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[rubydavenport]

@sirenmaiakelly location: the Monarch's Club

Rumour had it that Maia lived in Greywood, which pleased Ruby greatly. There weren't many thieves and con artists that had a touch that she admired, but Maia was amongst them. Naturally, that meant she enquired about where Maia worked exactly. Thankfully, being a vampire had its perks -- humans were easy to compel. The Monarch's Club was no Elysium, but naturally, she was only biased because there wasn't much in the way of food or drink that enticed her the way blood did. To be fair, Elysium was one of a kind.

It didn't take Ruby long to locate Maia and she politely watched her friend complete her dance with admiration. Maia was good, really good, although that was no surprise. Maia was good at everything she did, from what Ruby could tell. "Hi," she said with a grin. "Beautiful as ever," she complimented sincerely. A little flirting never hurt. "You got time for an old friend? I'm hoping to convince you to ditch these plebeians for me."

[elifalvey]

location — ugly sweater party @ the williams’ house.

when — saturday, december 17th.

status — for hank ( @hxnkbrxmson​ ).

There was a moment between talking with Dylan and trying to find a new beer to drink that Elijah had forgotten all about his initial desire to reunite with Lorelai. He was certain that by this point the sweater he had lent her was completely off (and probably stuffed in a corner so that he could never find it again), and slightly less certain that she was even still hanging around somewhere. With a sigh, suddenly remembering, his eyes scanned the crowded room of the Williams’ house in search of her and with no luck, he started wading through the crowd towards the backyard. He figured if she’d be anywhere, that she’d be there — it was significantly less crowded with more room to spread out, and only slightly quieter than indoors. As he spilled out of the backdoor, he couldn’t find his friend anywhere out there either. But brown eyes did settle on someone else that he’d consider a friend, and before he really put much thought to it, he walked over towards Hank in long strides and said, “Hank! Hey! I wouldn’t have expected to see you here.” Despite his blunt words, he was simply speaking observationally. “It’s nice to see you, though! I like your sweater! But, hey — speaking of, can you tell me if you’ve seen a woman walk through here? Tall, dark hair, very posh looking, wearing an extremely ugly colorful sweater that’s a little too big for her? It’s got snowflakes on it, if that helps. She’s seemed to have disappeared on me.”

[fantasywritten]

@theednygma ❤️

“EXCUSE ME, sir?” Rigg hadn’t seen the other man around before. He knew they were getting a new detective soon; maybe this was him, but on the off chance that it wasn’t, they couldn’t just have a STRANGER walking around the precinct. “Are you the new detective? If not, I’m going to have to ask you to LEAVE.”

[vileintcnt]

closed starter | @pageofpenandfables

Silas' family had been more than hospitable to the young starlet and the crew surrounding her current production. With full board, she'd actually found her home away from home to be quite a relaxing environment. Of course, it was one she hadn't been used to. Her LA mentality had adjusted well, though. There was, however, a particular factor in her situational enjoyment. Silas' wanton gaze had left Luxe feeling especially confident in her 'attributes'.

After seeking out the solace of fresh air on the cool night, Luxe had meandered out onto the porch, sheathed in a dressing gown and a pair of cowboy boots, the least she could do to cover up the scantly fabric of her pajamas. The blonde had presumed she'd been alone, until she bared witness to the older, very much married male, and the pit of her toned stomach fluttered in his wake. "I saw you were on set today." Having filmed a particularly sexual scene earlier that morning. "So what do you think? Am I out of a job, or getting an Oscar?"

[gauntlets-shot]

starter for @misstantabismuses

It's not like Vi could escape her past or the Undercity in general and this new rumor only proved that. As if she had enough to think about when it came to Jinx. Pulling Vander into the mix seemed shallow, in her opinion at least. "Someone said he was the leader of the Lanes way back when." "No, he was the old owner of the Last Drop." "Apparently all his kids die in some freak accident. That's probably what made him go insane." "I heard Silco used to be friends with him." Those were just some of the things she heard around on the streets. Every sign pointed Vi to believe that the being they were talking about was Vander but she had hugged his corpse, his shimmer infused corpse and she hadn't heard a heartbeat. Was there really a way he could be alive though? She wanted to believe all of but maybe it was just that kid inside of her that wouldn't let go of her dad. Whatever it was, Vi had to see for herself.

