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Starter Call.

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what does your soul look like?

Ivy: The Crowned Skull

You are a leader, whether you wanted to be or not. You have been burdened by a purpose greater than yourself. All sense of identity has been buried beneath the necessity of duty. Sacrifice is normalcy to you, and every day you trade away pieces of yourself to serve. The people who follow you cannibalize you. They take, and take, and take. But you are no pushover. You have a just mind, and lead with a firm hand. You are a terror to some and hope to others. A tyrant to your dissidents, but a savior to your loyalists. Rarely will they praise you, and often will you suffer the blame for their own failings. But it is your job to bear it all. Who are you beneath the responsibilities? You wouldn’t know; it is a thing grown from your bones themselves. Duty is a burden you will never escape, no matter what form it takes. How long before it breaks you?

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tag: @babydxhl @kylo-wrecked @blckfckinmsk @fear-fatale @fanplastik @holographicvoyager

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Her eyebrows twitch together at his question - pinching in moderate confusion and again she has to remind herself to stop, to put her face back to something neutral. “You’re on Affadar.” His question is odd because… Well, prior to landing here, she’d not heard of Affadar herself.

Not because it was some galactic secret but because the outer rim planet was primarily a mining planet - not even a colony, as such - she’d discovered, much to her own mingled relief and dread that there was a limited imperial presence here. Backwater, with a limited human population, and a sentient, but primitive lizard species she’d yet to see hide or hair of.

There were off worlders, obviously… Traders, usually, as far as she’d been able to tell who would come and go. But largely - Affadar was a rock, floating alone in the void of space. People who came there came for a reason - they didn’t just… stumble across it.

“You’ve not got business here then, I take it?” She shouldn’t be so concerned - she should ask him if he wants a drink and leave him to it… But some habits die hard and she’d be remiss as a soldier if she saw something suspicious and didn’t question it.

She was lucky she hadn’t been subjected to the same scrutiny when she’d emerged from the forests a few weeks before, half starved and dehydrated.

Likewise, Rimmer didn't know what to do.

From one world to another, he found himself thrusted from the comfort of his imperial life into the wild west of the rest of the world. Had it not been for the Cargo ship that he had stolen, he would have disappeared with no thought considering that he was, well, nobody within the empire. However, he had to keep moving because they would catch him and kill him with no second thought and he kinda didn't really want to die.

However, he need to stop and get a grip of what was happening. Make a plan of what he was going to do. He didn't know what that was but he needed to make a plan.

Which was why he stopped at this place. To be honest, Arnold had never had a life outside of training (and failing) so outside of his little bubble, he had never been really...anywhere. Life outside of his bubble was...different. But, he decided a bar would be the best place to strategies the next few days. Think of places that they could go for now.

He looked around as he walked in. Everything felt different to the life he was used to. He was almost so distracted by it that he barely heard the greeting. His head snapped back to Ivy. Right. Traveller, that made sense. That was what he was now. A traveller going through space. A small head tilt to acknowledge her greeting.

"Hm. At a risk of sounding...not knowledgeable, where exactly am I, planet wise?" The shuttle didn't exactly tell me and his experience in Coruscant has rendered him a little ignorant about the outside galaxy. It was no wonder he was useless at his academics and couldn't become an officer.

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“New Years Kiss” (for Guy)

I'll ignore the fact that some of you were late if you ignore that I'm the latest || @thejestersiren || Still Accepting

For the past five minutes, people around him have been drifting closer to each other - the count down is coming and if you’re not in a confirmed relationship now if the time to plant yourself firmly in front of your intended to try and steal a smooch as the new year rings in.

Guy knows it’s a tradition, but he isn’t actually sure what it’s meant to do or signify. Maybe something about being with the one you love as the new year dawns? Although that doesn’t quite explain the desperate singles drifting closer and closer as the minutes tick away, determined not to be left out when everyone else starts locking lips.

The countdown starts and he lifts his bottle, determined to leave this year with a mouthful of beer - unaware of the burgeoning chaos a few feet away. Someone seeking a new year’s kiss from someone who clearly doesn’t share the sentiment.

“Eight! Seven!”

A mess of blonde hair and a tight top barrels into his chest, which knocks him back a single step before he can brace for the impact, which only sends his assailant surging vertically up him, knocking the bottle he’s holding from his hand. By some miracle it doesn’t smash, but rolls as he takes another step, his foot coming down on it, before it rolls away, sending him thudding back against the wall with a grunt.

There are lips, hot and almost hard with ferocity as cheers erupt in the room around them, and he finds himself receiving a new years kiss, somewhat suddenly.

Blinking rapidly as she pulls back he manages. - “Well, happy new years to you. I’m Guy.” Completely unaware of the other young man giving them evils, having missed out of kissing Harleen when she’d darted away and found the next nearest person to be ‘unavailable’ with. She

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because there has been so much rumor and speculation… innuendo, outuendo… let me set the record straight. ( he's innocent /lying/ for seymour)

Wicked || @blckfckinmsk || Still Accepting

Having worked at Arkham for some time now - Seymour was… Used to these sort of antics. The hospital could be a lonely place. A lot of the inmates liked to just talk - there wasn’t much else to do to pass the time after all - and unlike the doctors, it wasn’t his job to measure and weigh them and spit out a diagnosis alongside a fistful of pills.

You had to be careful, however, because some of the inmates used talking like a trap - to draw you in, to enact violence. Roman, however, seems like one of the more lucid ones - less likely to attack with zero provocation. Perhaps.

