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[burniingup]

Starter for | @moonhund

"Wow, you're a real actual member of The Hunting Dogs, aren't you? You have a sword on you and everything!" the young blonde asked excitedly.

For a girl who's been briefly involved with all sorts of dangerous people and groups over the last few years of her life, Yukari never fails to get excited over meeting someone she hasn't before. Especially someone from a side she isn't particularly familiar with.

"I've never had the pleasure of seeing one of you in person ever before! But I've heard such wonderful things."

Of course she's nervous talking to the man before her. Not only is he a Hunting Dog, but he does not look particularly friendly. But still curiosity far outweighs her fear.

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  hyunki  coming  thru for @seoulstreet !

            "  i'm  not  sober  enough  to  talk  about  this  right  now  .  .  you  have  to  wait  until  i  get  food  in  me  first.  "

[wildruns]

closed starter for @sourtimcs from nathan

"so... will i see you again?" he asked with a soft grin as he looked over at the other, "or you know... you can stay over for one more night, or however long you want." nathan traced a finger down their arm, taking hold of their hand before planting a kiss on their knuckles.

[brokenmagxc]

@lionheartedscout / starter call.

HIS SWORD LOWERS FROM THE OTHER'S NECK where it trembles as it falls, slowly but surely meeting the dusted ground with a soft clink. wide, wet eyes land onto blonde hair and light hues ( foreign, unfamiliar ). the pant on his lips becomes a soft huff in the silence between them.

there was nothing left. his whole life was set aflame off in the distance, with war raging between a heated battle of violence and blood. the iron kingdom's twin axes burned under dhalmekian advance, the men of the fist shoving sand down barbarian throats. the dominant was lost, the battle was waning. though blood was already spilt upon sand, staining beige in red the same way his tunic soaked in ichor from injury and anger. as the fighting began to die down, only panting and screaming remained.

arthur shifts to grab at an open wound, hoping the pressure would stave the bleeding of his side. his armor clamors and slides where it falls from him, torn apart like he had been attacked by wolves. the blasted crest of axe and anchor reveals itself from the forgotten steel ; he was ironblooded, and yet, those same men were now dead beside the pair, having been disposed through combined effort. if the stranger before him hadn't intervened, he would have surely died. and yet, would it have not been easier that way ??

his eyes flicker, the deep browns molding and moving, aether flowing under them in threat, but not in action. he is hurt, confused, abandoned, and though he is sure he looks like a cornered animal crawling on the ground as he had been, he had no other choice but to accept what fate was before him. blasted ; curse his kind heart and unwilling hands. feeble — no bloodlust reigned within him, only tired glances and gritted teeth. his voice rumbles as his lips part to speak, a deep tone hoarse in the dry air around them. then, finally: “ you're not dhalmekian. what — what are you doing here ?? ”

[kiigan]

starter call @heartsandwishes

ㅤOf all the things Itachi had expected/hoped to be surprised by after leaving his homeland behind, certainly ice cream had not made it to the initial list - yet here he was now, more than ready to revise his priorities. Not that ice cream, in and of itself, was anything that extraordinary, even. What with Wutai having been turned to the general tourist resort it was nowadays, exotic snacks made especially [and having a super expensive price tag slapped on them] for tourists could easily be found at every corner of the main streets.

This one was... peculiar, though. Salty, but also sweet.

ㅤ«Sea-salt, was it?» The title was appropriate, given the uncanny mix of flavors. In fact, it was making him curious enough to go and check the ingredients, later. Maybe even spare the time to learn the recipe. Once he returned home, he could try his hand at making some for his little brother. Glancing back at Xion, who'd so kindly introduced him to this tiny masterpiece, he smiled after another lick. «I can see why you were talking so highly of it.»

[thenten]

@onlyheartaches liked the Permanent Starter Call!

"Thanks a ton, pal, I really appreciate the assist." The creature says with gratitude, standing atop the ruined remains of the Sentinel the two had just defeated together- multitude of green eyes that adorned all parts of his body (except for his head) darting about over the massive robot, though two remain steadily faced at the other.

"No idea what this thing's problem was, it just jumped me out of nowhere! Who could I have possibly ticked off this much...?"

He questions audibly, kicking a bit of the robot that had been encased in ice, clearly unaware of the automaton's intended purpose, and even less why it had identified him as target for it.

