#verse: 001.

[charm0nt]

there's something about her that wedges itself deep beneath his skin, perhaps even within his bones. she remains on his mind, if only because she irks him so. and yet, the fact that she remains on his mind at all irks him even more. galinda is surely no stranger to occupying someone's mind like it's a lavish high - rise in the emerald city, because she does it eerily well.

snort slips through his nose. arms are crossed firmly over his chest, and char allows his challenging gaze to sweep over the perky blonde. brows quirk, and he feigns something akin to being unimpressed. "how philosophical, miss galinda," he replies, sarcasm dripping from his words. the young prince isn't typically someone who goes out of his way to adopt an attitude, but galinda seems to be drawing exceptions out of him left and right. "you should embroider that on one of your pastel pink pillows."

lips curl to form a satisfied smile, though charmont can't deny the way a strange warmth washes over him when he gives her statement some more thought. lovers? please. as if, and yet . . . does he hate the idea as much as he wants to?

"i must be certain," he begins, holding up a finger, "are you wooing me, miss galinda? have you developed a soft spot in your prim and proper heart for me? or perhaps you are delirious courtesy of a fever. you should lie down."

@arden1ly said: "enemies make the best lovers, you know."

[whatonearthbro]

bitches be like nO i DoNt hAvE a TyPe

meanwhile all they men looking like

[deadn30n]

🌿、· ⋆ 。 starter call ╏ @venstm

Shen   Qingqiu   sits   precariously   on   his   knees   behind   his   desk.   in   front   of   him��  sits   a   freshly   brewed    &&    still   steaming   cup   of   green   tea,   but   he   can't   bring   himself   to   enjoy   it.   today,   he   finds,   is   one   particularly   hot   day   that   has   him   fanning   himself   just   to   ward   off   the   sweat   beading   on   his   forehead.   he   attempts   to   maintain   his   dignified   appearance   the   best   that   he   can,   but   he   knows   that   sooner   or   later…   it's   going   to   crumble.   he   just   hopes   that   no   one   will   see   that,   and   not   especially   his   most   treasured   disciple.   because   he   knows   damn   well   the   minute   he   shows   any   signs   of   discomfort,   Bing   He   will   be   on   top   of   him   like   a   fly   on   shit,   and   for   once   Shen   Qingqiu   really   wants   breathing   room    (    probably   because   it's   so   damn   hot   and   binghe   is   much   too   large   for   his   own   good    ).    i'll   die!   he   thinks   to   himself.   i'll   suffocate   and   overheat   and   die   if   he   touches   me!   he's   too   big!   he   gives   off   too   much   heat!   his   internal   laments   continue   well   into   the   peaceful   afternoon    –    knowing   damn   well   that   Binghe   is   going   to   show   up   at   any   given   moment   because   he   can't   be   away   from   his   precious   Shizun's   side   for   more   than   five   minutes   before   metaphorically   flattening   like   an   anthill   being   stepped   on,   and   crying.

[starrypcrtal]

@sillymuses has liked/replied here for a starter (for Bill).

"What are you doing here?" Astra scoffed slightly, a clear hint of wariness forming across her face. She still held onto her grappling hook as she took a few steps back. Bill looks...familiar to her and yet she felt genuine caution about Bill.

[willowswriting]

for @sxmthingwicked continued from here

"I've been around enough men to know that they're one in the same." Lucian spoke with a shrug. He believed in monsters. Not the type that hid in your closet or under your bed but the type that sat across from you at a dinner table or hid around in the shadows outside of a low end nightclub. They came in all sizes and had all different types of backgrounds.

The women had a point. She didn't know him and how was she to know that she was better off on the back of his bike than she would be braving the storm of men that surrounded them? She was smart to question his generosity. "no offense taken." he assured her. "I mean ask around I'm sure anyone you come across will tell you that I'm worse than the boogie man." he informed her because it was the truth. People in this town feared the Reapers, they had built a legacy on that fear. "The thing is though my brothers and I live by a code." He spoke "And that code says that as long as I'm wearing these leathers you're get home safely. Those men." Lucian spoke motioning to a group of guys who were eyeing her up and down "live by no such code." He didn't just simply mean wearing a jacket or a vest caused him to be bound by this code. He meant as long as he lived he'd abide by it and if it was found out that he didn't... well he wouldn't be around long to do it again.

"It's up to you though, really it doesn't concern me." He shrugged. He knew that it did concern him however because even if this women didn't allow him to take her home she was his problem now.

[rengineer]

> Dell Conagher. > Status: UNKNOWN. > Last Seen: Hosted a Smissmas Party in Carrier. Have not been responding to any incoming calls and stopped showing up to work.

