#V; TBD

[escortingsecrets]

Starter for @xxofloveandlossxx

The usual night at the Honeybee Inn was filled with people. It was a constant stream of regulars, many familiar faces that only came every few months for certain people. Many bees were listed to be in their designated rooms or on the stage performing. But some of them, those who had less clientele or none for the night, were set to be out front, entertaining those who were waiting or finished.

Shivan was- thankfully- not busy that night. His regulars were done for the night, he was free to sit at the front of the inn or on the floor. He chose the front of the inn- the floor was packed with Andrea's performance and he still had a headache from the last performance he had been there for. The music could be hear faintly from the front, but it was better than hearing the song full blast in the room.

"Welcome to the Honeybee Inn." He cooed as a new person entered- they didn't look familiar with the inn, or anything going on. That wasn't totally uncommon. Not everyone who came in knew what to expect. The receptionist was still dealing with the last person to come in, scheduling a room for one of the other bees, and Shivan moved over, hips swaying with a practised ease to move the abdomen behind him. "Might I be so bold as to ask for your name, darling?"

[therapardalis]

[Starter for @peterbsideparker.]

Port of New York, warehouse district ... evening ...

Thank goodness for cooler weather. Not that Thera was a fan of the cold, leaning more toward the opposite, but it made being dressed head to toe in black, with a bike jacket over the top, more bearable.

You could hardly go clandestinely lurking about the docks in a summer frock, after all.

A forklift was rolling along the carriageway between the buildings, an innocent looking crate on the pallet hoisted on its jaws. Hmm ... Thera watched it from above, lifting dark-tinted thermos to her lips. The Port itself rarely ever slept, but it was less common for cargo to be ferried about after dark. Especially one single crate rather than a bunch all at once. Eenie, meenie, miney, moe ... She settled back, waiting, but she was already fairly sure which door was going to be 'moe'.

Container Warehouse 333, one of the older section with a suspiciously new-looking office space added up above. It had taken a bit of detective work to find the location (some of it the more ruthless kind), and she felt her pulse speed up a little as the forklift driver stopped and climbed down to open the rollerdoor.

Thera used the metallic clatter of the ascending roller as distraction and cover, darting to the nearest overhead crossway and skipping to the other side. Everything pointed to that lonely singular crate holding what she was here to find, and the new pre-fab office section was going to be her way in ...

[thesongbiird]

plotted starter with @autopsified

Hot, angry tears stung her eyes as she slammed her car door shut and approached the house. The emotions she was feeling were bubbling into a dangerous cocktail inside of her. Anger, betrayal, hurt. No one had ever hurt her like he had, and yet she couldn't just walk away. It would have been the smart thing to do, but when had Beth ever done the smart thing? She followed her heart, whatever the cost.

Letting her anger take over, she pounded on his front door, so hard she was sure it would bruise her hands. She pounded and pounded but heard nothing from the other side of the door.

"I know you're in there. Open the damn door and talk to me, you coward!"

[themosthatedbeingg]

She sits at the conference table in the chair that Adam usually does during these meetings, it feels weird. She looks across the room at Lucifer before clearing her throat nervously and beginning.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why this meeting was called and Adam isn’t the one here. Adam has been dealing with an… unusual situation, shall I say. It seems that some unknown entity has put a spell on him that prevents him from sleeping until a certain requirement is met. That requirement is for a seraphim to apologize to him for… in their words “fucking him over”.”

She looked away from him, talking her mask off.

“I cannot ask that you care about him if you don’t, but if you ever did, I’d greatly appreciate acknowledging his emotions on the obvious subject. It’s been four days and… let’s just say he’s reached unhealthy levels of sleep deprivation.” It’s clear by the look on her face that it pains her to see him this way and that calling this meeting was her last desperate attempt to put her commander back together.

For normal verse Luci

@danger-tits-lute

He has other things he really needed to attend to, there was a wedding he needed to get a gift for , he needs to check in on the pride ring exports and test how the south wall was holding up against the scavengers spotted there, he didn’t have time for whatever Adam deemed as an emergency meeting .

He sighed as he entered the meeting room, gripping his Cane tightly and sitting down with a raised brow as he sees Lute and not Adam.

Something was off here .

Was this a trap?

“A seraphim you say? … certainly there’s still an abundance of those still in heaven ? Why not ask my brothers or sera ? I’m sure they all fawn over him anyway .. why have you come to me ?”

He was well throughly confused, why wasn’t heaven taking care of this situation .. and why did it have to be him? Surely the Exterminations was an apology enough right ?

He hasn’t told her no persay just wanting more information .

