#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 ...

[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."

[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?"

[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?"

[secondhandmckie]

oh shut up, you love to disagree with me more than anything, it’s your favourite thing in the world. (to molly)

In the Meme Vault

True.

"I wouldn't have to if you weren't always wrong." She says in a way that's apparently meant to be placating, but Molly knows will grind his gears unlike anything else.

That's the fun part, you see.

She plants herself on the sofa nearby, curling legs beneath her and toying with her phone. It's just another day in the life, as far as she's concerned. "All I'm saying is that if you really want to make this work, you're going to need my help. I have a certain...charm, that you don't. If you want people to let down their guard, you're going to need someone with that kind of charm. I'm adorable. And you?" Molly raises her phone, taking a quick photo of him. She smirks as she looks it over, then meets his eye. "You're giving prison wife vibes."

[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?"

[hadesagesilaos]

❛ I cannot bear this world a moment longer. ❜ // @fromgallowsandgraves

"And yet do you have little choice but to bear it even so, for one moment and then another and yet another still—" begins an inexplicably unsettling voice uttered by an oddly looming figure, not unlike those spectral images that linger just at the edges of sight until one turns, only for them to vanish.

"And so on and so forth. This you must do until such time as that still mortal thread tethering you to this world has been severed by the Fates, and Death is compelled to claim you. Such has been the way of this world since its beginning; so it remains to this day."

[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?"

[fragmcntdstars]

@historiavn ( abraham lincoln ) sent ❛ What do you want me to do? ❜

         in  his  many  years  on  earth  ,  he  had  never  liked  those  questions  .   they  held  a  certain  air  to  them  ,  &&  they  were  difficult  to  take  seriously  .   for  all  intents  &&  purposes  ,  henry  saw  abe  as  a  friend  .   was  he  the  most  loyal  friend  ?   no  ,  but  henry  also  wasn't  the  most  loyal  friend  in  return  .   after  all  ,  enlisting  someone  in  the  ongoing  fight  between  himself  &&  the  vampire  who  turned  him  was  the  driving  factor  in  a  lot  of  things  that  he  did  .   so  ,  he  didn't  really  know  how  to  be  a  good  friend  ,  but  he  was  going  to  try  .   okay  ,  he  was  willing  to  try  to  be  the  friend  that  abe  deserved  .   he  didn't  know  the  world  of  politics  ,  although  that  was  done  on  purpose  (  at  least  ,  to  an  extent )  ,  but  he  felt  that  having  someone  in  his  corner  was  the  best  thing  for  abe  .

         “  i  want  you  to  relax  ,  for  one  ,  ”  henry  finally  says  ,  settling  on  one  of  the  more  obvious  things  .   “  you  are  a  second  away  from  grinding  your  teeth  &&  the  muscle  near  your  jaw  is  twitching  .  ”

        shit  you  sound  like  her  ,  he  reminds  himself  ,  the  scolding  a  little  more  than  he  might  have  intended  .   simply  ,  he  was  trying  to  make  sure  that  his  friend  was  comfortable  .   okay  ,  that  was  only  partly  true  .   he  wanted  to  make  sure  that  abe  was  okay  &&  wasn't  at  any  risk  to  ruin  the  plan  that  he'd  constructed  .   perhaps  it  wasn't  the  most  carefully  constructed  plan  ,  but  the  plan  itself  was  one  that  was  hastily  thrown  together  .   “  can't  you  relax  ?  ”

[badasshybridqueen]

The sound of footsteps drew Hayley's attention as she took a long sip of amber liquid from the glass in her hand. The hybrid's gaze lifted as she glanced over her shoulder to take in the man behind her. A light sigh fell from her lips as she set down the glass. "You really are a glutton for punishment huh? If Klaus see's you here - he won't be happy." She commented lightly, turning fully so she was facing him.

@lordofthestrix hit the 💛 for a starter

[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.

[astormofagirl]

Lydia pursed her lips as she stared at Theo. There was so much going on that having him reach out to her for help didn't seem like the craziest thing in the world. Shockingly enough. The strawberry blonde sighed, "Why did you call me here?"

@brotherhoodwarlord Hit the 💙for a starter

[ofduskorofdawn]

@evcryopeneye continued from here

She turns, looks out the window and sees nothing.

For a moment, Yuffie frowns. She doesn’t want to gaslight him into thinking that there’s nothing there, that felt mean and for all of the banter and humour Yuffie had, she wasn’t mean.

Instead she takes a deep breath. His tone is serious. One that doesn’t fit him, and feels out of character for him. It is the only thing that makes her take this seriously instead of just saying something validating and moving on with what it was she was doing.

Hands curl around her weapon as she stands up, and takes a deep breath.

“You wanna come with me? I’m gonna go take a look then.” It was a least she could do, hopefully it would put him at ease if there was no one there, and deal with whoever was there if he was right.

"What? You think I'm the kinda guy to make a gal go out and check a noise for me? Tch. I'm insulted. Wounded."

The words are lighter now that he has convinced her he is quite in earnest, but there's still a seriousness to his expression that undercuts the levity.

A lot could be said about Reno—his penmanship was just bordering illegible, his sense of dress was comfortable at best, and his devil-may-care attitude had a tendency to rub some the wrong way—but when it matters, he has always been dependable.

Taking up his EMR, he settles it across his shoulders in his usual casual manner and nods toward the back door.

"C'mon. Let's sneak around and show this bogeyman he picked the wrong place, yeah?"

[cruelprincae]

@mortemregiiae hearted the sc

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