#au: a/v club

[keikakudom]

quick spy x fam inspired radiostatic AU, more info under the cut :]

[cyberdragoninfinity]

big ol batch of doodles from the arc-v dimensionswap AU me and @zxal have been getting brainblasted by all summer!!!

ft. fusion!yugo, some swapped dimensional dragons and dswap sora and dennis too >:^)

dswap!sora was sent on Academia business to infiltrate Xyz and picked the wrong ticking time bomb to mess with along the way(Xyz!Yuya)--Eclipse-Eyes bit his arm off at the ALC </3 Now Sora's effectively in hiding/'defected' to Xyz cuz he cant go back to DA. Let's hope the resistance doesn't find out he had a pretty big hand in the invasion 🥴

in this AU he plays 'Frightmares'--effectively Frightfurs but a little bit to the left, still creepy stuffed animals, but more based on fairy tales and nursery rhymes and a sleepy dreamy aesthetic. His ace is Frightmare Cerbearus 🐻🐻🐻

dswap!dennis got sent to Synchro to keep an eye on synchro!yuri and became his manager and also he has something deeply fucked up and wrong with him. 💚 dont worry about it 💚💚💚

[allstarsallign3d]

Happy pride month pookies <33

[caramelmochacrow]

"Beating so fast, seems like it'll burst..."

[dont-question-my-pfp]

what would happen if dice had ever met the cupbros pre-game (aka before he’d gotten quite so sure about the fact that his kids were dead, and was thus very, VERY more open to the concept of them actually being alive then he was by the time the events of the game came ‘round) :3

(cups is 6 & mugs is 7 here btw)

[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

guess what time it is?

chronicle time.

enjoy :)

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Word Count: 589 words

Warnings: mentions of gore, mentions of medical setting, mentions of murder, killing, etc., mentions of wounds, scars, blood, etc., mentions of death, heavens, dying, etc. (all very detailed), major angst and heartbreak, also if the THOUGHT/SOUND of a heart monitor beeping is triggering or unpleasant for you, PLEASE BE WARNED, as beeping from a heart monitor is alluded to after every paragraph

Genre: Gut-wrenching angst

Notes: This chronicle relates to snippet #8, so if you would like some more context, you can read that snippet first. Not required, but it'll allow for more understanding of what's going on. Also, there are FLASHBACK ELEMENTS implemented into this chronicle, but this chronicle is a continuation of the present, as the FLASHBACK is in PREVIOUS PRESENT MOMENTS.

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chronicle VI - deathbed

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She wasn’t who he remembered.

This was someone else.

Someone who let the cold catch up to her.

It was always a step behind.

beep.

The sun had long disappeared, swirling anchor colored clouds dispersing themselves among the heavens. 

It was harrowing.

beep.

It looked as if she was on the steps to the heavens herself.

Lifeless.

Cold limbs.

Empty eyes.

beep. 

He should’ve been faster.

Quicker.

Stronger.

beep.

He was such a fool.

What a fool. 

Fool. Fool. F o ol. F o    o    l-

beep. 

“James? Are you alright?”

beep.

The storm was grasping for anything beyond the windows of the makeshift hospital room. 

Screaming, raging with wind, pelts of water splashing innocence down the drain.

Dr. Banner should’ve been a relief, a comfort in such a dire situation.

beep. 

“She looks like she’s dead.”

Hoarse, frail.

Bucky’s voice didn’t even sound like his own. 

beep. 

“I promise you she is not dead. Her lack of life comes from the traumas her body has been put through. The slow beating of her heart is indicative of life. As she progresses, her health will slowly move into a better direction.” 

beep.

In any other circumstance, Bucky would have listened to the brilliant scientist standing before him. Heeded his words, filed them away in the corners of his mind.

He would have been relieved. 

beep. 

“I wasn’t there quick enough, Bruce.”

beep. 

There was no relief here. 

beep.

“If the mission was delayed any further, I do believe you wouldn’t have been in time. But you were today. And that’s what matters most.”

beep. 

Her hair was mismatched, burned pieces so short they cradled her ears. Others were so long they looked almost entirely out of place.

White streaks were present in the front of the bloody red curls. 

Since when did she have white streaks in the front?

beep. 

Bruises, cuts, marred skin where flesh had been split from bones and memories stolen from her mind. 

She was on her fucking deathbed.

beep. 

And the scars. 

They were littered everywhere. 

Some were fresh, blood still present on the wound. Others were faded, time healing whatever ugly horrors had been committed. 

