#don't worry matching length

[angstfactory]

OPEN STARTER: #HELLISHERE

HE LEFT YOU! HE LEFT YOU! HE LEFT YOU! You're so pathetic, he couldn't wait to get away! HAHAHA!

"Get out -- GET OUT --" Any control Aiden still had of himself, was tenuous at best. The man could hardly push out the barrage of negative thoughts, each one preying on fresh open wounds he hadn't even begun to try and heal from. Whatever got inside, whatever trying to take him-- it knew of all that, it knew ways to break him down in the hopes he would be too weak to fight against the possession anymore.

But oh, was he trying. Perhaps the only tether left to keep his sanity that moonlight ring on his right hand, specially designed to maintain the werewolf's often volatile emotions. The man stumbled past others, sweat licking at his brow. A cough escaping now and then, as the smoke billowed in over the town square. So much was going on, it made things all the more difficult to keep hold of himself.

Oh come on, you're a killer, aren't you? Even your own family didn't stand a chance. What else are you holding onto? There's nothing. There's nobody. You're alone. YOU'RE ALONE! Old, alone, done for!

Suddenly, Aiden's entire body seized up -- like some puppet on a string -- and he flung forward, crashing through the window of one of the shops. Inside, he was pushed into racks right and left, things coming off the counters and shelves, breaking and smashing. To an outsider, it would look very much like Aiden himself was intentionally rampaging through the store like some wild animal, destroying everything in sight. He grabbed the end of one shelf and gave a vicious yank-- his wolf strength causing it fling across the floor and knock over several other shelves, glass items shattering. Stomping over things, he ran back outside, this time straight for a brick wall. Aiden landed hard against it, grunting in pain as he slid down and held himself, threat of tears stinging his eyes -- though it wasn't necessarily from the physical pain of it all.

He could hear someone approach and Aiden's face turned in their direction, hardly seeing. "Stop-- get.. get away from me," the man begged in soft pants, for their sake. What little faith he'd had built in himself in these past two years... it was quickly fading. He didn't believe he could hold on, and God help anyone nearby.

[phantomyre]

@aonemanarmy

It had been several days since Sephiroth had locked himself within the basement of the Mansion. Time no longer seemed to have any meaning to him. But neither did the lives of those who anxiously awaited his return. There was a different air about him, now. Darkness had slowly crept into his heart-- a corruption that even caused the candles to tremble as he paced the room, alone with his thoughts. And yet he wasn't completely alone. Further down the small cloister and tucked in a cold chamber, another man was battling his own darkness-- a pandemonium of his demons, clamoring for control over their host. Two men within close proximity of each other, facing a corrupt entity who wanted ownership of their minds. Only one had chosen to unite himself with this powerful darkness and claim it as his own. Feeling the disturbance in the atmosphere, Vincent quickly sat up from his coffin. Something was not right. He was accustomed to the various monsters wandering the mansion. But this aura wasn't coming from an ordinary monster. A looming sense of devastation tugged at his chest, calling him to investigate. Though not quite understanding this feeling, Vincent arose from his coffin and made his way towards the library. The air seemed to get thicker the closer he moved towards his destination. There at the center of the library, a tall man with long silver locks was hunched over a book, several more scattered throughout the room. That hair... it couldn't be him.

There was only one person he had seen with hair that color. And though it was brief, he wouldn't forget the son of that beloved woman. Keeping to the shadows, Vincent pressed his back against the wall around the corner, remaining out of sight should the man venture out. Questions ran through Vincent's mind. What if it was Sephiroth? Why was he here, and what was this eerie aura about him? He could hear the man let out a depraved chuckle. As quiet as it was, it sent a faint chill down Vincent's spine. If this was indeed Sephiroth... The gun strapped to his thigh suddenly felt burdensome.

