#(( Thanks for the starter!

[linklewinklewoman]

@patchworkgal Ragatha approaches the farm nervously, Noelle said Linkel was a powerful warrior, so she is expecting some buff giant of a woman.

What Ragatha got was a blonde five foot nothing gal with a cucco roosting on her head. She had harmful of firewood and an axe on her back though. The pile she put them on suggested a long time working.

At seeing the redhead, she paused and offered a smile. "Well hello stranger. You seem like you are new here. Name is Linkle, what is your's?"

[tragedicn]

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders ( from yeonwoo!! )

            this is . . . not like their usual dates at the convenience store  .  not the late night talks just outside his workplace when he's on break and jokingly introducing different food combinations as if they were running a youtube mukbang show  .  they're actually on a DATE . . . a meal  ,  shopping  ,  a movie  (  if they felt like it . . .  )  .  with the dropping temperature as the evening approaches  ,  there was a slight regret from narae for now wearing WARMER clothes  ,  even after her dad nagged her about it  .  unwilling to complain nor make herself look weak  ,  narae opted to suck it up and hoped that moving around would warm her up a bit  ⸻  to no avail  ,  truly . . . they've been walking for a while now and all she feels is cold  .  as if yeonwoo read her mind  ,  when she stopped to browse the items in the window  ,  she feels something drape over her shoulder and she's surrounded by his scent  ⸻  subtle but present  .  looking at yeonwoo  ,  a brow raised at the gesture  ,  narae doesn't decline the gesture  ;  but instead  ,  pulls her arms through the jacket  ,  ❝  wouldn't you be cold then  ??  ❞  she asks  ,  turning her attention to him  .  she feels bad . . . taking a look around the area  ,  ❝  here  ,  ❞  she boldly reaches for his hand and tugs him in the direction of a nearby cafe  ,  ❝  let's go warm up . . . plus my feet is tired now . . . i need a break  ,  ❞  she says  .

[alolynn-heart]

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞ He says as he's literally just laying down and relaxing in the grass on some random hill.

A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS @fxllen-rxse / James

What a coincidence that this was the same random hill Lynn had often climbed across when it came to make her way to one of her preferred spots in Alola. From a top the knoll the edge of the sea side could be spot. And on a quiet day the sounds of waves could be heard crashing against the shore line.

Down there she had always promised her water types they could enjoy themselves to their hearts content. Especially Ariadne. The beloved sharpedo adored the chance to freely swim in the open waters. Even using the time to test out her own hunting skills. It was a break from the usual deliveries. And a chance to pursue some of her intended research.

What she didn't intend was to nearly trip over that familiar rocket grunt. Luckily she did catch herself in time right before inquiring what he was doing lying around in the first place?

"Wait...ehhh.. hold on," she furrowed her brows staring down at James. How was she suppose to react to a comment like that?? He seemed awfully comfortable. But...

"You are choosing this as a spot to die? I certainly hope you aren't being literal. That would make this chance encounter rather awkward, James" she added letting out a sigh as she then crouched down beside him.

"Really now"

[swordluck]

⚘  @kastaegros // cont.

Striped with sheep paths, boiling with rabbit warrens, the crownlands were treacherous underfoot. Even the road churned with mud – caking her boots, clinging thickly to her horse’s feathered legs. Its spreading damp climbed her skirts, high enough to chill her thighs.

Emerging from the shadow of her dapple-coated palfrey, Anri drew back her cloak’s hood to make her greeting, relief washing over her features. She possessed the pinched, sleep-hungry look of one too long left to dream under stars, of one who was lost – as had rightly been supposed.

The man who had chanced upon her was framed by storm-grey skies, bordered by clouds fat with rain. Knightly in appearance and speech, he could have walked from the pages of a folktale. Anri could only hope and trust he was as gentlemanly as he seemed at the first impression.

“I fear I have lost my bearings,” she admitted with a small, translucent smile. As she spoke, her horse tossed its broad head, its forelock damp-dark and clinging. Anri was quick to smooth a hand over the silvery pillar of its neck, to stroke beneath the warm, coarse curtain of its mane. “I should be grateful for your escort to the city. If it is no trouble to you, good sir. Are bound in that same direction?”

[papermint-at-your-service]

"papermint. have you found anything useful for me?" vox is here, ready for an update of any kind from his assistant. a glass of wine is offered to the other, turquoise orbs staring him down in the midst of magical essence where his television head would usually be. // ( hope this works for you! attire ref )

Papermint jumped a fraction out of his skin when Vox spoke, previously having lost himself in watching people dance and laugh so he wasn't exactly aware of the others approach until he spoke.

