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[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 @allbettr !

"I feel like you come here just to look at these two idiots."

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  bomi  coming  thru  for @fadinglights !

            "  i'm  fine,  this  just  happens  sometimes.  it's  normal  for  me.  "

[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]

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."

[thenten]

@onlyheartaches liked the Permanent Starter Call!

"Thanks a ton, pal, I really appreciate the assist." The creature says with gratitude, standing atop the ruined remains of the Sentinel the two had just defeated together- multitude of green eyes that adorned all parts of his body (except for his head) darting about over the massive robot, though two remain steadily faced at the other.

"No idea what this thing's problem was, it just jumped me out of nowhere! Who could I have possibly ticked off this much...?"

He questions audibly, kicking a bit of the robot that had been encased in ice, clearly unaware of the automaton's intended purpose, and even less why it had identified him as target for it.

[cosmicallybound]

     ❝   i   must   say,   what   a   brilliant   speech   you   gave,   darling.   ❞   the   witch's   applause   echoed   in   the   palace's   hallowed   halls   as   she   approached   heira,   supple   flesh   curled   into   a   bemused   smile.

@rustbriar | x

[danhang]

queued all starters from the starter call and almost all sentence starters in my inbox! highkey proud of myself but still so tempted to add noctis to my muse list ;;

[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 . '

[wisheswagered]

Frederick hasn't been at this manor for nearly as long as the others. Though it feels like it's been an eternity to him, it means that he's still getting to know the other survivors who've found themselves trapped in this place.

And Emma Woods... is one of those people. It's such a bizarre feeling, seeing her now. While he'd never known her in life, he had heard of her - as a girl who went missing in mysterious circumstances several years ago, her life sensationalized and her disappearance treated as an unsolvable mystery by those who knew of her.

Never would he have dreamed he'd ever end up joining her among the ranks of the missing. ...He wonders if they're looking for him, too. They must be - while not for the reasons he wants, Frederick Kreiburg is a well-known name among the higher classes, and yet... that fact brings him no comfort at all.

Regardless. It's cruel of him, but the one thing that strikes him as he looks at her now is what he knows of her past. Knowing she's been a patient at an asylum for so much of her life... to be quite honest, it chills him to the bone. The reason for that discomfort is difficult to identify - or maybe, deep down, it's something that he simply doesn't want to acknowledge.

Today, though... there's only one question on his mind. Though he doesn't know if it's curiosity or paranoia that drives him to ask.

"Tell me. Why did you approach me, of all people, for this?"

@mlssamericana ( starter for emma! )

[alatenightwith]

‘‘ you've got an incredible head of hair, if you don't mind me saying. do you use some kind of special shampoo, or are you just genetically gifted? ’’

@depictedmorada & starter call !!

[brokenmagxc]

@erodedlight / starter call.

AT FIRST HE THINKS the indoor lighting is playing tricks on him, twinkling in odd areas, flickering in and out as if it were a flame under threat of being extinguished by the gust of air that was his existence. he is bewildered by it, the illusion of something there and not, something translucent like a ghost that vanishes only to SHINE moments later. the sun dipping between clouds in rapid succession. dark brows draw closer, pinching where his mind nearly breaks under pressure to solve this mystery. what is happening between them ?? in his confusion, the man approaches quickly and arthur has no time to react. a hand outstretches before him - he is unsure why he is being pursued but he needs to CREATE DISTANCE or else he will quickly get overwhelmed by his own senses.

“ hey, hey !! slow down. you're too BRIGHT - it's giving me a headache. ”

[mndstom]

"Last time usually means it will be the last time." Maia mumbles, still loud enough for the female to hear, and after her words, a heavy sigh leaves her. "We were meant to stop this weeks ago." She minds her, halting her steps to turn around and look Sonia. "And after next time, there will be another time, then another time, and..." But despite trying to argue back, she's still somewhat ready to meet her parents again.

open to : f / nb ( 30+ ). muse : sonia ismaili. lesbian. she / her. plot : in source. * please do not like my starter.

sonia walked behind the other and began to rub their shoulders. " i know baby i said last time would be the last time but i need you there. i like knowing i can prove my parents wrong." even though what her and the other weren't really together. sonia bent down to lean their head against the other's. " i'll get you that jacket you've been eyeing."