#you don't have to match the length

[packlesshybrid]

Theo shook his head in amusement to Liam's comment and then glanced at his phone again when he responded. "Well, if this is what I get from you, then why wouldn't I do it? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm very attracted to a sexy stud being manly and confident, but sometimes I want to see that same stud blush." He told him before looking at him again, which brought a smirk to his face as he instantly notice him blushing. He didn't mind Liam knowing that he thought that he was a stud. At least in the looks department. How Liam acted though, not so much. That part the hybrid rather keep to himself to not cause issues between them.

Theo shrugged before answering his question. "That's up to you. Although if you're asking if you should ask a certain question, then there's at least a part of you that's curious about it." He pointed out. When he finally got his own question answered, Theo began playing the song he had readied for this. He didn't have the volume of his phone on that high since it wasn't really necessary. "Kind of. Basically you use what you do got to make up for a lack of dance skills. Eye contact works quite well if you know how to use your eyes for seduction purposes, and how you move does has to be done in a particular way. For instance, how I move is usually used to highlight the best features of my body." To show what he meant, the hybrid turned his back towards Liam and bent down while arching his back. He then completed a full body roll as he came back up.

"Same for what I wear by the way, though with clothes eventually coming off..." He paused as he turned back around to face him. Theo then tease taking off his shirt, lifting the front of it up to just below his nipples before letting go of it so that the shirt was fully covering his torso again. "You obviously can't rely on that the entire time you're performing."

"Of course you do…otherwise you wouldn’t be teasing me this much.” He rolled his eyes at that despite that he was showing again that adorable side Theo love with his blush. He was only like this with guys like Theo…then again he has only met one guy like Theo. Scott wasn’t like this…unless when they were having sex. Milo wasn’t like this either despite that Milo was quite an assertive and dominant too, but not a flirt. It was just a little frustrating.

When Theo mentioned the other aspect of the job, he grew a little nervous. He hoped he didn’t have to do any of those when he tried it out. He wanted to prove Scott he was fine with the job. “Should I ask what other services?” He asked, unsure of he wanted to know in the first place. He then went back to reality when Theo asked again. “Hm…I don’t know, eye contact? Moving in a sexy way?”

[perfectionreached]

wildkissed asked: a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them (van)

she can be totally normal about this. they'd had this conversation often - van teasing her about some girl that she's just decided that taissa likes. she'll deny it everytime ( they were just JOKES, they weren't REAL. taissa turner didn't get crushes ) and then they just move on with their day. it was harmless and taissa learned to live with the way that even the possibility made her heart flutter. but today was different.

for some reason, today was the day that van made a simple joke about taissa liking them. except she could read her friend. she knew when they were joking - and this didn't seem completely like a joke. she clears her throat, sitting up a little straighter. the two of them had been sitting side by side watching old movies together for hours. it always felt safe. comfortable, even. but now she's all too aware of her own movements, her cheeks feeling flushed. there's a laugh bubbling in her throat that she can't help but release, "oh, come on."

taissa knows she should just deny it and move on, but she's immediately feeling defensive. she knows that if she just laughed and said no, they'd sit in silence and go back to watching the movie. but it feels like a challenge. it feels like a bet or a game she could win. if she could prove that van was wrong, maybe she'd feel less anxious. maybe winning something in the moment would be the peace of mind she needed.

she moves herself closer to van, her heart beating out of her chest. everyone had the idea of kissing their friends to convince them they didn't have a crush on them right? her voice is quiet as she speaks, trying to keep up a confident persona but mostly failing if not for the fear in her eyes. "if i really liked you like that, would i be brave enough to do this ?" next thing she knows, their face is in her hands and she's placing a soft kiss on her lips. almost immediately she realizes that she's not winning the made up competition in her head.

