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[percentstardust]

@heartsintertwine

Her fangs are in some man's neck. She's snuck off from some fancy party her father is throwing to entertain rich mortals for him to use and lure into his web of destruction. It was not hard for Abigail to lure this man away into some dark corner so she can feast on his blood. She should have been more patient. A nice afterparty after the event her father is throwing for the vampires loyal and true to him would soon follow where she could feed to her heart's content. She will probably feed again later. Her appetite never seemed to be satiated. She once thought she would grow out of that. It has been centuries since her turning. She has not. She senses someone behind her and she pulls away from the man's neck. Blood covers her mouth but she has managed to not get anything on the expensive attire she wears. Jagged teeth poke out from her gums as she stares back at the doll. Odd. But, she's lived long enough to meet the likes of Frankenstein's monster, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and of course, the Wolfman. Her head tilts to the side, etheral blue eyes staring at Chucky.

"It's rude to interrupt someone when they're feeding."

[deafarcher]

Brian O'Connor, former LAPD Cop turned criminal, is sitting at the table in the interrogation room. He has a few scratches on him but otherwise okay. "I know you are on the other side of the glass. I was one of you, remember?" He scoffs.

Clint frowned at the man thru the glass. He didn't look like someone who'd sell alien technology to the highest bidder...then again, it wasn't like there was a set appearance to people who did such things.

[tormentedsoldier]

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react. (Brock, please! @crossxxbones )

After a failed mission that brought back more memories than Hydra had bargained for, the Soldier had escaped and managed to stay off their radar. For how long he couldn't be so sure. A couple of days, maybe even a week or two... Long enough to understand that going back wasn't an option at all. He'd tried to stay in the shadows for as long as he possibly could and leave no trace behind, but ultimately it had all been to no avail. They'd found him again just as he had feared they would and compared to what he knew was about to happen once they'd dragged him back, the cold sharp blade to his throat suddenly seemed no longer such a threat.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" He uttered a scoffed response as his fingers curled around the wrist of the man pining him with his back against the stone wall; making it impossible for him to move. Still, his lips were curved into a smile and blue eyes meeting Rumlow's gaze as he decided that - no matter how slim his chances - he would be damned to give up without a fight. And if Brock ended up killing him for his trouble? Well, at the very least that optin would spare him the hell of a lot of agony that was their favored torture device.

"Gonna need something a lot more convincing than that knife if you plan on dragging me back there with you." He hissed.

[corruptedforce]

@taliaromanova liked for a Starter

To say that he was tired of being constantly watched, well that was an understatement. Vader was tired of them all. So, he had left Luke a message that he needed to do his own thing, for a little while, that he promised to be in touch, and that yes, he would take his rebreather collar, and no, he would not kill anyone (unless he was provoked). It had been some time, since his surgery. He was getting used to them and the stupid glasses, hearing help. But, he was still Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader, okay, so he didn't know what he wanted his name to be. But, he still carried a lightsaber, sabers really.

He would never be a rebel.

But, he had restored balance to the force. He didn't like the idea of the talks of a New Republic being formed. The Old Republic had been stupid, as it was.

He moved mostly underground. He wasn't really recognizable, to most. Few had seen his new look, and thought he had to have a rebreather collar around his neck, in case he needed the help, he gave the look of a Jedi, now. But, he sensed something. He just wasn't sure what it was, but he felt it, and he followed what he sensed, into the under levels more.

His hand was on his lightsaber, taking it out, as he grew closer, finally lighting it as he approached someone in a corner. "Something tells me you're hiding something.

[sacredpyre]

Halloween Starter @ofteaandmagic

"I know, I went a bit further than I probably needed to, "A soft chuckle slipped past the blonde's lips as she walked into the cafe corner of her apothecary, looking over the different jack-o-lanterns she had carved. "My garden had more than I expected and didn't want to waste them."

[sxnburst]

@darkenforcer

LOCK ON.

