#but lemme know if you want me to change anything!

[gamecfchance]

muse: rome saxton , gavin leatherwood , twenty-six , poker dealer , leo. +reliable , charismatic , strategic , organized , patient. -secretive , untrusting , skeptical , jealous , neglectful.

plot: based on this. closed starter for @cherrygrxves

"you think you're so smart, huh?" being perceptive was apart of his chosen career. studying others, scanning his surroundings, rome never had his guard down. so when he saw a blonde ever so casually hanging around his table, he had to strike while she was still in the vicinity. he'd, embarrassingly enough, chased her down as soon as his shift ended. but it was hard to tell by his schooled composure, chest fighting to fill with air beneath his buttoned shirt. rome had cornered between a utility closet and the noise of the casino. to an outsider, surely they looked like two lovers in a quarrel. but rome scoffed at the thought. "those obnoxiously blue eyes are hard to miss on a good day. i swore you were going to shoot laser beams at me the way you were staring." his arms are on the door frame now, plenty of space between them if she wanted to scurry away. "so why don't we make this easy? what were you doing, bambi? counting cards? investigating me? or were you hoping if you manifested hard enough i'd come as you on a date and sweep you off those ridiculous heels of yours?"

[brokenmagxc]

@darehearts / starter call.

HOT ELECTRIFIED STEEL SQUELCHES UPON THE BLACKENED HEAP BEFORE HIM, drawing a raucous cry from the beast before it fell limp into the mud. arthur huffs, leaving his sword embedded to bone and skin as he rakes bloodstained hands through his hair. brunette locks flounder in such aggression, and he inveigles every dastardly fiber in his being not to pull at it in frustration, yanking strand by strand with ire and malice. ash and smoke charred at his lungs. his coughs echo into the sudden quiet before he spits the excess ichor from his mouth and looks about. no other beasts had followed. good - he wasn't quite sure if he had the strength for any more.

brown eyes dull on his victim ( victims, for several [ MANY ] other black masses remained seared into the floor ) watching as the contorted body now sizzles against pavement ( OTHERLY in the bones, poisonous and vengeful ). the slayer is perplexed, mainly that such an ugly wraith would wander this close to the capital. and NOT ALONE, to be exact. the monstrous spirits roamed in gaggles and, seemingly compelled, they drew dangerously close to outskirts of the city walls. it is not a common threat to these parts, that much he knows for sure. and with the thought of unusual behaviors still lingering, arthur supposes the people were lucky he was out here at all, able to handle the mess himself like any other road bump along his travels. though, the detour is mostly unappreciated ; a feeling of death looming, icy and cold as if the breath of ghosts fell harsh upon his back - he felt UNCLEAN and, in the burning of his accursed mark, he is reminded that he is running out of time.

running, running, running. he groans something vulgar and reaches for his blade again.

it is a clean exit from the monster whose black blood stains at his weapon. he wipes the vigor against his already soiled pants and sheaths himself. there were lots of other feelings he had besides fury and exhaustion ; mainly, pain in all forms, from the throbbing of his head to the singing of his lungs. the deep searing at his left side pulsates, increasing with each shift of weight as he takes a few steps back from the body at hand. his fingers draw to the wound, noting in irritancy that they will pull back with fresh, dark blood smeared across the skin. great - just, great.

hooves beating against the road catch him unawares after a long moment and, pulling himself away from thoughts of full-bodied anger ( THE AUDACITY ; and he is struggling both under stress and weariness not to unleash HELLFIRE onto the meaningless dirt below his feet ), he turns to face the open lane. someone approaches, quickly, with mighty steed in fast gait, and the best he can do is waive a red hand in the air to stop the man from passing.