[rewritingtales]

location   :   coming   out   of   a   random   portal

magic   is   not   to   be   messed   with.   to   hear   that   a   man   with   simple   magical   beans   is   the   one   responsible   for   all   of   these   portals?   it's   almost   sickening.   firstly,   that   he   didn't   think   about   it   himself.   secondly,   that   now   when   he   asks   the   mirror   who   the   fairest   of   them   all   is   he's   going   to   get   so   many   other   worlds   mixed   in   with   his   own.   it's   enough   to   make   him   want   to   be   another   curse   on   someone,   but   this   time   he   doesn't   have   a   reason.   the   precious   king   of   his   former   kingdom   wouldn't   have   it   now   that   he's   all   grown   up.   everything   seems   to   be   making   him   sick.

then,   almost   like   a   lightbulb   turning   on   inside   of   his   head,   he   remembers   that   he's   not   alone.   grimhilde   takes   in   a   deep   breath   and   let's   out   a   soft   sigh.   he   takes   out   his   compact   mirror   and   opens   it.   after   a   brief   look   of   his   reflection,   he   notices   his   father's   spirit   coming   out   to   talk   to   him.   “i   didn't   summon   you   and   i   don't   want   to   hear   what   you   have   to   say.”   he   quickly   snaps   it   closed   and   puts   it   back   inside   of   his   jacket   pocket.

he   continues   to   fix   his   suit   so   that   it   looks   well   placed.   he's   not   wearing   a   tie,   there's   no   need   since   he's   no   longer   at   the   ball,   and   the   top   three   buttons   are   off.   he   leans   down   and   grabs   the   basket   that   he   brought   with   him.   it's   filled   to   the   brim   with   apple   pies   and   fritters.   he's   trying   to   be   friendly.   at   least   in   his   mind.   really,   he   just   wants   to   get   people   to   think   he's   hot   again.   what's   hotter   than   a   man   that   bakes?

after   surveying   the   area   around   him,   grimhilde   spots   his   next   target.   he   walks   over   to   them   with   a   soft   smile   on   his   face,   although   all   he   can   see   is   their   back.   “hello   there,”   voice   is   soft.   you   attract   more   bees   with   honey   than   with   vinegar.   “i   seem   to   be   all   turned   around   due   to   the   magical   traveling,   but   wanted   to   give   you   this.”   he   taps   them   on   the   shoulder   with   his   right   hand   and   extends   his   left   with   the   basket.

[the-haunted-office]

(A starter for @alabonshay!)

"As Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left."

Stanley has forgotten how many times he's heard those words spoken in that order by that voice. Enough times that he doesn't need to be told to take the door on the left anymore, but the voice still feels the need to tell him. That's just how the Narrator is, though. Omnipresent, though perhaps not omniscient. Controlling, but not in control.

Stanley goes ahead and enters the door on the left, though. He has no reason to deviate this time around. Nothing in his gut telling him to go right instead, or to jump off any platforms, or to head down any dark and ominous corridors. Besides, it's not that he wants to listen to the Narrator this time around or that he has any particular gut feelings. He simply wants to see outside, even knowing it isn't real.

It may be the last time he sees the outside ever again, and in his yearning for freedom, he can't help but take whatever he can get.

"-2845- Stanley, have you even been listening to me? I swear, it's like talking to a wall with you sometimes. I don't know why I even bother."

Stanley presses his lips together and enters in the code behind the boss' desk, although he manages to resist rolling his eyes. He hadn't realized he'd been tuning out the Narrator. Everything is on autopilot this time around, it seems, and most of the time through the Story he doesn't even need to listen to the Narrator to know where he needs to go. It's the same thing every time, so what's the point?

The fireplace swings open, the Narrator drones on, and Stanley continues his march, onward toward the Ending he's reached dozens if not hundreds of times before.

Getting there is the boring part, and as the clank and clang of his shoes echo on the concrete floors and metal catwalks, Stanley begins to tune out the voice in the ceiling again.

The voice in the ceiling notices.

Meanwhile neither of them notices when something goes fantastically... different.

"-Stanley decided that this machinery would never again exert its- Stanley, you're just not listening to me, are you? Here you are, seconds away from your freedom, and you're acting like you're a walking corpse. I might as well be talking to one. I don't know why I bother with you sometimes, if I'm honest."

Stanley gives a small shrug in acknowledgment as he enters the door into the room with the Mind Control machine. He can see the blue glow from the enormous monitor just beyond the door. Here, he'll have to make his choice whether to turn the machine On or Off.

