#Plotted starter

[xthedevilyouknowx]

Like Gasoline || Plotted Starter

Ryat's boots scuffed across the floor as he made his way over to the bar. He'd order a whiskey, and likely nurse it all night. He wasn't here for the drinks. It all tasted like ash on his tongue anyway.

He was here to hunt, looking for a good high. It had been weeks since he'd killed.... Not on purpose, but Envy had punished him, keeping him locked up. Something about teaching him a lesson. It was obvious it didn't stick. It never did. She doled her punishment, and in days he'd be back to his same shit, not caring what she wanted of him most of the time. In a way, his free spirit was also why he thought he was her favorite. Sometimes it paid off.

Once his drink was ordered, he leaned against the bar, humanistic hazel hues landing here and there on the faces of several humans, probing gently into their minds, seeking out their thoughts, their fears.... who's soul would taste sweetest on his tongue.

As his drink was set before him, he looked down, the fella just down the bar was making a note on his hand when something happened that hadn't happened in several years.... not since he was human. A single word popped up on his palm. A name.

Damian.

Demons didn't have souls... so how the hell did he still have a soulmate? It had been so long since he'd noticed anything pop up. A part of him thought after he offed himself that he'd put an end to the possibility just like he'd put an end to everything else. So far as he remembered and admittedly, his memory of his human years had been hazy. he'd only ever written one note on his skin. It was to the one he was sure was sitting next to him. It hadn't been so much out of guilt. He didn't feel that even in his old life. It was more... obligation, he supposed. Thinking he was going to take himself away from them for eternity.

I'm sorry... hate me if you need to.

He still wanted to hunt, but it could wait. His interest was piqued. Getting to his feet and moving the few spaces between them, he addressed the other, hazel eyes on him as he turned his hand over, letting him see the single word on his palm in their own handwriting.

"Who's Damian?"

@forgottenxarchangel

[ahelluvahigh]

It was snowing outside. At least for one city block, it was snowing, in Hell, in July.

Fortunately, something similar happened last year. Something about Christmas in July.

...But this snowfall was not born from a desire to spark joy, no, this snowfall came from a distressed young Goetia pacing about in her bodyguard's apartment because she couldn't go home-- not until she killed her chambermaid for apparently giving out her every action and word to Baal... and then renounced her title to her father in order to escape whatever prison-marriage Baal had planned to keep her compliant.

An image flashed inside her mind, and she stopped her frantic pacing... if only long enough to glare at the small dragon perched on the back of a miserable looking sofa.

"No. I'm not sicking another king on my father."

Again, the same image flashed, this time accompanied by the words that swirled around in her mind whilst she was in that carriage.

...Mother and father rave about King Paimon almost to the point of worship, yet they rarely speak of Baal.

The princess sighs-- an act which causes a layer of frost to coat the sofa.

... Perhaps it can't hurt... so long as she stresses that this is entirely her idea, and that she has every intention of cutting all ties with her father once this is said and done.

A wave of her hands conjures parchment and paper, and she settles herself on the island that separates the tiny kitchen from the living room in order to write.

Your Grace, I request a moment of your time to discuss the rumors growing from our latest mystery. If you see no reason to discuss such matters, please do not take time from your duties to respond. - With all due respect, Delphine.

Another sigh incases the poor hellhound's refrigerator in ice as she seals the letter and places it in the mouth of her tiny messenger.

"Don't make a nuisance of yourself," she warns as a tiny portal opens, and the glassy messenger flies through.

@avispatr

[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.

[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.

[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.

[xthedevilyouknowx]

Love Like Poison || Closed Starter

Pain was blossoming in the hunter's chest as her blood stained the snow she was laying on a deep shade of crimson. It wasn't unusual for her to go in hunts alone. In fact, most of her life these days she spent in the solace of her own company. Working with others meant getting attached, and getting attached meant she had something, or rather someone, else to lose.

In the moment though, she'd wished she'd called Micah or Dean for backup. It had been a terrible, awful idea to take on a family of ghouls on her own. She'd known it from the start, but there was a reason Pride wanted her she supposed. She'd been convinced he creatures couldn't best her.

Now though, they were gone, no trace of them save for their quickly fading footprints in the snow, and the stench of rotting flesh and death they left behind. She was sure they intended to come back later and collect her body. Another meal to drag back to the graveyard they took residence in.

Mustering all the strength she could, she did her best to drag herself toward the road, praying to a God she'd once believed in that someone... anyone would find her before darkness and the haze of comfort it falsely provided took her over, forcing her into unconsciousness.

@trickstersintime

[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...."

[nevertem]

[lithiumwolff]

Muse: Gage Kendrick - 25-33yrs - Bisexual

Connection: Best Friend, Lover (best friends to lovers even) Up to you?

Plot: Gage accidentally commits to babysitting his friend's sister's kids and calls your muse for help.

Gage sounded out of breath when he called. You could hear kids yelling in the background. “Hey please don’t hang up. I need help. I messed up.” A loud crash came through the phone. He winced. “That wasn’t me. I said yes to babysitting for a friend. I didn’t know it was three kids. One’s crying, one’s sticky, and one’s trying to kill me with darts.”

[tantegel]

Haikyuu-bu!! LINE Stickers [1/?]

[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.