A fresh one was present on her left eye, swollen, blackened shut. 

Another cut bruising her lips, chapped from screaming. 

beep. 

Bucky had done that to her in the struggle. 

beep. 

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Valoria,” he yelled.

Bucky had severely underestimated her prowess. 

All black, a scarf covering her nose and mouth.

Thigh high boots, dripping in red.

Wild blood curls.

White streaks?

Her eyes deceived her.

“Stop calling me that.”

She was lost. 

Bucky was so familiar with this situation, the nightmare he re-lived each time his god forsaken mind hit the pillow. 

“Remember who you are, Valoria. It’s me, James. Please. Look at me,” Bucky screamed.

It reminded Bucky of being in a crowd, desperately screaming, calling out to anyone who would listen.

No one listened. 

He wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore.

Perhaps he just wanted his wife life back. 

“You’re an obstacle.”

She had lunged.

He was quick, familiar with the tactic he had been trained in so well.

Kill. Eliminate. Assassinate. Murder.

beep.

The darkness outside grew.

Bruce had disappeared.

beep.

She didn’t even remember her own goddamn name.

beep. 

The light of his life, his world, his everything. 

Lifeless. 

This wasn’t a hospital, this was the morgue. 

He was a fucking visitor.

beep. 

Mourning his life wife.

beep.

The cold was always a step behind. 

beep. 

“Who the hell is Valoria?”

beep.

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people who i think would like to see this:

@hellothere-generalangsty @eyecandyeoz @monako-jinn-stories @chaoticvampirejedi @emperor-palpaminty

[royaletiquette]

The princess halted as she turned the corner, her garden's secret escape from the party was apparently not all that hidden for another guest to already be there for equal respite. She barely held herself together as is, holding the other princess' gaze for a beat before going to sit down.

"Sorry I just need a second," Hibiko admitted in a surprising twist of honesty. Her mask had already faltered much earlier in the night, and she gave up pretending when she decided to walk away. Plus... if the other princess was trying to hide from the guests just as much, undoubtedly she would understand.

@kkkindered

[softquietsteadylove]

Thena loves watching Gil and sprite interact with each other. Falling in love more and more with him. Write something for the actor au?

"Enjoying?"

Thena smiled as Sersi came up beside her, extending a glass of something more suited to her palette. Whatever it was it was more sweet than don perignon. "Thanks--everyone's having a lovely time."

Sersi often hosted in her expansive London penthouse after an awards ceremony. It was quite the place to be, and it excused her from having to go to a much riskier party just for the sake of networking and brushing elbows with the industry.

"Especially those two," Sersi tipped her glass in the direction of the outside patio, where plenty of people were enjoying the night air, but especially Gil and Sprite, roasting marshmallows over her fire pit.

Thena just laughed. Sprite was repeatedly trying to set hers aflame while Gil attempted to fend her off while also achieving a perfect golden brown for himself. "She really is just happy she got to come to one of these, finally."

As much as Sprite was not a people person, or interested in her sister's - or cousin's - level of fame, she had always wanted to see what happened at an afterparty. Thena had always insisted they were boring and drab, but Sprite wanted to see the boring and drabness for herself.

"I'm glad she's enjoying herself," Sersi joined in Thena's laughter as Sprite attempted to sabotage the both of them, pushing both their marshmallows closer to the flame. "Whose idea was this?"

"Gil's," Thena sighed, watching as the small game turned into an all out fencing match until Gil finally took both their marshmallows for himself as a way of ending things. Sprite looked appalled before he offered another, visibly telling her to keep it out of the fire. "I think she was actually a bit bored, lurking around on her phone. But he found them in your cupboard and took her out there."

"He has a way with her, doesn't he?"

Thena just nodded. She was sufficient enough at reading lips to tell that Sprite was demanding to know why she couldn't eat the charred marshmallow. Gil was explaining something about how it wasn't good for her. As her primary guardian, Thena had attempted to do that with many things, just to get a positively scathing remark in reply.

But Sprite yielded to Gilgamesh, rolling her eyes but roasting her marshmallow pleasantly, like a law abiding citizen, instead of a teen who wanted to wave around a flaming marshmallow in the middle of a party.

"He certainly does," Thena sighed again. Sprite did seem to enjoy the nicely toasted confection. She continued to watch them until Sersi cleared her throat deliberately. "Hm?"

Sersi merely gave her a look, her eyes bouncing between her and the two outside now staking multiple marshmallows per stick. Thena continued to stare at her expectantly until Sersi laughed. "I'll have to memorise this expression for my next role as a loving wife and mother."