[pushspacetocontinue]

Eclipse - Villain Verse thread for icangiveyouanything

@icangiveyouanything

The interviews had been a perfect start to getting his messages across to the world. People liked him, as much as it felt strange to admit to himself. Audiences were receptive to what he had to say as he answered questions. Of course, he had to pretend he was just as confused as everyone else when it came to his miraculous recovery from the long coma. Not everyone could know the truth about how he was given this second chance to save them all from themselves.

Not yet anyway.

It was a quiet day for the time being. He sat on his balcony, a small smile on his face as he watched the sunset with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. But then he felt a familiar presence in the air, and the smile grew just a bit wider.

"I think we have an old friend visiting, Misty."

"Meee..."

[conorxsurvives]

Closed starter: @zoaoliveira (Starting) Location: The Settlement

Even though Conor had been in Arcadia for a year now, and even though he was a guard and had been on the settlement many times before, there was still a lot he didn't know about it. Maybe if he talked to people more or asked more questions, he might have a better idea of things, but he kept to himself a lot. That had been true even before Garrett had died, but his reclusiveness had increased dramatically since his husband's death. And since coming to Arcadia, well...there were many day stretches where he barely spoke at all. It was a lonely existence, but it after so long living in such an isolated way, sometimes Conor felt like he had forgotten how to interact with people in a normal way. So he saved his words for when they counted, and he tried to keep to himself as much as he could without coming across as rude (he'd been raised to be polite, and it was ingrained in him now). But lately Conor had begun feeling more like he was part of the community, which was actually something new for him; before Arcadia, he'd lived alone in the forest, but now he lived in what could only be described as a town, albeit a twisted, shadowed version of one. So he found himself feeling just a little more comfortable around the residents of Arcadia. But while the Settlement still felt very mysterious to him, Conor still headed in that direction. He had a job to do today.

As a guard, Conor was given certain responsibilities, and after doing this for a year, he was beginning to be trusted with more important jobs. Today was one such day. As he reached the Settlement, Conor thought about Zoa, whom he would be accompanying today. Like most of the residents of Arcadia, Conor didn't know much about her. They were in town meetings together, and Conor's impression of her was that she was very passionate about her role as a scout. Zoa always seemed to have quite a lot to say; Conor thought she had probably spoken more in a single meeting than he had in every meeting combined. But he still respected her point of view - Zoa had been here a lot longer than him, after all. And Conor respected her bravery, knowing that a scout was a dangerous job.

People around the settlement knew who Conor was by this point, if not by name then by face at least, so no one questioned why he was there. He found the place he was meant to meet Zoa, waiting for her to join him, and as he did so, Conor adjusted the hatchet strapped to his thigh (he'd fashioned a sort of holster out of re-purposed strips of leather), making sure it was easy accessible. Similarly, Conor had his axe strapped to his bag. The job they were doing wasn't the most dangerous he'd experienced in Arcadia, but he'd learned to always be prepared in this town.

[savingthrcw]

"You hurt my feelings." Nami had been thinking about how to react for a while; she had been given time to do so, the crew was injured and emotions were still high, and so she had mulled over everything she had learned about Sanji - a few questions had been asked to Reiju herself in between plotting what to do - and she also had to think about everything that she still wanted to learn. But she expected Sanji to deflect. Either that, because it hurt, or to feel so guilty he would not know what to do with himself. After all, that was how she had reacted in scarily similar circumstances. And so, that first sentence was what she had come up with to have his full attention after they were left alone. "You hurt Luffy right in front of me and you hurt my feelings," she reiterated to make a point, "And we did our very best to save you, so you owe me, Sanji." The onorific -kun had been fully ditched, but while it had been a way to push him away earlier, it was now her way to close some of the distance between them, even if her expression was neutral, studying his reaction. "So I want... sixty seconds. If you want to make up with me, I want you to give me sixty seconds to say and do whatever I want, and you cannot hold it against me. I'll be completely free and you'll have to accept it. Deal?"

