#thread: lacey

[xoxoveronicasworld]

“As a lawyer, I would say no and to not talk about is publicly. As a female I’d say you haven’t gone far enough.” She said with a smirk as she took a seat next to the woman talking.

"do you think it's socially acceptable to replace my cheating ex boyfriend's lube with hot sauce or am i taking it too far?"

[backmaskcd]

location: around main street status: open starter

Nolan had felt like he was in a daze ever since he and Willow (Jane?) decided to officially end their relationship. Having clung to it for so long, he was feeling lost, and empty. He hadn't been at the art festival when the crack exploded, but now that all the water had receded back into the crack, he had decided to venture out and survey the damage himself.

"What the fuck," he marveled, peering over the edge to see if now there was a visible, albeit liquid bottom. It was near impossible to be alone when you were anywhere near the crack, so he followed up his explitave. "Did you see this thing when it went off?"

[scryptids]

location: the kit kat club

closed starter for: @sparepcrts (lacey)

"i feel so gross and sweaty right now. it's disgusting." han was whining as she crashed in the changing room of the kit kat club, her hands wiping at various parts of her body to try and clear her skin of the sweat. sometimes the lights on stage were just a little too hot, and the rosiness of han's cheeks gave away that she was nearly at her breaking point with them. "and the tips aren't really worth it today, either. i think we should just all take the night off and go home."

[chaosandcrimson]

LOCATION: The Duplex FOR: Lacey Sinclair ( @sparepcrts )

"It's an open invitation, if you decide you want to come," Luz offered, checking her reflection in mirror. She glanced at her wardrobe where she had pulled out two other dresses as options. Even after going to school with them, she still didn't feel like she knew how to dress for events with her boarding school classmates—even after she had been living in the upper district for over a decade. "Is it better or worse for you that there's going to be a lot of people there? Because on one hand, it's a lot of people. But on the other hand, it's easier to stay unnoticed unless you want people to see you."

[immortalmuses]

@merriemarvels's Jubilee sent to Logan: She didn't say a word, but she made her presence known nonetheless; the scent of her gum, the squeak of her sneakers deliberate so he didn't think she was sneaking up on him. So that when she simply leaned against his back and let out a shaky sigh, she hopefully wouldn't have to explain the state her mind was in.

ㅤㅤㅤLogan's head is bowed, tension through his shoulders and biceps, telltale signs of a rage barely held in check by sheer, dogged willpower. Sensing Jubilation's approach (and all the courtesies she tries so hard to give him, more'n most), he exhales roughly, forces the tendons in his neck and back to relax, so when the younger mutant leans into him from behind, it's not quite like hugging a slab of granite.

ㅤㅤㅤStraightening slowly, Logan twists an arm behind him to hook it around Jube's waist. He half-turns, hauling her slight body forward into his denser frame until he can wrap the younger woman up into a fierce hug. They are nearly of a height, but Logan still manages to fit Jubilee's head under his chin, tucking her into the slope of his shoulder.

ㅤㅤㅤ".... What do we do, when we get kicked in the dirt?" He murmurs, kind but with an underlying layer of steel to his voice. "... we get up, darlin'... we keep gettin' up. And We Fight Like Hell."

[siiinfully]

continued from this with @asexxxualerotica

Seven years. It was but a blink in the eyes of one as ancient as him—a week well spent, if he had his way, and had such a beauty as her in his home. And what a beauty she was, too—the way her figure filled out that tight-fitting dress as she stood on the stand, looking for all the onlookers like she was begging for it to be torn away and her to be ravished—no, there was no denying just how gorgeous she was, and just how desperately he wanted her. But there was more to this than mere want. His eyes narrowed as he stared up at her, and as the bids began to be placed—she had been hurt, wounded, painfully deep. More than lust, more than hunger—he wanted to pull her away from whatever horrible situation had forced her to agreed to such a thing as this—he wanted to help her spread her wings and see just how far and high she could fly. No, he needed to do this! [I bid two-hundred-fifty-million gold pieces!] Khadamori, the tentacled ruler of the Underdark, exclaimed—his voice forcing all other bids silent.