Thena nearly choked on the sugary drink Sersi had brought her. She licked her lips, blaming her faint coughing on the heat suddenly in her cheeks. She set down the fancy stemless crystal flute. "I beg your pardon."

"Please," Sersi easily dodged her cousin's toothsome comment, though. "I know very well what that look means."

"I did not catch your baby fever, if that is to what you are referring," Thena attempted to hiss at her, but again, Sersi let it roll right off her. They had grown up together, after all; she was entirely too accustomed to it."

"I'm not saying you want a baby," Sersi shrugged, very deliberately leaving the rest of her accusation in tact. She took a sip of her own drink, so innocent and demure. "I'm saying you look at Gilgamesh and Sprite like you're imagining living in a three bedroom cottage on the seaside."

Thena sniffed, "I hate the sea, too humid."

"Ah, yes, of course, that's the problem," Sersi snickered.

Thena leaned off her marble kitchen island to glare at her more fully. "Shall I find your costar, Mister Whitman, and ask what he thinks of a seaside cottage?"

Sersi didn't rise to bait nearly as voraciously as Thena did, but she did flick her cousin's earring. "That is different."

"I do not see how," Thena growled at her, both women more invested in drinking away the other's teasing.

Sersi pursed her lips as she finished her champagne. "Dane and I know how the other feels."

That did make Thena pause. She furrowed her brows, "when did this happen?"

Sersi shrugged, looking down at her countertop and tracing her fingers along the ripples of marble. "We were at another party like this, we simply talked and talked and...somehow we ended up on the subject of what life we would lead if not for all this."

Thena admittedly listened with rapt attention.

"I always wanted to be a teacher," Sersi smiled at her own nostalgia. "He said he used to imagine the same thing. One thing led to another and I suppose... "

Thena raised a brow.

Sersi sighed, her shoulders dropping. "We agreed we can't right now. The medical show got picked up so we'll be on that until one of us gets fired or written off."

Thena looked down as well. She had to admit, Sersi wasn't nearly as timid as she could let herself appear to be when she was playing the darling of the United Kingdom.

"But perhaps in the future," she shrugged, feigned a smile. "We'll see."

Thena had to admit, Sersi had made more of a move for her future than she could remember making in a hell of a long time. She looked outside again, to where Sprite was teaching Gil how to make a s'more. "We work together too much. The risk is too high."

Sersi gave her a pointed look, "too high for your own happiness?"

Thena sighed again, watching Gil secretly blow on Sprite's marshmallow for her as she rooted in the graham cracker box. "I'm happy right where I am, Sersi."

"Admiring from afar?" Sersi felt the need to put a name to it as she too watched Sprite smash the melted marshmallow between two graham crackers and way too big a section of chocolate.

Thena also finished off her drink before pushing the glass to the side. "I think love is best from afar, like art, or stage makeup."

Sersi offered a mild laugh before bumping her shoulder against Thena's. "I never said anything about love, but I can see your point."

Thena whipped around, prepared to snarl at her needlessly nosy cousin. But all she saw was Sersi flitting over to Mister Whitman himself, the two of them smiling at each other like schoolchildren in puppy love. Thena rolled her eyes.

"Hey," Gil looked up, smiling at her as she ventured outside and over to them. "There you are."

"Here I am," she sufficed to say, eager to put her conversation with Sersi from her mind. "What are you up to?"

"S'mores!" Sprite sufficed with the single word, swinging her melting marshmallow in her sister's direction.

Thena nearly flinched but Gil caught it at a perfectly safe distance from her.

"Easy," he both chided and laughed off as he apprehended the offending confection.

"Dude," Sprite sighed, but accepted the pilfering, instead reaching for a new one.

"I do hope you're not eating yourself sick on those," Thena felt the need to add, only for her very lovely young lady of a sister to give her the finger for it. "Right."

"Here," Gil whispered, offering the toasty marshmallow from between his fingers.

Thena let him deposit it into her palm. She hated marshmallows, but she had to admit, it was cooked to perfection. "Hm, they taste better when they're toasted."

"You should try real, homemade marshmallow sometime," Gil chuckled as he reached to roast another one, either for her or for himself. "It's a totally different experience."

"Don't tell me you know how to make that too," Thena groaned. As if she needed another ridiculous reason to be infatuated with him.

"You can come over to my place and try it," he nudged her gently.

"Party at Gil's!"

"Sprite!" Thena hissed at her, catching the disgusting vision of her sister's completely full mouth. "Honestly!"

