#tophatz

[dualitytransformation]

@tophatz asked: (( I cannot for the life of me see the emoji but that HUG thing and yes, you guessed it, from one insane thief @ Hyde. May he rip. ))

THE INSTINCTUAL URGE to shove Marque away was quickly suppressed despite Hyde’s DISGUST at the physical contact. He’d warned him. He’d fucking WARNED him. He should’ve suspected Marque wouldn’t take him seriously.

This little thing that had been happening between them? This… FRIENDSHIP? Maybe it had run its course.

What a shame. Hyde REALLY didn’t want to get blood on this shirt.

Instead of pushing him away, Hyde simply reached into his back pocket, pulling out a knife. And just as quickly, he RETURNED THE EMBRACE, making his grip as tight as possible to keep Marque in place in his arms. He wanted a hug? Fine.

“Stay RIGHT there.” His voice dropped with malevolence, a small smirk coming across his face. And yet, the dagger in his hand, SHARP BLADE GLEAMING, never plunged into flesh. Instead, with his free hand, Hyde grabbed Marque’s hair, giving it a FIRM TUG so his head was tilted backwards. The other hand pressed the blade up against the side of his neck, cold and calculating, but never quite cutting into the skin.

He could’ve killed him right then and there without a warning or a chance for him to get away. Why he didn’t, he had NO IDEA.

[dnangelic]

@tophatz : (( DAISUKE DOPPELGANGER KAMIYA HARU!?? LMAO. It's even funnier because Haru's very mundane, unlike most scouts. So imagine Dark sees this very regular dude walk up to him like a damn ghost and, without a card or anything is like "... Become an idol. Makes money." and just stands there. ))

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[sioraiocht]

~ @tophatz || ❛  it's actually unfair how fucking sexy you are.  ❜ (( Javi @ Tyler, he means it jealousy-wise but Ty can take it however he wants. listen, he SAYS everything on his fucking mind okay )) ~

Tyler's brow lifted, unable to hide the amusement that crept onto his features. "Well, thank you kindly -" He tipped his hat in Javi's direction, moving closer and leaning an arm against his truck. "Didn't realise you spent so much time looking at me, Javi. And here I thought you had eyes for Kate."

[bledbetrayl]

@tophatz asked: "I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny." (( from Armand, as if "mistakes" isn't the understatement of the century. ))

" mistakes " lestat repeated , the word slower than armand had said it. like he was testing it, dragging it out, trying to pin point which part was the mistakes. " you mean burning her alive, or his banishment. " he can't say their names, not yet. can't bear it; too fresh, too new. could he bury himself for another hundred years , maybe that would be enough time, to erase this guilt.

[guardiandamned]

If the past Ryouga could see himself today, he would've laughed out loud in disbelief - or maybe he'd have been furious. Even now he finds it hard to believe what he's doing- seeking out the person he called his enemy for so long, who he hated to the rotten depths of his heart... and for what? A heart-to-heart?

It's not like he was prepared for it at all - not with the way he is now, uncertain and wavering, raw and desperate for a way out in a way he's never experienced before. But right now, Ryouga is even more thrown than he expected. Because the person standing before Ryouga isn't IV... but III.

Ryouga has never known what to make of him. He'd always been so focused on his older brother that III himself had escaped his attention. He gives off the kind of aura of a harmless kid, easy to dismiss out of hand, and yet... that's nothing more than a carefully crafted deception. Or maybe it's not crafted at all? The idea that his gentle demeanor really is genuine, but that it doesn't make him any less dangerous... it's quite the scary thought, really.

How would III react if he found out what Ryouga really is? It's been a mere day or so since Ryouga found out himself, even if he'd been suspecting it for longer than that. But the Barians, after all, are the enemy of III's family, the one's who'd used them and caused him so much pain - a pain that Ryouga is bitterly familiar with in a way that now feels all too horribly ironic. He doesn't know what to do. What is he supposed to say? Why is Ryouga- no, Nasch, leader and Emperor of the Barians, frozen in place here like nothing more than a child?

"...I wasn't expecting you here." He recovers quickly, his usual scowl settling over his features once again - but on the inside, he feels sick. "I guess IV's hiding away, then? ...What a coward, as always."

@tophatz ( starter for iii! )

[mastermicd]

@tophatz liked for a starter (still accepting).

