#i. CLOSED STARTER

[mobius-m-mobius]

Lokius + touch in season 2 / (season 1)

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[orangetintedglasses]

@forgivenpunishment // guess we're camping for the night

Traveling while there were outages was something ill-advised all across the planet. Even moreso when it wasn't just some localized thing-- with nearly an entire quadrant just one big question mark in terms of gang activity, weather patterns and a number of other hazards common to a hellish sand planet, no one knew what was going on and most public broadcasts were pretty heavy-handed in reminding everyone to stay safe, and not travel anywhere outside the influence of Octovern and May, labeling the entire area in-between as a dead zone until further notice.

How the cities themselves managed to get away without a scratch, though, no one was sure. But there was quite an uproar building about leaving the active cities and settlements not within their jurisdictions to the wolves...

Especially at the start of sandstorm season.

Vash was doing his part as passenger by keeping an eye out for trouble where Wolfwood couldn't as they went along their merry way, driving across a massive expanse of nothing but sand and half-ruined structures (which he assumed were old rest stops and brave attempts at making camp, torn down by weather and time), headed towards the first set of coordinates given to them by people in the last town. There, they'd said, they could find a couple of Plants who wouldn't see engineers for quite some time still-- and yeah, it was nearly a three hour drive, but get out there, calm them down and get them working again? That would hasten some of the recovery for people and places at least a hundred iles out. Maybe more, if they were willing to share.

So of course Vash-- ever the altruist --insisted that they give it a shot.

They were getting fairly close when the Plant spotted it: the beginnings of a storm gathering on the horizon. A dark smattering of wind, sand and lightning; not directly in front of them, but coming at them from the side, and coming at them fast. They had maybe half an hour, tops, before it caught up to them; Vash relayed this information to Wolfwood and the pair quickly detoured from their course, seeking out the closest structure that had a ceiling and four(ish) walls before the storm could strand them out in the open.

What they found wasn't... perfect, but it was definitely good enough. An old wooden structure with scuffed-up glass in it's windows, and big double doors still firmly on their hinges that Angelina could fit through to keep her out of the storm, too. It... had clearly had more floors at some point in the past, but the floor between the first and former-second floor was still there to provide them coverage, as well.

It was the best they could do on such short notice; the winds were already howling when they rolled up, and kicked up wisps of sand and dirt up and around their legs as they hurried the three of them inside. A bonafide blessing in the middle of nowhere.

"Yeah, this doesn't look like it has plans to let up any time soon..." Vash said idly, frowning out the window. Flashes of lightning and ominous, rumbling thunder overhead appeared to agree with him as he turned to face his companion, walking back into the center of the room.

"Guess we're sandwiched until further notice. Just glad we got here before it got dark..."

[zahri-melitor]

Tim suffers from a situation where he occasionally commits thought crime (thinks about how killing someone would be easier/how he would like someone to be dead/plans out how to kill someone) but does the right thing in person, and doesn't kill people and will act heroically to save even the lives of villains and people he hates. Which gets him cancelled as lacking in morals and being 'two seconds from killing at any time'. While someone like Jason, who commits actual crimes in person but validates the reasons for doing it in his head, gets lauded for why killing drug dealers is excellent and should be morally correct.

Maybe it's a bit law and justice and rules follower of me, but thinking the bad thoughts and still doing the right thing is a better approach than doing the bad thing while telling yourself it's for the right reasons actually.

Actions are more important than what you say in the privacy of your own mind. That's the bit other people can see and interpret.

[quiet-admirer]

But actually what is it about a 30-pound weight gain that's such a hot increment of weight

[idnull]

@miidnighters | i'm impatient ♡

in the few days leading up to their next (first?) date, carmella has a hard time focusing on anything that isn't related to flynn. work is a breeze, especially now that she is a bit more relaxed around the men who want to touch her, and after getting the ingredients for their dinner and dessert, she doesn't really have an excuse to leave her apartment, so she just watches TV from the very spot on her couch that she can't stop thinking about. she does spend a little bit of time choosing an outfit, but that doesn't take longer than an hour because she's not someone who gets dressed up all that often.

now, though, she's standing outside his front door and wishing she'd worn something a little less girl-next-door than her current outfit, even though he won't be able to see it. maybe something sexier, with lingerie underneath that she could've surprised him with. it'll just have to wait until next time.