"Oh! Sir! I uh...well..." He gratefully took the glass of wine from Vox, liking to be able to have something in his hands to play with. "So, I've made contact with a recently fallen sinner called Adam. He was pretty nervous about coming to the event, probably hasn't made many friends in his time on Earth so may be worried about people recognising him since he's also looking to change his name. I gave him my card so he could contact me when he needs help, possibly could rope him into working for us but don't yet have a grasp on what position would be a good fit for him yet."

Finding more employees for Vox was fairly high on his personal to do list since that meant more space between himself and the lowest earners, which was a category he did not ever want to find himself in. One of the reasons he made sure to collect and gather as much information as possible so he always had at least something to give Vox. Trying to make himself indespensable so to speak.

"Also spoke with Husk, thought that perhaps it would be useful to try to get close to him to see if we can get more information on the Radio Demon. Then also made an aquaintance with Cain Morningstar which might get us an in with the king." He took a sip of wine.

"How has your evening been Sir?"

(Papermint's outfit.)

[tragedicna]

@loreconcepts  /  refusing care.

this is nothing new.

            ❝  not for you  .  it is for me  .  ❞  ———  the vidyadhara stares at the rather emotionless man  ,  unfazed by the injury he sustained  .  were all stellaron hunters like this  ??  passive and dull  .  a wry grimace twists at dan heng's lips  ,  ❝  i'm going to go get a healer . . . don't move  ,  ❞  he demanded  ,  looking around for bailu or another of the alchemy commission  .  dan heng and the express may not get along with the stellaron hunters nor elio  ,  but that didn't mean that none of them didn't have a heart  ,  that they didn't care for others  .  call them soft — hearted  .  but as much as they are enemies  ,  the hunters were also PEOPLE and that's what dan heng cared about more right now  .  the person  .

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts. suggested by judgementdaysunshine

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i haven't felt like this in a very long time.

i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there.

you stepped in when you didn't need to.

for once in my life, i feel safe.

this place gives me a good feeling.

i feel safe in your arms.

it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares.

i could get used to this.

i won't let anything happen to you.

you make me feel safe.

you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that.

no one's ever stood up for me like that before.

my whole life has been filled with conflict and pain. not anymore.

maybe i'll finally know peace with you.

we deserve an easy life.

you're my port in the storm.

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe.

you know me. i don't let my guard down for just anyone.

something changed to make me feel this way.

you're safe here with me.

they won't come after you, and if they do? they'll have to go through me.

it feels nice, being here with you.

you make me feel like i can accomplish anything.

i can be myself with you.

we're looking out for you.

you won't judge me for the things i say.

just stay here a while, if you don't mind.

so this is what safety feels like.

i can finally breathe again.

nothing can touch you while i'm here.

you can go back to sleep. it's safe.

no one will hurt you anymore.

my life is in your hands.

promise me you won't abandon me?

i'll be right here when you wake up.

you taught me how to protect myself.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence

[ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shield receiver from danger

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

[ choose ] sender has plenty of options on where to sit in a crowded space, but chooses to sit directly beside receiver

[ reassurance ] in a tense moment, sender takes one of receiver's hands to hold

[ stay here ] sender guides receiver to a safe place and tells them to wait there while they deal with a problem

[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense

[ home ] sender shows receiver their new home

[ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare

[scribz-ag24]

partner calls out grovyle over that teeny tiny detail he forgot to explain about the plan to save the planet.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR FAKE DATING & GOING UNDERCOVER *  assorted dialogue for muses going undercover as a couple and having to maintain the illusion that they're dating, and all the chaos, feelings, and whatnot that come with it, suggested by dollhidden, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

come on. at least pretend that you like me.

if we hold hands, that'll sell the illusion even more.

what petnames do you think we'd use if we were actually dating?

please don't make this too difficult on me.

stop letting go of my hand.

you're going to pay for this later.

that was way too close of a call.

[petname]? that's what we're going with?

could you at least look like you like me for an hour? is that so hard?

admit it. i'm not half bad.

didn't think i would enjoy this as much as i am.

did you take acting classes growing up?

excuse me! i'm just trying to sell the illusion!

do you think they bought it?

you don't look like you love me. you look like you're constipated.

way to lay it on thick. i think you might have done too good of a job.

pretend to laugh at one of my jokes.

i guess i didn't expect you to dress up for this. i'm impressed.

you know, if you treated me like that on the regular, i might actually start falling in love with you.

they have to believe we're together. how hard can it be?

quick, pretend like you're about to kiss me.

you clearly care more about the tiny appetizers than you do me.

i'm just here for the free champagne.

you clean up nice.

that honestly wasn't as bad as i thought it would be.

they're looking over here. quick, say something funny.

that... was surprisingly smooth of you.

you don't date much, do you?

we should pretend to date more often.

hey! my eyes are up here!

shit, they're coming. kiss me.