“Do I have to mean it if I say it ?”

[atimelesslullaby]

Warmth was in the air.

It was a feeling she hadn't felt through natural cause in some time. The snow had melted, the grass was green. Trees were beginning to show leaves again, and flowers were beginning to bloom. The woman was in the fields today, sure, the environment could take care of the flowers out here. But wouldn't it be more fun to help things along a bit?

Zelda's watering can was the same shade of violet as her dress, regal. Where the water poured out, was in the shape of a heart.

It must have been strange, t see a princess out in the wilds like this with no guard. But with her incredible magical power, Zelda hardly needed any. There was a song in the air, her beautiful, operatic voice ringing through the fields as she watered a patch of flowers. Tulips, they were, having just opened this morning. Wasn't that exciting?

Upon hearing footsteps, her song comes to an end. Regaining proper posture, rather than bending down to water the flowers, Zelda turns to her guest.

"Oh, good afternoon."

A bow of the head, as show of respect.

"I must confess, I have been keeping an eye on these tulips since they were only bulbs. Watching a seed grow into a beautiful flower feels like its own magic."

Holding her watering can in both hands in front of her, even Zelda's smile exhibited grace, as did the way her hair, and dress moved in the gentle wind.

"How could anyone stay inside on a day like this? The sky is so blue, and the clouds look like pillows."

[amanandgoodatit]

"Yes, I killed him." [lordcarlisle] 😈

@lordcarlisle || V for Vendetta sentence starters

"I- Wh-" The five stages of grief do a quick whip 'round Gregs face before his expression settles on horrified. His mind races, trying to come up with a reasonable explaination for why Harry might do such a thing but he comes up blank. He stammers, and manages just one word in his confusion.

"Why?"

[magaprima]

@chaosfindsaway sent: "You know who I am, don't you?" //From Beetlejuice cause I think they might be a fun combo

Lilith glanced over the creature--for to call him anything else would be inaccurate-- with a barely contained irritation, disdain filling her features as she realised that he was not going to leave, that beyond expecting an answer to his question, he was likely expecting something further.

Sighing heavily, Lilith she forced herself to pay attention. "I am aware of you are, yes," she confirmed. "Caring who you are, however, is another matter entirely." She paused, looking at him fixedly for a moment. "Why, exactly, are you here?"

[mostlugubrious]

“I can’t believe that I’m doing this…” // @streetwisetemptress

"And what would this be, exactly? C'mon, I don't really have all day here, so enlighten me, Tiny Dancer," the fast-talking lord of the dead says, seeming to drift, weightless, once around her, assessing, before he halts.

"Why am I here? What is it that you want? What is it that brought me here? Some friend of yours deathly ill, and you require wise and ancient counsel for some way to help them? Are you petitioning for wealth unceasing for all of your remaining mortal days? Or is it a man?"

"My experience, it's usually one of those three that makes someone of your not insignificant, ah, attributes—who is, generally speaking, perfectly capable of solving her own problems—desperate enough to call out to me, of all people, am I right?"

[weariedwight]

Deep breaths. Slowly in, slowly out.

Faegalad repeated those words like a mantra in her head as she stood hunched over the balustrade. Her head bowed low - her shoulders drawn taut and in toward her chest. Her red hair was pulled back and wasn't halfway through a braid where it was clear she had stopped working on it. What hair was braided was loose and coming undone, though she made no attempt to fix it.

Her hands gripped the balustrade tight enough her knuckles had turned white, and her breaths came out short and shallow even as she tried to focus. Even as she tried to control her breathing to settle the pain biting beneath her skin - tearing at her flesh like the day she’d been whipped. Tears pricked her eyes as it only worsened, but she refused to let them fall. The pain, as horrid as it was, was temporary, she knew, and she refused to let it get to her. Even despite being unable to move in fear of making it worse. Despite being unable to focus herself enough to use what healing magic she knew to make it better.

Her only saving grace was that it was late, and she was alone, because Eru knew the horror she would feel to be seen in such a state.

[therapardalis]

[Comedic Relief Meme from @peterbsideparker ]

“How can I live, laugh, love in these conditions?” ------------

"Well, you'll just have to push through like always."

No-one was going to claim that being Spider-Man didn't require sacrifices, or that he shouldn't complain about it along the way. But considering he was currently a snotty mess on her couch, Thera had been listening to the complaints for a while.

"Here," She set a bundle of fabric down beside him, a collection of slightly gothic-looking blacks and greys, "I found you something to wear. Go get cleaned up, and I'll throw your ... actually, is the Suit washable? Before I end up shrinking it in the drier or something?"

