#thread: first meeting

[infinitusvoces-a]

Katerina was more than thrilled that the night had finally begun. Thankfully, now further away from Klaus. It was a temporary reprieve and this was her first night in the city and she would spend it correctly. Her dress was new, recently acquired the night before from a noble outside the city. Her heels clicked on the cobblestone streets as she walked, hearing the faint sound of music from afar. Then, someone caught her eye, it was a man walking alone. Perfect, but too easy.

He would have no idea what was coming to him. Nor would the man in question remember any of it for that matter. She followed him, easily. He had no idea he was even being followed. Then there was not a soul in the alleyway, she then proceeded to strike, fast.

She immediately went for the man's neck, holding him tight against her for a decent amount of time. In the midst of her drink, she felt another presence, an interruption. She looked up as she pulled her fangs from him. She then pushed him forward, looking down to her now partly bloodstained dress.

"You know, it is quite rude to interrupt," she says with a sigh, crossing her arms. A smirk was present in her gaze. "And now my dress is ruined."

@starlightintheirwake (lestat)

[wokegallagher]

[yuushin7]

Day 03: First meet; Day 17: Sharing bed OR "How it started" vs…. How they'll end up someday 😅 They're getting there! Just very slowly Day 03 could also double as alternate for Day 16: Red Thread…. Which gives me idea that I could combine 2 days if I end up lagging behind too much 🤔especially since not all prompts spark inspiration for me 😅

[pikachequito]

blonde masterminds and their “fated” teammate

[wikitpowers]

kitty and merthur parallels bc i'm sad pt.1 (beware of spoilers!)

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[kingkatsuki]

Specifically thinking about long distance relationships today.

So tell me how you and your f/o would first meet online?

[spiderin-space]

More crown-swap concepts….

[unladielike]

...So since reblogging asks hasn't really helped in instigating more interactions on my blog (because I guess people don't really enjoy continuing asks into threads anymore?), I'll be posting a brand new starter call! Anyways, you know the drill. Like this post for a starter and if you're a multimuse, please specify a muse. Oh, and alternatively, if there's a verse you specifically want to request from Vivian, do specify that too; otherwise, I will default to using a more modern, slice of life setting.

[keepmovinjunior]

random starter for ˗ˏˋ @seachant * bc we haven't had ariel and meg interact yet somehow, and i love nini's ariel ?? wtf

The water's edge, along the calm ocean, as long as it was relatively level... minimally rocky, and near to the ground... was nice. The way light shimmers off of the golden chariot's spoils... gleams in the afternoon sun. Meg understands the appeal of solitude once she walks along the ocean. She sighs, heavily albeit not unhappily, and, hoisting her dress up, she settles, gently, upon a rock. She could think here.

Or, perhaps, something even better.

Staring out into the endless distance, she pulls a small, albeit carefully crafted wooden flute out, and up to her lips. Blowing upon it gingerly, she begins to play. A sad, pretty little tune, one she had learnt back home, in the Theban docks, from an old lone traveling woman, long left to herself after a day of trading and caravans. Sometimes Megara wonders where that woman is; who she is. She'll never know.

What was that?

Meg stops for a moment. Her heart skips. She lowers the flute only just. She furrows a brow; lips flattened in a tepid concern. Had that been a fish? She could have sworn she had caught a glimmer of a large, green fin. And out here, a woman could never be too cautious.

After nothing happens for a few more long, tense moments... Meg reluctantly relaxes once again... falls back into her playing. Perhaps just a trick of the light.

[fereldensheroes]

@nightsongs didn't ask for a Marie, but gets one.

The woman's fingers tapped against her knee as she watched the bustle within the Gallows. Every day, refugees. Every day, more restrictions on mages. Marie-Jeanne Valet didn't quite know how to pull away from it. How to relax. She sat there, fletching arrows with practiced hands, listening carefully.

[aellyne]

MY DEAREST 연인 (2023) EP. 02 // EP. 10

[halfyearsqueen]

in every no dance au she goes on progress the following year after her ascension when things have mostly settled down, and does go all the way to the north

[soulmissed]

@backwaterscum: ‘ this is going to hurt. ’ // helping auggie with a wound? maybe when he finds him in atlanta, or we can always fast forward to a time where they’ve known each other for longer!

memes, accepting

boy’s been silent, unsettlingly so, since paths collided ten minutes ago. the atlanta heat dew drops his forehead. the atlanta heat languishes the clammy brown hand spun vine-like into backpack strap. that was his life, you know, housed upon stone jagged shoulders.

gashes tooth his arm. (was desperate to free a soda from gas station refrigerator. the mangled machine made quick work of his thirst.) he stares with detached wonder as his good samaritan – daryl – assesses his wound. bottle of lukewarm fluid, poured over gashes. the boy grimaces. head bent south. eyes peeled shut.

makeshift bandage fastened to arm, the kid peeks upward. sign language: « thank you. »

[ariminiria]

hmm trying to decide if this should be a multi chapter

[unladielike]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָཐིཋྀ — STARTER CALL ( @dernarrleid ​)

     "Uh... Wolfie? How exactly did you wind up getting such a nasty looking scar?" Vivian would bring herself to nosily pry. Normally, she wouldn't have really noticed it, but given the fact she had been secretly relying on his taller physique to block out the sun's harsh, relentless rays for quite some time now, her bespectacled gaze would eventually start wandering... until sure enough, her eyes would settle on the jagged looking scar situated behind his ear. "Like, were you mauled by a super hungry bear while out on a camping trip or something? 'Cause that sure looks... immensely painful."

[astarab1aze]

having a passing thought, but for undead muses - and i guess it's a moot point - but i never see anyone describe the differences in body temperature (ofc i don't always either). i think it just adds another layer to whatever it is you're writing-- holding hands for the first time, kissing, having sex, etc etc. like vayn's technically a dead body walking, but no one talks about how cold he is to the touch unu