Never mind that Sun is bruised from his most recent fights at the fight club, but he can't pass up this marvelous sight of variety of different food on the table. His tail sways as he rushes over to the male with the wide selection,

"Are you going to eat all of this by yourself? My friends says it's even yummier when you share!"

[lovecharged]

@starbrght liked this for a starter. based on this.

"i think we should go out sometime," a casual enough suggestion, as he stares up at the moonlit sky, taking another hit of his joint. their brother was crashed out on the couch and he'd taken it as prime opportunity to talk to them. whilst hans did have respect and decency, he struggled to follow the particular rule of not flirting with a best friend's sibling the moment that he'd met them. sure, for a while he'd been able to tame it, but within the cool breeze and the warmth of the night they'd spent together, he found himself incapable of restraint.

[multipleoccupancy]

"Oh, I am sure there will be plenty of excuses and opportunities for you to see that face," Edgar reassured Mina but was smiling a little for Cassandra's playful scolding. He was quite sure the Ambassador was already unhappy that the Millers were there at all but he was going to have a hard time arguing it with Edgar and the bribed security of the Embassy. They would not be allowed to stay forever though, as much as Edgar would welcome them.

With Cassandra buried against him again and The Office on in the background, Edgar was quite sure that he would not win the fight against sleep for long. He relished Cassandra's warmth against him and being able to hold her, where they were both safe and together. Mina included of course. It did not take all that long before Edgar had drifted off to sleep, while it was not restful it was at least voluntary sleep.

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The next morning was lazy, a rough night of nightmares and reassurances before dozing off again in front of the TV made for a groggy start. Eventually and reluctantly Edgar had freed himself from the couch, hopeful in letting Cassandra and Mina stay rested while he went and cleaned the bathroom and disposed of the green stained clothes. He had glanced thoughtfully at the pair of them several times as he passed them by quietly, getting ready for the day as best he could without disturbing them but he knew more was needed, they deserved a break. He stuck a bright blue sticky note on the table where his feet had been that night,

'Just in the other room, E'

An hour or so later and Edgar could be found in his private office, sat at a monitor with his coffee next to him. His chin in his hand and elbow on the table as he scrolled through what looked like pictures of an island retreat.

@hvbris

𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 & 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 @multipleoccupancy

While Mina spent most of her time watching UFO and cryptid documentaries, she also had an extensive knowledge of silly TV shows, mostly because Cassandra and her used to watch them when they were younger. She finally decided on The Office and picked an episode at random before grabbing the blanket Edgar was handing her. "Oooh, comfy," she commented with a smile.

"Well, now I think you should set up a fire! I wanna see the Ambassador's funny face!" Mina's comment made Cassandra roll her eyes at her, though her smile still betrayed her amusement.

"Don't encourage him!" she scolded playfully.

Cassandra was quite eager to settle against Edgar again, and immediately buried herself in his arms. Between the blanket and his embrace, she felt warm and comfortable.

The truth was, her body was so exhausted that she could feel her eyelashes fluttering. She was drowsy, ready to fall asleep. She wanted to fight it though, to stay awake as long as possible. The night would surely bring nightmares she didn't want to face; while being awake in Edgar's arms was so soft and reassuring.

Entwining her fingers with Edgar's, she tried to focus on the TV. But his heartbeat was like a soft lullaby, lulling her to sleep.

[daemondaes]

caught in a situation with cherry and her @aercnaut

     Cherry's shoulders sagged as she hunched over. Without the tree she leaned on, she wasn't sure if she could support herself. High in the sky, Nikita circled the area. Allowing himself to become such a visible target was a risky move, but there were no better options for reconnaissance. After all, it wasn't as though Lee could scout above in his balloon. He was out of his element, and honestly, so was she.

     "Mr. Lee—" She attempted to glance up at him over her shoulder, but the contortion pained her too much and her vision was far too blurry. How are you holding up? The question burned on the tip of her tongue, but she feared the answer too much to voice it. Instead, she held her gaze straight forward and gingerly slipped two fingers into her quiver. Her tongue clicked in annoyance.

