#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.

[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

[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!"

[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?"

[itsalcngstory]

“Enemies can't break your spirit, only friends can.” (( Daniel @ Sara ))

". . .Well then, sounds like you've lived a hell of a life, mister Molloy." It certainly sounds so to her, to have such an input on friends. Perhaps it's the idea that you already expect such from an enemy, rather than a friend? It would make a bit more sense, but still -

"Some shit friends you've had."

@tophatz

[herstoriies]

[ time-skip plotted starter for @tophatz ]

It was an almost perfect day of the duality of reality and delusions of the heart. This time the Baroness had greeted the Prince with an embrace, delicate fingertips reach and linger a bit longer than normal and trace his jaw, before their day and conversation carried on as royalty and aristocracy do in leisure. Of the present and the future… and a future together. How beautifully ideal it could be, a powerful chessmove that could elevate her status to its highest as Princess. A prolonged thought since the Prince of the Southern Isles came courting her this expanse of time. And it was pondering the serious question of matrimony - remarriage - again the baroness crashed back to reality. Enough facade. She had to tell Hans, today. Or was it really to reluctantly stop herself?

"Your highness once promised me that I may forgo the formality of our stations and speak openly without consequence, I should like to take you up on that..."

Looking the prince dead in the eyes, she pulls him closer almost interrupting him, a breath, and searingly kissed. It wasn’t the first time, and who knows if it would be the first of the last. She breaks slowly, there's a certain glow and vulnerability to her. But in her haunted blue gaze of longing, she turns and … - did she just wipe tears from her eyes? - she faces him again, fully resolved and realized, and has the biggest call-out for both of them.

“What do you taste when you kiss me, Hans?” she paused, searching his face, “Passion, yes. That fire, unmistakable… but I also taste a certain sadness, fury, hatred. A hatred to conquer… for autonomy. A hatred we share towards others but nevertheless we stand in its crossfire.”

Her face dared him to disprove her.

[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 "

[tirmorheir]

@tophatz also gets something for Mordred

"you're not buckling it right" Elora commented from the doorway, leaning against the frame. She had been standing there for only a minute or two, watching the youngest of the Knights try and buckle his own armour. She wasn't in her own armour today, this training wasn't to do with her. The rest of the knights had left to the grounds. "Did they leave you to do this yourself.. hm" Silver like hair rest upon her shoulders, gentle waves cascading down her back like stardust. Ocean blue eyes were kind and gentle. There was an almost ethereal look to Elora, unearthly. "Here, let me help" Elora knew that Mordred was a druid, she had heard of the stories that Merlin had told of when he was younger and how they had helped the boy at the time escape Camelot.

The Princess stood opposite, taking hold of his arm, buckling up the armour properly. The pull toward Mordred wasn't as strong as it was with Merlin, yet she still sensed that familiarity of magic. "Don't let Arthur push you too hard, he tends to do that with the new ones" She finished buckling up the strap, handing Mordred his sword. Seeing a druid as a Knight brought a sense of pride. Elora knew of the dangers to those like herself, Mordred and Merlin within Camelot. That happy feeling flowed through her veins, and just like that she started to glow slightly, like an aura was surrounding her. It was a sight that once noticed was beautiful to gaze upon. The glow however subtle enough that unless you knew what you were looking for you would not see it.

She had been trying to work with Merlin to control it, for if she was discovered then Elora knew she would be banished from her current home and Tir Mor would be lost forever. "I will be watching from the sides today, I am sure you will do well Sir Mordred " Of course she did not know the full extent of her own lineage and history. That her father had been a dragon lord and her mother a fallen star, in truth it made Elora just as powerful as Merlin even if she did not know it yet.

[therelentless]

You have (1) new email.

SOUTHERN PRINCE REQUESTING AID

Dear Mr. Dor,

I am Prince Carl of the northern side of the Southern Kingdom of Southland. My family has been taken away from me and my quest to find them I have been drugged and sent to be stranded on an island with no way of going back home. My contacts at Southland have been conspiring with the enemy to bring my doom all along and I am desperate and alone. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT and VERY SERIOUS and YOU MUST HELP ME. I have to my name ONE MILLION AMERICAN DOLLARS. The only person i trust is my son but he is not strong enough to keep the money safe because they know him already and want to kill and banish him too. This is why i havce contafedds you. I NEED YOU. please provide me with your bank information through this website  → www.totallynotsuspiciouslink.com  and I will see to it that my son sends you the sum of ONE MILLION AMERICAN DOLLARS for safekeeping. For your aid and kindness, I will let you keep FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND AMERICAN DOLLARS if you promise to leave the other FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND AMERICAN DOLLARS for me and my son when we oust the terrorist that are terrorizing us and our humble kingdom of Southland. 

Contact me at your earliest convenience becaus e i need this help THIS IS VERY URGENT AND VERY IMPORTANT.

With royal regards, 

Prince Carl of Southland

{ @tophatz ;;

"One million American dollars!? and 500,000 of those just for me!?" His face said it all, this was it, this was his chance to recover some of the fortune that he had lost over the years. -- Nandor immediately looked around to make sure no one was hovering over him and had also read the email, he couldn't let anyone know or they would want some of this money as well.

He could already see himself, buying and spending as much as he wanted. Of course, he was going to help this southern prince, of course, he was going to send him his bank information and accept his gift in return, after all, an opportunity such as this one was unlikely to present itself again in the future.