@ifritjambe

[lumiroleplays]

for @inkdreamt

Being a mother is a funny thing. Your child is never truly only the age that they are now. Wednesday may be 15, but for Morticia, she is also every other age she has ever been ever since she was born. Staring at her means seeing not only the fierce teenage girl she is so proud of in front of her, but also the little child that used to cut off her doll's heads. Just like Morticia herself as a young girl. Though she tries to keep herself from comparing Wednesday to who she used to be as much as she can. But sometimes it's hard. Mostly because she carries so much love for her girl it feels good to see a little bit of herself in her. Either way, most of those feelings do not show up on her face. Or at least, not anywhere else but in her eyes as she steps out of the car and gets inside the school for one of the scheduled visits. Morticia wouldn't often go alone and her heart already aches with how much she misses her husband; she also knows Pugsley wanted to see his sister, but she and Gomez had agreed it would be a good thing for her to spend some time alone with Wednesday, and their daughter is aware of it. Morticia isn't sure about how she feels with that, but it will not be a surprise for her. As she enters the school grounds, her eyes almost immediately catch sight of her little raincloud. She would find her anywhere, in any crowd. Her smile is subtle as she approaches her daughter, hands creeping around her shoulders and her face, as close as she could get to touching her, but without actually doing it. "Hello, my darling."

[dragon-clan-and-company]

Puella Veris et vir Siderum

(Closed RP with @wxvebreaker)

The skies of the Astral Sea were as beautiful and dreamlike as they were dangerous... The silvery and purple haze that hung about the stars hid countless secrets from times immemorial, and the ship that floated in the ether wasn't even akin to a grain of sand on the shores of a beach, but something smaller yet still... Aboard the ship was a man, of late twenties, in a suit of ornate bronze armor with occasional patina-green accents, at his side, a shield of gleaming platinum, depicting the profile of a noble Dragon, and on his back a cape of chainmail, made of a similar bronze on the outside, with platinum on the inside, as though to complete the ensemble of his mixed-metal menagerie of protectors... His face was fairly handsome, but with a few particularly striking features- A large scar on his left cheek, telling of a life met with its' share of strife, and a pair of crimson eyes with a lively spark of passion behind them. His hair was a somewhat longer mess of brunette hair, kept in check by a black bandanna tied back atop his head.

"Wait, is that...?" His crimson eyes widened as he saw clouds black as the void of space beginning to approach. He held his right hand out, calling to it a blood-red spear of immaculately ornate design. He looked to his crew- all magical copies of himself, disguised as other people as a contingency, save for a hulking golem made of some assortment of uniform metals. "Reginald, plan delta, scenario 65... I'll see if I can't try to impact that psychic storm, and keep the ship intact..." Golden lightning suddenly crackled around him, forming a almost spectral visage of crackling Dragon-like armor over his normal armor. He flew forward with intense speed, charging straight for the storm ahead... After an impressive surge of willpower-made-manifest, something of a specialty of the Astral Sea, he managed to calm the storm a bit, just enough to let his guard down as a final surge blasted him off to starboard by the perspective of the sky ship behind him... He went careening straight into one of the occasional portals dotting the Astral, this one a rainbow swirl of colors. After falling through, he was suddenly in the night sky of an alien, breathtaking land... He was so taken aback, that he didn't pay attention to the fact he was still falling, streaking through the sky like a golden shooting star, heading near what seemed to be a decent-sized fishing village of some sort... Though there wasn't much time to deliberate or form a plan as he went falling to an outlying area by the shore... He was able to spot a figure for a brief moment as he tried to adjust himself so he didn't crash right into her!

"WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEEEEEN?!" He cried out, tracing a protective sigil over himself, as he fell face-first about a dozen feet from the figure in question... All things considered when the rest of his body flopped unceremoniously into the sandy soil, he wasn't very much harmed... The lightning crackling around him quickly dissipated as his eyes remained snapped shut, a bit of a wince as the impact did seem to affect him to some degree.