[charm0nt]

inquisitive gaze betrays him. perhaps it comes across as blatant staring, which he's long since been taught is the very epitome of impolite. however, he simply can't help it. she looks familiar in ways he's not used to . . . neither in the ' passing acquaintance that he must pretend to care for ' way, nor the ' swooning admirer who's determined to chase him out of the kingdom ' way. no, this is a different type of . . . well, different.

"pardon?" the prince blinks; once, twice, three times. he's dumbfounded, if only for a moment. she catches his gaze and doesn't gawk, and he finds himself pulled towards that strange sensation. he clears his throat, sheepishly straightens his spine, hands folded neatly behind his back.

shiz is buzzing, all eyes on prince fiyero in all of his extravagance and flamboyance. better him than char, he supposes. caught in the middle of a sea of eager onlookers, he steps forward, head falling at a curious incline. "i apologize if this sounds rather forward," the dark - haired royal begins, "but i must confess that i have the vague feeling that i recognize you from somewhere. have we met?"

@encntada said: "you look like you've got something to say."

[stillsolo]

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[claggrot]

@ly-kos sent: i can handle that myself, you know.

unprompted asks (always accepting)

"Huh, really? Because from the looks of it, ya were having a hard time handling it." Claggor huffed out, crossing his arms. "This is Zaun, this certainly isn't Piltover where you're used to dealing with guys that you can handle."

He regretted his choice of words the moment it slipped out as he noticed the other's outfit. ".....you're not exactly from Piltover, are you?" He's just now realizing this too as well.

[charm0nt]

how can anyone possibly require so much stuff? he's properly bewildered by the excessive amount of luggage that his betrothed sits oh - so - perfectly atop, so much so that he heeds no mind to the influx of wide - eyed gazes that linger on the pair. a prince and a princess are, after all, bound to draw attention to themselves . . . even without glinda's tendency to do that all on her own, title be damned.

"tell me," while the perky blonde approaches with excitable, rapid clicks of heels he's come to know too well, charmont examines a peculiar item of hers in his hand: silver, slim, cold to the touch. some sort of torture device, no doubt. perhaps she intends to use it on him. "when does so much stuff become too much stuff?"

they're not quarreling. oz, no. they're both well - trained enough to keep that behind closed doors. no, they're simply bantering. or, well, he is, while his lovely fiancee fusses over his appearance. brows are creased, gaze locked upon the eyelash wand that he twirls aimlessly between his fingers.

"and this," he thrusts the wand forward, all but forgetting to be a gentleman, "must be some sort of weapon, is it not? rules don't particularly call to me," words are briefly cut off when he staggers forward, her hands giving him a firm tug by the collar of his shirt that leaves him momentarily losing his balance. his own free hand curls around her arm; firm to regain his footing, but featherlight nonetheless, as if glinda is delicate china he mustn't break. "but weaponry on campus seems to be a relatively self - explanatory one, no?"

@charm0nt (CHARMONT)

Her arrival to the university was flanked by towers of pink and blue iridescent suit cases, dress-suit cases, trunk cases, hat boxes, and train cases. She's sat properly amid the vast sea of her luggage, crossed legs at her ankles, back straight- save for her hands that fiddled nervously with a large ring on her left ring finger.

Aside from the fidgeting she was a picture of perfection. at the first instance to be up and moving, she was, but not before turning back towards her companion, " Dearest!" she waved excitedly with her hand for them to get up and get going, before she came back in a tip toed false run to simply get her way.

" Darling! Sweetheart! Charming love! Of my life!" instead of reaching for a hand she had gone for his hair, pushing curls into meticulous perfect place. This was only followed by adjusting his collar and smoothing a wild hair along his eyebrow. Then, and only then, did she tug on him as if she had enjoyed his company up until now and was utterly in love, like a fairytale.

She was brought up to keep up appearances after all. "it's time. we've got to go! Don't worry , I've got everything organize-icallized just right! "

[feedame]

@mikroteros liked for a starter

' it seems you are not human and the fairies enjoy having you around. ' raven knew this being was safe, as she stumbled upon them in the land - rather than having her senses alerted.

[pumpkinhcad]

@merwyn-muses || Starter.

February 14th. Every year, that day had the same strange feeling to it, and Pump could never put a finger as to why.

The town had been painted red for such a day. Every shop with a window or a showcase was bloodily-stained in the form of paper and glittery heart shapes stuck to the glass, and the culprit was always some flying, fat baby with a bow and arrow in his hands. Entrances and storefronts alike would be given a spark of shiny crimson with the help of (Christmas? He believed those were Christmas) lights. And the local flower shop, especially, would change from colorful and green to red and pink all around, turning its part of the street into a crime scene straight out a spooky movie.

