#closed starter: jeremy

[jetaiimee]

"Why are you still fucking dressed? Take your clothes off." Very smooth Jeremy, you fucking awkward piece of shit. He had just come home after a long day at work, eager for relief with the pretty thing he had paid a hefty sum to keep him company. "I'm annoyed as fuck. I think you should suck me off to lift my mood." // closed starter @killervibez

[monstersxxorxxmen]

@galahadsrpboy

"I'll admit.... I wasn't expecting this to go as well as it is," Jeremy admitted to the other. He had been reluctant to the idea of a blind date but his friend had insisted they'd make a good match. And as much as he hated to admit it his friend had been right, the date had been the best he'd had in a long while. "Would you... like to come back to mine?"

[hunter-royalty]

Closed starter for @multi-royalty Kyle

Jeremy leaned against the railing of his back porch, lighting his second cigarette, wondering what would happen if he just stayed out here. It was cold out and he was in a Tshirt, couldn't really feel his skin anymore so maybe that was a moot point.

The first set of report cards had come in for the year and he was failing three classes. Not doing great in the other ones either - though he'd quit most of the drugs and wasn't skipping classes anymore. Not that Elena and Jenna believed him.

Out of pity or to score some brownie points, Elena's new boyfriend had offered to tutor him. How did Jeremy get yelled at for smoking weed but it was totally fine for Elena cope by dating half the football team??

That's who he was avoiding right now. Jeremy had never been a stand out A+ student, but he wasn't dumb either. Or at least, he didn't used to be dumb. Just twenty minutes ago he'd been about to cry out of frustration with the way the numbers seemed to dance across the page in front of him. Nothing made sense and it made him feel like a genuine idiot. Ever since the crash.

The freshman hadn't been about to cry in front of Kyle, senior varsity football star whatever. So he rudely shoved his chair back and ran out the back door, saying he just needed a minute.

Chain smoking would clear that straight up...

[touchedbydestiny]

@jeremydied liked the starter call for amara

        amara has no idea if she ever felt something like this, something so similar to … what exactly? her? her situation? her entire being? and yet, amara also recognized something else. something very alluring. death. strange, she had always imagined death differently. formless. weightless. exalted over everything.

       this, however, was a person. or at least looked like a person. an ordinary person. someone from around the corner. perhaps, she fears, she is losing her mind again. and yet she had to try.

       it was one of the few times amara reached out her hand and voluntarily touched someone. perhaps she had hoped that touching his arm would result in something (like it does when spirits want to pass through her). preferably being sucked away into oblivion. but nothing seemed to happen. her brown eyes looked up at the man, confusion in her eyes.

       "why doesn't it work?"

[painofhumanity]

@safestkittykatintown liked the test muse starter call

"Yeah, I really don't know what you think you're gonna get from me, Katherine. You haven't exactly given me a lot of reasons to like you."

[mysticfallsresidents]

closed plotted starter for @aaurelia. / aurelia frump & jeremy gilbert.

⚰️    ――――         JEREMY  FELT  HIS  HEART  BREAK  THE  MOMENT  THAT  ELENA  HAD  INFORMED  HIM  WHAT  HAD  HAPPENED  TO  AURELIA.  he  wasn't  surprised  at  all  that  damon  would  do  something  so  evil,  but  to  aurelia?  she  didn't  deserve  that   —   out  of  all  the  people  that  damon  has  inflicted  pain  upon,  aurelia  was  the  last  person  to  ever  deserve  to  go  through  something  so  terrifying.  he  didn't  blame  her  for  completing  the  transition;  she  didn't  want  to  die,  who  would?  but,  he  still  feared  for  her  for  what  was  to  come.  he  saw  what  his  sister  had  gone  through;  the  grief,  the  depression,  the  anger,  the  deliriousness.  he  hoped  aurelia  would  survive  it  better  than  elena  did,  but  thankfully,  she  had  him  and  elena  by  her  side,  even  stefan  and  caroline.  he  wanted  to  check  on  her.  it  had  been  a  few  days  since  she's  fully  transitioned  into  her  new  vampiric  state,  and  he  wanted  her  to  know  he  was  still  her  friend.  he  knocked  twice  softly  on  her  bedroom  door,  creaking  it  open  slightly  just  to  show  it  was  only  him,  not  that  dreadful  damon.      ❛      hey,  it's  me      ❜     he  told  her,  giving  her  a  small  smile  and  staying  at  the  threshold  of  the  room  until  she  invited  him  fully.      ❛     i  wanted  to  see  how  you  were  doing   —   how  are  you     ?     how  are  you   [   ....   ]   dealing   ?      ❜    he  asked,  only  out  of  concern  for  his  dear  friend.

