#Hello hello!!

[gotchibam]

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[ver0sha]

@valorums liked for a starter.

Growing up, Verosha was sheltered away from the Republic, from anything other than the coven. Her mother had spoken of far off planets and how they were meant for women like her and, therefore, Verosha or Mae-ho. Coruscant was a culture shock even after many years. There was always something new. Exciting and new. And like most times, Osha couldn't contain her emotions - good or bad. Her excitement was palpable as she lingered in the crowds at the Opera House of Coruscant.

"You were -- wow!" Osha youthfully exclaimed, the young Padawan all smiles and starry eyes as she spoke to the prima ballerina... or was it prima donna? She was still learning all these new terms. "You are very skilled." Not talented, even Osha knew that everything on that stage was more than talent. It was training much like her own training.

[vampsickle]

OMG VAMPSICKLE HELLO!!! I hope all has been well for you, so happy to see your okay. I was worried for a while :) Very happy to see you back hope your taking care of yourself 💗

hehe hi!!! i’m not dead or anything <3 having a job and also going to school was incredibly draining so i was just … So stressed. but i’m here! yahoo!!

[yourfavvgal]

helllooo skinidi snidikki!

helllllloooooo😛😛😛

how are you on this beautiful day !!! 😛

YIPPPEEE

[labyrintherim]

raspberry, charcoal, lilac, lemon!!!

hello hello arc, thank you!!

for you, raspberry, lilac!, apricot, sapphire!!

[bcnes-archived]

@starfleetsxvulcan sent ⚡ ( storm - our muses have to take shelter in a storm ) from the trope starter call.

He could almost claim it's just like Georgia, if the raindrops in Georgia were the size of his head. Suffice it to say any thrill of seeing an honest-to-god thunderstorm after ages spent cooped up in a flying tin can is a bit diminished by that little detail - and the small fact that they almost certainly won't be able to get their shuttle full of geological samples off the ground at all in weather like this.

"You're the science officer," McCoy grouses, surveying the squall from just a couple of feet away from the cave's entrance. The orange-tinted clouds still provide some light to see, more than their devices can offer, so at least they're not hunkered down in complete darkness. But he's still sopping wet from their sprint for shelter, so his mood is hardly lifted. "You're telling me you couldn't've predicted this storm before we almost got blown away?"

Maybe it's an unfair question. Spock's not psychic ( though at times it seems like he might as well be what with the telepathy thing Vulcans have got going on ). But griping at him is a well-worn habit by now and it almost makes him feel better.

[stevens-lemonboyfriend]

LEMON... This is important...

Do you want to be part of my FNF Dsaf confessions mod???? Please keep it a secret from Modred (I want it to be a surprise)

- Matt Virginia anon trying to see if I got all the anons

Yep yep!! That sounds totes gnarly!

[urias-beast]

My maid has escaped. Find her. Bring her to me - alive. I need to punish her myself.

Her voice had always made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Even with the cracks in her armor that he’d been able to perceive when his wits were about him, he knew better than to cross her. Even so…taking orders from Mother Miranda was a command to be obeyed outright. Taking orders from Heisenberg was a brotherly sport. Taking orders from her? Seldom did she ask him for anything…

Yet who was he to question? She was a Lord, and even more, she was offering him a hunt. Even if it couldn’t end in blood and a victorious devouring of what was caught, it would still be a chase; a cacophonous pursuit of bellows and howls. He would take her order then, and be off with a raucous roar, gathering his brethren for a sporting hunt.

[angelxcainn]

THATS IT U R FRIEND!

“WE ACCEPT!!”

“…Ouch..As I was saying.. we would love too dear.”

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[trollamulet]

" Your flesh smells tainted. Human, but not."

" human - i've not been human for a while. what do you do when you sacrifice your humanity and do everything to try and save the world, leaving you not of human flesh and blood but living stone? and when you do return to human form, you feel wrong, too small, not right."

"fitting i'd smell tainted."

[w0lf9an9]

— (@irrwicht liked for a starter!)

