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[devourcr]

( starter for @journalsinblood )

claudia is invariably the last vampire he expects in dubai. her presence in the city forces him from the penthouse in the early hours after dusk. he suspects louis will have enough distraction, and if all went according to plan, armand would return before his absence was noticed. any lie he came up with would have made more sense anyways. by all accounts, claudia was dead. yet armand had housed that secret for decades, both hers and madeline's. he fears he's already on shaky ground, losing control of the domesticity he curated ( and claudia could be the final nail in that coffin ). all the lies had been with purpose, not out of some twisted need to manipulate and control, but it's an act of love as much as it is manipulation.

a cool breeze off the water rustles past in an otherwise balmy evening and armand finds himself walking briskly down a quiet sidewalk, hands tucked casually into his pockets. ‘ meet me, claudia, ’ he reaches out with the mind gift, images of an outdoor garden cafe, sent to lead her to him. a public space is a promise that he doesn't plan to meet her with hostility, though it doesn't change the frustration he feels that she's come at all. this isn't the agreement that he'd made 70 years prior. when he arrives at the establishment, he waits to see if he shows herself. the last thing he wants right then is to invite her to their home or to risk her showing up uninvited. he needs to be ahead of the situation ( for louis's sake for his sake ).

[coltbuckley]

starter for: @unathorn

location: the woods

One thing you learned when you were living out in the middle of nowehere was that there wasn't a thing like complete quiet (and if there was, you had a big fucking problem). On the farm, there'd been always something. Mooing, barking, the rattling, falling apart engine of a truck or tractor, yelling. Same for the woods, birds and deer and whatever else was out there. This place was no damn different, aside from the fact that now, for some goddamn reason, Colt could understand it all.

It was giving him a fucking headache.

"I want nuts. Do you have nuts? I like nuts." The bird asked from it's branch up in the tree, turning it's red and green feathered head from side to side. It'd been like that for the past ten minutes, following him around, squawking. Colt could talk to them but that didn't mean they had shit to say, or were able to take a damn hint. "Fuck off. Go get 'em yourself." He rumbled back. H They always asked for food. What did he fucking look like? "I want nuts. And worms. And bugs. Give me bugs. Give me worms. I'm hungry." Colt was about ready to pelt a stone at the thing, when he heard something.

Not a bird. Definitely not a bird. A flash of white between the branches and- Colt stopped dead in his tracks as a white wolf padded out from between the trees. A big one. Very big. The kind you'd hear rumors and tellings about from your neighbours, about how it'd mauled a cow or a couple of sheep on it's own not even leaving the bones (when that cow had just ran off because the fuckwit of a farmer hadn't fixed his damn fence).

He'd dealt with coyotes and foxes before. There hadn't been wolves in the woods where he was from. But dogs. Wolves were similar to dogs, right? Should there be wolves here, with parrots and monkeys and whatever else? But this island didn't seem to give a shit about what things could. He'd been talking to a fucking parrot. "Hey there, buddy." Colt finally said, keeping his distance, his eyes fixed on the animal. "Aint'cha a pretty one. Got some seagul meat for you. Real good. You want some scraps?"

[lecheroustaint]

@thedcvilherself

There is an almost eerie silence that fills the night air as Javier closes the door behind him, the older male having become amazingly adept at coming and going into her room like a phantom. It helps that Sarah is a relatively heavy sleeper, he rarely never had to slip her anything to help make her more pliable to his nightly visits. Satan had always been in his ear as he was with everyone but it wasn't until Sarah came back into his life that Lucifer's influence overcame him. It was her fault that he began to lust over her - her tight, young body tempting day in and day out until he just had to do something about it. It started out innocent enough, guilt filled wank sessions to pictures of the girls underwear underneath her skirt. It wasn't long his hand wasn't enough and he had tracked down where Sarah lived before he truly fell to Satan's temptations. He told himself he just needed to get over the constant whisper in his ear. If he could just jerk off over the pretty young woman, he could be rid of the taint that marred his being. He was even bold enough on the first night to pull down her panties and cum all over her pretty, pink cunt. It wasn't long before even that wasn't enough and he was spending night after night sinking his long, fat cock into the warmth of her sleeping pussy. The silence of the night were slowly filled with the rhythmic, messy sounds of impressive manhood rearranging her insides on a nightly basis. If she didn't want this, why would her greedy hole get wet so easily whenever he would stretch her to the point he could see his cock bulge through her tummy. Tonight is no different, his heavy balls now accustomed to being drained on a nightly basis using Sarah's tight hole. Over time, he's gotten more brazen with how much he's able to get away with. On this evening, Javier has the young girl's elegant legs over his shoulders and giving a new meaning to the word mating press. He truly tests the give of the springs of the mattress below them. The elderly priest takes long, deep strokes inside her welcoming walls until the swollen, aching tip of his cock is kissing against her cervix. He's been able to get away with it for so long that he's begun to get reckless as he uses her like his own personal fleshlight. "Father forgive me." He whispers in between the loud slap of his cum swollen balls from slapping against her asshole.