Silence fell for a few seconds before chaos broke: the host calling for an end to the bidding and the others, all of them shouting that she shouldn’t be given to a killer such as him. They must have said his name, too, but it was lost in the cacophony of words, which soon died down as she was led away. Lacey had no time to breathe as she was asked to pack up the few belongings she had. Just important mementos, including the only photo she had of her and her grandmother, whose death had propelled her to her ex’s arms…and his fists. The rest could be left behind if needed, but she brought them anyway: a few books, pieces of clothing, and her old flip phone and its charger.

These were in the bag she had slung over her shoulder when she was led towards him, her new owner, all while still wearing the dress she had been displayed in. She shivered as she stood next to him, more out of the cold, but there was also nervousness there. While he had been sitting, he looked small, but now, she could see just how big and tall he was.

And he had…tentacles.

A lot of them.

She supposed that the ones on his face were considered his beard, and she stared at them, almost mesmerized, until their host’s voice snapped her back into reality as she was reminded of the basics of the contract.

Oh, and one other thing. If you do get pregnant by him, we can make custodial arrangements. I daresay any offspring of yours would be unwelcome back in your realm, Lacey.

A child? A baby? With..him? Her cheeks grew pink at the thought, but she nodded silently, not trusting her response.

[thedcvilherself]

"oh, thank god your home." less a sigh and more a groan of relief as ivy waltzes through the front door of her penthouse apartment. she knew lainey was set to be out of town, some kind of venture with friends that she was worried lacey would also be joining her for, pleased to instead find the twin settled comfortably on the living room's large sectional. "you'd never believe the shit those assholes at work pulled today." a rant that becomes harder to hear when the blonde disappears into her kitchen, reappearing moments later with a glass of wine and her blouse undone, the white top tossed carelessly onto the back of the couch as she grabs the remote and turns off whatever lacey had been watching. "come be a good girl and get on your knees for your big sister. i've been thinking about a pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock for hours." the relief she needed after a long day, free hand undoing her dress pants in order to free her member from its confines, smiling sweetly at the younger blonde. "make sure to strip first too. i don't mind my sweet, baby sisters coming to crash, but the least you two can do is put your body's on display for me like good little bimbos."

@wickedlvst

[therosepetalrps]

@soulxremains・❥・𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃: for belle : 〔𝟘𝟘𝟟. 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖〕 (𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖕.)

『✣』 The air smelled of moss. The wind was crisp and cool, but not cold. Bracing — as her father might have said. Rumplestiltskin had instructed her not to wander, but his back was turned, and she wasn't going to roam too far.

Her boots took her up one stair and then the next. The was incline u-shaped and forgivingly gradual. She stepped carefully so that her ankles wouldn't catch in the brambles that grew over the stone. It must have been a rather stout castle in its prime — if it were a castle at all. The ruins were a smattering of broken towers and unidentifiable structures. If there had ever been much more to it, it was only dust in the wind now.

She wasn't sure what Rumple intended to find here. Everything looked quite barren to her, apart from the crumbling chunks of brick and gnarled tree branches dislodged by storms long passed. But if it meant lungfuls of brisk air and a taste of exploration, she'd humour whatever quest compelled him here.

Belle glanced back over her shoulder and said, ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒. ❞

[bellecourageuse]

Belle in Hyperion Heights, where she is Weaver's detective partner of so many years she can hardly remember the time when this pain in the ass (affectionate) wasn't a part of her life.

Belle in Hyperion Heights, where she is the local librarian, a literal ray of sunshine who somehow ends up in a relationship with the most dangerous cop on the block, as they say.

Belle in Hyperion Heights, where she is a single mother (because Rumbelle deserved to have more children) working at Roni's

Belle in Hyperion Heights, where she is Lacey and Weaver's most priceless informant (adding to that, her father can be a crime boss or something using flower shop as a front and Gaston his right hand, in an AU where he is alive/human curse-less AU)

Belle in Hyperion Heights, where she is Lacey and is working at Roni's while she figures out her life

Just...

Belle in Hyperion Heights

[iridescencc]

closed for @spideysmuses // nathan h. & lacey y.

He was at it again: Nathan had been spending far too much time in his office, engrossed in his own things. Sure, he still was a devoted father, but he was aware he'd been failing yet once again as a husband to Lacey, although to be technically correct (and he loved accuracy), they weren't married per se: they signed papers that stated otherwise months ago. He also knew Lacey had been noticing he was more absent than usual lately. However, there was just this one thing that had been keeping him very occupied and he needed it to be perfect.

