#thread: the date night

[storystartsanew]

Closed Starter (Stiles/Adelphia): The Date Night

Stiles double checks everything is perfect. He's not the best cook by any means, and about the only thing he can make really well is diner food. But he tries his best to do something fancy, and the results looked... Good. He thinks.

The table is set, the lighting is dim but not too dim. They should have the place to themselves tonight. It's going to be a good date. He smiles when he hears a knock on the door, heading over and opening it with anxious excitement. "Wow. Hi. I missed you."

@mysteriousangels

[teiasviago]

colin 🤝 anthony: making an heir in s3

[hatter-and-dodo-in-wonderland]

Draw your character wearing...

9: Date night threads

This time I chose to wrap the roses in peach, her favourite colour...

[spoocys-glade-of-dreams]

@badxsshottiexllie

*There is a knock on Ellie's door. When she would answer, she could see Rayman was right outside her door with a bouquet of Roses. He holds them out for her to take with a huge smile on his face*

"Happy Valentines Day Rose! I had some time to kill so I brought you these. I'm sorry I won't be able to spend the day with you, but I might be able to make it up to you later tonight. I have something planned for when I get off work. What do you say?"

[descended-from-fairytales]

Date Night

@fxirytxlcfxtc

Stiles is trying his very hardest to pay attention to the movie in front of them. It's their first official date night, and he wants to make a good impression. Not that he needs to, when Nova has seen probably most everything that's ever gone through his head at any given time. But he still wants to try.

He's decidedly not thinking about how much he wants to kiss her, or about how close they're sitting next to each other under this blanket. Nope, no, sir. He's focused on the movie, and nothing else. He blushes a bit redder every time he catches his mind wandering.

[dramatisperscnae]

@thecreativeforge [x]

Deliciously remarkable dinner and a pleasant walk through the luscious green gardens at the local park, and yet nothing compared to the absolutely stellar of Dick Grayson's. Roy and Dick scarcely had the chance to have evenings like these all to themselves, especially with his princess Lian getting her fair share of Roy's attention, but finally being able to be out an about with his bluebird... It was an absolute treat, and Roy had a terrible sweet tooth. Their heated kiss finally broke, and Roy took a soft breath himself, forehead pressing against Dick's as he cackled to the sound of his question. "Why do you think I wanted to skip dessert?" He teased and keaned in to press another featherlight kiss to those addictive lips in spite of his breathless tone. "Had I not been a polite gentleman, I would have considered taking the main course right there and then." Crass, maybe, but it was intentionally exaggerated, and he knew Dick was aware he was just being blunt to make a point across. He pressed another firm kiss before inhaling sharply through nostrils and pulling back, flashing Dick a more tender smile. "You ok? I didn't hit your head too hard on the wall or something, yeah?"

Dick's cheeks, already faint pink, flushed darker at Roy's words, an eager light in his eyes. His hand tightened a little in Roy's hair, pulling his archer that much closer. Main course, was he…? "In public? Scandalous even for you, Roy," he teased back, knowing full well it had been exaggeration to begin with. Didn't make it any less fun to joke about. All just a part of the game.

He leaned eagerly into Roy's kiss, letting out a soft hum of pleasure before the hand in Roy's hair slid down to cup his cheek. "I'm fine," he assured the other, thumb brushing over Roy's cheekbone softly. "More than fine." Another kiss, then Dick leaned forward to nuzzle against Roy's ear, lips just brushing over it as he continued, "…now are we gonna stand here all night…?"

[therxtking]

Closed starter for @warhammer-fantasy-muses It's date night!

Well. He did his best. Fur shining like polished silver, wearing his dark blue dance dress. One of his favorite ones he'd competed inn and the only one that had been re tailored thus far...

His ears were already beet red as he waited quietly for his date to arrive. Damn. When was the last time he'd been on one of those?... Gordon waited in silence, other than the soft tapping of his boot on the carpeted floor of his personal library... What if he looked ridiculous? Highly plausible. What if they didn't show? No. No Qhi'zhek wouldn't do that to him... He wouldn't... What if the hired help fucked up the venue? What if the food was ruined? What if it was bad?