Sprite rolled her eyes but tossed another marshmallow at her.

Again, it didn't reach her, as Gil caught it in midair and added it to his roasting spit. Thena watched the confections achieve their perfectly golden state, using the excuse as a way to lean against him by the warmth of the fire.

[oicuperp]

who wants to mix fixations with me ...

[stingslikeabee]

Tianyu still often got lost in the royal family's private rooms. It was like a gilded maze, full of gold and exquisite stone. He roamed around that afternoon and eventually ended his journey in the main sitting area. The foreign man stopped there to scratch at his arm ( or, really, the scales beneath his flesh he needed to drop ). As he lifted his hand, he scraped his limb against the edge of a table. Instead of hurting, the action felt good.

Sighing shakily, Tianyu slowly let himself transform. It would just be for a few moments, he thought — only long enough to rub into the wood and see if he could free these itchy old scales. The very young green dragon, barely the size of a small horse, hesitantly ducked down to the height of the table. Those first harsh rubs were euphoric. Perhaps, a long soak in hot water ( Daigo's preference ) or a partner would have helped better, but this was all Tianyu would allow. He released a high - pitched whine of pleasure and sank to the floor.

After several minutes had passed, the dragon shook his slim body and opened his eyes. He was immediately greeted by the sight of the Queen of Solaris — his future mother - in - law, maybe. Tianyu's glowing eyes, like pools of the poison that made the tips of the many barbs on him, widened. With a soft keen, he instinctively shied away from Melissa and flattened to the carpet. Unlike the other pure - blooded dragons in the palace, he had never had a good encounter in his rightful shape. Tianyu acted as though he were a kicked dog, yielding to the Queen.

Scraps of extremely dry scales littered the floor around him. Patches hung from the dragon's hide. He looked rough, to put it kindly, and in this form his sunken sides and showing ribs was apparent. It was obvious that Tianyu, though almost thirty in his human body, was practically a small child for dragonkind ; his state clearly showed his ignorance toward his own upkeep.

unscripted asks . always accepting

Caring for those who were weaker and more vulnerable, Melissa used to say, came with the pretty crown atop her head and the many duties of the role attached to her name. A queen (or king) without their people were nothing; it had been their suffering that had pushed the monarch to don the best clothes she had and to boldly walk into a dragon's den, with magic so thick it had been possible to taste on the tip of the tongue.

It had been madness - an ill-advised gambit by mostly everyone of the small council, but one which had miraculously worked. It felt both a century ago and just yesterday, but the age of all the heirs to the crown established clear proof that the fateful encounter between Melissa and Daigo had been almost two decades prior. It was true that it began harder and harder to tell time when one looked at the brunette - surrounded by the magic of her beloved, aging slowed down to a pitiful crawl for the woman and their shared offspring.

And it showed in how ready Hikari was to one day take the throne if her older brother abdicated (a very likely future, considering Kazuya's preferences were entirely in opposition to those of a ruler). Her mission as a diplomatic envoy to nations that had been previously ready to pounce and annex Solaris had been incredibly successful; not only to inspire a new deal of conversations and treaties being signed, but also to illustrate new future options for creatures - such as Tianyu - who had failed to reap any benefits of their true selves.

In a country that now looked up to dragons as their saviors - and even held festivals to honor Daigo, as much as it all probably translated as an amusing occasion to the gem beast and nothing more - Melissa's son-in-law still struggled to make peace with his inner self. To run into him looking so vulnerable and in need of help had the queen sighing softly, eventually moving to sit down at one of the chairs paired with the table that the young chromatic had used earlier.

"It is alright, my dear. Come closer so I can help - you can only do so much with that sort of assistance, I'm afraid," Melissa murmured, speaking in a soft tone and making no imposing gestures whatsoever. The idea was to let the young man feel like he could trust her - his future in-laws - to be in any shape he desired or enjoyed, even if Daigo's distaste for his kind was not particularly disguised. The old, ancient being was proud, immortal and too powerful to care for the feelings of 'worms', as he put it - even if that was one his own hatchling had affections for.

It seemed like time stalled for a moment - Tianyu looked alarmed and defenseless, dejected and ashamed of the state he was in. But whatever terrible itch he had was stronger than self-respect, which eventually drove him to sit down at Melissa's feet very quietly. When he did so, the queen bit back another sigh when he moved in a way that seemed to indicate an irrational fear of pain coming from another handling him - but eventually, through gently pulling and very soft humming, Tianyu seemed to relax enough to grant the queen ample room for her job.