[cosmicallybound]

     ❝   i   must   say,   what   a   brilliant   speech   you   gave,   darling.   ❞   the   witch's   applause   echoed   in   the   palace's   hallowed   halls   as   she   approached   heira,   supple   flesh   curled   into   a   bemused   smile.

@rustbriar | x

[mndstom]

closed one - liner for @redemptioninterlude

"Be quiet and stay very still."

[silverxone]

@gccdstories receives correspondence for Xaden

After their afternoon’s orders were given, Violet was quick to pivot on her heel and depart for the designated area where she was to meet Tairn. Already pulling her flight goggles into place, she could hear the crunch of gravel beneath Xaden’s boots as he followed after her, knowing Sgaeyl would already be stationed and waiting with her Black Morningstartail. 

“I am on patrol duty with you…again?” Her brow was arched in question as she glanced over her shoulder to her left, knowing it would take minimum effort for the Shadow Wielder to catch up to her with his longer stride. “What strings did you have to pull to manage that? Am I really that much of a liability?”

Because Xaden had made it unmistakably clear since she’d bonded with Tairn — if she died, he would too. 

[gamecfchance]

muse: lorelai "rory" kelley , 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 , 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘴𝘪𝘹, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 , 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 , 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭. + hard working , enchanting , calm , headstrong. - stubborn , uncaring , selfish.

plot: based on imgonnagetyouback by taylor swift. @inquirics

“i’ll tell you one thing, honey.” a knowing smile spreads across her glossy pink lips. “i can always tell when someone wants me. so, come clean.”

[danhang]

queued all starters from the starter call and almost all sentence starters in my inbox! highkey proud of myself but still so tempted to add noctis to my muse list ;;

[vieaccorde]

i have kind of been thinking about him strongly again since yesterday, so... would anyone like a starter from rimbaud??

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  bomi  coming  thru  for @fadinglights !

            "  i'm  fine,  this  just  happens  sometimes.  it's  normal  for  me.  "

[wildruns]

closed starter for @loveshard, from benji

"i don't like the way they were staring at you." benji's voice is soft and calm, but jealousy evident in his tone. his hands smoothed over the collar of their shirt as a quiet sigh left his lips. "you're mine, you know?" he leaned in, nose brushing delicately against their jaw before he pressed soft kisses against their neck.

[sorrowveined]

Maria may be lonely, but she supposes it's nothing less than she deserves.

Before, just thinking of everything that's happened over the past few weeks had been so agonizing that she'd wanted nothing more than to tear out her hair and scream until she couldn't anymore. Now, that feeling may have dulled a little, and she's even been able to smile again since, yet... it doesn't feel like healing. Though the threat of eternal night may have passed, to Maria, the world still feels darker than ever.

But it's not like she isn't trying to move forward. Maria still doesn't want to throw away the things she values or let herself become useless in the face of injustice - and for that reason, she needs to find the strength inside her to go on; to find something worth living for even when she's now on her own. ...Well, maybe she's not entirely alone. There's Juste, who did save her life and call her family, even if he doesn't quite understand her in the way she wishes someone would. And then there's Alucard...

Maria doesn't really know how to feel about him. His stoic nature makes him difficult to read, and she never had the chance to speak much with him at all - all she really knows about him is that he's a half-vampire and the son of Dracula. But maybe that lack of knowledge is what's been making her so curious. Has he ever struggled with his nature as a dhampir, and as the son of someone who hurt and killed so many? Did it hurt him, to kill his father with his own hands? Has he doubted himself or doubted the world he lives in? Has he ever felt lonely?

...It's difficult to imagine someone as legendary as him as someone who lives and feels like the rest of them, but Maria knows that thinking that way is unfair. Deep down, though... maybe it's just that a part of her wants to hope that maybe he could understand. Their stories may not be the same, but the similarities between their circumstances - no matter how slight - are enough to make her want to confide in him, even with the possibility that she'll be let down. But in the end... she doesn't really know how to ask, or if she even can.

"Are you staying, then? Or are you going with Richter?" Gazing out over the horizon, she sits next to Alucard, watching the world as it goes by - a world utterly oblivious to her feelings. "Or are you going to travel again? Juste said that's what you were doing before."

@arvkado ( starter! )