The rat was far up in his head with worry after worry as he tapped his shoe and fidgeted his gloved hands.

[kisumitenderly]

@vulpesscarred ———————-

When Fox had invited him out tonight he had explained it was an effort of apology. The gruesome night a few weeks back when he had mistakenly stumbled into a scene he should have never ventured. There had been a few nights since when he had woken up in a cold sweat gasping for air but Fox didn’t need to know. It would only make matters worse that he wasn’t shaping up to fill the role he had been destined to.

So lo and behold tonight they were venturing out, ‘for fun’ Fox had insisted.

Kisumi arrived at the address and clearly this had to be a mistake. Luckily he arrived right from work. He debated going home and getting changed but maybe fate had intervened. Knowing Fox Kisumi was assuming they were going to some chain place, or maybe a dive bar. Somewhere they wouldn’t stick out and could fade into the crowd.

Not this. Literally anything but this.

Kisumi had to give his name, to a man in a tux. A full fitted look, bow tie and everything. Luckily he had been dressed nicely, he had been seeing clients all day. They allowed him to come in but everyone else seemed to be in dark suits, unlike his light tan with a pop of salmon pink shirt. Thank the stars he managed to have his jacket with him.

They made their way to a table where Fox already sat. Once the man left Kisumi glared over towards him. His voice hissing out a whisper, “Is this some kind of joke? They almost didn’t let me in for dressing too casual.” Which was offensive enough. “Why didn’t you tell me? Isn’t this like one of the nicest restaurants in the city?”

[entities-of-posts]

Why are all of your links in pinned post broken I'm frothing at the mouth let me in let me see the secrets let me in let me in let me in let me in let me in

I have no idea, they work for me, but they don’t work for some people… you can try manually searching for the tags which title the arcs, and either scroll to the end and then read back up or tack on the chrono function yourself. It’s build into the links, which might be what doesn’t work for you. Recurring characters also have their own tags.

I’ll tag this post with all the arc tags, so you can click on them, as the search function is terrible.

Of course, a lot of the lore is actually on discord now!

[honeyyglaze]

I’ve dreamt of the same person 4 nights this week

[invinciblerodent]

"I need to rein it in, I don't know the characters yet, so I won't write fic about them- it'd just end up being out of character anyway."

(proceeds to write like four pages)

"well, okay, that's.... fine, it's ambiguous enough, they barely speak. but i won't mention the kind of tattoos this character is supposed to have without seeing what options I have for them in the cc, just to keep things neat and canon-accurate."

(proceeds to spend like half an hour brainstorming ideas for exactly that)

[feathersontheclyde]

" Press back against me baby... yeah just like that. Can you feel how hard you made me already just by hearing your voice? " John B asks by her ears while his hands roam up her inner thighs then he starts to kiss her exposed shoulder and neck.

@theolderhenderson

[saturnmused]

@mcmorare // tianyu & katrina // starter call.

❝ i told him to fuck off, ❞ tianyu announces as he comes back to their table, where she's been awaiting patiently for his return. they settle back into seat and take a large sip of their sparkly cocktail before they fix gaze back on her, confidence evident. ❝ he's not gonna bother either one of us. god, can't stand guys like that. it's like the word 'no' doesn't exist in their vocabulary. ❞ he grins then, mischief twinkling in dark eyes. ❝ thankfully, the words 'i'll crush your balls' seemed to hit home. ❞

[staronline]

˖             𓂃      ★ ⠀ׄ  dear    @honeycoded ,

              “  didn't  i  tell  you  that  you  can't  come  here  whenever  you  want  ?  i'm  .  .  busy  ,  ”  hands  wave  around  the  convenience  store  as  if  to  back  her  case  ,  though  the  emptiness  of  it  does  everything  to  refute  it.  “  i'll  call  you  tomorrow  morning  if  i'm  free  ,  okay  ?  but  you  can't  hang  out here.  ”

[warsinmyhead]

[ACCESS GRANTED] TEST MUSE Dr. Lance Sweets

FC: Cho Seungyoun

Age Range: Early to mid 20s

Specialty/Field: Psychology, Profiling

Languages: Korean (intermediate due to learning as a youth and trying to practice/keep skills strong as adult), English (fluent since 6 years old due to adoptive family), Intermediate French (high school/college elective)

