#Plotted starter

[sabers-and-other-ocs]

@voxuli Yeong and Hei Ran

Yeong and Hei Ran were certainly happy to be reunited, even if it was in Hell. However as Ran learned more about how life works for many Sinners, including for her brother, she was sure to steer clear in dealing with making any kind of deal with anyone though spent a lot of free time going with Yen to the TV studio when he needed to go to work. She wanted to learn as much as she could about who owned her brother's soul and how she could potentially get it back.

For now though she lurked and stayed out of the way as most of the time it was pretty standard sets, staff and treatment for normal shows, Dramas, Soap Operas, Comedies that reminded her of some when they were alive.

She had heard rumor that the big boss of the studio may be visiting for a routine progress check on some of the shows being filmed. Yeong thought little of it, he was used to it but Ran hasn't been in Hell but six months and only recently began tagging along so she was curious.

[mcuntainbcrn]

@ever-winter [plotted starter]

Another day, another branch springing forth - no doubt her forebears would be proud at her efforts to uphold the integrity of their family’s business, but how disappointed would they be if they knew the reality…that she saw such endeavors as a mere tools to further her own aims at vengeance? …then again, given the creed of her bloodline, perhaps this too would be a source of pride.

Plain clothes today - those that knew, knew better than to so much as give her a passing glance as she oversaw the case displays and the arrangements of the glimmering gemstones in their settings, no doubt the sight would be dazzling to most, but it was really all mathematical to her, a mere front to entrance and draw in those who sought out tokens of love, honor and self indulgence.

The soft open would be tomorrow, the grand opening next week, and no doubt those on her list of targets would also wind up clients - of any plausible outcome, this was the one that threatened to put a smile on an otherwise lifeless face; scarred fingers grazed the squared shape in her back pocket as she moved towards the back of the salon and out the rear exit, pulling the carton loose and shaking up a single cigarette, moving to light the cherry when a dull roar made her pause.

So much screaming…why? Where was it coming from?

Casually, she meandered to the edge of the alleyway that led to the main drag, noting a lone figure sprinting away from a throng of shrieking women - all this over one person? …they didn’t seem angry at them, no - if anything, they seemed enthused to the point of almost appearing feral - how irritating.

Best to get rid of the source and lead the crowd away before her workers wound up distracted and scratching the new glass display cases; she waited, silently and perhaps a bit too comfortably, cigarette still held lightly between her lips as she seized the moment of opportunity and darted a hand out to close around the wrist of this wild mob’s prey, dragging him behind her, through the door and closing it behind them.

Her freehand rose to her lips to indicate he be quiet for a mere beat, plucking a card from the counter and pressing it into his hand as she removed her jacket and sunglasses, briefly exposing the scar cleaving through her right eye as she slid them on to his face and quickly exchanged the garment she removed for the coat he currently wore, patting down the pockets quickly and lifting the wallet, keys and phone from them and setting them down beside him, “Exit out the front, call that number in a few days - your belongings will be returned to you then.”

Without another word, slipping the coat on and lifting the hat off his head, she twisted her hair up until it fit securely beneath as she ran back out the rear exit and into the corridor - she had been feeling a touch cooped up anyway so she might as well get a jog in; as soon as she was on the street, she whistled sharply between her teeth, drawing the crowds attention as she broke out into a run, leading them off, still screaming their heads off, repeatedly yelling a name that kept becoming a distorted mess.

‘I swear - I don’t think I’ll ever understand fan culture.’

[willedwoods]

@wrongtrain

How long had it been? How many months had passed since he abandoned his post in Gear Station? Not like it was something he willingly took, he agreed but his hands we tied. Emmet was going to leave whether he said he'd take over the Subway Boss position or not. There was even a high chance the keys would be sitting on his doorstep when he left his apartment the next day. His kindness and passiveness taken advantage of one last time.