ACTION PROMPTS all of these are written as if both parties are fake dating and going undercover at some specified event, but feel free to add your own scenarios if you'd like!

[ hand ] sender quickly takes receiver's hand in public to avoid getting caught

[ waist ] sender quickly slides an arm around receiver's waist in public to avoid getting caught

[ propose ] sender stages a dramatic fake proposal to further sell their relationship to the crowd, catching receiver completely off guard

[ fake fight ] sender and receiver stage a coordinated fake fight/messy breakup in front of the crowd

[ kiss ] realizing they need to sell their relationship to an important person/people, sender and receiver kiss for the first time

[ coat ] noticing receiver is cold, sender gives them their coat

[ entrance ] sender and receiver approach the entrance of the secret event and discuss their plans for selling their fake relationship to the crowd

[ slip away ] sender slips away from receiver in order to take a break from pretending, and receiver goes to find them

[ off limits ] sender and receiver are exploring an off limit portion of the event space, get caught, and are forced to try to explain how they got lost

[ the big kiss ] to conceal the fact that they're exploring an off limit portion of the event space, sender kisses receiver dramatically once they're caught

[ introduce ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to a very important (and potentially dangerous) person at this event

[ family ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to their family, who just so happens to also be at the event

[ lost ] sender loses receiver in the crowd and rushes to relocate them before their cover is blown

[ flirt ] when someone else shows interest in receiver, sender steps in and makes it clear they're "taken"

[ exit ] sender and receiver have successfully accomplished their goal, and now must sneak out of the event as covertly as possible

[ spill ] sender accidentally spills their drink on receiver and rushes them to the restroom to clean them up

[ private ] in a brief moment of privacy between the two fake daters, sender admits to receiver that they don't think receiver is as bad as they thought

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[gncrezan]

a recent commission i did of griffin + mc from @infamous-if !!! <3

[unfinishedjulyrain]

Trust was something that should not be easily given yet a lot of people threw it around as if it was no delicate matter. Gin made sure to remain cautious around most - fortunately, he was able to let his guard down around Arata, his expression exposing his sincerity. "Don't worry about me keeping it a secret, I have enough of my own," Gin chuckled, "I'll let you lead the way,do you think we can outrun the rain?" With both hands in his pockets, he tilted his head, curious as to what would come next.

"Can we keep it a secret?" Arata gave the other the most pleading of looks. For some reason, he often found himself successful with doing so and he hoped today, it wouldn't be any different with @unfinishedjulyrain. "I promise I'll make it up to it! You are one of my top favorite people after all, and I trust you," he continued sincerely. "I promise, I will explain later! Now, let's first get somewhere more comfortable. What's with all of the rain?" It didn't rain yet but his instinct was telling him that would change any second now.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR ROCKSTARS, ACTORS, AND CELEBRITIES *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i just got ambushed by a horde of photographers.

think we could slip in the back without being noticed?

i don't like to draw attention to myself.

tonight's the big premiere.

i was born to be on stage.

it's too late. i'm front page news.

tonight's the biggest show of my life.

no one told me fame would be like this.

they're all shouting my name, but they don't know me. not really.

i hate saying no to fans.

so many people look up to me. i can't let them down.

i don't think i can go up there and sing tonight.

if i can help just one person, it's worth it.

let's take the private jet this weekend.

someone told the media i'd be here.

i'm wearing a disguise. don't you like it?

if we could make it out of here without being seen, that would be ideal.

don't let them get a photo of me.

how many bodyguards does one person need?

i don't know, my schedule's pretty packed enough as it is.

how did i sound? did i sound okay?

we're running late for our mic check.

i don't want to go on stage tonight.

that was the longest standing ovation i've ever seen in my life.

they're looking forward to seeing you perform.

you've earned this.

don't let the fame get to your head.

no one knows the real me.

we are now "instagram official."

the gossip websites have it all wrong.

how does it feel, dating a world-famous celebrity?

never take this job seriously.

someone spotted me last night leaving your house.

they're going to write endless articles about us.

i didn't do this for the fame.

that was the worst interview of my life.

where did they get that photo of me?

ACTIONS AND SETTINGS these are very generic on purpose so you can adapt them to whatever kind of celebrity your muse is. please adjust as necessary and specify 'reverse' if needed

[ dressing room ] sender finds receiver in their dressing room minutes before a big performance

[ red carpet ] sender and receiver make their first public appearance as a couple on the red carpet

[ thanks ] while sender wins an award, they find receiver's eyes in the crowd and thank them for their support (and make a dramatic love confession, perhaps?)

