#verse undetermined.

[mielmoto]

Honey doesn't have to see the muscle to feel it's presence– this girl has it in spades, to the confectioner's obvious delight and impress. Built different, indeed, but perhaps not all that different from present company. The proprietor applauds her guest with dainty fanfare, before mirroring the same gesture– her own hands clasped thoughtfully to one side, skimming the storefront with fresh eyes as she contemplated what goodies to gather first; beaming all the while at Sakuya's sudden sidebar.

❝ Of course! Manjū, daifuku– they're not exactly like the stuff I'd make back home, but they're awful close, and I was always SO inspired by all the different pretty wagashi treats; peach castella are, like, my favorite to make, since they're so cute! ❞ She moves over and points at the special little syrup cake to elaborate her point, before jaunting over to grab a couple of the pastries in question: a classic mizu manju, and an orange-cream filled one as well; a tiny plate, to present them on, appearing in her hand with the tiniest flourish of magic ( because going and grabbing one was too much of a diversion, I suppose ).

❝ Not everything that's tasty is quite so pretty to look at, but I've always tried to bring the best of both worlds where I can. And if you're ever looking to dress up a table with a pretty arrangement, there's always lots of pretty edible flowers to candy, or I do custom sugar sculptures, as well!... I guess it all depends on what kinda venue you're imagining. Are you planning an event, or...? ❞

“Gosh it’s like my eyes don’t know where to stop! A storefront like this can make a girl pretty darn dizzy.” Some folks back home would absolutely go gaga over it all. Chef Blaise would likely have some things to say about the cakes. And goes without the yabbering that Rusk would pound a few pastries. Sakuya’s sweet tooth isn’t quite so domineering by comparison. Sometimes overwhelming. Other times prohibitive. Girl things. “Good thing I’m built different.”

A small confident flex follows her statement, any show of ‘muscle’ masked by the generous sleeve of her foreign garb. Shawl finds its way back into place once she clasps her hands together, smiling ever more brazenly.

“Heck yeah! I’d love to get some samples; don’t doubt it’s all got the boppin’ broad appeals though. You could decorate a table real nice with some of these. And then there’s- Oh!” Sakuya finds herself distracted mid-thought, familiar sights catching her attention as a basket finds its way into her peripheral. “You make manjū too?! Oh my gosh I haven’t seen sweets like this in forever… talk about bringin’ on the nostalgia to top this all off!”

[ncwblue]

@perpetualxfire sent: "Soooooooo, I've got some, news for you, once you're, settled with breakfast." Carolina was quick to plop down at the nearest seat, in sweats and a tank top herself, having dragged enough sand in with her to build a sandcastle judging by the soles of her bare feet.

"Is it that I have to sweep again?"

It was meant to be a joke, though he says it so flatly that Wash felt the need to give her a small smile just to be sure she knew he meant it as such. He picks at his eggs some more, feeling he might have overcooked them (at least to his liking). Chances were high he'd be settled with breakfast sooner rather than later.

All the better, he supposed. It would be a lie to say he wasn't vastly interested in whatever Carolina wanted to tell him. "What have you been doing all morning?"

[scnju]

@rubbarband

"Awww come on, you're the only person I know here- you gotta let me stay with you till I can find my villain. Sides you can better keep an eye on me that way~!" Des would do a fake sexy pose.

Tsunade frowned at the kid; he had popped up at the village gates earlier today, saying he was looking for some villain. He didn't have a place to stay, but she sure as hell not going to stay with her. Especially since she didn't even know this kid.

"You can stay in the jounin dorm, like I originally told you..."

[capaciityforpain]

@darklordsofskaro (✬)

It is too familiar. It's more familiar than anything he's seen before, in all of his centuries. It's something that haunts him, waking life and dreams alike, on those rare occasions that he sleeps. He doesn't like to show fear, but he feels it, feels the beating of his hearts increase as he steps back, as he reaches for his sonic, as though it can protect him. "When will you learn," he asks, "that there will be no extermination?"

[huntershowl-moving]

❝ SHUT UP — 'M FINE. it's just — just lemme sleep it off on my own. ❞

[livedtough]

@firejugglinghobo said: ' how do you know my name? '

↣ VARIOUS QUESTIONS

"It's my job."

