#thank you for liking the starter call!

[mndstom]

closed one - liner for @redemptioninterlude

"Be quiet and stay very still."

[lucidrims]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . wonjoo coming thru for @writtn

            " don't worry, i'm well aware that everyone is staring at us. but who cares ? let them stare. " the male says, patting the other's head.

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[mndstom]

Familiar faces greeted Chloe when she entered the diner where she used to spend her early adulthood days with her friends -- a small town, everyone almost knows each other at some level. Some deeper connections were made, and some stayed as acquaintances. Almost every other person she connected eyes with received a smile from her, except one. She shouldn't have been baffled to see Madison, but there she is, pure surprise on her facial features when their eyes briefly meet ( she breaks the eye contact by simply looking away ). But her blue hues return to the female when she hears her voice, and she reluctantly takes steps toward the table where she is sitting. "Well... My parents still live here and it was time for me to come say hi to them." it's the truth. Chloe didn't have any other reason to return to the town until her parents invited her. "I will not be staying long though. A couple days, that's it." Again, her eyes are wandering around while she's pondering should she inquire how things have been, should she sit down or should she simply disappear from the female's sight? "How... How things have been?" She couldn't be more awkward about things...

open starter to: m/f/nb. please check my guidelines before interacting / don't like my starters. muse: madison wilson, ranch help.

''well, well. i never thought i'd see you back in town - what the hell are you doing back here?''

[mndstom]

closed starter for @aftermidnites

"Hi." Greeting a stranger? Not something Yujin would do every day. "Can you hold my hand and pretend we're having fun?" Asking for a favor from a stranger? Also, something she doesn't do every day.

[bvrningdcwn]

closed starter for @lovedrunked based on this

It was late and Arlo didn't expect anyone to knock on his door, the surprise suddenly jerking him awake. Checking his phone to see the time, he realized that he had missed messages from them and rushed to the door. "What happened? Are you okay?" There were not many reasons for them to be here at this hour and none of them were good. "What did they do this time?"

[liberaetor]

ok! bedtime for me because i've got a busy day tomorrow :~) however, i want to tentatively say i've got every* reply to a thread / meme that i owe in the queue. i have a few things on my to do list, which is listed below because i don't want anyone thinking i've forgotten about them since i'm so slow :( sorry guys! but i promise, actual writing is coming <3 thanks to everyone who's actually interested in the shenanigans i get up to around here hehe!

currently in the queue are replies for : — flyrebel ... 2x , reysistance ... 2x , sm4llville , g0dteeth ... 2x , s1hayas , raehs , devoutgun , spectrefive.

need to reach out about my in-depth thread / plotting call with : — debelltio , rexihka , sunkill3r , krayat , ecsile

i owe first meeting starters to : — ereneida , strangewonderful , ofhearth , raehs , revelres , sunkill3r , earthspin , devoutgun , lumenist , tapalslegacy , entriprises , lovedelayed , 6knight , debelltio

[mndstom]

The moment Chloe spotted one of her necklaces missing, she knew who to blame and where to go. She should have been more careful where to place things, but where would be the fun in the night if she didn't have her weekly meetings with certain someone who claims to be the best of the best?

Getting on the rooftop the safest route ( inside through the stairs ), she sees a familiar figure sitting on the edge of it. In amusement, the red - hair rolls her eyes. "Given up?" She can't help but chuckle. Chloe will never give up. Especially when things have gotten quite interesting and entertaining. "Are you sure it's not you who has become predictable?" Well, to be fair, she doesn't know anyone else who would steal from her.

Her gaze turns towards the jewelry the other is holding. Sure, it's a valuable ( and quite important ) piece, and for a mere moment she's biting the inside of her cheek, wondering how will she get the necklace back. Then she looks nonchalant. She will not show to Valeria that there's a chance she has gotten under her skin. "That's it? You want me to admit you're better than me?"

