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[pixelblue2016]

"Ah... That's seriously my bad, sorry. I mean, you did say you wanted to have some people to talk to so...?"

[[ // @your-friend-silver asked this, but Flutters lost the original link/question so hopefully this is ok! ]]

[lemon-allergies]

[ BLOODY ]:   things  get  steamy  while  one  or  both  muses  are  covered  in  (real or fake?)  blood.

@lemon-scented-memories (lmao, uh... remnant!Amai and who??)

Should it be expected to scold a partner or wonder if their okay when seeing a partner covered in blood? Yes. Probably. For him though, he couldn’t even be shocked.

Raijin goes to kiss the other deeply with a giggle. “I’m assuming that’s not yours..?”

@lemon-scented-memories

[devoureden]

a closed starter for my beautiful fiancée, @canncnball, from sophia flores.

"i'm busy, go away, rollins."

[despairs-memorial]

Starter for @dead-or-lie | Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Mondo hadn't forgotten about Kiyotaka's birthday, not at all, but this particular gift had taken a lot longer to get here than he anticipated it would, apparently there were issues with the commission, something he thought would mean was a few days fix and not more than a week. But it was here now, and he could hardly complain about it now.

After getting breakfast made for the two of them, he smiles when he watches Kiyotaka sit at the table. Even now, he could hardly believe that the two of them were married, and while he was a little worried Kiyotaka was upset with him for not getting him something on the day of his birthday, he was hoping that this would make up for it.

"Mornin' babe... know t's a bit late, but happy birthday. I-I uh, wanted to wait until I knew your gift would be 'ere.... sorry about that."

[vanessagable]

starter for: @xaviermattthews location: their house. their wedding. october 18th, 2024.

Van had easily come to the conclusion that surprise weddings were the best way to get married because nothing could possibly ever replace the brand-new core memory of a house full of the people who were closest and most special to her gasping and cheering with joy when she and X announced that they weren't actually all gathered there for an engagement party.

They were all there for a wedding.

With the party joyously buzzing and with a kiss to X, Van had retreated to their bedroom with her mother and his so they could help her slip into her dress (that she'd bought before he'd ever proposed and had kept stashed in a garment bag in the back of her side of the closet).

She'd never been one for over the top -- taking her all of twenty minutes to get herself ready and collect her bouquet of magnolias in the kitchen. After a final hug and kiss with her mother (who was filling a double duty as the officiant), Van hid herself behind an opportune corner and waited for the simple guitar music to start and play her down the aisle.

There wasn't an ounce of nerves or jitters or stress on her face as she walked to him, beaming in her veil the whole damn way. Reaching the front of the gathering of loved ones in their backyard, Van's hand immediately moved to hold X's.

And she commits it to memory -- the most right and perfect her life has ever felt.

"Hey, cowboy," she greets playfully -- despite the fact it had been less than thirty minutes since they'd last stood next to each other.

[hairpintvrns]

STARTER FOR: @fromharbor LOCATION: blue harbor public library / laurel village

Having spent the bulk of their career in a fast-paced industry, and among the busiest metropolises in the world, a desire for quiet did not only seem needed but inevitable. Only logical, then, that Terry should find themselves at the public library after working hours—not that the university had troubled her much yet beyond the customary end-of-term meetings for adjuncts and lecturers, to which they had little to contribute, what with them starting at the fall term, anyway—and scour through their favored section.

It had not taken long for them to move towards the Architecture section, having memorized the layout of this library floor upon their fifth visit. Its Dewey Decimal classification, of course, had been memorized as far back as their years in Barnard, decades upon decades ago. 

With measured and precise steps, Terry reached the shelves marked in the 720s, their fingers instinctively and rhythmically tapping the spines of the periodicals stacked across the ‘720.5’ section. Their fingers came to a halt, though, as they realized two periodicals were glaringly absent against the row. Instead, the May 2024 issue stood awkwardly, like a displaced Grecian column or the middle part of a sandwich. 

“Excuse me?” They called over the nearest librarian, whom they recognized as being kind enough to have accommodated their concerns from a prior visit or two, meeting their eyes briefly before drawing attention back to the issue in question. “I can’t seem to find this month’s issue of Architectural Digest?” They held up the May 2024 issue briefly, before placing it back, careful to align it against the rest of the periodicals in the row. “The April 2024 one is missing too, just as it has been last week. Has it been returned yet?” 

[hopes-memorial]

@dead-or-lie liked for a shippy starter, no I didn't forget these (x)

While they didn't talk about it a lot, they had been looking up more things to give to the devas for quite a while. The treats part was easy for them, but it was the knitting that was turning out to be quite a hindrance to them, though they were starting to get it, and starting off small seemed to be the best way for them to do it.

As they finish up with the project, they beam as they go over to Gundham, carrying the items that they had made. "Gacchan, Gacchan! Amai has some cute things for the devas, do you want to see? Do you, do you?" They were too excited to even think about holding back, practically bouncing as they were waiting to present the items to him.

[ncvaxchen]

@surepetey

"And it was cold. I've never touched water that wasn't artificially cooled before. I wasn't even sure it could come out of the ground like that." She's all but regaled Petey with her stories of the spring Max had showed her. But, it was hard not to when she felt as if she had discovered something so unbelievable that it deserved to be shouted from the rooftops. Though, Nova was sure if too many people found out about the little spring, Max would hate that. So Nova would satiate her desire to talk about it with Petey.