But, get this, it was NOT Spooky Month! People were not going out in spooky costumes, neither were going to see spooky movies at the local theater. During that season they always had icky, sappy titles like "Together At Last" or "Just the Two of Us" instead, which always caused him to stick his tongue out and rolls his eyes with slight contempt.

As he was by himself that day, such a walk around town had left him with the same exact questions he had every year... (And he knew who could clear up his doubts!)

Which was exactly why his little journey had taken him to the doors of the Candy Club that afternoon. The building looked almost the same as always, pink and blue, and very welcoming... that is, except for the very unwelcomed presence of red hearts and those dumb, fat, flying babies all over the windows.

In his mind, if the candy shop had not been spared either, then nothing was sacred that day. As if things could not get any more dire already!

The silence was broken when the automatic doors let him into the store, his dressing shoes click-clacking aaaaaaall the way to the glass counter in the back. The place seemed to be missing a lot of candy and chocolates as well, but that concern was not at the top of his list (yet).

Just as he was hoping... ❝ Hiiiiiiiii, Kevin! ❞ ...he was at work that day!

[alkalinc]

a closed starter for my beautiful fiancée, @blushdrunks, for dean & isabel.

it had been a long day at the shop and dean was exhausted by the time he got home. three very long sessions under his belt and he wanted nothing more than to get back to his apartment and settle in. lizzie was picked up from school by dianna earlier and he knew he would see her the next day, but dean wanted nothing more than to get home to see isabel. when he walked in the front door and saw her seated on the couch, he smiled gently at her and shut the door behind him. "hey, beautiful." steps were taken to sit beside her and he didn't hesitate to lift her into his lap. the two of them had gotten back to a better place again and he was glad, enough so that his hands trailed up her sides to cup her cheeks before he brushed a kiss to her lips.

[deadn30n]

the   hand   curled   around   cheng   luan's   hilt   is   so   tight   his   knuckles   have   turned   white.   with   a   scowl   etched   into   his   features,   it's   clear   that   whatever's   on   Liu   Qingge's   mind   right   now,   it   isn't   in   Shen   Qingqiu's   favour.    “   Shen   Qingqiu.   ”    he   uses   his   full   name.   his   voice   is   cold,   emotionless,   devoid   of   empathy.   he   stands   tall    –    an   impressive   statue,   as   if   carved   from   ancient   stone.    “   after   everything…   are   you   still   planning   on   returning   to   him?   after   what   he   did   to   your   corpse--   ”    Liu   Qingge   stiffened,   the   line   of   his   jaw   tightening   as   he   grit   his   teeth   with   supressed   rage.   he   doesn't   want   to   fight   Shen   Qingqiu   if   he   can   help   it,   but   he   can't   just   turn   a   blind   eye   as   the   fool   goes   walking   right   back   into   the   arms   of   someone   as   vile   as   Luo   Binghe.   he   fails   to   understand   the   appeal    –    aside   from   being   his   most   cherished   disciple,   why   does   he   want   to   be   by   his   side?   why   hasn't   he   renounced   him   yet?   more   than   that,   Liu   Qingge   can   feel   his   heart   shattering    –    he's   been   chasing   after   Shen   Qingqiu   for   all   these   years,   silent,   an   unfailing,   ever   present   ghost   at   his   side.   he's   protected   him   from   the   worst,   has   faced   Luo   Binghe   in   countless   battles   just   to   retrieve   his   corpse    –    so   why?   why   can't   he   see?   all   of   his   inner   turmoil   remains   just   that:   not   an   ounce   of   it   drains   into   his   stony   features.   as   much   as   he   wants   to   reach   out   and   embrace   Shen   Qingqiu,   the   only   thing   he   can   do   is   unsheath   Cheng   Luan   by   two   inches,   indicating   his   intentions.   i   can't   let   you   leave   me   again.   don't   make   me   do   this,   Shen   Qingqiu.   don't   make   me   hurt   you   just   to   get   you   to   stay.

@altarfates ╏ shen qingqiu

[criticalfai1ure]

hugo continues rattling the bars of his cage, so i guess who wants to plot with him?

[willowswriting]

for @superscd continued from here

Of course he had people here. She knew that he had people here because she had once been one of those people or had it been so simple for him to forget that? "You know damn well people come to The Plough specifically for the show." She spoke looking at him. It was the hub of all the towns local gossip and she was honestly surprised that this would be his first stop while in town. He had to have known that someone would go running their mouth. There had been a moment there, a small glimmer that perhaps he had showed up here with a hope that word would get back to her. Despite the fact that the locals would love a good show Harper had never been someone who enjoyed being the center of attention, not unless she was showing off horses and that was only because they were the ones people were truly looking at. She crossed her arms over her chest looking at the male "Fine we don't have to do this here." she spoke "but we're doing this." She spoke, letting him know that she wasn't planning on just walking away and leaving him in peace.