#open to mutuals;;

[halloweenstrangers]

"No, that's spanish for no."

[labgrown]

"I fear I ate too much and I can no longer move."

[devilfced]

"I want nothing to do with this 'banana spider.'"

[gothiings]

"The absolute disadvantages of being short, I tell you." She was four foot eight so one could only imagine how often she had to pull out a step-ladder just to reach something. But she was used to it.

[great-mouse-detectives]

Music plays, the world becomes dizzy with motion around the ballroom. A formal invitation had been sent by the Queen to the infamous Basil of Baker Street for his heroic work, his plus one being his trusted partner and assistant, Dr David Q. Dawson. A man who was in desperate need of a fun party after everything the detective has pulled on him. Now, stuffy events like this were hardly the mouse's cup of tea, but this time had been... Different. Different how, you may ask? Well, not only do you not refuse an invitation from the Queen to the palace, but there’s also the fact that Dawson had dreams of meeting someone and dancing the night away. So, if the detective's best friend was to attend, he would also have to go. And no weaseling his way out of the night, either. Dawson’s eyes were on him, as previously promised. He would have to try and enjoy himself tonight, or die of boredom trying.

To be fair, the man looked lovely in his spiffy little suit. Red in color with yellow accents, his hair combed back in a more formal manner, shoes shiny being brand new, and a wine glass in hand that has yet to be touched by his lips. He really only carried it to make other’s more comfortable to be downing as much alcohol as they were in his presence. At least the upper class was more tolerable to be around when they weren't sober. Watching people with too much money drink themselves silly had its perks. But that's the majority of what he could do, just... People watch.

He stood off in the corner, much akin to a wallflower. Left to twiddle his thumbs and behave like a child waiting for their mom in a grocery store. His foot tried not to tap impatiently, but to the sound of the music as to not offend any of the other guests who were actually enjoying themselves.

This is absolute torture. He needs something. Anything. To keep him occupied. And he was forced to leave his pipe at home - He was in desperate need for a smoke. And social standards let him do nothing of the sort inside, where he had promised Dawson he'd stay unless someone else prompted otherwise. Darn. A wistful and defeated sigh blew through his nose as he debating finally taking a sip... A quick sniff of the glass and he deduced it was what folks call 'the good stuff.' He wasn't much of a drinker, he had other vices, but expensive wine was not his go to. The Queen must have gone all out for this celebration.

Tch. He almost just decided to pour it out into a nearby plant, but the doctor's eyes caught his again as he was mingling. With an eyebrow suspiciously raised at him, he pouted softly, rolled his eyes, and took a sip. That appeased the doctor's judgemental gaze and he returned to his conversation. The wine wasn't awful, at least.

[qweenbeeb]

The blonde couldn't help but sigh contently as she lounged by the pool, blunt in hand and listening to her favorite Snail Mail album. It was nice, but a little lonely at the same time. She took another puff of her blunt, holding it between her lips as she pulled out her phone. 

[MASS TEXT] Pool day at my place! Bring drinks, suits, and towels! Don't forget the sunscreen.☀️😎

She selected all the contacts in her phone but her finger lingered over the send button for a moment. Did she really want just anyone showing up? She quickly unselected Cartman and a few people from out of town before sending the mass text. She smiled, leaning back in the chair once more to enjoy the sun. 

[shiigures-a]

She's clearly drunk, having too many Irish coffees to keep Tashigi as her usual self. In which, she goes and gets her other two swords and waves them around in a particular fashion.

"Hey everyone! Look, I'm Roronoa!". She then proceeds to place Shigure's hilt in her mouth and accidently bites down.

"Owwwww!!" How on earth does the other swordsperson not break their teeth while doing this? Well, that sobered her up a little.

[antipxos]

"Why the hell are there bloody frogs in the house?"

[putastakeinit]

“This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.” She wanted her brother to live a normal life; graduate school, maybe head onto college, do whatever the hell he wanted with his life. But it had all been snatched away from him and her.

She lost friends, time and sleep. Nothing could be regained. At least she had some people she could call friend.

But Damien would always be the one she missed the most.

[trustrage]

No one was to know a prince of Asgard was a Jotun. The revelation of his true heritage had shaken him to his core, both figuratively and literally as the memory of his unsteady hands held onto the casket of winters.

The first time his skin turned blue was back in Jotunheim, when Thor broke out a battle Loki had so desperately tried to avoid. But no, his brash brother could not restrain himself.

And now?

He was stuck like this, blue skinned and red eyed. For days now he had been avoiding anyone, and if need be, he would use his magic to create the illusion he was Asgardian, but alas the charade grew thin.

His body jumped slightly when he heard a door open and he quickly turned on his glamour.

"Yes, yes what is it? Could you knock first?"

[belovedweighed]

"There's no one left, I'm all alone."

[labgrown]

"I'm a professional wedding crasher, I eat all your food then I leave."

[devilfced]

"I think I'm going to need a drink, in fact I'll have several drinks."

[gothiings]

"Waiting at the light, know what I mean?"

[copmcm]

She had been unable to relax when she got home. Her frame was shaking as she made her way up to the stairs and her blood ran cold. When she reached her bedroom, she noticed her nose began to bleed.

Tissue after tissue, it wouldn't stop. Choe's heart raced as she tried to cease the bleeding in vain.

"It won't stop, why won't it stop?"

[deadkenndy]

" If you were a chicken, you sure would be im-peck-able."