[myautisticpov]

Trying to solve technical problems is a fucking roller coaster

Like, it's all fear that you'll get no results when you type it into DuckDuckGo, then it's elation as you get a bunch of results, then disbelief as you realise that this is a very common issue, but everyone actually has slight variations on it and there are thirty different fixes floating around, and then despair as none of the fixes work for you, then hope as you find a forum post of someone describing the exact variant of the issue you have, and then utter contempt for humanity as the only response is someone calling OP an idiot for not already doing one of the fixes you've already tried

[scottienolan]

starter for: @buddywellls location: sharky's halloween party

"Hey, Joker, nice makeup," Scottie teases as she slips in next to Buddy at the bar, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"You must have gotten someone really hot and super talented to do that for you, huh?"

[devoureden]

a tiny closed starter for my beautiful fiancée, @canncnball, for roan & brayden.

"stop staring at me like that, jolly green..." roan murmured and ran her fingers through her hair.

[clippedwingsmuses]

🇨‌🇱‌🇴‌🇸‌🇪‌🇩‌ 🇸‌🇹‌🇦‌🇷‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌ - @ahogedetective 🇦‌🇨‌🇦‌🇩‌🇪‌🇲‌🇾‌ 🇱‌🇮‌🇫‌🇪‌ 🇻‌🇪‌🇷‌🇸‌🇪‌ / 🇩‌🇦‌🇳‌🇬‌🇦‌🇳‌ 🇸‌🇦‌🇱‌🇲‌🇴‌🇳‌ 🇲‌🇴‌🇩‌🇪‌ 🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌🇲‌🇪‌: 🇮‌🇲‌🇵‌🇷‌🇴‌🇻‌

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.

[vanessagable]

starter for: @xaviermattthews location: july 17th, x's dad's house (houston, tx)

Even sneaking away to the kitchen gave her anxiety -- a twist of guilt in her stomach for missing a second at X's side in case he needed her.

She'd always wanted him to take her to Texas to meet his family as his girlfriend, but she had never imagined that it would be under these circumstances.

There was a thickness in the air in every room in the house in spite of the early hour -- everyone knew what today held, and everyone knew just as well that it wasn't going to be easy.

After snaking two mismatched mugs from the cabinet, Van pours two cups of coffee from the already-filled pot and traces her steps back in the direction of X's childhood bedroom.

Quietly guiding the door closed behind her with her foot, she rounds to X's side of the bed and places the mug on the nightstand -- using the newly freed hand to gently comb her fingers through his hair.

"Did you sleep at all?"

[hairpintvrns]

EVENT STARTER FOR: @clementinebriar LOCATION: in a corner somewhere / weissberg charity luncheon

“Clementine.” 

Terry hummed her name, low and steady, as they sipped from their champagne flute. It had been easier to discount her presence in O’Shea, beneath the warm ceiling fixtures of O’Shea’s and the booths and high-top tables. But, here, she stood out, a vision in emerald and accented in gold, with a neckline far too plunging that it was hard to look away—though Terry did. They wouldn’t be so gauche. 

“I’m surprised you made it through the gates,” they commented, as they leaned further back against the wall, the exposed brickwork and the gaps in between almost resembling the tactile sensation of treebark, coarse and rugged and slightly bumpy. “You’re pushing it with the dress code, aren’t you?” An attempt to do an objective look-over, then, this time with a small grin tugging at the corners of their lips. “For what it’s worth, I’m a bit impressed.” They wouldn’t have worn anything so daring, even in their younger days, when their curves had been more shapely, features less aged, more delicate. These days, a dress layered over a crisp, button-down shirt will have to do. 

“So, what do you think? You know, I never much cared for these,” Terry said, pointing their champagne flute towards the event hall, of people moving en-masse, a cacophony of chatter and silverware. “My father hated country clubs. I did, too.” A stab at honesty, though they don’t know why they push on—“But I suppose, in the end, it became sort of an occupational hazard.”

[hopes-memorial]

@dead-or-lie is also enabling me (x)

Did Amai regularly go to their uncle's bar? Yes. Did they regularly drink alcohol there? No, no they did not. It was a rare treat for them, and it was how their partner would find them tonight, sitting at the bar and sipping on a third shot, already wasted as they glare at someone from across the bar that was sheepishly looking away from them.

Noticing their partner was there, they smile a bit. "Hehe, did you come to get me? That's... you're soooo sweet to me. The absolute best. I've been fine though. This is really damn good stuff that uncle got, but someone thought that they could flirt with me..."

Nodding to the gentleman across the bar, they giggle. "He bought me a couple or tried to, but after hearing what I'd do if he continued, he'd stop. Hehe, don't think his dick would taste as good as yours anyway~"

[musesofthemoon]

@fczbearboy

There's always a lot to do around Fazbear's, but to Cassidy, who's pretty much seen it all, she's found herself a bit bored. Though, that probably comes down to the fact that her younger sister is at home, and she doesn't talk too much to other kids unless they talk to her first. So, the girl comes to a decision. For once, she'll do the seeking out of someone. Sure she's a bit bad at that, but oh well...

She scans the area until she finds Freddy, who also looks to be alone at the moment. She can only hope that he'd be interesting enough to play with today. So she walks over, and moves to look over his shoulder. "So what're you doin'?" Maybe she should've alerted the other to her approach, but she can't back down now.