"hi, handsome," she greets excitedly when he opens the door, pulling him into a hug and a tender kiss before she's picking up her bag of ingredients. "now you get to show me around your place!"

[thearcherbrothersx]

Closed starter for @aftermiiidniiight / Muse: Declan Archer

He'd agreed to come by and pick her up this evening. He'd had a late meeting and she was out with friends not too far from his office, so naturally it made sense for his driver to swing by her venue on the way back to his place rather than have her make her way there later.

Declan left his driver with the car outside and made his way inside the club she'd told him she'd be at, his features maintaining the visual of ice; cool and calm. This despite the fact that his eyes visibly began searching the area for her as soon as he stepped inside. He looked entirely out of place, perfectly trimmed and kempt, dressed in a tailored Armani suit, a Rolex around his wrist. The sheer value of the man's attire probably surpassed the average occupant's yearly income. And yet he didn't seem bothered by the smell, the noise or fact that one person or other was intermittently bumping into him as he made his way through the crowds.

In fact, his expression didn't change until he finally spotted the gorgeous redhead on the dancefloor surrounded by several appropriately aged males, and at that point it was only for his lips to thin and brows to shift slightly higher on his forehead before his features settled back into that same indifferent mien. He watched her for a few seconds, considering the many different actions he could take, as well as the possible outcomes of those actions, before he turned around to leave.

[tyliocellier]

Closed starter for @noiranamnesis

To direct a truly great performance is difficult. To direct the perfect performance is impossible. That was what he had been told by his mentor years ago and rather than take it as the humbling piece of advice it was intended to be, Tylio had internalized it as a personal challenge instead. Because he knew that it was possible. Perfection did exist. He witnessed it with his own eyes when he visited the Palais Garnier for the first time and saw his first ever ballet performance. To simply call it a performance would be a disservice, it had been a lifechanging experience for him. That day, he had the pleasure of bearing witness to what turned out to be the most skillfully performed rendition of Odette he'd ever see and it was also the rendition he would spend the rest of his life training people to recapture...

...with mixed results.

Finding the right swan was difficult. No, it was grueling. Last year's Odette was good, perhaps even great but she was not perfect. This year he was once again holding auditions. It was the second round today, and he honestly wasn't sure what to expect. There had been a few decent candidates but he had yet to find someone who was capable of capturing the essence of both the white and black swan. Most people believed they were capable of only one. It was his job to find the exception.

"It's your turn, miss...", he briefly glanced at the paper in his hand, before looking up and back at one of the dancers who'd been waiting by the sidelines. "...Beauséjour." A faint smile showed on his face as he realized the name was French. Dancers from all over the world traveled here for a chance at a proper education, it was not a given that his students were French. Most of them were international, which was why he held his classes in English. He gestured towards the dancefloor with one hand, while the pianist on one side of the room began to play. "Show me your white swan."

[front-facing-pokemon]

[edgarwayne]

Location: Art and Christian's Condo

Edgar adjusted on his stomach for what felt like the 100th time as he glanced at his watch. He'd been laying in the bed for hours, long after Christian was supposed to have come home, and even he was getting tired of reading on his tablet. About ready to call it a fool's attempt, his shoulders hiked as he heard the front door open. Edgar prayed it was Christian and not Art. He really did not want to explain to the other why he was laying in their bed, naked, a single rose sticking up from his arse cheeks. It was already embarrassing without needing to explain to an amused boyfriend.

With the bedroom door opening, Edgar glanced over his shoulder and let out a long exhale at a worn out looking Christian. Thank god. Still, his cheeks heated as a lifted brow greeted him. "Um. I-I remember you have said a few times this was something you always wanted to come home to. You can say no and I can leave but....but this is me trying in your love language."