"Well, if you're so content with being dead already why don't you- .....What the HELL is THAT?"

Stanley comes to an abrupt halt, because he sees it too. Something is standing there in front of the controls. Something a lot bigger and bulkier than he is, and better dressed to boot.

Lacking any other reasonable way to respond to this situation, the office worker just stands there. And waves a hello.

[packlesshybrid]

Theo rolled his eyes playfully at Alistair's teasing comment about his boner. Before he could respond, the guy surprised him with his next sudden actions. The hybrid immediately kissed back before moaning against his lips at the hip movement he felt him do. Their tongues interacted, with his own doing so in a bit of an aggressive manner as he wanted to get the most that he could out of it before Alistair ended it and left him. He smirked at what was said right afterwards before finally speaking again. "Don't worry. There's no way it's gonna go down anytime soon." Theo told him as he was watching him leave, and more specifically, staring at Alistair's ass the entire time it was visible. Even so, to keep himself busy as he waited, he grabbed his cock to give it some slow and drawn out strokes.

He immediately stopped when he saw him coming back. He gave him a smile as he watched him put the water bottles down. "Some lube? Yes. Some condoms. No. They won't be necessary. I'm clean too." He told him. Sure, he was always going to be clean because he couldn't catch anything anyway being a supernatural, but there was a chance that Alistair didn't know about the existence of the supernatural even with Scott being his ex. So better safe than sorry.

Alistair tried not to, but he couldn’t help but laugh after the peck. He did love the way he grabbed his ass. Actually anything right now felt too good, almost enough to leave the lube behind and just go by what they have. “I’ll try not to, though it is rather sad if your boner dies that quickly.” Alistair then made a wild decision, at leats in his opinion and leaned in and kissed him deeply. His tongue moved quick in finding his and while doing so he grinded his hips on Theo. He did not know for how long he did this, but he hoped it was long enough for the purpose at hand. He then hesitantly peeled off from him. “Hope that’s enough to keep your dick up.” He winked and then started to jog towards the house. He got inside and looked foe what he needed. He did grab a bottle of water for each of them in case they needed it. He had them all on his arms as he walked back to the other man. He put the water bottles down close to them, but held the lube and condoms with him. “Hm, I’m clean, but you want some?” He asked.

[aletheialed]

The Chief Prosecutor from overseas, Miles Edgeworth... at first, Rayfa had come here to see him for a completely different reason to the one that's taking up all of her attention now.

Honestly, she doesn't remember the man particularly well. It's no surprise - she was in such an awful state during the time that she'd spent with him that she barely gave him a second thought with everything that had been on her mind. But he'd been kind to her - she remembers that, and she'd wanted to thank him for it. There may have been other reasons for her seeking him out, too, but right now... Rayfa has forgotten about all of them for one very specific reason: the mystery that she's determined to solve.

That is to say - the question of whatever it is she's been experiencing whenever Miles Edgeworth is nearby.

If you were to put her on the spot, she'd say it feels like spiritual power. But that makes no sense. For one thing, Rayfa has never heard of a man having spiritual power! ...Though until recently, she hadn't thought that anyone from outside of Khura'in could channel spirits... and so much of what she'd believed about the spiritual world had been wrong that it would hardly surprise her to learn if she was mistaken about more. Still - it's strange enough to have made her second guess herself. Then, there's her next source of doubt - the fact that Rayfa can't even channel spirits yet herself yet. So can she really trust herself to accurately discern what she's feeling to begin with...?

To be honest, she hates it - being so unsure of herself. It brings up bad memories in her... uncomfortable feelings that she'd hoped she had finally got rid of. But that's exactly why she's so determined to figure this mystery out right now - so much so that it takes her three times until she realized her name has been called by the man she's been staring at for the past half a minute.

"Oh! Ummm...." Suddenly, Rayfa feels awfully embarrassed. Not that she has anything to be embarrassed by, of course! Her curiosity is completely reasonable, and as the future Queen of Khura'in, she is obviously one hundred percent justified of wanting to get to the bottom of this matter!