“ hey !! it's dangerous here ; you should go back. ” the slayer calls hoarsely. the man slows to a meager gallop before him. the first thing he notices is the golden branding of a crest and, in bewilderment, arthur's brown eyes widen at the sight. a noble ?? out here, in the middle of nowhere ?? he does not recognize the family name ( he is not from these parts, after all - it would be hard for him to understand ) but, after a moment of silence, he realizes it actually doesn't matter who this man claimed to be. it was dangerous out here regardless, especially for a noble, and most certainly with a few more of those wraiths lingering about.

rolling his shoulders with a hushed hiss of the tongue, arthur staggers, the heat at his side violently thrashing against his ribcage. the longer he stood around thinking, the more he began to regret getting involved at all. and the headache ; he is surprised he is still on two feet as the world begins to spin around him. “ there are creatures in the night that rile in earnest, ” he mumbles a warning, cursing his sudden slur. “ you should - try to cross in the morning. ”

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @alexpanganiban where: wherever Alex is chilling at

It was all just so much so fast. The stinging and the memory, what happened with the mega hornet and Tej, the mass grave next to the medicenter... She couldn't deal with all of this all at once. She was amazing at compartmentalizing, though. For now, she was dealing with one thing she felt like she could - finding Alex.

"What the hell is that?!" she snapped the moment she found him, no greeting, no preamble, jumping right into things. "A mass grave?! And you couldn't even give some kind of warning?"

[wcrldcffantasy]

@diotheworldus

A gasp escaped Chel as she had bumped into something hard as she was trying to make her escape from...well, from the very people that she thought she could steal from and run away scot-free.

Dark eyes widened at the sight of this strange foreign man, mouth agape before she soon heard the thudding footsteps and made a quick move to hide behind him.

She was starting to murmur in another language for a second, until she realized this person probably is not fluent and was quick to say in English, "Hide me!"

[anonnikulaphon]

dinner party

Timeline: 2024 October 21st, Monday evening. Location: Sangchareon's ancestral home outside Bangkok. Attire: See this post. Boy is looking good, dressed but showing off so much skin at the same time 😏 With: @reddevildaeng and his and Red's families

Red was finally discharged from the hospital, after nearly twenty days of recovery despite most of his wounds being superficial. The doctors had kept Red a little longer, in the hopes that his missing memory would return, but it looked like that wouldn't happen. Anon didn't mind that - these past few weeks with Red had been the best he had ever spent with the man. There was no animosity or hatred between them, and Red actually wanted to talk to Anon and spend time with him. There was sweetness between them, and Anon never thought he'd get with Red before the man had had his accident.

Anon just hoped that if Red's memories did come back, the time they spent now would be enough to push out whatever prejudices his fiancée had for him in the past.

Both the Sangchareon and Nikulaphon families were excited to welcome Red back to his home, organising a dinner party in the evening in celebration of the man's recovery. The two families had not been together since the engagement almost a month prior, and the reunion was a happy one for almost everybody in attendance. Anon's nieces and nephews were entertaining his mother-in-law, while his grandfather and parents were in conversation with his father-in-law - who was doing much better after his heart attack - and P'Dan. Suri was... Anon didn't know, honestly. They made eye contact, and that was it.

After dinner, Red took Anon into a private room of his home, away from the laughter and chatter of their combined families.

"P'Red, what are we doing here?" Anon asked, curiosity in his voice as they sat next to each other on the couches of the guest living room, his smiles coming more easily to his lips these days. "Was it getting too overwhelming for you, with everyone?" Red had been in a quiet hospital room for days now, so Anon thought that maybe he wanted some time away from the noise of their families.

Anon had been sitting beside Red a lot, these days. And the other never made a motion to push him away, usually instead trying to draw him forward. Most of Red's injuries had healed, but he still wore some of his bruises from his accident on his skin - yet, it didn't take away from the man's handsomeness. Anon had become even better acquainted, with Red's gorgeous face, and now, seated beside him on the couch, was no different.

[purgatored]

STATUS : closed for @hcartcorruptcd ! LOCATION : in front of benny's diner !

