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[sloanexlawson]

closed starter for @chloeanurak

the last person that sloane expected to see was chloe. at least, not in finishing touches but she assumed if she was here then there was a particular reason for it because this really wasn't the type of place to just browse. sloane didn't at all hate chloe but things between them hadn't exactly ended on good terms and if she were being honest, she wasn't looking forward to how awkward things were about to be. clearing her throat as the other approached the counter, a sigh followed. "find everything you need?" she questioned, giving the other a tight lipped smile.

[blindspct]

closed starter for @mccntower ft. gretchen & utp!!

gretchen hadn't seen the other in years. they grew up together, always being that other person she could lean on whenever her brother wasn't around and she often thought about him and wondered how he was doing nowadays but she was always worried it would be a little weird since the two hadn't spoke in so long. regardless of that, she was looking forward to seeing him again in the midst of all the wedding planning. a smile appeared on her face when she noticed him walk in for the rehearsal dinner, "hey," she spoke, tucking some of her brunette hair behind her ear. "long time, no see right? how have you been?"

[malka-lisitsa]

Starter for @painofhumanity (Tom)

Since the moment she saw him. Katherine has had mixed feelings. At first she thought Stefan was just off, but that wasn't the case. Because it wasn't Stefan. Something she quickly learned upon closer inspection. He not only felt different in presence but as it turns out he's simply a distant relative of Stefan in the Salvatore line....

So how was he identical?

Logically the conclusion was the same as how Elena was identical to Katherine. He had to be a doppelganger. Which opened a lot of doors and even more mixed feelings about this 'Tom'.

Katherine had expected the mixed feelings honestly, but she hadn't expected them to be this intense. She NEEDED to know him. She wanted to see who this person was that wore Stefan's face and she NEEDED to find out everything she could about him.

Luckily it seemed like he was drawn to Elena almost the same way she had been drawn to Stefan. Which was convenient for her since they share a face, and shes a damn good actress.

"Hey, I didn't think I'd see you at the grill today." Katherine Elena smiled as she approached and sat down opposite of him in the booth.

[dhampiravidi]

Ius in bello (Law of War)

She knew going in that it was going to be hard. Back when he had prowled the streets, gun owned by the Russians, “Artemis Kelly” kept her ass at least a football field away from Baba Yaga territory. But then, no one talked about him anymore—at least, not in the present tense. There wasn’t the same fear hanging in the air when someone spoke the name “John Wick”. So after she’d gotten at least fifteen years or so of experience under her belt, she went for the big one.

She couldn’t get him using a sight. His house was on flat land, with a long driveway. So she’d have to grit her teeth and take one for the team (not that she had a team to speak of).

Fuck, he was good. She’d gone at him the moment he let her in (since she needed to use the bathroom so badly), and seven minutes later she was taking cover behind his kitchen island, holding one of her last knives. Jas’s tactical gear was supposed to be hidden under a sweatshirt and loose yoga pants, but the rips in her clothes said otherwise.

And then there was the sound of tires, a quarter of a mile away. When did he have time to call in reinforcements?

@deathtransformed

[tofeelthecold]

@embvrzaldrizes hit the heart.

"You certainly shouldn't be here. What are you doing?" Aemond asked as he looked at the other.

[hecatombi]

@spookyagentfmulder // x

It wasn't every day that Vash went into bars for anything other than plant maintenance checks. Yeah, maybe he'll have a drink or two every now and then -- but, just as he'd always done, his first instinct when arriving to any new place is to scout the shadiest bar out. The one furthest from the cops, or normal civilians -- anyone who would turn him in.

Or, at least .. that's what he had been doing for as long as he can remember. Visit a town, check their water supply, fix their plants. Spend a day scouting out the shops, avoid the people so they don't get hurt. Leave. Find a new town. Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat. The endless deserts of Gunsmoke had been familiar to him for one hundred forty nine years. it's all he'd ever known since the great crash, too. And anything he knew about Earth, about plant life -- he either knew it from Luida or Rem, and he was always told that Earth had become a wasteland.

So, then --

Why now had he awoken on a planet so similar to Earth? Where was he? He can't even remember how he got here, or why there's so many people, or why the city streets are .. decidedly less higher tech than he's used to; if he didn't know any better, he'd almost say this WAS Earth. But, that wasn't possible -- it was supposed to be gone, wasn't it?

Then again, he knows more than anything that despite the weird vibes he's getting, and how out of place he feels, he must stay calm. Irrationality leads to dark places, and though it was tempting to freak out, he'd only JUST gotten here. He needs to familiarize himself with his surroundings, keep a keen, observant eye on everything going on. Maybe it was just a new place he'd never seen before on Gunsmoke, where they just HAPPENED to not have any sand or worms or endless bloody red oceans from where he could see. Then, it was time to do what he always did. Check out the nearest bar, and get the low down on just where he was. Shouldn't prove all THAT difficult, right?