"Mr. Chief Prosecutor! Did you- say something to me just now?"

@demon-prosecuted ( starter for edgeworth! )

[thenexusofsouls]

“Are you friend or foe?” (For Zhaan)

Zhaan looked up at the young woman from where she sat inside her holding cell, not unlike the one used by Loki years prior. "Given our respective positions on either side of these walls in which I find myself imprisoned, I would say... at present... neither. But there is time yet for misunderstandings to be cleared and injustices to be set right." Her tone was not antagonistic, but it was guarded. She did not appreciate being incarcerated yet again after finally escaping Peacekeeper oppression after a number of years, yet she could hardly blame this woman for that. Still, trust was something that would have to be built.

The wormhole that had facilitated the invasion of New York City was not to be the only such anomaly to occur, it seemed. Another had just been detected, though this time, the results had been far less... dramatic. Something had come through, however. Perhaps several somethings. Both SHIELD and the Department of Defense were still attempting to determine exactly what.

One being had been captured thus far. A Delvian, apparently, by her own admission. No one had any idea what a Delvian was, or what such a being was capable of. For now, she was being contained at the Avengers compound, both because of the unknown level of threat she posed and for biological containment purposes. She could be carrying pathogenic microbes, after all.

Zhaan had been both interested and concerned to discover that she was on the planet Earth. It was John Crichton's home planet. How agonizingly ironic that she should be sent here and not him. Still, it was a planet entirely unfamiliar to her, and for that reason, she had to remain cautious. Although most of the humans who encountered her seemed unwilling to treat her as anything more than a caged pet, an oddity on display, or a test subject to be poked and prodded, there had been a few who had bothered to actually speak with her. Through them, she had learned where she was, at least, but was no closer to being able to gain her freedom.

And now... this young woman had chosen to speak to her. She did not look like the usual soldier or government official that had spoke to her - no, interrogated her - up until this point. That gave Zhaan some hope that perhaps this might be a different sort of interaction. Slowly, she rose from the bench she had been sitting on and walked closer to the glass. If the relative age of Crichton was to be any basis for comparison, this woman looked very young indeed. Then again, all humans were young ones compared to Zhaan. Eighty years... That was about how long Crichton had said the average human lived. Zhaan had already lived ten times that long.

Standing closer to the woman, inasmuch as the glass was still dividing the space between them, Zhaan's polite smile faded into a look of concern. Despite her situation, she was still an empath and a tenth level Pa'u, and for those reasons, she found it impossible to ignore the pain of others... even that of her own captors. "My goodness... There is such a heavy sadness that follows you," Zhaan said, her voice gentle and almost pained, as if she was feeling it too. It felt like... grief to her, but with humans she could never really be sure at first impression. She simply wasn't as familiar with their minds and emotions yet. "Are you alright?"

[jdxculpepper]

who: @matidelacruz where: main street market

It had been a few days since Noah had mentioned seeing Matti, but regardless of how much time had passed, JD could not erase the other man from his thoughts. He should have been able to, rather easily, he thought, but instead, he found his thoughts constantly drifting back towards his ex. JD wondered what he was doing at that moment. So, when he glanced up and saw said man standing a mere few feet away, he couldn't help but think that his brain was playing tricks on him.

It had done that a lot in the days following their break up (a kind word for the reality of what had happened.) In those days, JD would see Matias standing just at the edge of his vision; he'd feel his heart begin to race and his breathing hitch, and find himself glancing down at his phone to see if a message had popped up only to remind himself that he'd blocked the other man's number the same night he'd realized that he'd fallen head over heels in love and had done the only thing he could to solve this inconvenient problem -- hidden himself away in his cabin for two weeks until he was sure that the message had come across loud and clear.

But no, the man standing across the way from him was definitely real JD realized almost at the same time that he realized he'd been staring for far too long. "Those aren't the kind of tomatoes you usually get," he heard himself say. It would have been a ridiculous thing to say under the best of circumstances, but considering he hadn't said a single word to this man in two years, least of all the apology and explanation he desperately deserved, the words were even more ridiculous. "I mean... get whatever tomatoes you want to."