[ crowd ] while sender is on stage, performing, they lock eyes with receiver in the crowd and continue to find them throughout the performance, offering smiles and winks their way

[ sign ] sender signs something for receiver

[ selfie ] sender and receiver take a photo together

[ protect ] sender protects receiver in a sea of photographers and fans as they race to safety

[ speech ] sender gives a speech and mentions receiver

[ dedicate ] sender is about to sing a song, and dedicates it to receiver in the crowd

[ gossip ] sender and receiver find an article written about them that suggests they might be a couple, as they were seen together recently

[ fans ] sender watches receiver interact with their fans and sees how sweet and generous they are to their supporters

[ standing ovation ] sender and receiver receive a standing ovation for their performance

[ celebrate ] sender is waiting backstage for receiver and greets them with a huge hug after their achievement/performance

[ flowers ] sender brings receiver a bouquet of flowers to celebrate their latest achievement/performance

[ champagne ] sender douses receiver in a spray of champagne to celebrate their achievement/performance

[ gesture ] while in the middle of their performance, sender makes a gesture of love to receiver that only they can identify

[ photographers ] sender and receiver hide from the paparazzi as they make a pubic outing together

[ reserve ] sender reserves a public space for just them and receiver, and they get to wander the space alone without the public or photographers bothering them

[ jet set ] sender and receiver take a private jet

[ comfort ] before a big performance, sender comforts receiver and reassures them they'll be amazing

[kusanagihaku]

hopping on the trend so sinostra #StarterPackNoAI!! .𖥔 ݁ ˖

[voiddragoncat]

Pokémon doodles from memory #1

[infinitie]

A third of Satoru expected to find Suguru out here. Another third hoped that he wouldn’t, yet the last third of him that still grappled with his loss hoped that he would. Seeing him meant that he was well – or, at least, well as one could say Suguru was given his usual state. He was alive in this foolishness and as much as Satoru hoped that for his sake that he’d change his mind, he knew that he was set in his ways and didn’t want to - couldn’t, for that matter - push him otherwise, as much as he recited the scene in his mind.

“Suguru.” Satoru greets him in turn, his voice guarded in an equally practiced manner. It'd taken a while to get to this point. Maybe if they'd come across each other sooner, Satoru might've sounded more vulnerable.

“I take you’re after a curse yourself.” He hasn’t found the curse yet, perhaps distracted by the presence of his old friend’s cursed energy made manifest. They must be chasing the same target if he's made note of it.

Satoru’s hands remain at his side, though, twitching, as if considering the idea of going through with the execution order that hadn't yet lifted on Suguru’s head… but they both know that Satoru could never pull it off, so it remains a mere suggestion in his mind that unpleasantly replays.

“You have a lot of nerve getting out,” Satoru remarks, remaining in place trying to maintain a casual stance and allowing Suguru to approach. But if there's anything predictable about Suguru, it's his audacity. It's the one thing that Satoru still finds himself admiring to this day.

“It’s not any of your business what I'm doing out here or what the curse is up to. Don't you have some kind of establishment to take care of?” Establishment, cult. Whatever it is that Suguru would call it. Satoru doesn't want to care, though he'd be lying to himself if he didn't find himself thinking about it – what Suguru was up to with it, how many curses and people he managed to rope in. All because Satoru let it get to that point. “Stay out of my way.” Despite these words, his delivery isn't as cold as he hoped it would be.

@einshi

summer uncoils memories, a sleeping python and its gaping mouth hovering in the back of his mind.

it was hot back then, too, heat oozing off the concrete. white shirts sticking to their bodies, the deafening, mournful cry of the cicadas, hair that’s too damp and unruly to keep together. as his steps take him further into the mountain, these recollections cease to gnaw at him, the endless stream finally settling into something that he’s not quite sure can be called peaceful stillness or momentary subjugation: the knot in his stomach tells him it’s the latter.

suguru barely flinches when satoru’s shape comes to view, shadowed by the leaves moving like fish in the water. it only adds to the hermetic sensation that’s been following him since the first moment he sensed the familiar cursed energy roaming about. instinct is cyclical, a silent baring of teeth, ebbing away the closer his feet took him to where satoru stood unbothered.

bear it with dignity, right up until the reminiscence begins to touch the raw-edged remnants of feelings long expired. his voice is serene, divested of the practiced theatrics of a false deity, and perhaps the most sincere he’s ever been in the past months.

“ satoru! ” voice feather-like, it surprises him that every syllable tastes the same rolled around his tongue, easy as though time was nonexistent. each invisible stitch seeks to replicate the ease and form by which satoru knew him — his original imperfection, as suguru remembered it. it comes to naught. their features are sharper, their bodies taller, broader, and the scent of their cursed energy honed in a way that told suguru about the curses that lay crushed beneath satoru’s feet.

a sigh of relief, then, disguised by his relaxed posture. i suppose i don’t have to worry, we’re still on opposing sides. “ i’ll make a risky assumption and say that i’m not the target this time. what about the curse? have you squashed it yet?”

@infinitie