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[entropynchaos]

Closed starter for @townofcadence

There was a small house, nestled in the woods just outside of Cadence. It had sat devoid of life now for three long years, but it wasn't empty. Far from it, in fact. Lots of things had been taken away over time but there was still enough left over-- dusty bookshelves and what equally dusty books hadn't been important enough to take for safekeeping, furniture, some appliances-- just enough to know that this was the home of a person, at some point. A living person, who may or may not still be alive, but who certainly wasn't here anymore. You might have even been able to catch a glimpse of him, if his photos hadn't already gone too.

The house, in all other regards, was entirely normal. Just an abandoned old house left to fester. It had rooms, and those rooms had doors to match. Except… for one extra door. If you didn't already know the layout of the house it would have blended in perfectly, and it still did-- but it wasn't supposed to be there, was it? There was no room on the other side and more importantly; it is exactly where it was the last time Artair saw it.

[rubbarband]

Hunters and Heroes

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closed rp and starter with @team-vlts

"Must we do this all the time we meet M.T? You're not gonna beat me with my new abilities." Desmond's arms were a metalic color, Iron rubber, a new move made for the swiss army knife of villains, the massive monster, M.T!

Des hopped down to be ground level with him. "You know we been looking for you, I knew if anyone could tell us about your little mob group it be you. And you're surrouded...isn't that right Kal-li?"

'Three heroes are on standby, Mavric, Merrymaker and Sire-redwall' Desmond's visor lit up, the voice of Kal-li, she was his AI partner and there with him in the outfit.

M.T sneered , trying to fly up he hit an invisible surface, the, was shot by needles.

"Red...let's go." Desmond charged.

"Right master Desmond!" a man with a rodent body drew his sword

The battle was long and eventful, and they almost caught their perp, Desmond enlarged his fist and was going for the finishing blow. When Suddenly M.T's Quirk evolved, and at the WORST time, his portal power opened up, and it shimmered like a remote flipping through channels, it blinded the group putting them on the defensive, and out of the portal fell a group of people and some weird shadow monsters.

"Wha-" It was enough or a distraction for Merry's quirk to be knocked away, and just when they got him.

"Nice try rubbarband, you won't be getting me in a trap like that one again!" M.T cackled as he beat his massive wings, and they were too late to stop him.

Desmond ran but was attacked by the weird shadow wolf creature baring his path. "Outta the WAY!" He punched through it so hard he didn't pay attention to the rest. "DAMNIT M.TTTTTTTTT!"

'Desmond...those people.' Kal-li brought his attention to the four brought before then...other heroes?

[wickedinwindale]

Eclair X Lynette Starter for @marias-island-of-visitors

Lynette always did what Master wanted Master would get. The blonde experiment was the terror of the small town of Windale. Whether it be robbing banks or even killing. She really did not like it but knew she had to do it. She knew there was a new hero in the town. She had to stop them soon before Masters found out and punished her.

She was walking through the small town When she noticed a new face. "I have not seen the like of you here." She asked, a small smile on her face as she walked toward the other. Reaching out a well-manicured hand. "Lynette, pleased to meet you."

[normaltothemax]

@therebetterbepie & @sperboytm

It was probably a stupid thing to think about, given his current situation, but he couldn’t help but wonder absently: why were they called Fun Houses? No one ever actually had fun in a Fun House. Take Jason, for example. He was having a frankly terrible time, though that might have more to do with the clown and the restraints and the crowbar than the actual location.

He wasn’t sure where everything had gone so wrong. All he knew was that he’d been following a lead one minute, and now he was here—tied up on the ground, Joker beating the shit out of him with a crowbar, again. All he knew now was pain. It didn’t matter that he was older and bigger and stronger than he’d been as Robin. The Joker was laughing, laughing, laughing, and Jason was afraid, afraid, afraid.

Again and again, the crowbar came down. Crack! He was 21 and in a Gotham Fun House. Crack! He was 15 and in a warehouse in Ethiopia. Crack! Back and forth it went, over and over, Jason struggling to remain in the present, so completely consumed by his own terror that he was unable to even attempt to think of a plan to get away. Something he really needed to do, and soon.

Because his dad wasn’t coming.

He knew that with utmost certainty, this time. There was no hope to hold onto, because he knew better, now. Batman wasn’t god. Batman was fallible. Batman, Bruce, didn’t care about him as much as he’d thought as a kid, because if he had, this wouldn’t be happening again. The Joker would be decomposing in the ground, not gloating and sing-songing and cackling. No, Bruce wasn’t coming for him.

Jason was on his own, and he was going to die again, broken, terrified, and alone.