@darkenedroad

[chaosgodoflove]

Closed starter for @fifteenandcounting

Ruby took a deep breath as she stared up at the door in front of them. It was a seemingly normal venue, located in Cardiff. Over the doorway, it simply read the word "Fuel". And covering the windows and doors were various concert posters.

But one in particular stood out. An ethereally beautiful blonde man, staring out at the viewer, in the most alluring way. Even on the paper, his dark eyes drew you in. Under his picture, he was simply labeled as "Eros". Whether this was simply a stage name, after the God, or his real name, nobody knew. But it was attention grabbing, either way.

"That's him," Ruby said, pointing to the poster. "I saw him in London last week. The show seemed quite normal. But at the end, everyone had just... vanished. I don't know how. It all happened so quick. But I'm sure he's behind it. That's why I wanted you to come with me. If anyone can stop him, and save those people, it's you."

With that said, Ruby pushed the door open, leading the Doctor into the small music club, where the show was set to start in only a few minutes.

[gamereign]

       @path-of-blue-eyes   /   𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 !! ♡

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ,   rendering yuugi less than capable of giving too much thought to   where he is   or how he got there once his consciousness fazes back in .   but the lack of concern may also stem from his   𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 ;   the silky ,   lightly perfumed sheets beneath him and the warm jacket   (   far too large   to be his own   )   draped over his front offer a   SOOTHING COMFORT   that could inspire him to lie here forever .

            yet ,   when the door swings open ,   yuugi still   PERKS UP AT ONCE ,   twinkling violets unveiling to take in the neat ,   nigh on sterile - looking   guest room while slender arms work to   rather clumsily   prop him up on his elbows .   his face flushes a soft pink ,   but he can’t decipher whether it’s due to   HIS BLOOD - ALCOHOL CONTENT LEVEL   or the fact that the sight of his new ,     very much jacketless   visitor has contextualized where the garment serving as his   makeshift blanket   had come from .

            “   kaiba - kun ,   ”   he greets ,   raising one of his dainty hands to cup his own forehead .   abashedly ,   yuugi giggles .   HE CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH   ━━━━   the fact that he’d managed to waltz into such an   embarrassing situation   at his first   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫’𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲   bears enough humor to keep him afloat rather than allowing him to drown in his   MORTIFICATION .   “   i   [   . . .   ]   think i drank too much .   ”

            this isn’t like yuugi at all .   he thought he’d been keeping track of his intake ,   especially since he’s an   infamous lightweight   and gets tipsy in the   BLINK OF AN EYE   if he’s not careful .   BUT HE’D JUST BEEN HAVING SO MUCH FUN :   he’d been astonished that he and mokuba had managed to talk kaiba into allowing this event in the first place ,   and he hadn’t wanted to waste it by worrying too much about anything .   evidently ,   he’d been   a little too carefree ,   but kaiba ,   who he’s learned by now is always   FULL OF SURPRISES ,   had looked out for him ,   taken him away from the noise of the party so he could gather his bearings and finish the night   𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬��𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 .

            yuugi knows better than to make a big show of the friendly gesture   ━━━━   knows that kaiba will   GENERATE TEN THOUSAND EXCUSES   as to why it actually hadn’t been such a   sweet thing to do   in that big brain of his .   instead ,   he sits up fully on the guest bed ,   scooting toward the edge just as the other man joins him in the   calm quiet   of the room ,   away from the commotion of   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 .   

            “   are you excited for the new year ??   ”   he asks ,   looking up toward him with starlight in his gaze .   “   i sure am .   i think we’ll make a lot of great things together ,   and i can’t wait to be part of it .   i know you never want to admit it ,   but we’ve always made a great team .   ”

            for a   textbook optimist   like yuugi ,   the new beginnings brought by a whole new year fills his heart to its brim with hope .   but there’s a sentimentality that comes with leaving the past behind ,   which he’s done with   VARYING SUCCESS ,   considering there are many things of which he has yet to let go .   but he’d always imagined that kaiba bringing him into the company meant something more than just wanting to collaborate with   a like - minded talent   when it comes to their passion for dueling ;   he’d imagined it was kaiba’s way of wanting to move on ,   too .   OF THINKING THEY COULD DO IT TOGETHER .

