fresh salt on those wild winds, he had to admit enjoying a storm in the woods was nearly as soothing as it would be on the deck of the Queen Anne. It was certainly different, from sounds and smells, but it wasn't terrible.

Edward's head lulls to the side, and he watches rain disturb the surface of the fountain's water. It was no raging sea, but a look of calm and peace on his face said he didn't seem to care. And so, he'd happily enjoy the storm there on the fountain, arm lazily moving through the water as he continues to watch the downpour on the surface.

[quentafeanorians]

@thehealingfinwe

The lord of Himring strode through his fortress with haste, and with such expression upon his face none dared come too near, let alone interrupt his purpose. Those who saw him pass through the corridors tensed and wondered what ill news their lord must have heard, or what sights have seen, to put such stern frown upon his brow, to purse his lips into that thin of a line, to fill his step with such galled determination.

Maitimo did not slow down in his pursuit nor spoke a word to a single soul, not until he has reached his brother's room. He entered in a rude fashion, foregoing a knock or any warning, and swinging the door open with force. Thereupon his resolve wavered, an ugly tremor coursing across his body, and his expression crumbling to that of pain.

He slammed the door shut behind himself and collapsed to his knees in front of his brother.