[memoriescut]

STARTER | @chatcambrioleur

the fragility of the alliance formed now that they're so close to finally find the one piece is not lost on pudding, always mindful to keep her distance in order to not inconvenience the other woman's job... and deep down, not having to face yet that there's still so much unsaid about how things went down in her homeland a few months prior.

moments of silence have always been welcomed greatly and yet as pudding finds herself alone with nami, she can't help but let that familiar awkward feelings creep under her skin. under the dim light of the desk, nami feels even more like an unattainable goal for pudding - she'll never be like her or more than her, no matter how many powers and search of self there's something so alluring about the redhead that unfortunately brings back every little insecurity.

"your maps are beautiful, very detailed." such a stark contrast from pudding's minimalistic style. soft sigh leaves her lips as she leans against the wall, gaze still set on the pieces of paper scattered all over the desk. "i won't be in your hair for much longer... but i was wondering if you have any books i could borrow to make copies of those maps." a pause, something akin to a smile making its way on her lips. "i'd like to sail as soon as possible once this is over."

[hopegained]

"Take it easy, you just woke up." There was more Eron could—wanted—to say, but he held onto his words before they spilled from his lips. For now, at least, the soft reminder would suffice. He could linger in the relief of seeing a lost family member for just a little while longer before they'd get to the inevitably awkward stage of reconnecting.

@destincd // sc

[micaiahfalkov]

starter for: @tomasespinosa

location: gardens in the agrilands

Micaiah couldn't say that they believed in ghosts. The spirit, the soul, the essence of a human, it existed. Something god-given. But it didn't stay behind on earth, after you died. And yet, when Micaiah had woken up, like everybody on this island, they had looked into the slightly translucent face of an old, dead friend.

"It's beautiful here. Almost like paradise." Aiden said, letting his eyes trail across the garden as he stood beside the bench Micaiah was seated on. The priest offered a smile in response, even if something in his chest stung sharply at the words. "It is. It really is." Micaiah responded, letting his eyes wander over the beautifully arranged rows of plants and flowers growing, before turning his gaze to his friend. He looked a bit older. Grey speckled his short, black hair, though his eyes still had the same, slightly mischievous glint as his blue eyes turned back to Micaiah.

"Kinda reminds me of back home. Remember how we stole vegetables from the gardens? And tomatos?" Micaiah shook his head. "It wasn't stealing. It belonged to everybody." Aiden grinned, trying to hit them in the shoulder, before thinking better of it. Instead crossing his arms. "Yeah, yeah. Otherwise you wouldn't have done it. Because it was forbidden."

Micaiah opened their mouth to answer when he saw a familiar figure making his way into the garden. "Tomas-" Micaiah called out, as his eyes fell onto a figure trailing behind Tomas. His ghost. A woman. Micaiah's brows furrowed slightly, because even from the distance, they could sense that there was a tension between the Tomas and the spirit. Was that...? "Are you alright? Is that-?" The question lingered in the air, as Micaiah's gaze fixed on the woman. Micaiah was sure he'd never seen her. But he had a sense of who she could be. "Dear lord."

[inionnarequiem]

Sea of Problems

Plotted Starter with @decinisinfedeli

[Uladh]- Jaysus Mary and Joseph but it was still feckin' freezing out. Spring may be just around the corner but the nights in Ireland were still laden with Winter's frost. Especially by the coast. Victoria wouldn't be here unless it was for something important.

And that would include their freakishly tall toothy- acquaintance?- needing their help with this coastal beast that was terrorizing the local populace. Victoria had to tear their eyes away from their view of the town to glance at Utheric. Normally, Vick would only collaborate with one or two vampires to a certain degree, and only one she would consider a friend. Perhaps she felt a sort of kinship, not every day one comes across another quasi-immortal supernatural being who hunted the supernatural in turn.

Plus, with his head of hair almost similar to her own, she wondered if he had any of her countrymen's blood in him.

"Fuck, this hill is not great on me back," they grumbled, reaching under them to remove a branch that had been poking their leg for the past ten minutes and throwing it far away, "y'sure it was this town?"

[okanefutan]

@poppydedicant​​​ inquired: “I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.” // [x]  

Although this individual was an absolute stranger as far as Mine was concerned, he couldn’t deny the attitude was one he could personally get behind. He quirked a brow and locked eyes with the other, but gave no indication of his amusement ( let alone acknowledgement beyond that ). Unlikely of a story as it were, the businessman could still entertain himself with the thought of such a letter being sent to a funeral reception ⸺ morbid? Maybe so, but not once was he to claim his sense of humour didn’t encroach on darker territory.