[packlesshybrid]

Well at least Yerai knew that he wasn't in the mood right. The hybrid didn't want him to get the wrong impression with this discussion. Just because he had a really high sex drive and was horny more often than not didn't mean he was always hungry for sex like some people might think. Even so, he couldn't help but be disappointed with the answers Yerai was giving him to his questions. It didn't feel like satisfying enough answers to him. It looked like he was going to accept them though. What more could he ask to get answers he was more satisfied with?

"Alright. Fair enough I suppose. In that case, I'll let you know if I do end up desiring sex today, and since you suggested it, whoever you do find for me better really know how to please a guy. I definitely wont want just any guy willing give it to me."

And the expected followed up questions. He didn’t believe him it was just curiosity however. "Of course we are not speaking of the present.” He let silence build up a little bit before actually answering. “Because those are not my orders nor I want to.” He knew if he said just the former, Theo would ask more.

[tlkshowhost]

location: dolly's diner time: late afternoon status: open!

something about diners. greasy leather seats. overheard secrets tangled up with the clatter of forks. bitter, often stale coffee -- unless you got lucky enough to walk in when the place was mostly empty. unlikely. the kind of place where time hangs heavy, like it got tired and sat down to rest in the corner booth. red creek felt the same, like it had long surrendered to time’s weight instead of running alongside it. no reinvention, no salvation -- just a stubborn place clinging to people like mud after rain, or maybe quicksand, tugging until they sank without a fight. soren didn't have to imagine dark things haunting its bones when its effect where already laying there, sprawled out for anyone willing to see. maybe ancient spirits seeking revenge after having their forever homes suffocated with asphalt and cement. maybe nothing at all, just the weight of a town folding in on itself, vanishing into a fog you didn’t know you’d entered until it was too late. soren wouldn't flinch if someone shattered the silence with a lynchian scream -- sinister close-ups, faces trembling under the pressure of things better left unsaid -- right there in the diner, right as he staed at his gone stale coffee. and perhaps it was his obsession with intricate stories that blurred the line with reality, but twin peaks really didn't feel like fiction anymore; it was a blueprint, a warning for places like this, where the mundane teetered on the edge of surreal, where time sagged, like peeling wallpaper in a room sealed off for too long, and good people stumbled into band endings. even diners -- those greasy churches of familiarity -- could warp into confessional booths. soren let his face fall into his hands, elbows propped at the sides of the cup of coffee. if it had been steaming, it would've made a perfect shot. “ you know what's bullshit, ” he spoke as soon as he felt a presence next to him finally glad to push his inner monologue onto someone else, anyone unlucky enough to hear. he continued as his hands dropped to his lap, revealing a face worn thin by restless nights. “ the fact that they made it illegal to smoke in public places. especially diners. ” though it wasn't just diners. it was also cinemas, trains, pubs.... a beat. then two fingers lifted to his lips, mimicking the pitch of a cigarette between index and thumb. soren inhaled theatrically, face tilting upward as though savoring the hit. then, just as theatrically, he ground the phantom amber into an imaginary glass ashtray, the kind with ornate edges. clock. sound design coming from his tongue against his palate and he swat the phantom ashtray away, still dipped in his interactive daydream.

[vntageheart]

closed starter for @renegadetulisrp / ft. asher

Despite having performed on the big stage for the last couple of years, Asher still found himself battling nerves before every performance. His bandmates were well aware of his pre-show ritual—anytime he vanished for a little while, they knew he was off somewhere clearing his head. As he stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, Asher took a deep breath, looking himself over. This was a critical part of his routine—hyping himself up and offering words of reassurance. He needed to remind himself that he could do this, that he had the talent and the passion to give his best performance. The mirror reflected not just his image but the determination in his eyes, the silent promises he made to himself.

The fear of failure loomed large in his mind, especially when it came to his music. Music was his passion, the very thing that set his soul on fire. The thought of losing that, of not living up to his own expectations, terrified him. It wasn't just about the fear of disappointing others; it was the fear of disappointing himself, of not being able to share the music that was so deeply a part of who he was. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to dispel the lingering doubts. Asher knew that every artist faced their demons before stepping onto the stage. It was the vulnerability that came with putting a piece of oneself out there for the world to see. And yet, despite the fear and the nerves, he knew that the stage was where he belonged.