But he caved. Despite his best efforts to convince his boss he wasn't fit for the job, his knowledge of trains and how the subway actually ran from a business perspective and just in general. Of course there were plenty of people that worked alongside Emmet and could take on the technical aspect of things-- He never wanted to stand out or be in change of things, Alex had been happy just coming to work everyday and battling.

That simple and steady lifestyle was ripped out from under him. The massive amount of paperwork that had already been piling up, Even with his help before Emmet ran away in search of Ingo. Everyone's eyes on him. The people who spoke behind Emmet's back now directed to him, despite being relatively well liked before this-- People always needed someone to direct their frustrations to. The forced smiles to passengers became more and more common. Maybe this was why they both threw on such a performative personality at the station--

Dark eyes turned from the side of the volcano to the challenger approaching when he heard footsteps against metal, dragging him from his thoughts. Thankful for the distraction from things he wanted to forget, regrets of running away just like Emmet who he felt betrayed by. No one blamed him for fleeing, right? The only people who even knew where he went were his parents, apologizing over and over to them while on the boat to Orre, he didn't even say good bye to their faces.

His face still somewhat obscured by the Subway Boss hat that had been specifically made for him by Elesa at Emmet's request. Though he wasn't made until several weeks after his boss departed. White, like Emmet's though the usual red-brown band was replaced with a black, Gear station emblem removed, kept safely at home, for some reason he couldn't bring himself to actually toss it. Somewhere deep down hoping that maybe the twins would be reunited and he could be welcomed back and forgiven.

A vile feeling sank to the pit of his stomach when the challenger finally came into clearer view, he couldn't mistake him for anyone else-- Except his brother perhaps but it was him. Why was he here? Why was he in Orre? There was a time long before the former Subway Boss left in search of Ingo he had told him about Celebi residing in Orre, but Celebi wasn't--- His eyes glanced to the Friend Ball attached to his belt, obscured by his long white and black coat, It wasn't supposed to be on Mt. Battle. And it wasn't like they were near the bottom, it took not just skill but time to make it up here.

Alex wanted to scream, He wanted to run up to his previous employer and hit him as hard as he could, but feet didn't move from the far side of the large red 77. Instead he just reached for two pokeballs, pressing the buttons on the front and having them enlarge in his shaky hand. He wasn't one for physical violence but he was going to hit him with everything he had, Make him feel every bit of frustration he had being left all alone. Sleepless nights full of stress and confusion. Weeks where he didn't even leave the station, opting to just sleep at the desk or office sofa. All of his effort, all of the work he was putting in, and what he thought was allowing Emmet to find Ingo-- He was off playing! Taking an extended vacation.

"Congratulations on making it this far, but your tracks will be ending here I'm sorry to say! Now, Begin!"

He shouted from across the platform, his phrasing still remaining from his time as a Subway Boss. The pokeballs thrown into the air releasing Meganium and Volcarona.

[agentsanders]

@mr-tony-stark

A door opened, and a big metal dog walked out of the room and stopped as it saw Tony.

The robot was larger than any normal dog. It had the size of a lion and appeared completely robotic with its metal skin and led eyes. But the robots movements were far from robotic; they were smoth and easy exactly like the one of a real living dog. It even tilted his head a little to the side as it scanned Tony before it walked past the Avenger and down the hallway.

[flameandindifference]

@lucifertxt

It not had been very long since the boy had been brought down to Hell, home where he belonged. Only two and a half, the child had adapted rather well and had taken his demon form upon arriving. It wasn't too difficult, considering that he had been struggling to keep it contained anyway. The Prince was relatively well-adjusted, quiet and playful.

And very attached to his Father.

Wherever Lucifer was, there was a good chance his son had followed after him with exactly zero prompt to do so and was eager to participate in whatever the King of Hell was doing. It was news that had rocked Hell for months, shock and surprise there was another royal child at all.

But news tended to travel and often reached ears it were better off never reaching.

A fact made clear by the rather curt and clear letter that had ended up on Lucifer's desk, bearing golden handwriting.

Heaven wanted a meeting. Urgently.