CHERRY HAS DONE A LOT OF STUPID SHIT . she can admit that to herself if no one else . sometimes something seems like a really great idea in the moment, and then once the heat of it all dies down well, it seems less great . and maybe this was one of those decisions . but cherry can't exactly worry about that now . after all she's got a fuckin' monster to run over . she knows that all the taunting was probably to get her out here in the first place . and maybe she was kinda stupid for letting it work . but how could she not ? between the fucking storm and the pile of bodies, between el's leg and emerson's fucking carcass, it was like this place was taunting them . insistent and cruel, every fucking day without fail . so yeah, this time when one of those things tapped on her window picking a fight, cherry decided to take the fucker up on it . it was a decision made in anger, sure, but most of cherry's decisions were born in rage, so it's not like that was some big change . she uses emerson's window to sneak the fuck out, picks the lock and makes her way out where those things aren't . runs whilst they walk . revs the engine of the truck while they stroll eerily in the headlights . cherry has never backed down from a fight . maybe she should learn to, but she hasn't . if she could just fuck one of them up . if she could just run one of them over, then it would be like a bit like justice . then it'd even the playing field at least a little bit . anger could blind you . cherry knew it . it's why she felt clever with the knicked talisman in her back pocket . granted, she had no fucking idea it would work . it was mostly just a guess . an impulse really . so it's kind of dumb luck, honestly . but cherry's always been kinda lucky . she tries to make those fuckers into speed bumps exactly three times before one of them slashes the tires with their weird nails . the car skids and that really should've been it . cherry should've reasonably went fucking splat . but the car spins out a bit and she only gets a forehead banged against the wheel for her efforts, well, that and a resulting killer fucking headache . yeah maybe she feels a bit dizzy for a hot second, sees double of the talisman swinging on the rearview mirror, but she's alive . not for lack of trying, mind you . they knock on the windows all fucking night . rock the car too . talk sweetly to her . pick more fights . everything under the sun . but they can't get in . it's like a miracle . a purely accidental one, but a miracle nonetheless . cherry tries to focus on that instead of her pounding head . maybe she is god's favourite after all . after all, she makes it until morning . exhausted and aching but in one piece once the sun comes up . she cracks open her eyes to the brightness of the sunlight with truly no idea when she closed them and has to blink at the silhouette outside the driver's window . not one of those things thankfully . no, the sunlight framing the figure would have given that away . but even if it didn't cherry's pretty sure she could recognize el in the dark anyways . she truly would've almost mistaken the whole thing for a dream if there weren't people milling about, gawking, gossiping, pointing . as it is she still has to blink when she gingerly unlocks the door . " ... mornin' ." cherry mumbles as she moves to shift, an act truly easier said than done . she winces a bit at the renewed ache in her head before squinting at the sun, or more the height of it in the sky . " or fuck, afternoon, i guess ." a beat then as her brows furrow before she's rubbing at her forehead, her fingers touching something tacky and sticky and matted into her hairline . " ... the fuck's everybody starin' at ?"

[angclnumber]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @persephonyed ! BASED ON: this and this !

"OKAY, FULL DISCLOSURE I'M ... STARTING TO FEEL the effects of the tequila here ." oz admits with a tilt of their head, their gaze still intent on her as they try and get their mouth and mind to work in tangent . "so, i'll probably, maybe regret saying this in the morning but ... that doesn't make what i'm about to say any less legitimate . cause it is . legit i mean ." they swallow thickly . "... the truth is i think about kissing you, like ... all the time ."

[muses0fgracie]

@nemekii liked for drones or a box! (( Accepting 4 more ))

He was tired of waiting.

He could hear the train track sounds in the distance, causing the factory to shake a bit as the train passed along on it's route; a surefire way of being able to tell that the little metal things were on their way down to do some 'extracts' or whatever; he never bothered to hear the food's conversation out before he got to eating.