She couldn't go around and just grab people to intimidate them and heckle them for information since she was a known enforcer now (admittedly that killed her inside a bit) so Vi went to the first place she knew she could get info: the brothel. Vi kept her head low as she went to speak with Babette and sure enough, the rumors seemed to be true. The fighter was inclined to listen to the old Yordle as she had never steered her wrong in the past but still, Vi wouldn't fully believe anything until she ran into Vander herself. Plus, Babette was one of Vander's friends so if she had heard about all of this, she should know for herself, right?

Vi was told that Vander, or rather Warwick (go figure, he and Powder both opted for name changes) would be after certain people today or was suspected to show up around said people, so Vi dedicated the whole day to staking out around those people in order to catch him. It was a shitty plan, one with not too much thought put into it but Vi was desperate at this point. The sun was almost setting and Vi was about to give up but suddenly, as she walked by a random alley way, the beast appeared out of nowhere and Vi's eyes bugged out of her skull. He looked just like the descriptions she was given, the blueish-purpleish fur stuck out like a sore thumb in the Zaunite haze. The beast had equipment on his back too, which she didn't get quite a good description on what that would look like but it checked out. Another detail that stuck out were the beast's piercing red eyes that glowed with bloodlust.

Vi kept her space just in case Warwick didn't know who she was but everything weighed down on her like a pile of bricks. The fighter's breathing picked up and she was sure her heart was going to explode at the sight of him. Tears began to form in her eyes and although she was internally spiraling, her body seemed to be fairly calm on the outside, perhaps a little fazed but that was it. He looked so different and in pain but she couldn't explain it. She wanted to help, she wanted to run into the beast and give him a hug even though he looked nothing like before but she knew. Vi knew this was her dad. She could feel it in her gut and her heart. "Vander?" She asked quietly. Her voice didn't even sound like her own anymore, it sounded like that broken teenager who would do anything for her family, her father included.

[thetisming]

amatonormativity: a romantic partner should be the most important person in EVERYONE'S life

NOT amatonormativity: MY romantic partner is the most important person in MY life, but i understand this is not the same for other people

allosexnormativity: EVERYONE should have sex and sex is something EVERYONE needs/wants/should want

NOT allosexnormativity: I PERSONALLY enjoy sex and love having sex because it makes ME feel good, but other people dont feel the same and that's okay

platonormativity: having friends is important for EVERYONE and EVERYONE needs/has/should have friends

NOT platonormativity: having friends is important to ME and I PERSONALLY love having friends, but there are people who dont and theres nothing wrong with that

faminormativity (is that the word?): family is important for EVERYONE and EVERYONE needs to have their family

NOT faminormativity: family is important to ME and I PERSONALLY need my family with me, but other people dont feel the same and i understand that

lovenormativity (again, not sure if this is a word): EVERYBODY feels love and there's something wrong wiith you if you dont

NOT lovenormativity: I PERSONALLY feel love and love people, but not everyone does and that's completely okay!

NOT amatonormativity: i dont have friends/have any desire to have friends, i am happy with other relationships/no relationships at all

NOT platonormativity: i dont have any desire to be in a romantic relationships, and i am happy with my platonic relationships

NOT allosexnormativity: i like hooking up with people and having one night stands or friends with benefits

NOT faminormativity: i care about my family deeply and am close with family members

NOT lovenormativity: i feel love for people i care about

it's not normative to personally enjoy something, so long as you respect that other people simply arent like you and aren't going to like the same things as you. taking down normativity is a two way street, allos and aspecs need to do it. support your local aros, aces, apls, afams and other aspecs today! remember to challange all normativities, and to not enforce other normativity by saying how bullshit other normativities are!

nothing is universal. romance is not universal. sex is not universal. friendship is not universal. family is not universal. love is not universal. nothing is universal.

[lantern-icons]

Duck

Flag(s): Progress, lesbian, gay, bi, trans, genderfluid, nonbinary, asexual, and aromantic.

Shape(s): Fluffy circle with sparkles

Requested by: @the-decapod

Anyone can use, credit appreciated but not required.

[puppyeared]

XIN YA MOMENT

[dhampiravidi]

a second chance at death (and happiness)

Achilles had known that he would choose glory over a long life the moment he won his first duel. Granted, that duel had been against Patroclus, who he had already fallen in love with. The two vowed to bathe in the Lethe together once they reached Elysium, so they could have one or more lives together somewhere else. They shared the same heart, so they should share the same adventures.