Parents/Family: Birth father (unknown), Birth mother (abandoned), and Finley family (adoptive - deceased due to old age)

Sexuality: Demisexual

Bio: Shortly after being born, his birth mother (surname Sweets) who worked as a psychic in a traveling show gave him up and he bounced from foster to foster until age 6. He never knew his birth father and does not establish any kind of relationship or connection with his birth mother as an adult. Prior to being adopted by the Finley family, Lance suffered abuse and neglect from other foster parents, in some cases, this resulted in scars that he bears to this day. The Finleys were on the older side when they adopted him, but they gave him a safe and welcoming space to grow and thrive in. Lance pushed himself through his studies and graduated with good marks and completed multiple degrees to earn his doctorate in his early 20s. Shortly before he was assigned to council Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth at the request of the FBI, his adoptive parents passed away. Initially dismissed by the pair as a nuisance, Lance remains patient in working through the pair’s differences per the requirement for the FBI and eventually takes an interest in their shared forensic cases. Over time, he is tapped to help with profiling and analyzing their suspects and evidence as the Jeffersonian team works to close and resolve cases with human remains.

[thebigshotman]

M!A (whenever the admin feels like it) where Spamton is an Addison again...however it's a painful transition, like turning into a werewolf. He'll actually look his age, and experience all the side affects that comes with someone who's pushing 50.

(Sorry this is starting two weeks after you sent me this lol! I hope any ensuing chaos is worth the wait! Let’s give this about 3-4 days; it’ll end on Christmas night!)

The second he hears the words “Addison again”, he is glitching and twitching happily with joy-so much so that the rest of the request, the catch as it were, goes completely unheard.

*4N [All we do is advertise!] AGA1N, RE-E-3ALLY?!?!? I’VE WANTED THIS F0R [*absurdly long number*] MONTHS, F1NALLY I CAN [[mwah!]] [Hazelnut] AND—

That’s when the transformation begins.

It starts with cracks forming all over his skin, and it feels unbearably itchy, like something is trying to burst forth from underneath. His hair is falling out in clumps-not again, it’s just reminding him of when everything started falling apart-his teeth are shrinking and growing back into his mouth. It feels incredibly uncomfortable; it should almost hurt more. But it doesn’t.

He tries to let out any sort of yelp of pain and confusion and panic, but can’t: His voice box is a garbled mess in the middle of transitioning back into a normal throat. He feels bumping in his chest, and that’s what brings him to his knees. The ground only does so much to center him, reassure him that what’s coming after this will be worth it. He pounds it aggressively with a fist, glasses spilling out static as he grits his teeth-

And the plastic falls off, revealing silicone skin underneath. Like a cascade, the rest of his body follows suit, and soon the itchiness stops and he’s back in his old, Addison body again. Natural hair-except this time it’s half-black and half-white, like the hair dye has almost run out-expressive eyes, a heart and a non-glitched throat. His clothing miraculously unaffected by the “painful” caveat of the transformation, instead having transitioned back to normal fabric clothes without a word.

Except…something’s different. He can feel something lagging still. Not in his mind, for once…in his body. He tries to get up, and it takes several moments of stuttering frames to do so. For Heaven’s sake…they didn’t just turn him back into an Addison. They turned him into an out of date Addison who hasn’t had their internal software upgraded in 25 years. What he should be.

*You…had to throw in a twist, didn’t you? Clearly I haven’t had enough deals with catches in my life, have I?!

He spits that out more aggressively than intended, less towards the anon and more for the desperate need for something to go right in his life for once with no strings attached. Looks like it hasn’t caught up to his voice yet.

But he can worry about that later. Right now, minus any catches, he has his old body back…and for how long, he has no idea. He’s making the most of this. The first thing he does, like before, is clip off his glasses and rub his normal, Addison eyes in relief. But now, unlike before, he goes running towards his girlfriend’s house.

*Eileen!! Hazelnut!! Where are you?! Come here, I want to give you a big smooch-l-like an actual kiss!! I’m an Addison again!!!