"no, greg ––" not a single piece of athletic clothing in sight, nathaniel sprinted on the walking pad beneath his desk, suit still in place on his frame. one he got an idea in his head, it was hard for him to ignore it, regardless of how impractical it was, "–– i won't feel better actually doing this in the gym. some imbecile left cheese fries out on the side, and because i'm weak i had some of them. so naturally, i need to run until they're gone." perhaps too harsh on himself, too self critical, but it had always been the way his mind had worked. "so i need to keep going."

[angelparadox]

"i've never played the harmonica before," he says, taking a look at the instrument that Jamie is holding. they don't reach out to grab it, because that would be rude, but he's definitely interested in it as they look it over. "i should introduce some of its sound to my music. i think every song could use a little harmonica, if i'm ta be honest."

@tophatz liked for a starter

[booksofadventures-archived]

@tophatz asked ;; “What am I supposed to find?” (( Daichi @ Judai LET'S GOOO ))

"Wait Daichi...you don't know what we are looking for either?"

And cue the puzzled look on Judai's face as he now stares at his friend. Was he just teasing the other or being serious right in this moment.

"...I'm joking, we are looking for my lunch money so we can go get sandwiches! Did you forget!"

There's Judai thinking on with his stomach, yet again. But he was hungry and for once was deciding he would treat Daichi to a sandwich, this totally had nothing to do with a friend baseball bet between the two at all.

If it had been a duel, he knows he would have kicked the other's butt and won.

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

cracks in an ice thick wall | plotted starter

Working at LD had its advantages and disadvantages, one of the advantages is that the customers were usually almost, always attractive. Thoughts of bedroom acts that were meant to be enjoyed in the moment and forgotten the next always raced through Sloane Blackwoods' mind. Many times she found herself admiring the muscles that the werewolf men had, along with their sharp jawlines and other times, she found herself enjoying the view of the female witches who always had a certain sparkle in their eye when they spoke.

One of the disadvantages some the occasional run-in with a One-Night-Stand. Oftentimes, Sloane would ignore or demand that Tyler take care of them while she hid in the deep freeze. In the past, Sloane had hated the cold, but with recent developments, the chill brought comfort to her the same way a warm heated blanket brought to anyone human. That was the thing, Sloane wasn't just any human girl, she had become something stronger, faster, and colder and it had taken some getting used to. Ever since that froggy bastard Dagon, practically forced her to make that deal ( granted her life was on the line and she had been paralyzed from the fucking waist down, there wasn't much room to protest while bleeding out ), she had become what he was but much prettier.

Despite those things, Sloane had taken a new view on life and took every opportunity to make sure her life was anything but regrettable. That also meant upping her body count and not giving a single fuck about the opinions of others. Slut shaming couldn't phase her and anyone who tried, well crushed in a cup still looked the same as a shattered body on the pavement.

Idly wiping down the counter from various liquor spills and scattered salt, Sloane would glance up every now and then to see new customers coming in by the sound of the bell that always rang a little louder given the new sense. Groaning in annoyance, the bell had rung once again and Sloane did her best to show a perfectly friendly customer service award-winning smile, teeth ( and tiny fangs ) included; however, when she saw who came in her jaw somewhat dropped before she forced it shut again. The woman who she had, and she means this wholeheartedly, the best fucking night of demonic life had walked in and Sloane couldn't help but smirk and shake her head before brushing those dark brown locks out of her face and moving them behind her ear.

Reaching for a wine glass and the finest bottle LD had to offer, she already began to pour and placed the glass on an lion paw-print imprinted coaster.

" No fucking way, you drink here? " Sloane stated to the woman who she already saw naked before, even fully dressed, Sloane had admired the confidence and the beauty the female had. " If I didn't know any better, I'd think you'd be stalking me, " Sloane began to say as she leaned against the counter with a playful smile on her face. " But you and I both know that's not how we do things. " there's an added wink at the end of her statement.

Even though Sloane Celeste Blackwood had strict rules against interacting with One-Night-Stands, she'd make an exception for the beautiful woman that stood before her.

plotted starter / pre-established dynamic between Sloane Blackwood & Onyx McConnell of @tophatz

[dandeliicnsarchiived]

SENTENCE  STARTERS :  THE  INVISIBLE  LIFE  OF  ADDIE  LARUE  BY  V.E.  SCHWAB  // accepting!

@tophatz asked: ❛ you look like shit. ❜

How many times has he been told that today? He honestly lost count; taking glasses and filling them up with various beers from the tap, he placed them on coasters and groaned heavily at the woman before him. "Well hello to you too, my day has been shit, thanks for fuckin' askin'." Tyler somewhat snapped but he knew it was the stressed and the annoyance that began to fester into anger. He was thankful the lights were dim any human eyes that saw him wouldn't notice the steam coming from his head.