And then Patroclus died, killed by Hector while wearing Achilles's armor. Achilles had never known grief like that before, and his only comfort was the visit from his beloved's ghost, after he'd tried to bury all his pain with Hector's. When Apollo's arrow, guided by Paris, found its home in Achilles's tendon, he cried out of course, but he was glad. He could tell by the strength of the poison (and how it sapped his own) that it was going to kill him. For a second, he remembered kind Chiron, and his own son Neoptolemus--and he pushed their memories aside. Achilles would be with his missing half as soon as he closed his eyes...

He found himself in the Fields of Asphodel, where he and the other shades, ghosts with hardly any color, wandered aimlessly between plain trees, only able to groan as opposed to talk. With a heavy heart and rage directed at the gods, Achilles sat and wept. Patroclus had gone to Elysium--why wouldn't he?--but Achilles had been damned. It felt like forever before he and all the other shades' attention was drawn to something with an enticing scent that seemed familiar...ah, blood. The thing that landed him in his own personal Hell. But he never expected to see Odysseus, solid and alive in Hades. As soon as he got the chance, Achilles warned the man against dying, explaining his own suffering. Odysseus had always been a person who commanded respect, and yet Achilles did not truly understand why until the hero convinced Lord Aidoneus himself to resurrect Achilles.

The king of Hades would warn Achilles against being impious in any way, but Achilles already knew. He would not mess up his chances at an afterlife (or another life) with Patroclus. And maybe he'd get to see his son after all--according to Odysseus, Neoptolemus should've grown up and married. Achilles had a brief reunion with his mother (a big hug and lots of kisses on his cheeks), then went to join Odysseus.

"I hope I'm not too late," Achilles said, only walking up to the older man once he and his people were done burying their friend. He held out his hand, thankful for the opportunity. Just breathing fresh air felt like a blessing, though it was far from the kind Achilles desired. "You quite literally saved my life. I am in your debt."

@eternaljunkyard

[angusbyrne]

LOCATION: Woodrow House grounds DATE: Sunday, September 4, 2005 Closed starter for @natcliachen

Angus remembered being told at some point in the last week that the past summer in New York was one of the warmest on record—averaging 4.5 degrees higher than normal. September already seemed geared up to take a similar direction. The day of Richard's funeral was clear and sunny, with a projected high of 78 degrees around noon. Milder than August and balmy, it remained the type of weather you dreamed of when you fantasized about the tail-end of summer while you were caught in the dog days of it. Howbeit, it still made Angus flush around the Piqué collar of his shirt.

He only meant to wander off for a tick. Angus feared a smattering of pink would soon pass across his cheekbones or that he'd quickly become incapable of keeping down the hors d'oeuvres. The afternoon was an endless well of thank you for coming and that's an awfully kind thing for you to say and no, he never told me that story, it sounds extremely amusing and where did you say your son would be interning? I'll be sure to keep an eye out for him. Shaking hands, exchanging business cards, nosey questions, getting pat on the arm—he felt like an exposed nerve, poked and prodded and turned over for examination. He simply needed a break.

As he strode across the lawn—that was what he often did: strode—he caught sight of a familiar outline. Natalia. Neat and pretty as a paper doll, a well-trained eye might've caught the tight creases around her eyes. Tired, maybe. Annoyed by what the man in the dark navy suit said to her, most certainly. He couldn't read the man's lips, but he did judge his choice of light brown shoes. That deemed her worthy of extraction on its own, whether or not she requested one. It would be a quick detour. He approached with no lack of confidence, clapping a hand over the shoulder of the man who seemed to show no signs of reining in his passionate gesticulation.

Angus recognized his face immediately. "Macpherson," he started warmly, donning the mask of gracious host quite seamlessly, though, in the last few minutes, his tie had been knocked very slightly askew. "I've been sent to wrangle you of my own volition. Roger Milton and Graham Atterbury are engaged in a relentless debate. They're talking personal consumption expenditures, disposal personal incomes, mortgage rates—what have you." With a hand still on the man's shoulder, he gently and covertly began to turn him in the opposite direction. "Neither economists, of course. You'll have to save them with your expertise."

It was an easier task for him, getting rid of an obnoxious man. He exhaled heavily once the unwanted third party was gone, turning back to Natalia with a near-pleasant expression. The exhaustion started to crack him a bit, but he still had enough goodwill to extend her a compliment. "It's a testament to your mental fortitude that you were not just brought to tears of boredom," he said. Honest. "Tell me—how long did he go on for?"

[eyeless-smiles]

@thecreativeforge | Closed RP

The dig has been going on for about a week, now. And the Corinthian has decided he's not particularly keen on this whole security detail business.