With one final look in the mirror, Asher straightened his posture, feeling the familiar surge of adrenaline begin to take hold. Stepping outside the bathroom doors and back into the main area of his trailer, he was taken aback by the sight of a beautiful woman he had never seen before. Confusion quickly took over his expression. She stood there, radiating an unexpected presence that caught him completely off guard. "Uh, hello?" he managed to speak, his voice tinged with curiosity and surprise. His eyebrows furrowed together as he let out a small, nervous laugh, trying to make sense of the situation.

[pruenakamura]

closed starter for @reneexthompsxn locations: vinyl fantasy -> cedar grill & lounge

Prue had barely started the radio show for the evening when people already started calling in. She always felt that she go more callers closer to the holidays than any other time as they were all looking for advice. While she wasn't an advice radio dj, she did help as best as she could; even if she was sarcastic the entire time, especially if the questions were dumb to her. Since the event in September, though, she had been more melancholy about everything. Having things switch so fast with Renee was hard and she kept questioning if she should declare her love or not. All she needed was a sign.

She was about to start a song and was introducing it over the station when the phone rang and she looked at it. "You know what? First we're going to take this call." She clicked the button for the call to go through and she leaned back in her chair. "You're on with Radio Pulse. This is Prue. What can I do for you?"

"Hi, Prue. I wanted to ask your advice on something." The voice on the other end said. "I had a sense about it since you called, but go ahead." She told them and swung her chair from side to side. "There's this girl I really like and we kissed a few weeks ago, but..." She could hear the hesitation in their voice and Prue's heart picked up as she sat straighter. "I don't know. Everything had been weird since then. We barely talk, there's so much tension in the air. I just don't know what I should do. Should I talk to her? Should I wait for her to talk to me?" The person sighed. "What do you think I should do?"

Normally, she probably would've been more forward about the whole thing. Tell them to be brave and tell the person how they felt. She would be a hypocrite and maybe she still was, but she had other things to say now as she was in the same position. "Tell her." She said into the mic. She felt like her heart was beating now against her chest and her hands were getting a little sweaty. "You have to tell her or you'll go on for years wondering what would've happened if you just said it." There was a pause and the person started talking again. "How do I just tell her? And what if she doesn't feel it back? What if I ruin our friendship?"

"Do it now. Go to her. Wherever she is, go there and tell her everything." Her heart was racing and now she felt like she was talking to herself more than the person on the phone. "Forget about what will happen if she doesn't feel it back. If she doesn't, you both will find a way to still be friends if your friendship is that strong. Anything is better than going another moment without telling the person you love that the feelings are there." Prue was feeling antsy and she stood from the chair. "Just go. Go do it before you lose this courage and won't be able to do it again."

"Okay. Okay I will. Thank you." The call ended and all she could do was look around. "Guys, I'm going to start music and when we come back, you're going to be in the capable hands of my co-worker, Brian." She said and looked through the window of the radio station to Brian looking in and shaking his head. "Everyone please be kind to him and if you have someone you need to tell anything to, go do it. I gotta go do the same." She said and started a song before leaving the booth and looking at Brian. "I have to go. All you have to do is continue the playlist and click the button for commercials in thirty minutes. It's marked." And with that, she took off out of the building and to her car so she could drive to Cedar Grill.

It felt like forever before she finally showed up at the restaurant where her best friend worked and she parked the car before slamming the door as she got out. She still felt like she was on vibrate as her heart raced and she was anxious. Opening the door to the restaurant, she burst in there with all eyes on her which caused her to stop and look through the sea of people until she found Renee standing there. This was it. This was her chance to say what she needed to say.