Lucius, while young, is quick to notice his father walk past him looking rather serious and even anxious. His guardians, Razz and Tazz, share a look as the child calls after him confusedly.

"Papa...?"

Where was he going?

[silverxwords]

@tacticturn liked x for a starter!

These days... These days there wasn't much for Megatron to do. Certainly, he'd limited access to the datanet, and his holoscreen worked-- but he couldn't reach out to anyone, and all incoming messages were screened.

He read. He read a lot. Watched Cybertron rebuild itself from the windows of his cell apartments. He wrote. He deleted what he wrote. The guards brought his rations weekly; he didn't try to talk to them, and after a while, they started to pay him less mind as well.

The War was over. He'd been defeated, and the proof of that was the lack of any sort of arms or weaponry, the stasis clip around one wrist. He could take it off, if he wanted to. Probably.

[delightindarkness]

Matt had never intended for Wanda to come home with him the first time....and he hadn't expected it the second. Now, though, he couldn't get enough of the woman curled up next to him in his bed.

Sightless eyes fluttered closed as his lips caressed her skin, kissing and gently nipping over her chest before moving lower.

"I'm gonna make sure there's not a single part of you that is going to be untouched by me," he breathed against warm flesh. One hand held him up as the other splayed over her thigh.

@hcxcd

[respondedinkind]

Plotted starter for @noblehcart (McCoy)

There's no sting left behind on his skin, no puncture wound, nothing that could tell an unknown eye about what has happened a short while ago. Yet it itches, just a bit, and Khan finds himself idly scratching along the material of his black shirt; He stops the motion as soon as it happens, then folds his hands onto the small of his back.

Time seems to go by even slower when held behind bars... or rather, a plain transparent wall of matter that won't let him through. He eyes it, as he has done before, spotting the ghost of his own reflection before his blue eyes focus on what's behind - an empty room. Equipped with cameras and security systems as well as two armed security guards waiting on the other side of the closed door.

The silence is deafening, almost. Khan usually prefers it, having peace and quiet surround him, but it feels maddening at this point, even though his appearance does not reflect it. At least not obviously so - he does press his lips together occasionally, allows his jaw to work a bit, accompanied by nostrils flaring as he in- and exhales, the scent of metallic compounds and plastic heavy within his nose.

He knows someone is heading for him before the person even opens the secured door; So he does not flinch when it happens, his blue eyes already taking in the sight of the one he's met before once the unknown yet familiar man is lifting his own gaze.

He could, but Khan chooses not to say a word. He simply stares at who must be the doctor of this ship; He's taken the blood sample before, after all, and seems to be close to the Captain as well as that Vulcan he's spotted a moment or two ago. The color of his shirt also reveals a few things in that regard, but Khan doesn't really mind about such things.

What he is interested in, however, is what will be coming next. He knows his blood isn't ordinary, it's not even human, so there's that. If that doctor currently standing at the opposite side of that transparent wall is at least somewhat talented at his job, he must have realized such by now.

So Khan waits - curious about what's going to happen next. Because something is going to happen, he knows that much.

[oifrit]

[ BREAK  IN ]

"Fuck." Clive cursed under his breath. The event was highly-guarded, their family and friends-of being highly wealthy and from all different walks of the political sphere. If anyone wished to steal a moment with the Rosarian upper-crust now was the time. And he was on the outside thanks to a purposeful mix-up with his mother. She had given him the wrong details, likely with the intention of making him look bad for having missed Joshua's birthday.

Present in hand and not one to simply take a kick laying down, Clive's mind was already ticking. He shrugged off his jacket and shed his tie. Like this he looked somewhat like one of the caterers and he knew damn well the casual look would be a thorn in his mother's side. Even better.

With all of the confidence in the world he strolled as though he was meant to be there. Because he absolutely was. But in doing so, he bumped arms with another. The man looked like he might actually be from the catering company. "... running late too, huh?" Hopefully he wouldn't be outed before he even set foot in front of security.