It happened to be the weekend, fine sunny Sunday, and while the children were getting ready to go out, he was instead getting ready to go somewhere else. 'I think I'll make it to lunch, Lacey. If not, surely afternoon. The kids won't even notice it.'

[cigvrettedvet]

closed starter for: @someotherdog

"i'm sorry that i didn't tell you," lacey looks over at them, true regret painted upon her features. "i'm so sorry. i didn't know how. i was afraid you'd think that i was like her. everyone else does when they hear the truth. i didn't want you to look at me differently." lacey fears that it's too late. no matter how hard lacey tries, she can't seem to run away from her blood stained past forever. and now it may have just ruined her newest relationship.

[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @violenttempest ('jane') location: outside; in front of the commune

The pure desperation that had driven Nolan up to this point was like a different kind of adrenaline. He was nearly driven to madness by it, and yet here he was, finally having some evidence of where his (ex?) girlfriend had possibly wound up. The search had been long, and hard, but he absolutely refused to give up, despite almost everything pointing to the fact that he should have.

Finding Huntsville wasn't easy; and Nolan had crossed the line completely unaware of just how different his life was about to be now - both because of the Paradox, and because he had no idea what to expect when it came to the girl he used to know.

Driving into the town was weird; for the first time, he felt like he entered somewhere he shouldn't be. However, upon spotting the girl he'd been so desperate to find after all this time, he parked very haphazardly before bolting out of the car towards her, entire face lighting up. "Willow!" He called, grabbing her shoulder to turn to face him, pulling her into a hug. "Holy fuck I can't believe it's actually you I've been looking for you for so long."

[oflowtides]

open starter for @nottinghillstarters location: holland park

"C'mon, I promise it won't be that bad." Lacey beamed at their company. "I'm starting to actually get to work on people instead of just oranges and pig ears now - and besides, if you come let me practice giving a real tattoo, it's only like a fraction of the cost! The only downside is that you have to pick from a flash sheet."

[dialdrvnk]

tag drop 3.0

[siiinfully]

continued from this with @dontstepinmypuddle

Chi hides his grimace when she calls him that. It's not usually his style, even if she is designed for that sort of thing. Having come into possession of not only the 'bot's physical location and the tech to, ah, "jailbreak" her, Chi is intent on making a pile of cash selling her to a client and cutting out the middle-man. But he's going to make sure she's not defective or something. Can always wipe her memory later. "First off, it's either "Boss" or "Sir". Second, ah, what's your name? Designation?"

She tilted her head, processing the new command and the queries. “Lacey, Master. I am programmed for carnal pleasure.” If her skimpy clothes weren’t clues enough, her body, with its plump tits, ass, and lips, could clue anyone in what she was made for. Luckily for him, her actual owner hadn’t fully activated her yet, so she didn’t see the ‘new’ face compared to the old, wrinkled one earlier as strange. It wasn’t her place to question such changes anyway. “Do you have my activation code, Master? It would be easier for me to service you if you enter it into my system.” The sexbot wasn’t trying to seduce him yet, not when she wasn’t fully functional.

[prettymvgic]

closed   starter   for   @grav3encovnters   ;   continuing   from   here. 

the   next   morning,   lacey   woke   up,   eyes   batting   open.   a   soft   knocking   at   her   skull   a   subtle   reminder   that   she   had   way   too   much   to   drink   the   night   before.   she   didn't   remember   much,   if   anything   at   all.   

a   soft   snoring   turned   her   attention   next   to   her.   under   the   blankets   lied   santi,   her   eyes   widened   ;   he   was   shirtless.   she   looked   down   at   her   own   body   and   noticed   she   also   wasn't   clothed.   she   pulled   the   blanket   closer   to   her   quickly   tugging   at   it   to   cover   up   any   inch   that   might   have   been   bared.   she   reached   for   the   pillow   that   rested   behind   her   and   picked   it   up   swinging   it   at   him   !  "what   are   you   doing   in   my   bed   ?!   and   you'd   better   have   boxers,   briefs,   whatever   on   underneath   !"