            as thoughtful silence settles in once again ,   yuugi hears the   muffled cries   of the countdown going on among the other guests .   lashes fluttering wildly in his bewilderment ,   he checks his watch to see that ,  indeed ,   there are just    𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

            softly ,   yuugi sighs ,   just admiring the other man for what feels like an eternity  ━━━━  sinking deeper into his ocean blue eyes .   maybe his heart is a little too full ,   his face a little too warm ,   𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 ,   but as the clock ticks   a single stroke away   from the new year ,   he sweeps forward in a   FLUID MOTION ,   lips pressing tenderly to kaiba’s in a brief ,   but sure kiss .

            “   happy new year ,   kaiba - kun !!   ”   calls yuugi ,   voice bright with genuine mirth ,   though he knows his face must be   CHERRY RED .   he’s on his feet ,   then ,   draping kaiba’s jacket back onto his broad shoulders and scurrying out of the room to   REJOIN THE PARTY ;   to find mokuba and   definitely not   tell him that he’d just kissed his brother .   “   thank you again for the party !!   ”

[hvbris]

@mossyent . sniper verse starter

It was Cassandra's first time off-base, but really, this was just another base. Less secret, sure. Still not exactly freedom. Her eyes scanned everything around her, a little frown knitting her eyebrows together. But what could have looked like innocent curiosity was in fact careful planning. This was it. Her first real shot at running away with Mina.

For now, though, she still had to play along. After 2 years of somewhat excellent behavior, they had loosened the leash. She couldn't ruin everything by being rash. So, she smiled at the man -tall, very tall- she had been paired with. "Hello," she said politely Well, coldly, really.

[ofcloudskies]

𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠 — closed as of 7/3.

𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜: women

𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡: based on this plot bunny. jisoo has sunk her teeth into your muse. even though they are not dating, she is territorial and does not do well with sharing because she has a big crush. take this wherever you'd like!

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒: JISOO ; she/her. lesbian. twenty-one. shin yuna. the popular girl and bratty cheerleader used to getting whatever she wants on a silver platter.

"couldn't help but notice that our crowd was one person short yesterday. care to explain?" the cheerleader offered one of her signature dazzling smiles as her head tilted to the left, thick hair shifting for a glimpse of her studded ears. in truth, jisoo was only testing them. she spent the night digging through the social media of every person in their circle to determine the whereabouts of her latest fixation friend. by the time her head hit the pillow, she knew exactly where they'd been and, most importantly, who they'd been with.

[wolves-of-etoile]

Closed starter for @blooddrinkingbartender (Leofric)

Once more diving into the rabbit hole of his investigations, David this time reached out to Leofric. Truly, he had a choice of a 'Leofric' and 'Bill'. But if the two were friends, then contacting one might bring the other into the picture as well -- but that was fine with David.

Drawing up the contact information give to him by Antonio, he sent off a text:

[📱] Hello, my name is David Weiss. I'm an acquaintance of Antonio. He said that you might be able to help me with a small matter involving two magical kittens we unknowing adopted. They're not dangerous, afaik, but I have lots of questions. I'm a school teacher, new to Endlebridge. And I'd be happy to meet with you at your convenience. Thank you.

David usually had no shyness about contacting someone out of the blue, but he could see why this would be awkward. Setting his phone down, he scritched Star's little head and then went back to grading papers.

[cursedvessels]

@noiranamnesis liked for a starter

Tired, hungover, and frankly just not in the mood for the phone call he'd just had with another producer who didn't want anything to do with a movie adaptation of one of his most popular works. No one wanted anything to do with his films anymore. Not after the last one had bombed so hard it had lost him more money than he'd ever lost at the casino. He's a bit pissed off, so when he's approached by, presumably, some fan asking for an autograph, he's not friendly in the way he shoos them off.

"No, thank you, I'm not signing right now," he says a bit coldly, waving a hand and barely sparing the person standing by his table a glance. Can't they see he's having brunch? Alone. Which is exactly the way he wanted it to stay, especially after that call. He needed a glass of wine, though his breakfast had barely been touched.