[cruelprincae]

@mortemregiiae hearted the sc

❛ The blood on your hands is something you won't lose. All you can choose is whose. ❜

[compellingthought]

💐 [ OPEN ] open to all

"You can't be serious. You do realise you're going to get yourself killed, right?"

[fragmcntdstars]

@historiavn ( abraham lincoln ) sent “what are you doing here?”

         there's  a  tone  in  the  question  that  henry  can't  quite  place  ,  although  he  supposes  that  abe  had  his  reasons  for  it  .   he  never  questioned  the  other  man's  reasoning  ,  although  henry  had  made  it  his  business  (  or  maybe  even  a  hobby  )  to  keep  his  nose  as  thoroughly  into  abe's  business  as  possible  .  maybe  that  wasn't  the  best  thing  to  do  ,  in  retrospect  ,  but  abe  wasn't  the  most  steadfast  friend  he'd  ever  come  across  .   the  man  couldn't  listen  to  the  rules  that  henry  had  given  ,  even  if  they  were  given  with  good  reason  .   well  ,  they  were  given  with  good  reason  at  the  time  ,  even  if  the  reasoning  at  the  core  was  selfish  .

         he  needed  someone  to  assist  him  ,  but  it  required  that  he  kept  their  focus  as  much  as  possible  .   unfortunately  ,  or  fortunately  ,  abe  didn't  listen  to  he  crucial  part  of  his  rules  .   the  business  of  vampire  hunting  ,  regardless  of  whether  one  was  a  vampire  or  not  ,  left  little  room  for  any  outside  attachments  .   the  lack  of  attachments  meant  ,  statistically  ,  it  was  easier  for  them  to  pick  up  &&  move  to  a  different  location  ,  or  make  sure  that  their  ideals  were  more  concrete  .

         henry  hadn't  expected  that  abraham  would  enter  into  politics  ,  or  even  become  the  president  . 

         “  what  ?   can  i  not  visit  you  at  your  home  ?  ”  he  asked  ,  making  sure  that  he  kept  his  distance  &&  stuck  to  the  proverbial  shadows  .

         honestly  ,  there  weren't  a  lot  of  shadows  that  he  could  readily  find  at  the  white  house  .   he  felt  the  name  was  a  little  on  the  nose  ,  but  he  wasn't  going  to  bring  that  up  .   okay  ,  so  he  might  bring  that  up  ,  but  on  another  occasion .   in  this  moment  ,  there  was  business  to  attend  &&  he  didn't  want  to  stay  there  any  longer  than  he  needed  .   “  i  need  to  speak  with  you  ,  if  you  have  time  .  ”

[thecockysniper]

Continued from x || @hacker-codeq

Grip tightens around the wrist of the fucker who just tried to lift his wallet. "Prick, am I?" His eyebrows raised in a can you believe this asshole? He leaned in, speaking low, "I'm not the twat who don't know how to pick a target," then pulled back and gave the other a once over. The clothes the novice pickpocket were wearing are nice and clean so he hadn't been on the street long. They look to be of good quality too. Clearly didn't come from any rough neighborhood, why then, was he out here lifting wallets? Did he not get enough of an allowance, or was he running? Any number of secrets could be hidden underneath them fancy clothes.

"You're going to get caught if you ain't careful," he said, letting him go and quickly snatching his wallet off the ground. "And if you're running you ain't exactly going to get far. You'll be easy to find and follow on CCTV wearing them clothes." Seemed like the kind that people might actually care to look for.

His mouth was making an expression that said he wasn't sure if he liked what he was thinking. Might not be a good idea to help the other young man, and he could be stepping in shit he doesn't want to get mixed up in, but he's never been one to back down from a fight, plus he knows what it's like getting away from a bad situation. "Don't know what you're running from, but if you're serious about roughing it then I'd suggest following me, if not." Gives a shrug showing it's not going to bother him, and turns, not stopping to glance back to check if he's following him.

[hermesmechaniotes]

"Shit, it's the police." // @musecastle { Patrick }

There is only the slightest pause as a sudden wind gusts past them and then the Greek answers—

"Ya not tellin' me nothin', pal."

—in a surprisingly convincing New York accent, and if the other should turn to look at him with the sudden change...

... well, it certainly wasn't the only change as he would be met by a rather jarring sight indeed: the trickster now standing in an NYPD uniform.

"Hey, just another uni out walkin' the beat, y'know? Nothin' strange about that, is there?"

[theinvertedeye]

I’m going to make an eventual post about Sooga’s verses.