Especially if it means getting barked at by some nobody who calls themselves head of security. And sharing a tent with other mercenaries? The Nightmare wouldn't mind it if they were a bunch of hot young men down to fuck the night away. But at best, maybe two of them are passable by Corinthian's standards. And they're both fucking straight.

And Rashad's out sticking his hands in dirt all day, so why should his lavish tent go to waste? The Corinthian wasted no time in making himself quite at home in the noblemans dwelling. Currently sprawled out on silken sheets like a cat basking in sunlight. Enjoying the lavishness of it all whilst he idlly flicks through the covers of an old tome he found on Rashad's desk. Gawking at the historical inaccuracies mortals have managed to weave about their own pasts.

@thecreativeforge

[irzaozer]

closed starter @samiraxiyer

location: escape artist

He grinned as he watched Samira fiddling with the lock on the ancient Egyptian sarcophagus. Stepping closer to peer at the hieroglyphic clues etched into the stone walls of the tomb-themed escape room, Irza offered some encouragement. "You almost got it." When the lock finally clicked open, he lifted the lid, revealing a series of intricate symbols inside. Tracing his finger along the patterns, Irza furrowed his brow in concentration. The symbols looked familiar. "I think these might be constellations," he said aloud, glancing up at the star-painted ceiling. An idea formed. "Maybe if we align them correctly, it'll reveal the next clue." As they worked together to decipher the celestial map, he smiled. Solving puzzles with her brought back memories of their study sessions back at Stanford. "I'm really glad we could do this. It's been way too long since we had a chance to hang out and catch up."

[elifalvey]

location — expresso yourself.

status — for hank ( @hxnkbrxmson​ ).

Sending the invitation text to Hank had been the easy part. Treading through conversation to find a date and time that worked for the both of them had, surprisingly, also been easy. The impatience that came with waiting for the other to actually show up had been the hard part. Sat in the most secluded corner of the coffee shop, Elijah had been people-watching — or, really, looking at every single person that happened to walk through the front doors, and masking a sigh with another sip of coffee when that person wasn’t Hank. Did he arrive early? Yes, but that still didn’t stop him from being worried that he’d wind up sitting here for nothing. It had been months since Elijah reached out to the other man, and quite frankly, he had no idea if that was okay; he still didn’t really know him that well, and for all he could guess, he was just agreeing to be polite with no actual plans of showing up. Deep down, Elijah knew that he couldn’t really blame him for that if that were the case. He wanted to build a friendship with him, something more genuine than getting blitzed at all the bars in town he could think of, but hadn’t exactly been the best at following through. In an attempt to change that, extending his new-found happiness in other areas of his life, he reached out to him. 

And now, he sat with his coffee half-drank and Hank’s going cold. He was distracted by a notification on his phone when the bell above the front door chimed once more, and Elijah looked up with an almost immediate smile on his face. “Hank, hey! I’m glad you could make it,” he said once the other stepped closer, setting his phone down and pushing the cup of black coffee further towards the open seat. “I, uh — I ordered you a coffee but I have no idea if you drink it, so. You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. It’s just black, there’s some cream cups and those little sugar packets there if you do want to.” He offered a friendly smile. “How have you been?”

[fantasywritten]

@unbearablyindifferent ❤️

“HEY, UH… am I allowed to eat here? I’m not a hunter, but… I’m a cop, if that counts.” Flashing her his badge, he shrugged nonchalantly. If she didn’t let him in, he could always find food somewhere else.

[uzumakichcined]

@kikaichuno

This was, certainly, unfortunate. Having been waiting on an escort to Konoha, Karin had been tasked with giving the reports of the most recent discoveries and notes from her experiments to the Hokage so that they could monitor and obtain further information. A part of the deal she struck with them to pay for her freedom on top of the time she already had served. With the sensitive information no doubt Konoha would send someone out to help escort her seeing as the Sound didn't exactly have many shinobi to spare on a moment's notice.

So when she realized who it was, the sights of his insects in her vision coming before he did, Karin would inwardly groan. The universe had such a way of shoving her with people who clearly didn't like her or people who reminded her of how inept much of her social skills were.

Shifting her weight onto another food, she'd raise her right hand and just the rim of her glasses. " You're here to be my escort? " Karin would ask, part of her hoping he'd say no.

[urfavhasavpd]

rui (project sekai) has avpd and stpd and is a avpd symptom holder in their system!

Rui Kamishiro from Project SEKAI has AvPD and StPD!

He is an AvPD symptom holder in his system!