Within the following few minutes, the monarch did something that many would say to be very far from her duties as a queen - but not those of a mother who cared for her children. Melissa did not enjoy seeing the poor dragon so scared of his own shadow when Daigo was around, or that he thought his truest self something so fragile that was reserved for Hikari alone. They had to do something about him, the queen thought - he needed to soak more frequently, eat well and hydrate. If he moved to the palace permanently (after the wedding, of course), it would be fine eventually.

"There - do you feel any better?" Melissa asked, tentatively scratching a patch of scales at his back in a way that her oldest had appreciated when young; and even if the chromatic looked different with a certain flush over his cheeks and still very much embarrassed that the queen of all people had found him while transformed, he at least seemed to be relieved of the annoyance brought on by the shedding. Perhaps a tiny step towards a more confident relationship, the monarch thought with excitement.

"Now, if you follow me, I can take you back to your quarters, and ask for a servant to fix you a good hot bath. I know our tubs are not as exquisite as those naturally occurring at the mountains, but they should help. I will send Hikari to you with some food for later too - is that acceptable?"

Tianyu looked at Melissa in a way that was strangely adorable - with a mix of confusion, bewilderment and gratitude, but with no trace of fear in with his handsome young features. Smiling warmly at her future son-in-law, the queen nodded and moved to stand, adjusting the skirts around her and then holding out a hand to him. "Then off we go, my dear. Get used to these pathways - they will be yours too in no time."

[keikakudom]

experimental

[thatgirlonstage]

Does literally anything make me more feral than “I am willing to let the person I love hate me forever if I can do something that ensures they’re happy”

[dieguin-san-theartist2009]

👑⭐🌟Armer & Prince Britteny⭐🌟👑

Old: 2022 (Oringal)

Now: 2023

Check This Note / Chequen Esta Nota

Arma Is Belongs By Groriatrevi10

[askkassandragf-v-2]

It's been a time since I use Gacha Club now. xDD

[sylleblosscm]

@intxlligibility x

There is a chill in the Altissian air, dampening the celebratory spirit that still lingers from the Tidemother’s awakening. The city is battered, but she is not destroyed. 

 Tomorrow, the Oracle will leave this place, freer than she’s ever been. Accompanying Noctis and his retinue to complete the final gauntlet awaiting them in Lucis before venturing on to retrieve the Crystal. But heavy weighs her heart, the beat of it echoing far too loudly in her chest. Leviathan has taken her toll upon Lunafreya’s flesh, as will, unboutedly, the remaining Astrals. Though there is not a doubt in her mind Noctis will rid the darkness from their star, she likely will not live to see it. And she cannot bear to tell him. 

 Luna shrinks further into the warmth of her shawl as a violent shiver wracks her body. Footfalls break her reverie and she turns to greet their source. ❝Good evening, Ignis.❞

 She does not ask why he is not resting. Through Noctis, she has come to know the man before her well. Anticipating every solution before the problem arises. Much like her, he is oft preoccupied with the wellbeing of others. So to her, the answer is obvious: tomorrow, Noctis’ arduous journey continues. And, like her, he is worried for the Prince’s wellbeing. 

 Instead, she says: ❝This city is beautiful, is it not? We would do well to savour the sight while we can.❞

[silvcrignis]

Wine Dad Literature Club || Doki Doki Literature Club AU || Verse Bio

“{Name?!} is that you?!”

You somewhat recognise the voice calling to you & turn around to see a man who has familiar features you remember from a time ago… It takes you a moment as the dark haired man walks up to you before the recognition hits you.

“Liam?!”

“Hi, {Name}, it’s been some time hasn’t it?” William Afton, your old childhood friend & neighbour laughs back quietly in that familiar quiet wry accent. You haven’t seen him since he’d set off for university for engineering… Or something like that. He reaches out, grasping your shoulder in a familiar warm grip, the proximity confirming he still wore the same cologne he had taken a liking to back when you were both teenagers.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here… Are you visiting {Town} or is your arrangement more permanent?”

“More permanent,” you confirm with a slight laugh, rubbing at the back of your neck.

“Oh! Really? Well, if you’re interested myself & a few friends of mine have a book club we’ve been running for a while. Maybe a bit pretentious in terms of the material we usually bring in to discuss but we spend a good majority of it drinking wine & talking about the books, jobs, hobbies, the kids, anything really.”