He doesn't mean to be flippant, but that's the truth. It is his job. Knowing things, understanding them, that's what he does. Knowing someone's name is the least of them. He could get more specific, if the man wanted him to, but that's a long line of questioning and searching that was far less interesting in practice than it was in idea.

"Does that bother you?"

[seafoamseashell]

Ariel is unsure what to make of the land of Agrabah. There was so much heat and sand, it left the mermaid uncomfortable, even in this palace visiting Jasmine. Unlike herself, her friend takes her royal duties seriously. The redhead waits outside the door while Jasmine is in a meeting, feeling incredibly bored. A few minutes later, her brown eyes sees a bird flying down the hall. It had colorful red and indigo wings. Ariel stood up and tries to follow it.

@rolliesmuses (Iago) - 🫧🌊

[thedesignatedheroes]

@eris-the-phantom-thief from here!

Clara giggled as she held the tool in hand.

"What is it though!? What is itttt!?"

How could she NOT want to know what it was!? It looked cool, Hana was working on it, and when Hana was working on something that meant that it was probably something really cool!

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @cptnpike said, ❝ you really think I would try that? again? ❞

the better question in this moment, una thinks, is does he really need to ask? her lips part to offer a reminder that his record indicates that, yes, he would try precisely such a thing, but he stays that argument by adding that one, last, wry word. ❛ considering that you have to specify 'again'... ❜ as she often does, una lets the end of her sentence remain mere implication: having considered it a reasonable plan once, he had forfeited any right to indignation.

❛ I do not trust that you did, in fact, learn your lesson the last time. or that you would not decide to test whether I might, assuming you would not attempt something so ridiculous again, let my guard down. ❜ the latter possibility comes accompanied by the slightest mock-suspicious narrowing of her eyes.

[bravelywego]

@fodlansbestmom (random starter because why not XD)

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Kamiizumi gently embraced Sothis.

"Hello." He murmured softly, before giving her a kiss.

[astr0logies]

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[sarastuss]

WHILE FEATS &. FOES ARE FACED HEAD ON, : IT DOES NOT MEAN SHE LACKS THE SKILLS TO SNEAK, TO IMPROVISE. black hood thrown over her, concealing ethereal features ; concealing the bright glimmer of golden orbs. ... her face bound to be less known here, but caution is taken. ( the less attention upon her, the better. ) the rumors of cruel acts enough to make her act, as she always does. EVER THE HERO. but she is not the only one whose ears have captured echoing rumors. ... for it is he, who is aware of the warrior of light ; or her deeds at least, her actions anticipated. &. it is why now, even with the sharp tip of the golden sword grazing the skin of his neck, he smirks.

@eueclid + cardan : just do it already , we've waited long enough.

IT IS A TAUNT, : THE WAY HE LOOKS SLIGHTLY DOWN AT HER, mischief lacing each word, his lips. sarastus' brows only furrow slightly more as an initial response, before words are spilled. ❝ where are they? ❞ a demand. ( just kill him, you are no stranger to it after all, hero. ) ... it would be easy, it would ; if lives weren't at stake. that golden heart both strength, but a source of complication. but she would not change it. ... ❝ the people you keep captured, before you slay them. ❞ there is fire into her voice, DIVINE VOICE PROVES HOW SOMETHING ANGELIC CAN ALSO BE BRUTAL.

@eueclid + cardan : don't make assumptions .

THIS IS WHERE HER EYES NARROW, : HEAD COCKS TO THE SIDE EVER SO SLIGHTLY. it is spoken with confident more closer to honesty, than something bold. ethereal hues search his darkened ones, searching for a lie whilst her blade is still held against his throat. one more hint of pressure &. she will draw blood. ... her trust not gained, but she finds no lie either in such claim, spilled so fast. ❝ what are you ─ ❞ WORDS FORCED TO SWALLOW, that familiar, sharp ache felt inside her head. stance wavers only for a moment ; the warrior of light taken elsewhere in the past, reacting to the essence of him. she sees the humans kept in capture, flashing by each one of the times they were set free ; a figure whose face was kept out of sight in the visions she observes. ... BEFORE MORE COULD BE REVEALED, she returns to the present. only seconds passed, when it all felt much longer for her. gaze returns to him, questions so loud even without words. ❝ ... where are they? ❞ she repeats again ; but steady voice is not so fierce this time.