     "Mr. Lee, bullet count? Four arrows left here. Not looking good." She squinted. With a hand to shield her eyes, she glanced skyward.

     Nikita, despite the fatigue he shared with Cherry, managed a series of aerial maneuvers that the two of them honed over centuries to communicate. It was convenient when sound was the enemy, especially if Nikita needed to get a message across to someone other than Cherry. Its effectiveness, however, was dependent on whether the other party understood the language. Lee, as far as he was aware, did not. Everything that now came to a head was a whirlwind. There had been no time to teach even the basics.

     An alarming downward spiral for a count of one beat, two beats, three. One sweeping loop upward, a pause, then one more loop to bring him to his original altitude.

     "Not looking good," Cherry repeated softly, "but looking better." She nodded to herself. "If you trust Nikita's intel—" She winced, pressed a hand to her side, then continued. "Coast's not clear, but it's coming close. We can take 'em." She finally turned to look at Lee. "Hold on to hope. I'll protect you." If she didn't look so tattered and torn, the words might have been halfway believable.

[dilcne]

closed: @keegan-andersxn location: seabrook quarter

Lorna was a bad neighbor. She'd barely made an effort with the man next door, apart from the odd smiles here and there. It wouldn't have been that much of an issue, if she wasn't faced with the awkward dilemma of having to go over to his house to retrieve not one, but all three of her cats. Somehow they'd wandered over to another neighbors and gotten in through their cat flap — like some sort of pack mentality. Fortunately for her, this part of the Quarter seemed to house a lot of fellow cat owners, so everyone had been understanding so far. It still didn't make it any less embarrassing when she could see them through her neighbors windows causing havoc.

Knocking on his door, she gave him an awkward smile as he opened up. "Hey, it's Keegan, right?" She asked, as her eyes skimmed past him to try and locate her felines. "I, uh, I think you've got Cherry, Blossom and Maple in here." Maybe she should have clarified that they were animals, she thought. Before he thinks she's mad. "They're my cats."

[percentstardust]

@insidi0sum

He did not mean to doze off in the middle of the library while working on his latest assignment for his forensics class. He startles awake when he feels the other man's hand on his shoulder. Nick had pulled him out of a nightmare, though, he was quite sure he would have woke up even without outside interference given how intense the nightmare was. It takes him a few minutes to collect himself.

"Was I, um, talking in my sleep or something?"

[lcvedriven]

@clochanam​ / benny 

benny likes to think he knows everyone in hawkins. 

maybe not everyone. not every person in town has come into his burger joint. there’s upwards of 13,000 people in town - he can’t realistically know every single person. he does not know every name, every story. 

what he can do is recognize nearly everyone’s face, or job, or story. there is some bit of nearly everyone that he recognizes, and it means he can recognize an outlier.  the girl in front of him is an outlier. 

“sorry, kid,” she can’t be more than ten years younger than him, “i don’t know your order.” 

[inkskinned]

there are a lot of posts out there that are positive and healthy coping mechanisms for handling the holidays. this is not one of them :)

i think there's like. going to be times in your life you will be stuck in a social situation that you cannot escape from gracefully. i do not know why the internet doesn't believe these times exist. it's not always just that your physical safety is at risk - sometimes it's legit like "i just don't currently have the energy or time to put in the effort of responding to this." sometimes it's a coworker you hate so much. sometimes it's just like, fine, you know? like you know you can handle your aunt when she's cheerily horrible, but if you actually set a boundary around her, it's going to be weeks of fallout with your father.

i don't know why people think the answer is always just "cut them out!" or "don't let them get away with that!" because ... the real world is tricky and complicated. i think kind of a lot of us have an internal "radiation poisoning" meter for certain people. like - i'm talking about the ones who are absolutely giving you gradual ick damage. like, you can handle them, but you'll be exhausted.

and yes. you absolutely should listen to your therapist and the good posts about handling others and set good boundaries and take care of yourself. prioritize peace.