She gives it a thought. Then a second. And with her nose scrunched up, she shakes her head. "Naaah. Will never happen."

muse: valeria álvarez ( test muse | main verse ; crime ). late 20s. smuggler and underground courier. open to: any gender / 25+. plot: we’re two thieves who literally can’t stand each other bc we’re each other’s biggest competitors, so we have a stealing war with each other to prove that i’m the best in what we do, and it doesn’t stop at just stealing objects (partners, friends, jobs—you name it!). starter tag: @indiestarter notes: replies will be posted as new threads for tracking purposes. matching length is not required - I ramble.

Valeria perched casually on the edge of a rooftop, her legs dangling over the side as she looked down at the city below. The stolen necklace glinted in her hand, the faint moonlight catching on the delicate chain as she twirled it between her fingers. A triumphant smirk tugged at her lips. She didn’t just take the piece to complete the job—oh no. This one was personal.

She slipped the necklace into her pocket, leaning back on her hands as she waited. It wasn’t just about the heist anymore; it was about proving a point. And she knew they wouldn’t let her have the last laugh. They never did.

When she heard the faint sound of footsteps behind her, she didn’t bother turning around. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening.

❝Took you long enough,❞ she said, her voice dripping with amusement as she glanced over her shoulder. ❝I was starting to think you’d given up and let me win.❞

Valeria rose to her feet with practiced ease, brushing imaginary dust off her leather jacket as she turned to face them. Her dark eyes sparkled with challenge, the playful edge in her tone masking the sharpness of her intent.

❝You’re predictable, you know that?❞ she teased, stepping closer, her boots clicking softly against the concrete. ❝It’s almost too easy. Almost.❞

She paused, letting the moment stretch before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the necklace, holding it up between them. ❝This look familiar?❞ she asked, her smirk now a full grin. ❝Face it—you’re good, but I’m better.❞

Her confidence was as sharp as the knife she kept hidden at her side, but the tension between them crackled like a live wire. This wasn’t just a rivalry anymore—it was a game, and Valeria wasn’t about to lose.

[lunaetis]

to those who have NOT A SINGLE IDEA who raika is and still let me throw her at your muses : i owe you my life, you guys are real MVPs.

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  hyunki  coming  thru for @seoulstreet !

            "  i'm  not  sober  enough  to  talk  about  this  right  now  .  .  you  have  to  wait  until  i  get  food  in  me  first.  "

[wildruns]

closed starter for @sourtimcs from nathan

"so... will i see you again?" he asked with a soft grin as he looked over at the other, "or you know... you can stay over for one more night, or however long you want." nathan traced a finger down their arm, taking hold of their hand before planting a kiss on their knuckles.

[mndstom]

A dramatic inhale is taken when Chloe finally finishes the list of things he's meant to do on that day. And then an amused smile tugs to her lips once she hears his words. "I'm pretty sure I told you at one point you have too much planned for today, but..." She doesn't finish her sentence, letting her words float in the air.

open   to   :   m/f/nb.  looking   for   :   personal   assistant,   or   receptionist.  muse   :   isaac   houghton,   owner   of   gentleman   enterprises   ;   a   escort   service. 

when   they   listed   everything   that   was   on   his   schedule   for   the   day   and   everyone   that   he   needed   to   call   back.   he   simply   chuckled   and   rose   his   hands   to   his   face.   "i   am   going   to   drown.   there   is   just   not   enough   time   in   the   day."

[brokenmagxc]

@lionheartedscout / starter call.

HIS SWORD LOWERS FROM THE OTHER'S NECK where it trembles as it falls, slowly but surely meeting the dusted ground with a soft clink. wide, wet eyes land onto blonde hair and light hues ( foreign, unfamiliar ). the pant on his lips becomes a soft huff in the silence between them.

there was nothing left. his whole life was set aflame off in the distance, with war raging between a heated battle of violence and blood. the iron kingdom's twin axes burned under dhalmekian advance, the men of the fist shoving sand down barbarian throats. the dominant was lost, the battle was waning. though blood was already spilt upon sand, staining beige in red the same way his tunic soaked in ichor from injury and anger. as the fighting began to die down, only panting and screaming remained.