[packlesshybrid]

Uriel wasn't the only one that laughed, though Theo did only after the guy's comment about really good dick. That he couldn't deny, though that's not why he didn't immediately respond to him. Instead it was that he was a bit distracted by the guy somewhat revealing his apparently really good dick. Yeah, Theo looked. Could he really be blamed here when Uriel was clearly showing some of it off for him? "...I suppose I can only take your word for it for now." He said before eventually he started swimming again. Even as he did that, Theo wasn't that focused on it as his attention was more so on their conversation as he listened as intently as one could while Uriel spoke more about ass play and even bottoming himself. "Good to know. I'm still gonna keep a mental note of that. Same with getting you to bottom." He told him.

Just like with that topic, Theo also listened as intently as he could to Uriel's answer to his question about what kinks the guy had. While he didn't end up getting what he wanted, the answer he did get made Theo take a pause on the swimming to look at Uriel with lustful excitement. "Oh wow! Really?! You'd love to fuck me right here?" Theo asked before he finally started making the gap between them smaller by swimming over to him. Yeah, he was gonna shoot his shot now. Why not? There was no reason not to just get to it here and now. They were both aroused currently and had voiced a clear desire to have sex with each other. Besides they were both already fully naked, so there was already one thing that they didn't need to spend time on doing. "If that's really what you want, then perhaps we should make that happen." He said after coming to a stop in front of him. Theo then looked around for the closest way to land. "Hmm... how about before showing me how good your dick really is, I let you see and play with my ass first? I mean, you gotta get to know what I'm working with, right?"

Uriel had to laugh at that. "For you to like it much I would say you found some magic or we could just call it, really good dick. Good thing I have one of those" He said and purposely moved up so Theo could see some of it. He did find it interesting that he specially mentioned big and thick dicks, even if it was a joke. So he has evolved into a size queen? Not that he was huge. What Theo was looking at was not hard, but not totally soft either. He had a decent size. Trapped between satisfactory and too much to handle. People did love that he was uncut though..." "Hm? Oh no saying that I would want it, just that it is on the table. There is a difference between a tongue and a dick." He shrugged, not ignoring the hint of arousal that oozed out of him. "But again I'm not opposite to bottoming, I'm just picky about it. Who knows, you may proof yourself to be worthy of my ass in time." Uriel then splashed at himself "I think it is easier to say what I'm not into, but I can tell you one thing I love, that would be fucking you right here if the mood strikes."

[muse-hodgepodge]

@bear-bitten plotted for a starter

The Daycare was a beacon of bright light in the otherwise darker Mega Pizzaplex. It had to be or else he would come out to the front. The current Daycare attendant, Sunny, was currently in his room above the ball pit listening to the never ending theme song that played constantly and one other thing. He had no choice but to listen to the glitchy ramblings of his counterpart while he hugged his knees. Sure, he could forcibly cut their communication link for a while but, it was far too lonely then and to be honest, he was hoping to hear lucidity from Moon at some point.

Sunny is pulled from his musings by the oh so familiar of someone coming down the slide and landing in the ball pit. Immediate excitement swells within him at the sight of company for the first time in so many weeks! The animatronic stands up quickly with a bright laugh before spinning and diving down into the ball pit below. He emerges from under the colorful spheres before the child, a boy, and quickly rambling, "a new friend! It's super late so are we having a slumber party?! Oh ho ho that'd be so much fun! And I have lots of fun activities we can do!" As he's talking he does pick up his new guest to help him out of the surprisingly deep pit, setting him down a bit away. "We can party all night!! There's just one rule - keep the lights on, On, ON!" That last part sounded almost desperate before he realizes something, "OH of course! We need to introduce ourselves so we can be the best of friends, my name is Sun or Sunny! What's yours?"

[brittlefcrged]

OPEN BG3 starter / first night, post prologue, pre-Withers, pre-grove.

It might not have been the wisest of decisions to slip away from their makeshift camp alone, with night already falling, but it was, she had decided, the best decision. The ... safest decision. For the others, at least.

The githyanki had proven helpful in the escape from the nautiloid, and informative enough, in the aftermath, even with hope for a potential cure to the worms that wriggled in the depths of their skulls, but the warrior's short temper and brash desire to command had already grown irksome. The wizard -- genial enough, certainly, but too much so for Clarissa's already raw nerves -- and she hadn't been able to quell the hunger that had been gnawing in the pit of her stomach since their encounter, the urge, the need to know what his tender flesh would feel like between her teeth -----

The cleric, with her feigned haughtiness that did little to disguise the uncertainty and paranoia that hung acrid in the air around her had at least proven herself capable of gratitude, but between those three, and the sly and cavalier, pale skinned elf that was at ill at ease in his own skin as she was in hers.... she had needed to get away from it. From them, while she had any semblance of control over herself.