[fullmxtal-elrich]

@flamesignite Found Ed in Domino~!

Ed had been living with Roy for about a week now, however without a job he had grown restless and as a result, decided that while Roy was off on his military duties for the day, he would get some work done of a different kind.

By the time Roy arrived home for the day, the house had been deep cleaned in every corner and the scent of food was drifting through the hallway, with a very proud Edward finishing checking on a few things. Turning to greet his adopted father with a smile, he happily set a plate of baby-back ribs glazed with honey barbeque sauce (a recipe he'd learned from his mother years ago before she'd passed), along with coleslaw and some sauce on the side upon the table.

"Hey, dad! Welcome back. I figured you might be hungry so I thought it might be fun to have some dinner ready for you when you got back. There's some cornbread in the oven still, and I'm almost done with the Biscuits and Gravy, oh and there's sweet corn on the cob in the pot, if you end up wanting sone of that too."

He spoke as though it was the most normal thing in the world, though he sort of forgot that the only one who really knew he could cook like this was Al. He'd never shown these skills off to anyone else before, except maybe the Rockbells when he was learning some recipes from them.

"How was work by the way? Feel free to sit down and dig in, I still have to finish these last two things before I can join ya."

[estfenrirswood]

location: thistle & sage | open to all!

The morning sun cast a golden hue over the quiet streets as Aiysha unlocked the heavy wooden door of Thistle & Sage, her heart swelling with anticipation as her lavender matcha latte chilled her hand. Today was no ordinary day—it was the eve of a full moon, a time when magic hummed with a potent energy that resonated through every corner of her shop. Thistle & Sage exuded an inviting aura of mystique. Aiysha had spent weeks preparing for this moment, carefully arranging shelves adorned with shimmering crystals, jars of dried herbs, and intricately carved wooden wands. The scent of lavender and sage mingled in the air, soothing and invigorating at once.

As she lit the last of the incense sticks, their fragrant smoke curling upwards like tendrils of possibility, Aiysha felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The town seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the mystical night to come. Werewolves, with their heightened senses, would soon roam under the moon's watchful gaze, and fellow witches would converge to harness the lunar energies.

Outside, a few early risers paused to peer through the shop's windows, curious about the new additions to the shop. Aiysha knew that some would be drawn by curiosity, others by an inexplicable pull towards the mystical energies that emanated from within. She welcomed them all, knowing that each visitor brought with them a unique story and a quest for understanding.

With a final adjustment to a display of moonstone amulets, Aiysha stood back and surveyed her domain with a sense of pride and reverence. The morning sunlight filtered through the shop's windows, casting soft patterns of light and shadow over ancient texts and shimmering crystals. Everything was in place, poised for the magic that would unfold with the rising of the full moon.

Aiysha flips the "Closed" sign to "Open" with a satisfying click, then pulls back the curtains beside the door, inviting more morning sunlight to spill into the shop. With a contented sip of her latte, she sets the cup down and flips a switch on a Bluetooth radio, seamlessly connecting her phone. Jhene Aiko's voice fills the air, gently chasing away the lingering quiet with a soothing melody.

[pyramultimuse]

closed starter for @autistic-cowboy

Cupid!Hanzo & Demon!Cole

As a demon Cole was meant to be out spreading sin, using his powers to influence the humans so that their souls would end up in hell. His attention was drawn to something far more interesting, he found himself an angel. That what he thought until he got closer this angel was actually none other than Cupid, the god of love and desire. Out and about with his legendary bow and arrow, making the humans fall in love. The mischievous demon just had to mess with this handsome deity.

"My, my, my, what do we have here?" Cole asked as he flew over to the fluttering cupid. "A damn fine hunk if I do say so myself. Though I'd expect nothing less than perfection being the son of the goddess of beauty Venus herself." The demon said licking his lips as his eyes took in the other's appearance. "A rather lustful looking outfit you got on there, Cupid." He purred in his deep robust accent as he reached out with clawed hand to casually flip up the other's toga skirt.