arthur shifts to grab at an open wound, hoping the pressure would stave the bleeding of his side. his armor clamors and slides where it falls from him, torn apart like he had been attacked by wolves. the blasted crest of axe and anchor reveals itself from the forgotten steel ; he was ironblooded, and yet, those same men were now dead beside the pair, having been disposed through combined effort. if the stranger before him hadn't intervened, he would have surely died. and yet, would it have not been easier that way ??

his eyes flicker, the deep browns molding and moving, aether flowing under them in threat, but not in action. he is hurt, confused, abandoned, and though he is sure he looks like a cornered animal crawling on the ground as he had been, he had no other choice but to accept what fate was before him. blasted ; curse his kind heart and unwilling hands. feeble — no bloodlust reigned within him, only tired glances and gritted teeth. his voice rumbles as his lips part to speak, a deep tone hoarse in the dry air around them. then, finally: “ you're not dhalmekian. what — what are you doing here ?? ”

[lgchyuk]

file: trainee mission 019 partner: @lgcasami title: battle of high notes

it was getting harder to focus on practicing for the charity event. even for someone who believed everything happened for a reason and that maybe his timing wasn’t the best, this time hyukjae was pretty confident his debut time was the right one. when the results for the next round of people called to get their debut chance came and he didn’t make it, his automatic reaction was just to give up. he was tired, his body and mind strained to the point he couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.

but for some unknown reason, hyukjae stayed. for some reason he decided he should try to prove everyone else wrong and made them believe it was their loss they hadn’t picked him to debut, that type zero was missing out on not choosing him in the end.

for that exact reason, he had been roaming around, trying to find a practice room that wasn’t too crowded or one where he could sing in peace for hours and not get interrupted, but apparently, that was everyone’s idea. the charity concert was and important event and he was placed on a day when a lot of the high-ups would be there watching them, he couldn’t show up there giving them a poor presentation of who he could really be.

many people often forgot the last practice room on the third floor because it was an old storage room turned into a practice room due to higher demand for more space and trainees needing to stay up until late hours to fix their routines. hyukjae didn’t even check if there was someone there, he just opened the door and closed it behind him, only to realize a girl was sitting on the floor, back resting against the mirrored wall in front of him.

“oh, i didn’t see someone was already here. are you about to leave?”

[kiigan]

starter call @heartsandwishes

ㅤOf all the things Itachi had expected/hoped to be surprised by after leaving his homeland behind, certainly ice cream had not made it to the initial list - yet here he was now, more than ready to revise his priorities. Not that ice cream, in and of itself, was anything that extraordinary, even. What with Wutai having been turned to the general tourist resort it was nowadays, exotic snacks made especially [and having a super expensive price tag slapped on them] for tourists could easily be found at every corner of the main streets.

This one was... peculiar, though. Salty, but also sweet.

ㅤ«Sea-salt, was it?» The title was appropriate, given the uncanny mix of flavors. In fact, it was making him curious enough to go and check the ingredients, later. Maybe even spare the time to learn the recipe. Once he returned home, he could try his hand at making some for his little brother. Glancing back at Xion, who'd so kindly introduced him to this tiny masterpiece, he smiled after another lick. «I can see why you were talking so highly of it.»

[mndstom]

There's a hint of amusement in Chloe's facial features while she's looking at the other. Finding the whole situation amusing? If she starts to think about the situation too hard, she will start to panic, and she will not want to be alone in her apartment. "You literally live two blocks away." The woman says, gesturing towards the direction where the other lives. But on second thought... It might be safer to have company for the night ( and there's a chance she will not hear about Sora's death the next morning ). "You can stay if you make breakfast for us." She can stay even when she doesn't make breakfast for them.

𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 . mascs / femmes . 🐇 sora and her friends are behind the recent k/illings in town , but she'll pretend to be scared if it means getting ur muse to take care of her .

' there's a k/iller on the loose and you want to send me home alone this late ? ' though the shock on her face is clearly exaggerated , she knows all too well they won't simply ignore her ( they don't know she has nothing to fear , after all ) . ' just let me stay here tonight . '