It wasn’t often he indulged others in conversation these days. Far be it for him to approach anyone at a bar, so drinks were often shared with colleagues he too kept at an arm’s length, if at all. It had crossed his mind to drive the stranger off, focus on his own drink alone, and continue enjoying his evening as he had initially intended, but something about that opener compelling him to press. 

    ❝ ⸺ I don’t suppose you received a reply in return. ❞ Never mind retaining any contact between himself and those who had suffered the loss. Taking his eyes off the stranger, Mine set his gaze ahead of himself, raising his glass level to his lips as though to take another drink ⸺ pausing only to speak again.

   ❝ ⸺ Perhaps I will have to take a page from your book next time I’m expected to attend a funeral. ❞ Probably not, but it was a nice thought to evade such an obligation when, chances were, he had no attachment to either those in attendance mourning, nor the unfortunate soul it was being held for.

[blcsscdson]

Jack was a well-read and well-travelled young man. He'd seen all of Lemoyne, New Hanover, Ambarino, New Austin and Mexico, and he'd never seen clothing quite like what the stranger in front of him wore. It looked like it'd be right at home with the clothing one would wear to explore the Grizzlies rather than the warmer climate of the Great Plains. He was curious as to why this stranger decided to talk to him, she didn't appear to be that much older than him, maybe mid to late twenties?

"Excuse me, miss? Ma'am? Don't mean to be rude but, d'you need somethin'? Or is there anythin' I can help you with?" His curiosity was piqued and, well, if he could help out then he would. It just felt right to him.

@wolfkcst asked for a STARTER

[virewolf]

starter for: @ermanodelgcdo

location: Ermano's airstream

"Yep. That's broken, alright." Vi slapped the top of the stove with her hand as if to affirm her statement that the thing was, in fact, broken. She straightened herself back up, sharp, hot pain shooting through her leg as she did, making her grit her teeth. It'd already been an effort to drag the stove out of it's position so she could get to the back panel. She cast one last look at the appliance, before casting her glance over to Ermano.

"Pretty sure I can fix it, though. Gonna take me a moment, but it's an easy one." She wouldn't have need to head back to the junkyard even. Her gaze wandered from her newest project over to the person she'd come to help. Ermano Delgado. "I hope you got an electric kettle or something, because I'm demanding a cup of tea for this." She gave him a slight grin, before she reached for her toolbag to get to work properly.

It'd been a while since she'd been in here. The cold weather and increasing size of Redwood kept her busier than it did last year - everybody wanted her to fix up a heater or something to keep their place warm, and it felt like she spent most of her days gutting things and repairing. Which, admittedly, she didn't mind. She liked repairing things. But she liked spending time with people too. "How have you been, 'mano? Busy with the council? You should stop by my place from time to time."

[intrcspection]

closed starter for @ecmotions​

eyes narrowing at the glass in his hand, he brought it up to his lips - ultimately deciding he wasn’t able to force himself to take a sip. “nope, i can’t do it.” shaking his head as he placed the glass down on the table, looking over at the person he’d asked to come to his family’s party with him. “i get the drinks are christmas themed but... that kind of green makes it look toxic and something i definitely shouldn’t drink.”

[couch-house]

Commissions for @son1c, @splashtail (and @sonboygemerl), @spoiledskullz, @sonia-the-hedgehog-2369, and @onesecretperson!!

These were so much fun!! Thank you all for commissioning me <33

[roboraindrop]

Hey plus size or underweight self shippers? Your f/os don't see your weight as a flaw. They love you for all that you are, and that includes everything. Yes, human beings are very flawed. Yes, your f/os do love your flaws as well! But, your weight is not a flaw. Just wanted to make sure you knew that. 💕

[puppyeared]

XIN YA MOMENT

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

So sad you didn't like the dadsy moment. I thought for sure you would go crazy.

As far as I know David Breen wrote this episode and he's not new. Don't quote me, but I think the writing team is the same

Actually went back and edited my post twice earlier cause I had a buddy mention the mixing studios change and then I also was able to process more lol y’all must have the first version my B o7 I can’t believe my hcs have become canon

[boatdriinks]

@riipperdoc

He hadn't been to a ripper in a while. Yeah, yeah. To his own detriment, he knew. With everything feeling like it was practically disintegrating around him, however, his health had definitely taken a backseat to everything else.

There enters V, who would one day end up mentioning his personal ripper. Dr. Vik Vektor. A pretty chill dude with a clinic all the way in Little China. Wasn't his usual scene anymore, but... well, it sure as fuck was better than pouring eddies into the pocket of some corp sellout. So, Kerry had taken the number offered to him and decided he'd think on it.

That would all culminate into calling the clinic using a voice changer and a private number one day. He hadn't gotten back to having his staff around him all the time anymore, so he just took the act upon himself. Placing the phone on speaker, Kerry would wait patiently, hoping for an answer, despite the lack visible number.