But Boxy was NOT waiting until they got here; he was HUNGRY. He wanted something to eat now. And even if they did get here, there was a chance they could just run away. They had been running away more and more often now, contrary to his promises of actually being able to have food that he'd heard about more often now.... what he had promised Boxy and the rest....

...!

He could hear the footsteps of something. It was a small something, but it was still something. He didn't care how small it would or could be, Boxy still wanted something to eat. Besides, maybe it could hold him over long enough until those specialist-things arrived.

Scrambling around to find a hiding place to be able to quickly get out of, or at the very least somewhere to hide in plain sight somewhere in this large factory room, Boxy eventually noticed an empty conveyor belt. He could just... stay on there. Pretend he was something they worked on. And once his prey was close enough, he could jump. It was flawless.

So Boxy hopped up on top of the empty conveyor belt, tucking himself away in his harmless-enough-looking box, and waited...

Not many could wait for their victims as long as Boxy could, and that was what made this predator so good at capturing and devouring it's prey....

[blitzbuckz]

℧ :: starter / @grimowled  

【𐂃】 ❝ C'mon, Stols. y' can't be locked up in my apartment for the next hundred years watchin' Hell-a-Novela! I... I know the other hellborns can seem pretty harsh but they'll turn around. you'll see! . . . it takes time. ❞

he assured as he stood between the owl && his television, deliberately blocking the screen so they'd pay attention to him. with eagerness wanting to restore them back to their uplifting nature. back to the way they used to be before they drifted apart.

❝ Just stick with me, I'll protect y' . . . like our time at Loo Loo's. whaddya say? ❞

[truly-quirkless]

[@mxndjxcker || Because we are both filthy enablers (/lh).]

First day of school...Fin hadn't really been thinking too much about it, to be honest. Outside of hiding from the kids who went to do their first round of Hero course training, they'd mostly stayed away...until the final bell had rung, and they were all but sure a grand majority of the students had gone home. That was when they'd been wandering the halls of U. A.,...

And spotted a student, still in the halls. Their head tilted slightly, letting their pace increase from its moderately-slow walk to a more average speed.

"Kid? Whatcha still doin' on school grounds? Didn't th' bells ring...I'unno, an hour ago?" They slipped their phone out of their pocket- eyes sliding over the time before finding the teen's visage again. Their phone was once more pocketed, head tilting slightly to the side. "Y'waitin' on someone?" Although this didn't seem like 'waiting for someone'...

More like 'getting the courage to leave'. But- Fin had never been that good at reading people unless they were actively threatening them, so...who were they to judge?

"...or do y'need a minute...?" They stopped short of the edge of a safe distance, far enough away to quickly leave if it was wanted- or walk closer if they thought it was needed.

[brokendreamscreation]

@timelostobserver liked for a Lil Lucid Verse starter!)

Heaven has indeed partaken in many questionable endeavors, but the latest one truly seemed ghastly. The creation of a new seraph from the very same dust as their fallen brethren. And not only that, but crafted in his image as well. The name to many felt like a mockery of their lost brother, a full future replacement for what Lucifer Morningstar could have been. And despite heavy disagreement against this angels creation, it was done and a new life was brought into existence among the other seraphim.

Lucid Eveningstar, the future Angel of Dreams & Illusions, is nothing more than a wee cherub in the beginning. Created as an infant to raise and guide instead of serve and obey from the start. It’s hopeful that this growth will allow better shaping and development for the angel Heaven needs and to curb any unwanted behaviors early on. They could not risk another Lucifer, and this is the only chance they have at creating a proper replacement.

Of course the baby is none the wiser. His needs are simple, but demanding, and like clockwork Lil Lucid is passed from brother to brother to be cared for among the Archangels. Some are more diligent than others, and still the young angel seems to have a knack for getting into things.

Small hands reach at a long cloth hanging over a table, gripping at the fabric. The cherub pulls at it playfully, blissfully unaware of the knick-knacks on top. Each tug scoots them ever closer to the edge, one thumping over against the table top as it’s jostled.