[grace-aka-mom]

Grace had been excited to get off work early enough to enjoy the beauty of the late spring. She just may have been in too much of a hurry as she ends up bumping into a handsome stranger. The woman looks up into his eyes and smiles as a line of blush spreads across her cheeks. "I am so sorry. I should have been watching where I was going. I didn't hurt you, did I?" @vcndetta

[honeyedblossom]

closed starter for @soldefied ( jeremy )

"Forgive me, I'm just a little surprised is all, I truly never thought I'd see the day you'd consider retiring," Donnie glanced up after taking a long drink from his glass before nodding. "But it's a permanent decision, so you do have to be sure before taking that step, either way, you know you have my support. Perhaps we can even take one of those trips we've talked about over the years, finally."

[deceptivemorals]

starter for @wehowl​ → jeremy

           jeremy danvers. elijah was almost tempted to acknowledge the presence of the other one with a small smile. it's rare to engage with a person that shares the same values and virtues. jeremy and his pack had stuck to their part of the deal they made and in turn, elijah had kept the secret that he was entrusted with.

          "i thought it's only fair to give an advance warning." not only because he actually appreciates jeremy danvers but also because elijah has a not ignorable personal interest in ensuring the safety of that rare pack. "my brother got word about one or two wandering wolves in this area. i don't know if they belong to your group or if they are actual ‘common’ wolves but i recommend being careful. niklaus will come and investigate to collect these wolves."

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1930 Ford Highboy Coupe

There’s always lots of detail work with any build and this ’30 Ford highboy coupe is no exception. Look closely and you will find Craftworks Fabrication handmade steel motor mounts. The license plate and valve covers were painted by Jeremy Seanor of Luckystrike Designs. He also painted all the accompanying engine and tranny parts. The powdercoat was handled by Pittsburgh Powder Coat while the chrome plating was conducted by Jon Wright’s Custom Chrome Plating.

The chassis is comprised of a Roadster Shop custom frame that was stepped, stretched, and features contoured ’32 Ford-style framerails. It was also then boxed, capped, and has hole punch flared front framehorns. From here the frame is outfitted with a Super Bell 4-inch drop, drilled and plated I-beam axle, low-profile monoleaf spring with Ridetech tubular shocks paired to custom-made drilled billet radius rods from Johnson’s Hot Rod Shop. Steering falls to the Flaming River box and a LimeWorks Hot Rod column topped with a four-spoke Billet Specialties Sprint Car–style leather-wrapped wheel. In back there’s a Currie 9-inch rearend outfitted with 3.70 gears, 31-spline axles, QA1 coilovers, a Pete & Jakes Panhard bar, and a parallel four-link setup. Braking is a combination of disc/drum front to rear. The forward braking dark gray–painted Wilwood Dynalite calipers are neatly hidden behind the Pete & Jakes finned backing plates. While in back the 9-inch is outfitted with 11-inch brakes, this time hidden beneath the SO-CAL Speed Shop finned drums all the while the chassis rides on a full set of 16-inch Dayton wire wheels wrapped with Coker/Excelsior rubber measuring 5.50R16 in front and 7.00R18 in the back.

All hot rods have something fun settled between the ’rails and beneath the hood (well if they have a hood). In the case of our ’30 Ford highboy coupe it sure appears to be a vintage Ford Y-block but after more than a cursory look we begin to see the telltale signs that there’s something more. Indeed, while it may look like a Ford it truly is a 376-inch LSX iron block, with aluminum heads and ARP studs, plus adapter-equipped small-block Ford (Windsor) valve covers all from Don Hardy Race Cars and then assembled by Talik and Marc Mullin. The intake is an Edelbrock LS dual quad with a pair of Thunder AVS EnduraShine carbs dressed in OTB air cleaners. Delivering the gas from the Tanks stainless reservoir is an Earl’s Performance billet fuel pump. More engine accessories include an MSD 6AL box to go along with the MSD billet Ford small-block distributor that functions through a timing cover adapter from Chevrolet Performance all the while using an MSD coil and Lokar vintage plug wires. Powermaster also supplied the alternator and starter, the battery is an XS Power AGM, and a Wegner Motorsports water pump is used as well as a Wegner front accessory drive unit. This 500-plus hp V-8 utilizes custom headers made at Craftworks Fabrication based on Ultimate Headers LS header flanges. The pseudo-Ford small-block is backed up to a TCI StreetFighter 700-R4 with a 2,800-stall speed converter operated by a Lokar shifter. The trans cooler comes by way of Derale Performance and moves the power through a 3-inch-diameter custom-made driveshaft.