"I'm looking for something." Max stated, hands tucking into his pockets as he stared down the other in the darkness of night. He had a bad feeling about this - analyzed it from all sides and admitted it was dumb. Getting involved with the Roppongi Six was stupid. But he was desperate, yearning to try to find something to break this curse of his. "Can you help me find it?"

[normaltothemax]

"Should I go?" [barney to clint? also hello friend ^^;]

Should he go? It was a good question that Clint wasn't sure he knew the answer to.

Truthfully, he'd forgotten Barney was coming. Had been sitting alone (well, with Lucky) in the dark, drowning himself in cheap beer and his own misery. How many had he had now? Without moving from his reclined position on the couch, he glanced at the couple of empties sitting on the coffee table. Not enough, he determined. He could still count them just fine, could still see straight and think clearly, could still feel the ache of his most recent injuries.

He sighed, leaned forward to brace his forearms on his thighs, a half-full bottle held between his knees by just his fingertips. It'd fall if he wasn't careful. His free hand came up to rub at the back of his neck, before he shook his head. "Nah. You came all the way here. Can stay if you want." He shrugged, gestured to the fridge. "Feel free to grab a beer. Grab me another one, too, while you're at it." He sounded tired, even to his own ears.

Not once did he meet his brother's eyes.

@dramatisperscnae (x)

[wildlcck]

ARTHUR (@pursued-by-a-memory): [ SHIELD ] (sender catches hold of receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety) x

her mind had been wandering to dangerous, bittersweet territory again. as it does, on these quieter, slower days. so too had she, haunted haunting aimlessly, towns and faces and talk and persons blurring into one big, pointless, senseless mass. unbeknown to her, one of the gentlemen she'd earlier had the displeasure of dealing with- an opportunity gone south- had been tailing her for some time now. her daydreaming is shattered at the touch of a hand on her shoulder and in a heartbeat, she's whirling 'round, ready to- ❛ get your hand offa me before i stick it- ❜ then, there's a glimpse- doubt, at first. confusion. then, recognition. and remembrance- in her narrowed, sharp eyes, before she takes advantage of this interruption, lunging forward and dealing a harsh strike to their company's temple, swift and efficient, with the handle of her revolver. she watches him crumple to the ground with some satisfaction, before spitting on his lifeless form. just to add insult to injury. ❛ arthur morgan?! as i live and breathe... ❜ with a disbelieving little laugh and a warm smile, she gives his shoulder a rough pat, before drawing him into a fond, glad embrace. ❛ all this time... an' we're still dealin' with pests, huh? how the hell have you been? ❜ she prises a blade from their unconscious companion's clutches, peering at and admiring the detail on the handle, before offering it to arthur. ❛ here you go- a little somethin' to mark the occasion. it ain't like he's in a position to argue. serves him right, too- the fool should've known better than to bring a knife to a gunfight. or, pick a fight with me... what do you say we leave this son of a bitch to stew in his own piss and go get ourselves a drink? i'd say we've earned it. do we got some catchin' up to do... ❜

[talentforlying]

@shivcomplex: 'absolute honesty' sounds like 'total crap', to me. — HOW TO BE EATEN STARTERS

' and all the lies an' bollocks sound just as fresh as daisies, is that it? weird fuckin' way to live. '

yeah, he's dancing around the accusation of dishonesty — because, well, he's not actually being fucking honest — but it's not like he doesn't mean it. these posh types with their sycophants, their suck-ups, their power-playing politics that are only called politics because everyone thinks that with enough money, a corporation becomes a world — do they accept anything at face value? is this one a good read, or habitually paranoid?

not like he wouldn't say the exact same thing, if someone swanned up with a similar offer. he shrugs, taking a drag of his silk cut and letting the smoke out in the vague silhouette of a star. ' y'know luv, you sound like you don't trust me. fair enough, but fuck if i deserve it. f'i said i don't give a toss about you or yer family, an' i'm just 'ere out of the goodness of me heart, would that make it better or worse? ' it sounds just about as absolutely honest as she thinks.

[autisticlancemcclain]

I FINALLY FOUND YOU-

Your work is amazing and I love it-

THANK YOU AND WELCOME

[jackstabbaths]

@tricksteroffate​

“Man, I should probably lay off the curry for a bit. I’m seeing double again here.”