Whatever, whomever she had been in her previous life, she didn't think it had been much of a people person.

She'd found her way to the edge of a brook at the base of the low cliff, not far from where they'd found Lae'zel, and after rinsing off the worst of the blood and assorted gore from the day's events, she had settled, cross legged, a flask of wine in one hand and wedges of bread and cheese perched atop her bag next to her in an attempt to take the time to gather her thoughts, and attempt to clear her mind -- a low snort, fingers breaking off a chunk of cheese and bread. Clearing her mind was rather the opposite of what she needed to do, wasn't it?

The sound was subtle, the smallest creak of a branch stretched a little too far from its trunk to just be the wind, barely audible above even the low murmur of the creek and the ambient sounds of the night that surrounded her -- and her uninvited guest -- but it was enough to announce the presence of another. "I'd much rather not end this day with further bloodshed," that was a lie, though, too, wasn't it? "But if you do not make yourself known to me, my blade will bite." And so might I.

[laidbacklightwood]

“Oh… That’s good to know.” He simply said to being told that Christopher was Alistair’s father. He probably wouldn’t call him that himself, but at least he now would know who that was if anyone, even Peter again, brought him up in a conversation. It took a moment after listening to every bit of Peter’s response towards Agron admitting his issues with the older male and his relationship with Nasir for Agron to speak again. He was having a bit of a difficult time forming all of his thoughts together, with a big cause of that being that he just couldn’t believe that he was even having this conversation with him and just the things that came out of Peter’s mouth. When he did eventually speak again, it was in a soft, yet still serious tone.

“It’s, uh, nice of you to say all of that, and I’ll take your word on family meaning a lot to you, but yeah. No matter if true or not, it was unfair of me to judge you for your sins from them and not from you. So I felt I owed you an apology for that. As for Nasir… I’m aware of how he sees himself and I wish that it wasn’t it such a negative way, but overall I’m just very fortunate to be back in his life again. I hated losing him the first time and I never want to experience that again. Anyway, the age thing I won’t get into, but what I’ll say is that there are several reasons why I find it, but…none of it matters. Again, ultimately it’s on me for having an issue with it.” He said and was about ending it there, but then a few seconds later he figured that if he was already admitting his other issues, he might as well admit the one he currently had. So Agron let out a sigh before doing so. “With all that being said, there’s still something I do take issue with you about. It’s something I thought I was over, and I kinda was in that I wasn’t mad at Nasir anymore. However, I’m still upset about you…convincing Nasir to elope and being left out on knowing about it until after you guys had gone through with it.”

Peter blinked a few times. He found it not only bizarre but strange that Christopher was not known by his name, but rather his last name. Then again some family were like that, including his own. “Alistair’s father. That’s his name.” He clarified as he pushed his head back. Soon after that no word left his lips as Agron spoke. He was happy that there was a turn around. Though he was surprised the age gap played such a rule in his judgement. It was amusing to say the least since Agron probably did not know how old he was. “While I don’t know what others have told you, I doubt their words were lies. I’m not blind to my own past, to my sinful deeds and if that’s still an issue for you, I can tolerate that as I have with so many others who stay away from that. Nasir has always seen beyond that, in fact.” He paused to chuckled, “He sees himself as a worse sinner and from time to time it is me who reminds him that just as I was misguided in my own ways, he was misguided by his family’s teachings.” He told him. “I appreciate your words and I accept your apology even if it wasn’t needed. I’m a lucky man to have him and I’m happy you, his father and Alexander are back in his life. You are all my family now no matter how you feel about me and if you truly do get to know me someday, you will see that family means quite a lot to me.” He wore a reassuring smile. “Though never thought age would have been an issue. Then again, we supernatural have a different perspective for time and aging than humans.”