[billdenbrough]

@naturecalls111 prompted me kevaaron + procrastination and was like ‘post grad’, meaning they’re not undergrads if it’s canonverse, & something abt the phrasing latched into my brain so we ended up with this vaguely professor au w/ the flimsiest excuse for a TA-adjacent situation ever instead. idk. as ever this was just for her texts & i’m coming off a 30hr migraine so pls forgive me LMAO <3

“I can see right through you,” Kevin murmurs.

“Oh, yeah?” Aaron challenges. God, he’s close.

“Mm,” Kevin says. “You just don’t want to mark the test.”

It's an accusation, but there’s no censure in his voice. He's amused, mostly; fond too, despite himself. It’s not exactly behaviour he should be encouraging, but—

Aaron huffs. “I never want to mark a test,” he points out. “Undergrads are fucking stupid. Or these ones are, anyway.”

“You were an undergrad once,” Kevin says. He very determinedly keeps his hands steady on the bench. Maybe he’s gripping the edge so he stays in place; so what? That's between him and whatever God Renee believes in enough for the both of them.

“These ones,” Aaron repeats, scoffing. “Anyway, I'd never have taken a history paper. Get real.”

Kevin can’t help the frown there. “History is fascinating,” he argues. Aaron scoffs at him again, but the way he watches Kevin runs counter to that. Like he’s listening to whatever Kevin says, regardless. “It is,” Kevin insists again, clearing his throat.

Aaron's gaze tracks the movement, eyes following the motion of his throat, and Kevin kind of wants to clench the counter edge hard enough to crack the formica. Jesus Christ.

“You like research,” Kevin says. He keeps his eyes on Aaron, watches as he steps in closer again. “History is an endless study of every mistake we’ve ever made—”

“—So we don’t repeat our forefathers’ mistakes?” Aaron asks wryly. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s a non-starter.”

“No,” Kevin says, shaking his head. “We’re bad at learning. Mostly, we don’t even see the patterns for decades, if not centuries.”

Aaron cocks his head. “Doesn’t that frustrate you?” he asks. “I've seen you watch sports. You get mad if people make the same fuck-up within, like, three minutes.”

An image floats in Kevin’s head, unbidden: the two of them at the sports bar, late one night after they finally convinced Jeremy to go the fuck home because the college wasn’t paying him enough to sleep at his desk to reply to nineteen year olds’ panicked emails at 11:17pm before a midnight deadline. Kevin had been unbelievably put-out by the Astros’ scoreline; Aaron hadn’t cared so much, but had seemed to find great entertainment in prodding at Kevin to express his opinion to a bar full of patrons who strongly disagreed with him.

Do you even care about baseball? Kevin had asked in the end, exasperated. He’d unknotted his tie and slipped off his jacket, heated by his opinions and the game and the alcohol and the way Aaron had sat there, head tilted, that clever mouth of his quirked up to the side like a smirk, like a secret.

Not really, Aaron had said, shrugging. He swished his beer a little. I played hockey at school myself. Before Kevin could get too excited about that—a sport! An actual goddamn sport! that wasn’t only worth watching European leagues for, cough cough Jeremy and Jean and fucking football—Aaron added, I like seeing how much you care about it, though, and knocked Kevin right on his ass, metaphorically-speaking.

That night had ended in a blur: Kevin’s flushed cheeks as he lectured the bar at large about heliocentrism after finishing his grumbling about the baseball, Aaron’s quiet snort and eyes that laughed more than his mouth did, alcohol-sticky wood beneath his feet as he made his way to the bathroom, the taste of Aaron’s beer on his lips, Aaron’s cool fingers a balm against his cheek, his mouth a searing heat burning all the way through Kevin.

Then when Kevin’s TA dropped out because of ‘unmanageable stress’ (which was not Kevin’s fault, no matter what Dan says, she and Matt can fuck off) and he had to scramble to figure out what to do, Abby had offered one of her tutors—but only for marking, Kevin, he has no base in history. He’s just smart enough to use a rubric and willing to help. Between this and Jean’s long-suffering offer to lead the tutorial that didn’t clash with his meetings with his advisor, and even Neil’s unlikely assistance in the form of helping restructure the syllabus, it all seemed pretty manageable. (The history department had quietly come to the conclusion that this was not, strictly speaking, acceptable by university standards, but elected to ignore this information until the conclusion of the semester. As far as Kevin’s been able to tell in his years in academia, this is how things tend to work.)