Cole himself wore a very revealing outfit himself that was mostly black leather. Riding chaps with a thong that left nothing to the imagination. Over his muscular chest were straps and belts in an X pattern. No shoes as he had cloven hooves for feet. Horns on the sides of his head like bull horns, with a long tail ending in a spade tip as well as medium sized draconic looking wings. His skin was tan with a reddish tint with dark brown hair over his chest and arms. This demon was definitely an Incubus variant.

[redmarstian]

@aelirus continued from here

Getting near the base would've been impossible for a human, that'd have been caught and dealt with before even seeing the building. Even for a Pokemon it was far more difficult to get near it then it should have been. It seemed everyone was on high alert keeping their eyes out for any form of danger whether it were man or 'mon.

For Purugly though it was barely any trouble. Even as a distinctly non-native Pokemon to the region she prowled the forests as though they were her territory. After all weren't they? Didn't any ground which her paws graced mark that area as hers? This forest and all its inhabitants were no different. Which is why it only made sense that one of the humans she'd been stalking would lead her exactly where she wanted to be.

From atop a branch high off the ground she watches the humans run and work, fixing whatever mistake had taken place before. Who did they think they were to fail him? A faint familiar scent lingers in the air keeping her sat still as statue eying each human that comes from the building. Her patience finally pays off when the scent she was following grows stronger, her eyes narrow and he appears.

Like an angry deity from the shadows he steps into the light to make his orders known. Straight into her sight. She can see the hidden vexation that tugs his shoulders back, forcing his posture straighter making him standing taller over the world that would be his. Very few others could recognize this but she could and it only solidified what she already knew. He was who she was after.

Following behind him comes his hound as dutiful and perceptive as she remembered. Through the foliage of the forest their eyes meet and fixed glares meet. There is no breakage from the glares either, no backing down. How familiar. Until someone in a black uniform steps out of the building to approach Cyrus in question. In an instant Purugly is on the move. Jumping from branch to branch to the ground and racing for her target.

[elphilim]

Four days had passed since the Straw Hats left Alabasta, welcoming two new members aboard. While Robin quickly won Koa over and began teaching her archaeology and Poneglyph reading, Koa hadn’t yet had much interaction with Neela. Life on the high seas was far from a cruise, and there was always plenty for everyone to do.

Today, however, the sea was calm and the sun shone brightly while a gentle breeze swept across the sea. The waves steadily carried the Going Merry forward towards their next destination. Despite the leisurely atmosphere, Koa found herself bored, as everyone was occupied with their own activities and had no time to play with her.

So, she lay on the deck of the Going Merry, staring at the clouds and counting the seagulls as they flew by. "34..." Koa counted another seagull with a heavy sigh. She didn't knew whether that was really the 34th seagull or if Koa had been counting the same seagull for an hour, and if she was honest, she didn't even cared.

Koa watched the seagull disappear from view before her gaze fell on her bandages. She instinctively wanted to play with them, but heard Chopper's voice in her head, sternly admonishing her to leave the bandages alone. An annoyed pout immediately formed on her lips. "They're still itchy…" she grumbled under her breath.

The battle on Alabasta had certainly left its mark, and Koa wondered if there would be any scars left behind that she could tell cool stories about later on.

Starter for @voidcenturyseashanties Verse: B2Y Age: 120 (12 in human years)

[scvcnofswords]

@purposecorrupted is cursed with me eternally i fear

They've been in Skyhold for a few months when it first happens.

If she were asked to be entirely honest, one of the best parts of being made 'Inquisitor' is the room she's been given- or rather the tower, since she's the only occupant in the whole of it. Regin has always liked heights- she climbs and scales buildings, ruins, trees and mountains for fun as it is- and moreso especially when she's studying clouds and wind patterns. So to be given a room like this, with balconies that allow her to watch the wind and clouds as they traverse the Frostbacks-

It almost makes up for the horror that is being made head of a human-focused, Chantry-forged institution, surrounded by people she cannot truly trust but also cannot alienate for the sake of her own safety and the safety of those like her, who have no title or 'signs' to protect them. Almost.