[the-last-doppelganger]

@mystictragedies asked : “We were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle.” ( no humanity!stefan)

"Were we?" The question falls easily from Elena's lips, something sharp twisting in her heart as she hears the hopelessness of his words. "Because that isn't how I see us Stefan." Her voice becomes softer as she walks towards him, closing the space between them in a few short steps. Her hand finds his jaw of its own violation, thumb stroking along his cheekbone.

"Because we've done this before. We've fought this before, and I have faith in us. I have faith in you. What Klaus did you is horrible, but I know you'll break through it. We're not doomed Stefan, you've saved me more times than I can count, and I don't care what I have to do, I won't just abandon you. I won't just leave you because I don't think we're a lost cause. I think we're just in over our heads right now, but I know things will get better, they have to."

Because she doesn't know what she'll do if they don't. She's already lost so many people, already seen so many people die (for her), that she can't lose Stefan. She won't. The most important thing though, is that whenever he allows his humanity to flood back in, he'll be plagued by guilt by everything he's done. Everything Klaus made him do, and she had no intentions of leaving when he might need her.

[turn-n-bxrnin-bxrrels]

@glitchedxout {Plotted Starter~!}

How long had it been since she'd had a steady home? Daisy couldn't remember. The last she knew, she'd been out on a ride with her precious friend, the wonderful little black hedgehog who'd once been her best friend. Yet the next, she had been put onto a trailer and from there, she never saw him again.

Over the last four years, she'd been passed from one person to the next, from sale to sale, and now there she was again. Back in the crowded auction yards with many other horses. Some old, some young and some screaming and frightened.

And so, there she stood, in a pen surrounded by many other pens filled with horses. She looked quite different than she had, all that time ago. Instead of a healthy, shiny coat, her fur was caked with mud and her mane and tail remained tangled and matted, and she was thin and exhausted. Gone was the happy, energetic spirit that once lived with in her, now she was nothing more than a shattered tool, cast aside and unwanted by those who had once sat astride her back.

As she stood in silence within the middle of the pen, her eyes closed as if that would somehow take her away from this place, she couldn't help but think back to the days she had shared with Shadow, teaching him how to ride and going out on trail rides and adventures. Where was he now, she wondered. Had he found another horse to ride? Or was he somewhere else entirely? She supposed she may never know.

[pleinsdemuses]

Plotted starter for @thechiyonosakenyc

In the quiet solitude of the room, Sarah finds herself alone with her father's best friend, a man she's grown unexpectedly close to, despite the unspoken boundaries that loom between them. She didn't mean to fall for him, the man her father considered as his brother. He had known her for a long time but it's only recently that she developed true feelings for him. She's always found him attractive, he was an handsome man and she was a teen but now she was an adult and aware of her decisions and the complications their relationship could create.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for a conversation that she wishes she could avoid. She steps closer, her eyes locked with his, searching for some sign that he might relent. "I know it's complicated, but what we have is real. We can't choose who we fall for, and I can't just turn off my feelings for you...."

[codedeargentmoved]

@beautifulnigtmare

An annoying beeping sound raged inside her head. Allison awoke inside a hospital room. She flickered her eyes open to her surroundings. The beeping was coming from her iv machine that need to be reset. The movement from her arm set it off.

The nurse wasn't expecting to find her awake. Mrs. McCall was the first person she saw that she knew. She remembered the woman's face. The last thing she did remember was nearly getting struck by the sword of an oni spirit. According to Mrs. McCall the huntress was in a coma for a few years.

Allison first had to go through some personal memory questions to make sure she didn't have amnesia. She was happy to see her father's bright blue eyes once again. The presence of Scott entering her hospital room. A small smile spread across her face. "Scott."