And he really needs Roman to sign these forms, so he arranges his face into a pleasant smile, tilting his face up to regard the other man.

“Please, Mr. Sionis, do go ahead.”

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" WILL THEY, WON'T THEY? " A LIST OF PROMPTS:

first off, mega massive thanks to my lovely and brilliant friend @whatspoilers for the EXCELLENT title!! hi my loves! so this is a list of scenarios in which the receiver has an opportunity to look at the sender in a different light, resulting in... something. a kiss? a punch? a declaration? a confession? i know you guys, i know how spicy your brains are, so spice away! i do want to stress that the outcome of the "feelings" does NOT necessarily need to be a romantic one. it could be anger, it could be a sudden revelation, a betrayal, a heartbreaking plot twist, whatever you want! i insist on making this very clear: if you send this, there is NO expectation of the receiver to make it romantic UNLESS they want to. likewise, if the feelings ARE romantic, it's not force-shipping, this is just the receiver's muse getting a minute to evaluate their relationship with the sender and how they want it to continue! and ofc DO NOT ADD TO OR EDIT THIS LIST!

[ DANCE ]: while the sender and receiver are slow dancing together, their close proximity and the intimacy of the situation causes feelings to rise to the surface.

[ BED ]: while the sender is sleeping beside them, the receiver has a moment to watch them and consider their own feelings, resulting in clarity and a realization.

[ CONSTELLATION ]: as the pair lie down in a field and watch the stars overhead, the receiver turns to watch the sender gazing skywards, leading to them confronting their own feelings.

[ NURSE ]: after a battle gone wrong, the receiver begins to tend to the sender's wounds, fading adrenaline and rising fear causing them to realize their feelings.

[ OBSERVATION ]: when showing the sender something they've been working on, the receiver can't help but address their feelings as the sender gazes in wonder at their work.

[ ENTRANCED ]: while the sender works on something they're passionate about, the receiver has a chance to look at them properly and consider their own feelings for them.

[ DEFENCE ]: when the sender rushes to defend the receiver against a threat of any description, the receiver takes a moment to consider how they feel about the sender.

[ COLLABORATION ]: as they work together on a project, the receiver has a moment in which they contemplate their true feelings regarding the sender.

[ CONFLICT ]: during an argument with the sender, the receiver realizes there's an unspoken depth to their feelings, and takes a second to consider them closer.

[ DEFIANCE ]: after realizing there's a situation which could threaten one of their lives in order to protect a larger group, the receiver and sender have a fierce argument in private, leading to a realization of their real feelings.

[ TRAINING ]: during a sparring session, the sender and receiver end up on the floor, leading one of them to seizing the upper hand and straddling the other. the receiver has an unexpected realization of their feelings regarding their sparring partner in the process.

[ FAMILY ]: watching the sender interacting fondly with others, the receiver (from afar) takes a moment to take a closer look at their relationship.

[ STORM ]: when the two of them get caught outside in a rainstorm, the receiver uses an umbrella/jacket as a shelter, which the sender shares with them, causing the receiver to be confronted with the truth of their relationship with the sender.

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what have you done this time? (harley)

I feel... WIcked || Still Accepting || @blckfckinmsk

Cherry red lips - extra shiny and sticky with gloss - part into an offended-with-a-capital-letter ‘o’ her eyebrows pinching together as she practically clutches her pearls.

“Me?!l I didn’t do nothin’, Roman. An’ quite frankly-? I’m… I’m outraged that ya would even suggest that I could be-“ Ah, he’s not buying it.

She drops the act and shrugs. “They got nothin’ less than they deserved. Why? They belong to you or somethin’?”

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Send “New Years Kiss” to give my muse a kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve

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“You look like a flower. A sad, lonely flower no one wants to be around.” { music!ben @ anais }

Crazy Rich Asians || Still Accepting || @kylo-wrecked

A pair of bright baby blue eyes lift to stare up at Ben, unblinkingly. Behind slightly parted lips, if he cared to look, cared to notice, he’d see the tip of her tongue sweeping slowly along the sharp edges of her upper teeth. She doubts he will - he looks shit faced. Or high. Or both.

“Oh yeah?” She asks, glancing away from him, her thumb flicking the tab on her Diet Coke - which she hasn’t even drank - because Lord knows she doesn’t even want to risk caffeine in her system at this time… Even at some drug fuelled rave masquerading as a house party. Why had she come here? Why when he’d text her, telling her about it had she not just told him to fuck off? Or that she was busy? Or… just ignored it?

She’s angry at him for his comment - but she’s angrier at herself for being here. She should never have come. And no wonder people are giving her a wide berth…

It was much easier to be the life of the party when you were off your face on something. And she’d had more than enough offers, more than enough… Temptation. Everyone else seems to be having a good time. Present company included, this interaction not withstanding.

“If I’m such a fun suck, why’d you even ask me to come?” She asks looking back to him. She doesn’t give him much of a chance to answer though, instead she sighs and sets her drink down. “I don’t want to ruin your night, Ben-“ She’s going to ask him to tell her when he gets home safe, but she stops herself. It’s likely he’ll forget, if he’s as bad as she thinks he is, or… He’ll be otherwise occupied when he gets home and she doubts whoever he’s entertaining would appreciate him pausing the action to let her know he got back ok.

She offers him a tight smile instead, side stepping him where he’d all but caged her in at the table she’d been leaning against when he’d approached her with his observation.