“Wait, wait, wait! The kids?” you asked, laughing a bit as you look him up & down, ignoring his eye roll. Of course in terms of the time passed it made sense William would have had kids but honestly imagining the “wild child” he was back then it also made sense to be taken aback & you didn’t mean any harm in your shock.

“Yes. The kids. All of us have them. We’re just a group of single fathers hanging out & expanding our horizons. I figured maybe you would be a good fit for the group but if not-“

“I suppose I could check it out,” you blurted, before he could finish his sentence.

“Fantastic. We meet on Fridays & Wednesdays. Take my number & just give me a call. We switch locations quite a bit,” he laughs again, handing you a card with his number scrawled across it before he turns & walks away. You feel your cheeks getting oddly flush as you type his number into your phone wondering why you feel so flustered when you suddenly freeze & realise something.

Why had he went out of his way to let you know he was a SINGLE dad?!

Despite your heated face you reason it was just Liam being his usual coy mildly cryptic self. He’d been that way since you were kids after all. Now about that club…

You arrive at the grand fortress that you couldn’t believe was classed as a “home” the gothic architecture had obviously been a castle or palace at some point in the past, apparently it belonged to one of the club members… You couldn’t help but wonder if someone this egregiously wealthy could be anything short of insufferable, William had described their tastes as pretentious after all… You roll your eyes but before you can even raise you fist to knock at the door it was pulled open by none other than William himself who gave you a warm smile.

“I’m so glad you made it, {Name}. Come on I’ll show you to the library Claude ever so graciously lends us… We probably take advantage of it a little,” he tells you, politely taking your elbow & guiding you through the utterly breathtaking home.

You step into the library & your jaw would have dropped if you had less decorum… Not only was this library beautiful & filled with some books that were probably worth more than you could ever afford but the single dads were… A sight to say in the least.

The first one you caught sight of wasn’t even looking in your direction & he looked rather young to be a father in your opinion, his hair was striking a glimmering platinum blonde with pink streaks running through it. He had bright mint green eyes, made brighter by the black liner framing them & obvious freckles across his nose which was currently wrinkled as he was sipping his wine, his brows furrowed before he laughed & said “1875, you bastard. You can’t fool me!”. His laughter was a lilting baritone, it almost sounded liked music, he was undeniably entrancing, he seemed to have an aura that almost encouraged keeping attention on him.

A snort brought your attention to a very tall fair skinned man, easily the tallest member of the group obvious even with him currently leaning over a chair. He seemed to be the oldest, at least his silver hair & glasses gave that first impression but a closer look at his face revealed he was in his late 30’s at most though his grin was mildly distracting, you couldn’t help but notice he had very sharp teeth… From here you couldn’t seem to tell exactly what colour his eyes were, they were very pale, if you had to guess they seemed to be a shade of blue but you would have to approach him to be entirely sure. Approaching him wasn’t something that necessarily found unappealing.

This time it was a snide comment from the corner of the room that set your eyes to wandering again & finally you have seen every member of the club. Dirty blonde hair is the first thing you notice, mostly because this man has a beard unlike the rest of the club. Unlike the other club members he DOES notice you looking at him & his hazel eyes immediately lock on yours & he doesn’t blink. You’re vaguely aware he’s dressed in a very expensive looking suit but you’re pointedly aware of the fact something about him seems… Off. He doesn’t have the same welcoming energy the others do, in fact your instincts are screaming at you to not approach him though you have no idea why that is.

It’s very easy for you to break eye contact with him to look at William who just chuckles & clears his throat.

“Kairo, Claude, Hans, this is {Name}. The new member I was telling you about.”

“Congratulations on your recent reunion,” the man who you suspected was named Claude said, surprisingly quietly though with a voice as deep as his you heard him just fine.

That sent Kairo(?) into a fit of giggles into his glass before he gave you a bright wide grin & wink.

“God, you’re hilarious. Or maybe the wine is making me think everything is funny. Oh Claude, where would I be without you?”

“Probably in your house, Kair. I doubt I enrich your life that substaintally…” the now confirmed Claude mused, scratching at the back of his head.

Hans didn’t contribute anything to the conversation other than a quiet scoff & once again you felt that… Strange put off feeling before William clapped his hands together.

“Well, pleasantries are done, enjoy the club,” he chuckled walking towards an armchair & leaving you with a few options.

Do you:

Stay with William? {Type “Option 1″ in the replies or click here} Approach Kairo?  {Type “Option 2″ in the replies or click here} Approach Claude?  {Type “Option 3″ in the replies or click here} Do not Approach Hans. {do not Type “Option 4″ in the replies or do not click here}