[nevertem]

[b1gtimerush]

lights, camera, action! a collection of scenarios / plots from yours truly.

amnesia. one of our characters loses most of their memories.

bodyswap. both of our characters swap bodies.

co-parent. both of our characters suddenly have to raise a child together.

dream. one of our characters visits the other in a dream.

earth. both of our characters find each other on post-apocalyptic earth.

flashback. both of our characters are stuck in the past.

flashforward. both of our characters are stuck in the future.

greencard. one of our characters marries the other for a green card.

groundhog. both of our characters are stuck in a time loop.

haunt. one of our characters is dead and haunting the other.

ink. one of our characters writes/draws the other into existence.

investigate. one of our characters is hired to investigate the other.

job. one of our characters will do anything for a pay-check, the other hires them for an odd job.

kin. one of our characters meets an alternate universe version of the other.

language. one of our characters has been cursed to speak nonsense, somehow the other is the only one who can understand them.

magnetic. both of our characters are magically magnetised to each other.

number. one of our characters is in trouble and was given the number of the other to call if they needed help.

ogre. one of our characters turns into an ogre at night.

possession. one of our characters meets the other while possessing someone else's body.

quest. both of our characters set off on an adventure/journey together.

rescue. one of our characters saves the other from danger.

resurrect. one of our characters comes back from the dead.

sleepwalk. one of our characters always sleepwalks to where the other is.

taken. one of our characters finds the other after they've been kidnapped.

transplant. 'where's my boyfriend?' 'who do you think gave you the heart?'

urgent. one of our characters is injured, the other is their emergency contact.

vegas. both of our characters wake up married after a drunk night in vegas.

wish. one of our characters makes a wish and the other shows up as a result.

x-ray. one of our characters develops x-ray vision, the other is the only person they can't see through.

yeehaw. both of our characters are in the wild wild west.

zing. both of our characters are struck by lightning and can now sense each other's thoughts and feelings.

[ppw-multimuse-hub]

To be honest, Evelyn did not belive that is all Lilith was doing. Not to mention the town-wide warnings about a killer on the loose the two had both been investigating for their jobs.

She waited out on the balcony on the darker side of the family home to watch where her sister was going before shifting herself and taking flight, now in the form of a red kite, staying back enough that she wouldn't be easily noticed by Lilith's keen ears or sense of smell.

When she caught sight of a man beginning to follow Lilith walking as a human she landed on a nearby building to observe. Evelyn wasn't worried about her sister's safety against one man, but did want to keep an eye out in case witnesses came along if she did actually have to defend herself.

Though as she watched she learned that Lilith set herself up as bait for this man. She considered stopping her but decided not to this time and approached after Lilith had mostly finished what she set out to do and landed in the alleyway to perch on a box, chirping to show that she was there.

A nightly walk.

Well, "walk" was a rather generous understatement of what she was doing, truthfully, but it was the best thing she could think of if anyone asked what she was doing. As her feet hit the cobblestone, Lilith's eyes immediately shifted back towards the window from which she'd slipped out of facing the alleyway. When no movement was seen, she was off.

The streetlamps were already aglow, dimly lighting the narrow streets on which she stalked. Her ears twitched every so often, listening carefully for footsteps to see if she was being followed. She kept her eyes on the lookout, trying desperately to spot her prey.

Male. Just short of six feet. Medium build. Fancies a single target instead of groups or pairs. Prefers to attack women but will target children as well if money can be gained.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the metallic click of a gun. Lilith had to fight off the smirk that threatened to tug at her lips as she turned and spotted him. He stepped out from the alley and held the gun in one hand, keeping it held up towards her face. "All right, love. Don't scream and I'll make this as painless as possible. Hand over your money first."

"Sir, I have to advise you of two things. One: don't call me love," she said, trying her best to keep her voice even.

"Aye? And what's number two, love?" he pressed, taking a step closer.

"Two: you couldn't have picked a worse target," Lilith growled. She darted towards him, one hand going towards his gun hand, pushing it up and away while the other grabbed him by the face as she pushed him back into the alley with her impressive strength. Lilith felt a bit of satisfaction as she saw horror start to dawn in his eyes as her form started to shift, becoming far taller and more canine.

@ppw-multimuse-hub