"Whatcha' drinkin, Onyx? I got like five orders ahead of you just so you're aware because my--SLOW ASS," Tyler yelled just so the vampire staff behind the double doors could hear him. "Cooks, are takin' their sweet ass time so I'm bouncin' from here and back there." He didn't mean to be snappy, he tried not to around women but it was the wrong time and wrong place.

[electricea]

Closed summer starter for @tophatz!

"So, we're spending the night in this abandoned building, huh...?"

He had to admit, he didn't understand a whole lot about ghosts or the occult but then again, he knew it meant a great deal to Bakura and if it was important to his friend, then it was important to him, too - plus in terms of summer nights, it wasn't the worst way to spend one!

"Heh, we'll be sure to find some ghosts, then! You can count on that!"

[praynot]

❛ thank you for not pressing charges! ❜ ｡° ⸻ @tophatz.

A part of Lee wants to say   don't thank me yet,   only catching herself because she knew there were better things to ask first. She wasn't going to press charges formally, sure, but she was taking note of his appearance, of what the other with him called him -   Shawn?   - and the overall scene they ended up in the middle of. Another person apprehended and in handcuffs, sitting on the park bench beside them, a gaggle of teenagers nearby video taping and muttering amongst themselves;  a building crowd of onlookers, and several pounds of indescriminate stalker-esque photographs splayed around the park walkway. Lee wouldn't press charged for the man tackling the other, intervening in a scene before she could, but she would keep it in mind.

       ❝ Are you a private investigator? ❞   is her first question, eyes not leaving the state-issued cell phone she's tapping a text into.

[deceivesthem]

he feels drained as he walks through the doors, exhaustion clear in the way his shoulders slump. he hasn't slept in days, dark circles underlining his eyes. it's been a tough few days to say the least, what with his uncle fighting to get out of prison. it's why he's here, of course. he wants to talk to Onyx about getting his uncle's appeal heard. he's been fighting his sentence since the very beginning, but now with Jeffrey dead and gone, there's a higher possibility he can get out. he knocks on the door, waiting for her to answer. he rubs at his eyes and yawns. hopefully he won't fall asleep during the meeting; he's not so sure she'd appreciate that, either.

@tophatz liked for a starter (for Onyx)

[sioraiocht]

~ @tophatz || Liked for a starter from Dracula ~

Eyes flicked up from his book, looking at Utterson sitting opposite. Gaze fixed on him for a moment, trying to figure out his thoughts about the peculiar man he'd come to spend time with. It wasn't often that Dracula kept people around - Not unless they were providing some sort of use to him - However, Utterson was proving different. The vampire moreso couldn't drag himself away, finding excuses to be in his presence. "What on earth are you so focused on? You know it's dreadfully rude to leave a guest sitting here, entertaining himself and dying from the thirst of not being offered a drink."

[bledbetrayl]

@tophatz asked: after what happened before, i can't let you out of my sight. (( ... Armand. smh smh ))

the words coming from anyone else would've sent flutters around his entire body , joined them in a rushing of blood around his system. instead it had the opposite effect , things inside him seemed to turn cold , eyes once so full of life were dull , void of any emotion. " it wasn't that big of a deal ," he wanted to play it off , but he was still low on blood , not yet fully fed.

" i don't need you to play babysitter "

[faeryworlds]

@tophatz | Peter & Harry | liked for a starter

After Gwen's death that broke Peter into a million pieces. The guilt had been eating him alive of not being able to save her and broke the promise he made her dad. Somehow he couldn't help but to also blame Harry for all of this. After all, he was losing it and went on a rampage which made his aunt worry about him. He wasn't himself anymore and it was all because he couldn't save the love of his life. Yes, Gwen was that and now he lost it. Not even knowing if he would ever find someone else again, he doesn't even want to. Somehow he did hear that Harry got released from prison but also out on parole. The thought of running into him didn't sit right with Peter. He had his own place, lately he has been staying with May as she thought it would be better so he could keep an eye out for him.

Hearing the doorbell as he walked downstairs and right away saw Harry through the window of the front door, the rage he was feeling right now. Plus he knows that he's Spider-Man and knows what he can do.

Opening the door as he right away slammed him against the wall and hearing his aunt say 'Peter!' Making sure Harry was standing back on his feet. "Sorry May." Turning his gaze back to Harry. "How dare you to show your face here. After what you caused." May had left to go to work which means they can speak freely now and not watch out about the Spider-Man talk. "Why are you here?"