... Ultimately, it took longer than Vash would like to admit to find a bar. There was no real clear cut signs, and this place was so colorful and vibrant that it almost felt overwhelming. The place wasn't made of the typical Gunsmoke building materials; nothing here felt as rustic. It looked kind of retro to him, with patrons all in equally bright clothings and chattering away to each other.

The thing that was sounding alarm bells more and more, though, was the fact that nobody really turned to look at him. Granted, he was still kind of condensed, as to not freak out the other humans in the bar -- but even so, he stood at a hefty six foot five in said form. And yet, while he was pretty tall, there seemed to be other humans his size, too? Usually, he'd stick out like a sore thumb from that alone, and from his signature bright red coat, but here .. that doesn't seem to be the case at all.

How.. very, very strange.

Well, alright. Might as well try to find a seat.

So, that he does. After gazing all around the establishment, he sees one open seat -- with a man sitting in one side of the booth, and the other completely empty. He seemed to be drinking alone -- and though Vash couldn't tell you why, he felt drawn to him. Keeping his head hung a little low, Vash weaved his way through people with inhuman fluidity -- and once he got to Mulder's table, he knocked gently.

"Auhhhmmm..." Vash sheepishly smiled, brows knit upwards ever so slightly. Scritching the back of his neck, and with a slightly nervous laugh, he shoots his shot. Hopefully, his smile was gentle enough to not be offputting in any kind of way.. "Excuse me, is this seat taken? I can't find anywhere else to sit, so ..."

[dimensionalspades]

. Books never just went missing. It was unthinkable! Preposterous! And yet, the empty spot on the bookshelf where the text was supposed to be haunted him.

. Worse still, stealing a book on demons- dangerous stuff in the hands of mortals who couldn't even fathom what damage they could actually do. Much like that of Agnes Nutter's prophecies, some of the books Aziraphale kept had genuine power, and Sieglund Arantis' Encyclopedia of Demonic Spells and Conjurations was one of them. Add to that the absolute gall to rob an angel and Aziraphale had several fold reasons to be upset.

. And, an excuse to call upon Crowley had never laid so openly in his lap.

. He'd asked the demon to meet at Nina's shop, now sitting with scones and a cup of tea, anxiously checking the windows for sign of the bentley or Crowley himself.

@storyandscng

[vsagis]

@explodcor 💚'd for a starter

“So, how is it?” Of course it would be this question, asked with that unmistakable, excited smile, that Izuku would ask the first thing upon seeing his friend. No hello, no how have you been, Kacchan?, curiosity taking over from the start.

But then again, what else could be expected from Izuku? Even after everything he went through, after everything their whole class experienced, his enthusiasm remained the same.

“I heard you just got back from your first serious mission! What were you doing there? I mean—Are you allowed to tell?”

[walkswastes]

        Gomorrah was always a fun stop on The Strip. There was always something or someone new to enjoy.  Plus, it didn’t have a lot of uppity pretenses a lot of the other casinos had in New Vegas. Careful eyes scanned around; for someone to catch her interest. It was then her eyes settled on a rather interestingly dressed ghoul. There was always something fascinating about an old-fashioned cowboy.

         “Well, howdy there partner,” Ophelia sauntered over to him. Smile played on naturally pink lips. She looked like one of those old-fashioned pin-ups, especially in her Pre-War dress that’s only moderately singed. Blonde hair done in fashionably curls. What stood out against her kempt visage was the rather prominent scar on the side of her forehead from a gunshot wound. “Haven’t seen ya’ ‘round these parts before. Can I buy ya’ a drink?”'

☢ ╼  PROMISED STARTER! | @bucketofdrugs

[queenhells]

the queen, while not partaking in the sin of gluttony too often, has always had a fondness for her fellow queen. (though, not in the literal sense, the point still stood.) regardless, lilith has always liked beezelbub. always liked the parties she's thrown, always enjoyed her lively company, even on her darkest days. lilith takes a guess that beezelbub was not one for formalities, so she sheds them for now: ❝ your beauty never, ever scared me. ❞

@gluttonybound attended a showing! ⤷ mary on a cross, ghost.

[getsusekaii]

denji and social situations got along like two things that just very much don't get along. he hadn't wanted to attend this event, sit on a stuffy plane for hours with screaming children, or the back of his seat giving him the worst massage in the history of ever due to said screaming kid resorting to kicking it. the only thing that made up for the horrid plane flight was the five star hotel he was being put up in, and the amazing buffet spread that was rumored to be there. if nothing could make denji feel better, a full stomach would surely do the thing.

except aki — the good manager for denji that he is — prohibit him from eating anything after he showered and put on his suit out of fear he would get food all over it. six hours later, denji can physically feel his stomach trying to eat itself out, thus resulting in a pissy attitude as all he wanted to do was eat; he is a mukbang influencer for fucks sake. cut to now; he has a plate of food in his hand already piled on with food, but he just had to sample a bit of everything while he was up here. it would be a pain in the ass to make several trips back and forth to get his fill. plus, what if he missed out on something because it got eaten up? denji would be beside himself.