[darkremains061]

@toxic-spike-plumeria

" 'Ello there, luv. Been a wee bit lonely 'ere without ya. Doin' well I hope?" Piers gave Plumeria a genuine smile as he rested a hand upon his slender hip.

[glacialswordsman]

@inblazes | closed starter.

Tink, tink, tink.

With every step Kaeya made into the otherwise peaceful night within the city of Mondstadt, the little spheres that decorated his anklets clinked against the metal. It wasn’t a loud sound by any means, as Kaeya was generally light-footed, but any trained ear would still be able to hear him as he silently walked the paved paths of the city that led out the gates.

Restless—he was terribly restless. Ever since Kaeya’s return from his getaway with Ajax in Sumeru, things felt…off. Initially, he was content to be home, all his worries having been left behind in the Nation of Wisdom all thanks to that darling man with ginger hair. He and Ajax have gotten closer ever more as they spent weeks together, away from their duties and away from everything that had been haunting them. It was just the two of them, salvaging their relationship and coming out stronger than they had ever been. Together. It was well-needed, no matter how much Kaeya had believed he didn’t deserve any of it.

It was evident in the way he had been smiling so brilliantly once he returned to Mondstadt. It was so apparent that he was able to see the expressions of relief many folks wore when they welcomed him home. He did notice some…apprehension, lining some of their faces, and honestly it should have set off alarms in his head the moment he felt something was off. However, he paid it no mind, as he was instead reveling in the feeling of practically walking on air compared to the previous months.

Ever since his most recent fight with his br—…

... With Master Diluc.

Recalling it sent a sharp pang through the Alberich man’s chest, yet he recovered quickly and pressed on as he headed towards the Angel’s Share to indulge in a few drinks and catch up with the usual barflies, as well as Charles—and that’s where those feelings of restlessness began.

Stepping upon the worn, dirt roads towards Starfell Valley, Kaeya winced as he remembered the day of his return.

He remembers swinging the door of the Angel’s Share wide open, gleefully calling out to Charles and announcing his return—only to suddenly freeze in his spot as his eye didn’t catch familiar brunet locks, but instead a mane of flames. His jovial expression fell immediately and instead gave way to something else entirely.

Shame.

It was as though a bucket of frigid, glacial waters was dumped right over his head, the air surrounding him shifting and becoming absolutely chilling towards anyone nearby.

Kaeya felt like he had been glued to his spot for ages, yet in reality, it was only a few seconds. However, it was a few too many. He had been caught off-guard and failed to slip on his mask quick enough, fumbling with it before finally donning it with a cordial smile towards the Ragnivindr man.

It seems his time in Sumeru made him lax.

He had approached the bar and ordered a bottle of Dandelion Wine to take back home, even offering his greetings to Diluc, before leaving the Tavern altogether to return home.

The guilt of that interaction, though, was not the only thing that made him restless. There was something stirring, something that he couldn’t quite put a finger on—but it made whatever had been docile up until now start howling within him. He was frustrated, feeling as though his every instinct had dulled since his vacation. It all became clear, though, once he thought back on Ajax and realized that what he sensed during their very first encounter is what he's sensing now. The Abyss.

It’s not the Chasm, no. It’s not as though something had been unearthed—but rather, it felt as though something had been…

Completed.

Even the Ordo caught onto some strange movements regarding the Abyss Order, and while normally they would be more cautious on how to tackle this situation, Kaeya was more than willing to investigate it for them. It was, admittedly, a little suspicious of him to take up such a job on his own so quickly, but he needed to know. He needed to put some of these tumultuous feelings within him to rest, and the only way to do that was by understanding what was going on. Thus, the reason for his late-night trek towards the Thousand Winds Temple, in search of someone that may have the answers.

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

[closed starter for @oflostinfound ]

Rumors had been running rampant, as were several younger 'non-humans' in the wake of the Huntress' arrival in a certain lakeside town. A hunt was beginning to stir for a particular azure-skinned child, and there would be little to stop such a Huntress from hunting them down for who knows what purposes...

...unless there was another quarry to catch their focus and lead them astray.

A tall, grey-cloaked figure very much in the roughly eight-foot-tall-range made a point to linger and patrol near the treeline as he circumnavigated the lake, following the imperative he had gained from instinct and prescience alike: somehow, this was what was needed of him, according to the world of spirits both living and dead, and thus he followed their pleas as best he could, to help maintain the balance.

...After all, compared to most of these younger folk, he was far more accustomed to evading capture with martial skill and wit alike, and with far more painfully-earned experience etched into his very skin at surviving such hunts...

All that was left was to see if a certain someone took the bait...

[lovelybunchof-roses]

comic-sans-mailbox liked for a starter with Leon!