[universestreasures]

@gamereign

Sometimes things don't go how you plan them. That was something the Velgearian knew all too well. His initial plan to meet up with Zuwijo's unit in the center of the cluster had been derailed by the sudden appearance of a wormhole, transporting himself and his spaceship Valvelgear and the 8.8 million countrymen to this new place that was like the Earth he knew but not at the same time. It was a confusing situation to be sure, he must admit.

But hope was not lost! For he had met a new earthling comrade in this strange but familiar place, much like the twins and the UTS employees he had bonded with previously, who showed him kindness. Ever one to be grateful, Yudias intends to return the favor in however way he can! However, first it appears the shorter human was taking him back to his home, a building with the words 'Kame Game' across the top he noticed right away as they entered inside.

And once inside, his teal hues lit up like a star in excitement of everything that surrounded him. A child at heart, as always.

"Ah! Yuugi, your home is full of so many incredible treasures!" He says as he walks around from corner to corner of the store, staring at everything he sees as if it were a new card. "To think all of them are gathered in one place...You must have traveled to many places!"

[bllakcat]

DANGEROUS GAME PLAYED, : BUT THEN AGAIN, with the feline vigilante around, that was the norm. ( honestly, superstition folks! ) but then again ; it took on many forms, following the unpredictable whims of the thief herself. &. SHE KNEW ALL TOO WELL HOW TO TOY WITH YARN GIVEN!

@satellitewar + garrus : you're pretty irresistable.

NOW LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, : FANNING THE FLAMES, if the flames were the very smugness that decorates those jet - black painted lips! she shrug of her shoulders, before they fold over her chest, ; as if this was a routine compliment. it was. ... the nonchalant act fails with intention, when lips remain so slyly curved! ❝ i have been told, ❞ SHE MUSES, a hint too proud. ( you &. your ego cat. ) though she did not lie with this statement, ( rare, right ) charms used to get her way, ; not by the mere looks alone, but the key laid in the little things that were all too powerful. ... ❝ the question is, ❞ A PAUSE, prolonged if only as means to be a hint of a menace. she takes a step closer, one arm extended &. tip of the sharp claw pokes the metallic that covers his chest. jades follow this movement, before chin tilts slightly upwards, EYE - CONTACT MADE. ❝ are you stealing lines from my book, ❞ in order to gain something. head cocks to the side ever so slightly. ❝ ooor just in the mood for flattery? ❞

[seafoamseashell]

❝ ....𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓.❞

Ariel is aware that Poseidon had many children. But she rarely means any that share the same blood as her father and sisters. Ever since she murdered Ursula, the princess is wary of anyone connected to her grandfather. To see if someone else wants to dethrone her father the rightful King of Atlantica. The mermaid remained calm, but looks over her shoulder as she sees a young man behind her.

@lightcreators (for Percy) - 🫧🌊

[huntershowl-moving]

OPEN TO MUTUALS ————

setting: a rooftop; a city. heroes & villains ( marvel/dc, mha, etc.) but can be adapted for "heroes" to be a figurative term. time: 3 A.M.

❝ WOULDN'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP if i were you. ❞

hellhound does not turn to look at the intruder as she calls out to them in warning. instead, she sinks down onto one knee next to her mounted rifle, peering into the scope with a low, slow exhale. sure, it was likely a bad idea to pick such an open spot as a vantage point, but it was the only option – the clearest shot. this is why they elected to make their move in the middle of the night. most people aren't awake at three A.M. — but persephone is. her target is. and clearly, so is someone else: either someone who shares the territory of urban rooftops, or someone who was looking.

yeah, it's trouble — but tough shit. she is not about to let this opportunity be fucked up by a stranger.

the target, dozens of feet below her, laughs as he addresses the throng of hero-groupies pressing in on him from all sides. music from the rooftop party pulses up into the sky, barely muffled by the incessant noise. this city is crawling with the vermin that call themselves heroes, and over the last three years, her infamy as a villain has only grown as she picks them off without explanation. idiots. they stand on the shoulders of self-satisfied virtue and call themselves tall. but they are no different from anyone else — not the common folk they posture for, not the villains they hate. they all lie, cheat and kill just the same. ( and none of them are spared from her claws and teeth when their time comes. turns out, they all bleed the same, too. )

a slow, quiet breath is drawn into her lungs and held there, chest flared, heart rate dropping to maximize steadiness. the crowd is so close — one wrong move and an innocent girl dies. a pang of anxiety sparks; flashes; is snuffed out.