It doesn't at all, really- but early mornings like this, where she'd woken before the sun and has been sitting on the east-facing balcony with her spyglass, two of her observation journals and a 'wind-map' she's been working on to track and study the currents that spiral through the range- she can forget about the chains of the Inquisition, at least for a little while.

But it's this morning that something she's never dreamed to even HOPE to experience in real life comes into being. Regin is left staring at the play of light and color as the ice crystals dance through the air- and then she's rocketing to her feet and charging for the stairs, as quickly as she can whilst murmuring a spell to silence her footsteps.

This- something she's read of for years, heard of from long-traveled strangers, and longed to see just once- will not last long. But in this moment, all she can think of is that she wants to share it with him. She wants to see the play of color reflect off of his storm-lavender eyes and see his expression when he processes what he will be looking at. But she's working against a deadline- events like this never last long.

As she makes it to the door for the main hall, she twists her energy yet again through the veil- and bends the light around her own self, glamouring her entirely from the eyes of those who she does not wish to see her. From there- she slips through the door as quietly as she can, and then runs across icy stone, darting through the rotunda doors as fast as she can. Once within, the glamour drops- and she skids to a halt beside Solas' bed.

She looks- wild, in truth, golden locks of hair escaping from the long braid she'd slept in, nose pink from cold, and eyes wickedly bright, eager and delighted and- Hopeful.

"Solas," Regin breathes, shakily. He is- the only person, in truth, she could possibly think to want to share this with. She drops to her knees beside the lounge he uses as his bed- and carefully shakes his shoulder- once, and then a little harder. "Solas! Somniar ras melana- Solas, wake up- you need to come with me. I've something to show you. Wake up!" The words are a fervent whisper- she's nearly trembling- both from the chill in her bones and the anxious, thrilled excitement.

Quickly, her eyes scan the room- a twist of her fingers and the thick, fur-lined cloak she'd had ordered for him the last time they'd visited the Emprise Du Lion flies to her hand, so she can settle it around his shoulders once she's dragged him from the bed. "Come on- come on, come on, quickly!"

[darksonofsparda]

@caramialunaestelle (Power) || Pre-Plotted

It had only been about three weeks since Vergil had been hired by the Public Safety Bureau to help with major missions. Due to the half-devil's reputation, Makima had a great interest in him, so she hired him for one year, Vergil made sure to read the fine, and finer print in the contract, he took extra caution to make sure that there were tricks or snares in this contract that would potentially come back to stab him later -- he knew who Makima was, but no one needed to know that, they wouldn't able to handle the truth. Besides, he was already the talk of the building, all the feedback in finding out The infamous Devil's Reject, Vergil, who was the eldest son of a heroic demon was met with mixed views, a decent bit positive, but there was, of course, some negative feedback as well since despite his well-regarded reputation, was still a wretched half-devil in their eyes who just happened to have a famous father---not to mention he was an advocate for the rights of Devil's of any type working as an inhuman Devil Hunter which also didn't help.

This work contract was his best chance at getting a few steps closer for a chance to complete his secret mission. He wouldn't dare blow his cover, so for now, he would continue to play the role of well-respected devil hunter who, in her eyes, was becoming the perfect work drone, he would continue to play it without fail, and while he would follow orders, he wouldn't do anything to insult his own dignity, or his pride. Vergil was a valued business partner, but never would he submit and be a pet, not like how she treated Denji, he felt bad for the kid--he had no idea whose web he had gotten himself caught in and would most likely find out the hard way.