[sunblud]

HALFDENT: ❝   a man is both good && evil , if he says otherwise ; he's a dirty liar   .  ❞

         halfling would be lying through her teeth to say that she’s unused to this, that the sharp chill from the docks curling around her bare ankles ( and what possessed her to think that running trainers –outside of the need for a speedy getaway– was smart in Gotham’s December climate? ) and the potent weight of uncertain danger was something new, something interesting and different—-- but even out of Bon Temps she was not awarded such luxury. hands clutch at the makeshift table between them ( gloveless and bootless wasn’t ideal, but all she can hope is that the worst comes to worst, her fingerprints are enough if there’s nothing else left of her ).

         claret painted bottom lip sucked into her mouth as nervous smile tugs at tense corners of her mouth, an ugly snort causing her head to rock and ponytail bob in the air, ❛ —-ain’t that the truth. ❜ ( if only you knew. )

         halfling considers a peak into the shadows, considers opening her barriers and just testing to see exactly how many onlookers the pair have, but the last thing she needs is a distraction ( thoughts of what’s for dinner, whether so-and-so’s wife and or husband really meant what they asked them to do last night—- etc. etc. etc. ), when at any moment she could find a gun pointed directly at her, or the feel of a cool blade against her scarf covered neck ( that at least she didn’t risk forgetting, and boy does she wish that she couldn’t identify the feeling of that ), so she settles for ( what she hopes, ) fixing @halfdent with an open, warming smile ( or at least as warm as she can get when she’s shivering like a leaf and just praying that she somehow forgoes frostbite ), ❛ —-so uh, Harv was it? what was it you needed me for again? ❜

[slumpcd]

" i don't wanna talk right now, i just wanna watch tv. " // @mccntower

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @selinswonderland where: in the Wilderness

Darcy was terrified, and that was saying a lot.

But Beema was still alive and out there and something horrible and huge and giant was out there, potentially hunting her, so there was no question that they needed to help her. Maybe there was a bit more question if Darcy had to be there, there was a few moments of hesitation on her part for certain, but in the end she couldn't have stayed away, couldn't have stayed back on the beach.

So now she was in the Wilderness, hoping she was heading in the right way. Nobody knew where they were really going, but they had to find Beema, right? They just had to.

Ans hopefully before the hornets found them, too.

Thankfully it wasn't the hornets she stumbled into first - it was Selin, probably here for the same reason as she did. "Selin? Selin!" she called out - or more like whisper-called out and jogged up to the woman, hoping she heard her and wouldn't get a jump scare as Darcy stepped up against her. "I'm assuming you haven't found Beema yet either, right? Or seen that giant mostrosity?"

[jokangmin]

closed for: @abcwithmsz location: outside some bar

It wasn't uncommon for Kangmin to be up late playing video games with his friends - just as it wasn't uncommon for him to answer any late night texts available for whatever the night brought. Tonight wasn't any different when he received the 'You up?' text from Zana minutes earlier. He pulled up in front of the establishment in his black Honda civic and rolled down his window when he spotted her approaching. "I'm convinced you have me saved as Uber Driver on your phone." the man said chuckling lightly.

[sahrademir]

WHO: @finneganparker WHERE: Golden Hour, After Close

With the sign flipped to close and most of the chairs already flipped up onto their tables, Sahra connected her phone to the bar's sound system, interrupting the normal music that had been turned down as they cleaned to play her Spotify liked songs playlist (which consisted mostly of Broadway songs, Taylor Swift, and lately, Olivia Rodrigo). Ramping up the volume a bit as she began to sing along, the brunette grabbed a rag and began to wipe down the the bar, moving closer to her coworker with a playful grin on her features. "Hey Nemo, wanna do a shot?" She asked, making sure she spoke loud enough to be heard over the music. "Person who makes the biggest face empties out the drip traps?"