however he couldn't just bask in the one joy that would make this trip worth it. no; instead, as he was moving over to the next dessert table, he felt like he ran into a wall. two matching 'oofs' resounded, denji's hold on his rather heavy plate flipped, spilling food everywhere; devastation never felt so palpable before in his life. he sees a pair of shoes — glad to know he hadn't stupidly ran into a wall — and follows those long legs up, up to a stain on a suit, then up at a rather good looking yet surprised man. denji has no idea who this man is at all, never mind he can barely see his face through that long fringe in his face, but who cares; this idiot just made him drop his food.

denji explodes almost immediately, “what the fuck dude? watch where you're fucking goin'. you made me drop my food!” he knows he shouldn't be yelling, distantly remembering aki asking him to just behave for once (why he let him loose at the buffet line at his leisure), but he can't help it. so much food gone to waste because this idiot couldn't move his ass out of the way. “what are ya, stupid? you ain't see me here or somethin'?”

@smilemuse / influencer au starter

[blindspct]

closed starter for @ofmymanymuses ft. nickolai & utp!!

nickolai wasn't at all an inconsiderate person but when he was in the zone, he was completely focused on his drums and nothing else around him. so, no. he hadn't realized what time it was and really, he wouldn't have even noticed the banging on the door if it hadn't been so persistent. pushing himself up from his stool, he headed toward the door and swung it open to reveal the tired woman in front of him. "i-hi," he smiled slightly, eyes focused on her face. "is it my drums you're here about?"

[adoratixns]

closed starter: @spicecbinet

there was a small baggy in his hand, and it was all too telling of what it contained, but luckily they were in his apartment. jordan's safehaven for his illicity activites. as he was reaching to put it in the others palm, blue eyes look between the others gazes and shrugs his shoulders . "same as last time."

[dhampiravidi]

he just wanted some plums

Hestia was running a simple errand. She was undercover, wearing a short purple wig over her tied-back natural hair as she walked through the streets. Her mission was coming to a close--within the next few days, she'd be helping to take down a group that was forcibly altering people with cybernetics just to see how they'd work. She felt good. But Stitch, her childlike symbiote, needed chocolate. If he didn't get the phenethylamine it contained...well, he might start craving people. Literally. So, Hestia left her dumpy apartment that served as her temporary HQ, went to the store, &--

"Oh! Sorry!" She ran into a strong, muscular chest & Stitch automatically hissed, feeling threatened. The symbiote began to surface, covering Hestia's hand with his indigo skin. She shoved her hand in her pocket to hide it & looked up to see if the person she'd run into had noticed. Her grey eyes went wide.

James Buchanan Barnes, The Winter Soldier.

@delightindarkness

[tofeelthecold]

@changxlingfae hit the heart.

"For fucks sake," Johnny muttered before looking up at the other. "No, I'm sorry I have somewhere to be maybe try the desk?"

[neshionals]

Setting: Lina’s and Alex’ hut . Local time: March 11th, 01:09

@lina-delgado​

“Things are always BETTER in the MORNING.“ - Harper Lee

This felt a lot worse than he had intended it to feel, really. He knew what was happening, and it certainly didn’t feel great. He had learned about this in med school and seen it happen to patients -  before a wound gets properly infected and you need antibiotics to save the patient from getting severe side effects, they will catch a fever. And that was exactly what was currently happening to his body, about 48 hours after he’d gotten injured. He’d woken up slumped over his working desk in the doctor’s hut, left arm tingling and the wound burning. He’d been so sweaty that he’d fought to remove his shirt, but when he tried to stand up, his body had given up on him. He had sat for too long, his legs giving out as he slumped forward against the wall. This wasn’t just a slight fever, he had a good immune system - and said system was fighting off some serious bacteria right now. Nesh groaned, his fingers gripping onto the wall, and he tried to collect whatever he needed. He paused when he looked at the little alcohol he had left, but what good of a use would it be if their only surgeon couldn’t use it anymore? He took the bottle, pushed the door open and dimmed the light. 

Nausea spread in his stomach as he was fighting off the dizziness, but the fresher air of the night did him some good. Then maybe go seek one of your other hoes. The words feel better on his tongue as they echo through his mind. The skin around the bite marks is aching and red, just like Tomas’ wound was before he came to be patched up. Fuck, he wants to say, but he uses his energy for walking instead. It’s not that far, but the door is locked, and he slumps against the doorframe right after banging his fist against the door. He says nothing, afraid that she won’t open, which she has all right to, but he needs her. Needs her help. 

Then maybe go seek one of your other hoes. Why would he ever say that to her? Non-fever Nesh was so stupid, so dumb for refusing her. Unless you think someone else should check up on my injuries instead. NO? He most definitely did not want that. But he had avoided being around the doctor’s hut, rather going where help was needed, knowing she would be fine - it had been an excuse to see her, talk to her, touch her. There was so much heat- thoughts of Lina- thoughts of Lina doing things- being close- so much heat.

“Adelina, sweetest seastar.”, he croaked out when finally, the door opened. Heat was radiating off his body and he slumped forward slightly, but his grip on the doorframe steadied him, “Ordered a stripper?”