Today Vergil had been specifically picked for a mission, due to how strong this target devil was, Makima didn't want Denji to take part since this particular target was too dangerous and also wanted him to continue to focus on his more important task of preparing himself to take down the Gun Devil, no sense in tossing her little lap dog into the pound he presumed, but that was fine with him, the more he got Makima to trust him, the better.

Vergil's special devil-hunting mission was the Devil of Mass Famine. With the continued censorship of the news in the countries, no one knew there were several people forcibly being starved in the current civil war happening out in the further parts of Europe, small villages suffering in poverty due to the corrupt rule of their country or village leaders, with all that going on in the dark behind the eyes of the world, the Famine Devil was apparently really fast, which also made Vergil a choice, due to his legendary speed.

Unfortunately for this mission, because of the Famine Devil's habit of escaping fast within seconds of detection, Makima assigned him a partner, a blood fiend named Power, he was familiar with her only for being on Denji's team, and even though he's worked with her once before with the group, they've only spoken once and it was too short to even call it a conversation. It was just the two of them for this one, she was added because of her incredible sense of smell which would be crucial to finding this target, so he understood, despite his dismay.

The pair had just left the Public Safety building and were waiting for the train to take them out of the city at the station, the last known location of the target was somewhere outside of the city near the Misty Red Forest, a known roaming ground for devils, most of the weaker portion, with the occasional strong one. Their train would be here in ten minutes.

As they waited, Vergil turned to look at her, finally breaking the silence.

[{ 🗡️ }} - "Say, Power... while I won't be treating you the same way the human hunters do, I still expect you to listen to me." He lightly says, asserting his role as Squad Leader for this mission. Vergil intended to treat her equally but wanted to maintain that she had to listen to him, especially if they wanted a complete success of this mission.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "We must complete this job without issue, the more smooth this job goes, the better the outcome will benefit you. I'll explain what I mean by that on the train since it will be a bit of a long trip."

[fartemis-crock]

@hubrisse gets some raging asshole

The only warning Grant gets--- is the sound of her boot colliding with something made of wood.

"Are you fucking---" there's an incredibly sharp inhale, coupled with the sound of the wood splintering and flying into the wall behind him. somehow--- she's not yelling. "You---" another sharp inhale, as she turns towards Grant. barely contained rage beginning to bubble over into her expression. "---you're fucking--- you're kidding, right? tell me you're kidding." her words are flying out at a million miles an hour. hands planted firmly on her hips as she tries her hardest to reign in the anger.

she fails, almost immediately. Turning around to slam her foot into something else with a frustrated grunt. "all of that for fucking nothing?" she's yelling now, angry about something she wouldn't typically be angry about--- something wasn't clicking. she doesn't usually care if a job doesn't pay out the way they'd plan. "---you have got to be fucking kidding me--"

[thcfantasyfactory]

open to males muse: kim garcia (ana de armas) mid 20s-30s plot: kim is in a sex rut and sick of the dating world. connections: honestly anything could work as long as it's not super creepy lol -

"Why is it so hard to find a decent guy to fuck?"

Kim's back gently hit the wall behind her as she leaned back, exhaling a thick stream of smoke past her plump lips. She had been craving a cigarette since arriving at the bar and discovering that her Tinder date was a total bust. The guy didn't even have the common courtesy to let her know he wasn't coming. She waited an hour before finally giving up and going outside to smoke. She had been trying to quit for a while now, but that was quite difficult when life kept throwing stress her way.

It wasn't even like she was trying to find a boyfriend or anything; mainly, she just wanted to have sex. It'd been far too long since she'd fucked someone, and while she knew that she could always satisfy herself well enough, she missed that specific connection and intimacy. There were only so many times she could imagine Pedro Pascal fucking her brains out while cumming all over her favorite vibrator.

The brunette glanced up upon hearing footsteps approaching, taking note of the handsome man as he drew near. Kim took another puff of her cigarette, observing him with curious eyes. "Come to keep me company? Or did you just coincidentally follow me out here?"