HOWEVER :) ...... since im often in a situation with a Gradual Sense of Ick person i cannot just "cut out" of my life (without losing someone else precious to me) - i have sort of developed the most. maladaptive form of mischief possible. because like, if i'm going to have to listen to this shit again, i like to have a little bit of private fun with it.

now! again, i am physically safe, just mentally drained by this man. you should only do this with people you are not in danger with. which leads me to my suggestions for when your Unfortunate Acquaintance shows up and says oh everyone pay attention to me.

my favorite word is "maybe!" said as brightly and happily as possible. whenever the Horrible Person starts in on a topic you do not want to go further with, particularly if they make a claim that you know to be inaccurate, do not respond to it. you and i have both tried to actually argue with this person, and it hasn't gone well, because this person just wants the drama of an argument. however, "maybe!" gives them literally nothing to go on. it is incredibly disarming. they are used to people having some response. they know they can't prove what they're saying, and maybe! treats them like the child they are. it dismisses them in the politest way possible.

i like to say maybe! and then, in their stunned silence, immediately change the subject. this is because i have adhd and i will have something unrelated to talk about, but if you can't think of topics fast enough, i recommend just pointing to something and saying, "isn't that lovely?" because fuck you let's bring in some positivity.

by the way. that second trick - of pointing to something and stating an opinion about it? - that just works on its own, like, 70% of the time. i picked it up from teaching preschoolers. it's an intentional "redirect". it stops children crying and it also stops grown adults from finishing their explanation on why women belong in kitchens. dual wielding!

keep it silly for yourself. i absolutely do not care if people think i'm fucking stupid (it's more fun if they do) and as a result i will purposefully misunderstand things just to see how long it takes them to realize i've completely removed them from the subject at hand. when they say "women aren't funny" i get to be like. "which women." "all women." "all women in america?" "no in the world." "like the mole people? the people in the world?" "what? no. like, alive." "oh are we not counting the mole people?" "what the fuck are you talking about." "you don't believe in the mole people?"

similarly, i play a personal game called "one up me." my Evil Acquaintance literally knows this game exists (my family & friends caught onto it and now also play it) and it always fucking gets him. i don't know why. you have to be willing to be a little free-spirited on this one, though. the trick is that when they make one of those horrible little bigoted or annoying comments they are always making, you need to go one unit weirder. not more intense, mind you - just more weird. "you don't look good in that dress." "yeah, actually, my other dress was covered in squid ink due to a mishap at the soup store." "you shouldn't wear such revealing clothes." "wait, what? oh shit. sorry, your son tears off strips when no one is looking and eats them. i swear it was longer before we left the building."

the point of "one up me" is to completely upend this person's narrative. we both know this person likes setting up situations where you cannot "win" and then they really like telling other people how badly you handled it. in a usual situation, if you respond "please don't say something that rude", you're a bitch. but if you let it happen, you're letting yourself be debased. they are not usually expecting door number three: unflappably odd. because what are they going to say when they're telling everyone how badly you behaved? "she said my son eats her dresses" ".... okay?"

if you can, form an allyship with someone whomst you can tagteam with. where they can pick up on your weird "soup store" story and run with it.

the following phrase is amazing and can be deployed for any situation: "oh, be nice :) it's the holidays!" i do not know why this works as often as it does. i'll say it for the most random shit. i think this is bc most of the time these people know they're being impolite, they just like to fight.

godbless. when in doubt, remember that you could always start stealing their pens.

the whole point of this is - if you can't escape. maybe see how long you can just be. like. a horrible little menace.

[lightning-kachow]

Play FMK with Mads, Reza, and Paulette lol

[franeridart]

The Housecat Philosophy is finally on webtoon!!

Finally!!! After months of promising it'd be available over there soon!!!! Finally!!!!!!

.....it's my fault it took this long I apologize, but yes you can read it over there too now thank you for your patience m(._.)m

[gabe-lovebot]

councilor 3D model

i learnt 3d modelling from the ground up to bring him to life. he's yours now. do whatever you want with him

[link]

please credit me if you make something using the model (or even ping/link me to it, i would love to see what you made!)

currently available as a .blend, .fbx and an SFM port.