When Abby showed up at his office with Aaron, though, Kevin's cheeks had gone hot enough that she’d asked him if he was sure he wasn’t coming down with a stress fever. Aaron's face had stayed blank, but his eyes were – amused.

It was one thing when Aaron had been the regular third person in the staff room late at night alongside Jeremy and Kevin, rubbing his eyes as he scowled at whatever it was he was looking at. (Anatomy exams, Kevin found out later.) He’d been mostly quiet, but sharply funny when he’d ended up interacting with them, mostly starting with indelicate snorts at whatever madcap thing Jeremy was saying, then incredulous stares at Kevin’s rebuttal, and finally muttered jabs as he worked the coffee machine and Jeremy laughed delightedly and Kevin stared at him with disbelief and a slow-building warmth in the base of his stomach.

It was yet another thing when Aaron had been the guy he bundled up Jeremy with, the guy he got drunk with for hours in a sports bar, the guy who laughed at him and offered him buffalo wings so spicy that they made Aaron’s cheeks red and Kevin’s lips feel like they were on fire, until Aaron kissed him, tipsy outside the bar, the warmth spreading through Kevin overtaking both the chilly night air and the spice-stained echoes on Kevin’s mouth.

But it was another thing entirely for Aaron to be Aaron, meaning Abby's favourite postgrad and the guy who diligently read Kevin’s syllabus on top of his own work just to better understand the marking rubric and hater of psych majors everywhere. Aaron, with his tired eyes and quiet laugh and complete inability to answer a phone call from his brother in a normal way. (At one point, Kevin had been half-concerned he was ordering a hit—less about the morality or legality of the situation, more in a if you get arrested, I’m screwed again type way—until Neil had shown up half an hour later with lunch for Aaron and Aaron had gone, ugh and Neil had rolled his eyes, spotted Kevin, and turned to Aaron to say, you’re one to talk. Aaron had flushed a little, then scowled and flipped Neil off, and said fuck off, to which Neil said, gladly, then see you at dinner? And Aaron had waved his hand. If you eat your fucking vegetables, to which Neil had laughed, and flipped him off, and walked out. Kevin had stared at Aaron, nonplussed, but Aaron had ignored him, focusing instead on the test he was marking while he ate the sandwich Neil had brought.) Aaron, with his unbelievably rude opinions about Kevin’s lack of video game knowledge, and the genuinely unreasonable amount of sour gummies he can put away in an hour, and the unbearably soft look he gets on his face when he’s sleepy and huffy and Kevin has gently dragged away whichever test he’s marking or article he’s reading that’s made him so grumpy late at night.

Aaron, who Kevin actually knows now. And likes even more for it, which is inconvenient and inopportune and probably inevitable.

Kevin clears his throat. “People are meant to try and win in sports,” he says. “History is about things that have already happened. It’s a different ballpark.” There’s a moment, and then, “They’ve already lost the battle. I'm not rooting for anything else there.”

Something flares up in Aaron's eyes at that, and he snakes his hand forward, tugging on Kevin's tie. Kevin, hands still holding onto the bench, allows it.

“But sports are about victory?” Aaron asks. 

He’s not even subtle about procrastinating, Kevin thinks. He wants to laugh. He swallows a sigh instead, and says, a little warningly, “Aaron…”

But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t stop Aaron, doesn’t do anything to stop him. Maybe leans in a little, even.

“Yeah,” Kevin says after a long moment. “History, you live or you die. Sports, you’re the best or you’re not.”

“That's a reductive way of looking at the world,” Aaron says, but it’s that tone he gets sometimes, the one where Kevin doesn’t know if he believes it or if he just wants to poke at Kevin a little. Kevin hates that he likes it as much as he does; that he lets it stoke him up, bites at the bit every time.

“You are not subtle,” Kevin murmurs. The tests are sitting on the table behind Aaron, staring up at the ceiling. Aaron's coffee is abandoned, probably cold.

You are not subtle, Kevin says, and means it, but Aaron’s cocked his eyebrow at him, and there’s something a little taunting in his eyes, and he’s still holding onto Kevin’s tie, and something in Kevin loosens. He sighs, and lets go of the bench, tucking his fingers into Aaron's belt loops instead and pulling him forward.

“Is this a sport?” Aaron asks, because he’s a dick and facetious and he knows just how to make Kevin want to shut him up.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Kevin scolds, and then leans forward to kiss the rebuttal out of Aaron's mouth.