Another day and another mission, something that came to him rather naturally. Leon was known to try to jump from one mission directly into the next one. Then again, the Government wasn't known for giving him a holiday... Not with this kind of shit going on.

Leon walked through the building, his eyes scanning over his surroundings. This area looks quiet, and it looked like it was reasonable to assume the information he was looking for would be in here. He walks towards the desk in the back area of the room, not even noticing the skeleton in a blue hoodie in the corner. He opens the doors and begins looking through different papers.

[clippedwingsmuses]

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today is just one of many days where kokichi's boredom reaches a peak. it's gotten to the point where it's absolutely unbearable. he feels like he'll just die from it! he won't, of course, but that's just one of many things that he loves to overdramatize.

most of his day has been spent wandering around, sort of observing what the others on the schoolgrounds have been up to. really, he's just looking for someone that'll be the most fun to mess with. who has the biggest reactions to his antics, who's the most likely to stave off his boredom with some 'interesting' conversation topics...

unfortunately, he's coming up with blanks. mostly in part due to the fact that it's unfair for him to judge who can tolerate him when they all refuse to get near him. but, not everyone's like that, right?

...ah! that gives him the perfect idea actually.

he's giggling to himself as he makes the trip back inside. there's only one person who he didn't see standing around, talking about whatever and doing what was most definitely something boring. and trying to get under their skin was going to be the most fun.

he's not trying to hide his presence when he heads back inside, almost trying to ensure that his footfalls were loud and sure to draw attention. that's not unusual of him either; his presence as a whole demanded others' eyes to be on him. the loudest stomps of his feet are right outside one of the research lab doors.

and the next loudest noises come from him slamming open the door and yelling.

" shu - i - chii! "

kokichi whines like a child as his expression morphs from the cheery look of before to the usual glossy-eyed look he put on whenever he wanted something. he even sniffles and wipes his eyes as he walks into the room, not caring enough to ask permission to enter. not that he was going to ask anyways; he did practically kick open the door.

[dve-mllr]

Starter for @mute-call parent au

          William smirked upon hearing the door slam violently open, chuckling upon hearing the hurried footsteps towards his door. He stood up, holding his coffee mug and waiting for the inevitable. He wouldn't admit it, but he was quite excited for it.

          〝 Steven! It's about time you showed up,〞William spoke, turning around with a wide smile on his face, no care in the world. 〝 would you like some coffee? 〞

[hatredcurse]

It was humiliating enough to have been caught in the untimely Summer downpour— it was worse to be caught up in such awful weather whilst wearing all white.

Late in the afternoon, everyone was due to be home and/or away from this glacial palace hall, leaving Izuna with some peace to unwrap the gray outer sheer of his outfit, folding it in two halves, and leaving it over nearby railing. What remained was a thin, soft silk-cotton white robe that clung favorably along his form with nearly nothing to the imagination. Wonderful for private affairs, but truly awful within the public sphere.

Warmth crowned at his finger tips along with the birth of a minor flame within the cage of his digits, Izuna hovered the fire near his chest first to dry his middle. At least, he aimed to, completely ignorant to the snark singing his way:

“ Got yourself into quite the predicament there, haven’t you ? ” said Tobirama || @annienne // @whitedemontobirama

The Uchiha princeling hissed in surprised, snuffing the fire in his palm under a forming fist.

" Don't you have a family to eat dinner with? " he didn't so much entertain the Senju with a glare, much less even squaring his shoulders to him; far too indecent to be forward facing in any capacity.

[roleplay-parlour]

The Daycare Guardian -- A Closed Starter RP For CelestialDaycare --

It was very close to closing time, not that a little boy named Gregory was going to, doing his best to remain as sneaky as possible. Sneaking past security to access the inside, where he wanted to go.

At it being so close to nighttime, all the lucky kids and their families had croweded out, with only Gregory staying once the time open was up. And that left him able to get what he needed, which was some much needed shelter for the night.

Only...There was one problem that the boy had ran into. Something that, in his mind, would land him in trouble if he wasn't careful about things.

That thing being her. The security guard patrolling this place, just looking at her told Gregory that she would do something bad if she got her hands on him. Besides, she was a grownup, and Gregory wanted nothing to do with a grownup like her.

He barely managed to avoid her by going somewhere he knew might be safe. Where he saw the least amount of people during the day.

The daycare. Without much hesitation, Gregory slipped inside the colorful room. Finding somewhere to hide before Vanessa would get the chance to find him.

Gregory was pretty sure this was a good hiding spot as he crawled into the play structure. Sure that the woman wouldn't be able to find him.

Little did he know, however, was that he wasn't alone.