[jeremyxlieberman]

closed starter for @charliesxdavis location: kismet harbor hospital

This was the last thing Jeremy ever thought he would be doing. While some may have done it when finding out they had a son, her had believed Mabel as he had no reason not to and fully trusted that Caleb was his son. However with Charlie, he just wanted to know for sure that was going on. He could've talked to his mother, but that was the last thing he wanted to do. He'd reach out and she end up back in town for some reason and the vicious cycle with her could continue. This was easier, even if it hard. He sat nervously in the waiting room for Charlie to show up so they could get this done. He may have been there early out of nerves anyways. He did look up when someone entered the room and finally, he saw the man and he waved at him. "Hey. I already checked in. They haven't called us back or anything yet."

[monstersxxorxxmen]

@divineandmundane

"I know it's probably not your idea of a good time," Jeremy said as he adjusted his tie and made sure he looked presentable. "But I appreciate you coming to this gallery showing with me, I promise I'll more than make it up to you."

[burygods]

starter call : micaela jean arlington.

he should have been happy. he won. narrowly so though, and that is why he certainly was not happy. it should have been a wider gap than it was --- he won by the skin of his teeth. especially after last time when she wiped the sand with him. levi had been getting bored. as much as he loved winning, there was no competition. now there was. in @epigraphed. the object of his desires and his irritations.

" my nephew thinks you're great. " levi speaks, leaning against her horse trailer with his arms folded across his chest. " don't ask me why. he has his dad's taste in women. " his tone the slightest bit bitter as he speaks about how close the scoring was. jeremy always coming to the rodeo's closest to their hometown, in their home state, and he loved it when his nephew could come along.

[crowroboros]

What are your opinions on Micha?

For starters; love to see a bat in a fvn/furry art in general. Especially when the traits of that species gets utilized in the story. It makes the world feel more alive.

So, I read Echo in the following order: Carl's route -> Leo's route -> TJ's route -> Route 65 -> Jenna's route -> Flynn's route before taking a break for a month and accidentally discovering the side stories when I went to reread the vn. After getting Leo's good & bad endings back to back and then following it up with the pain that is TJ's route, I figured that Route 65 would be a nice light-hearted break from the main story. It wasn't, but the point is that I somewhat already knew of Micha's existence prior to going into Jenna's route. At least, I knew of his connection to Leo even if I didn't know exactly who it was.

He kind of reminds me of Flynn. With Keith serving as Micha's Sydney. Though it could be argued that Micha, while still desperate for answers about what happened to Keith, has accepted that Keith is gone better than Flynn has come to terms with Sydney's death. And as I'm writing this I just realized that both Micha and Flynn had a brief sexual relationship with Leo that ended with both Micha and Flynn feeling used and discarded by the wolf. Maybe Micha is meant to be a Flynn parallel for the Tetanus Alley gang. Perhaps that is obvious but I certainly didn't notice.

I didn't think much of Micha in Route 65 cause he appeared for one scene and while his appearance was notable it didn't give me much to work with. He wasn't even named, I think he was just "figure with a camera" if I remember right. Upon rereading Route 65 after Echo, it makes everything much more clear. I also wasn't too sure what to think of Micha upon his introduction in Echo beyond his friendship with Jeremy, Clint, and Heather and that he was kind of a shithead, but as Jenna's route went on he really grew on me. He went out of his way to admit to playing a part in Carl's disappearance even though it would get him put in danger, he tried to protect Leo from Brian, he helped calm Heather down in her home when she had everyone at gunpoint, etc. Micha proved time and time again to be a pretty great guy. Seeing him at the end of Jenna's good ending hanging out with the main cast was great. His stand-offish and arrogant demeanor being a defense mechanism after being abandoned by his family and cast aside by people he considered himself close to led to some great characterization as Micha grew closer to Chase and the rest of the main cast. Watching his walls slowly drop and seeing him bond with the others was nice.

Micha is the prime example of why I really wish we had a bit more on everyone in the Tetanus Alley gang. Jeremy, Clint, Heather, and Micha all have this complex relationship with each other and the rest of the cast and I would love to see more of it to flesh out their characters. Cause Micha is a pretty good character and I want the to say the same for the others as well. Not even a full route dedicated to them, maybe a side story or two.

[painofhumanity]

@drkroots liked the test muse starter call

"I really hope you've got what I'm looking for, because I already flew all the way across the country and looked in like five different stores, and so far, I've got nothing." How he'd ended up running on an errand for witches was a little beyond him, but here he was.