@celestialdaycare

[sd-vtm]

Okay Mrs Bossy Bolts.. @enigmaincrimson

“ Whatever.. I’m not here for idle chitchat..so hurry up would you?” The other mumbled under her breath, arms rather crossed tightly around her as the drone turned back around to eye the open space before them. Why did she get stuck being someone’s stupid bodyguard? She could be off helping take down human bases but nooo, lets put V on babysitting duty! As if the humans would come all the way out here..

Sure they where in a war with the fleshies, but come on.. Can’t the other take care of her self..? The shorter femdrone turned her head around and peered over a shoulder again to watch curiously. “…What are you doing anyways.?”

Came the burning question she been dying to ask since they both got here. One could tell her irritation was getting higher, from the swishing of her syringevtsil idly flicking more behind her.

[wickedinwindale]

Rosa x Maria starter @marias-island-of-visitors

Rosa was tired and hungry. She just finished off the last bit of money she had with rent for her small studio apartment. She walked down the street late that night. The young woman wearing only a tank top and shorts with sneakers. The wind ripped through her thin clothes.

She noticed the other and made her way over. Rosa forced a small smile on her lips. "Are you new around here miss?" She asked in a slightly sultry manner. Showing off a bit of her skin to the other. "My name is Rosa and if you want I can show you all the sights here." She wrapped one arm around her shoulder.

[normaltothemax]

@therebetterbepie

It was a nice car. Sleek and shiny, all smooth and straight lines, probably really old—a classic was what they called those. He’d probably be able to fetch a nice price for the tires. Certainly enough to keep him fed for the next few days. With a quick glance around himself to make sure no one was in the area, Jason got to work. It was a little tricky, getting the tires off in the dark, but there was a streetlamp nearby, and he’d done this enough times that he could practically do it with his eyes closed.

Jason had gotten three wheels off, stacked up off to the side, was working on the fourth and final one when someone cleared their throat behind him. He froze, eyes widening. Shit! He’d hoped to be out of here before anyone caught on to what he was doing. Best case scenario, this was some thug looking to take the tires to sell himself. Quickly schooling his expression into a defiant glare, Jason stood and spun around, holding his tire iron at the ready, prepared to defend himself and his meal ticket. He looked up (and up and up). This guy was really big and could definitely kick his ass if he wanted to.

Jason wasn’t going to go down without a fight, though.

“Get lost, asshole. I was here first. This is my score.”

[magnusmodig]

@clxscdeyes / following (x.)

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄'𝐒 shores was to remain each day suffocating in the wake of his own absence within the nine realms. his dreams , if they could ever be called that , recalled their sunken faces covered in dirt , blood , grime and ash. then recalled still how hands had clung to his cape , soiling the the fabric as he'd tolled the names of the dead , the lost , and those who had survived. perhaps another all-father might rave , beside himself at the audacity of commoner's dirtied hands and rivers of tears. but all thor had seen then was the grief of his people. cold and dark and heavy. he felt in himself the weight of every loss as though it were his own. ( if he was asgard's molten gold , his cape the same red of asgard's once-proud banners , then thor felt that the dust and dirt to stain his royal hem was fitting . asgard the people wept for their legion dead. it was thor's burden to bear the striking lash of each name he added to it. )

each day was counted in mortal months , weeks , days and hours. and for each sorry , sordid day spent far away from his people thor could only rue the moment they had looked up and found in him their golden child.

he couldn't escape this planet. even as it fell ill all around him he could do nothing to sway the tide of the "nightmare moss'" infestation. still , thor would not rest contented with that. the aevum realm was hardly one of his own , but he had alighted upon it all the same. and so he would toil against the tides of reckoning that consumed the isle beneath the light of the blue moon.

his work had led him first to the archives with his brother. then deep into the decrepit ruins with his flame-haired friend. but thor would not rest with such little known and such little done , and carved out in himself the WILL to continue as exhaustion foxed the edges of his mind. ( he felt them. his people . like shadows lingering just outside his vision . like hands clawing and clinging to his boots / pants / cape — ) he turned a corner on his return to the guild headquarters. behind the trunk of one tree and slumped against the next , the mangled corpse of an asgardian child , befelled by surtur's infernal flames , eyes accusatory and wide open and mouth agape with the whisper of asgard's scorn upon her lips – leering at him. the mighty thor faltered. blinked.

there was no asgardian girl. there was— another.

❝  — ᛒᚬᚴᚴᛁᚱ . ❞ ( damn . ) one foot fell before the other. in a rush of movement he had snapped mossy tendrils from his boot and crouched at her side in an instant. ❝  child, ❞ he called. then , placed a hand upon her shoulder. ( shook it as lightly as he could - aware of a primordial strength within his fingertips that could move mountains . ) ❝  luna. this is no place to rest. not at this time , young one. ❞