#ashortdropandasuddenstop

[blckfckinmsk]

˚　.˚　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　🔪 He's glad when James doesn't seem to pull away from him. Soft sigh of relief -- more so when he says he'll stay. But only until dawn. And he's reminded of what he is -- so what they say about vampires and the sun must be true.

A beat. And he turns slightly to reach for a remote on side table, pressing the button for black out shades to come down over windows. "I have these in here --" Remotes set down with that as he turns back toward James with a wistful look in his eyes.

But there's a part of him that feel that was all far too desperate so head turns away slightly. "Not that you have to stay longer." Said with a shrug, like he didn't care either way despite it being clear what showing him it was at least safe in here while the sun was out meant. The club didn't have windows either now that he thought about it. He just had to avoid living area of the apartment.

Why is he thinking about this so deeply?

James presses his forehead to Roman’s, not needing to catch his breath, as he didn't need to breathe. He doesn’t pull away—doesn’t even try.

Their bodies are still joined, still tangled, slick with heat and sweat, but he only shifts enough to settle deeper against him, arms winding tighter around Roman’s smaller frame like he could shield him from the world.

The question floats up between them, soft, hopeful: "Will you stay?"

"I'll stay," he murmurs without hesitation, voice rough and low in Roman’s ear. "Till nearly dawn." His chest rumbles again—softer now, a lazy, contented purr as he buries his face briefly against Roman’s throat, breathing him in, branding this moment into memory.

A slow, lingering kiss is pressed to Roman’s temple. Grateful. "Thank you," James breathes against his skin, voice almost too soft to hear. "For inviting me."

Harley would manage. She was a survivor. She didn’t need him tonight—not when he was like this.

Not the way he needed another mans touch tonight, instead of a woman's.

And for once, James allowed himself to be selfish. To stay, to linger—to wrap himself tighter around the little human who had just seduced him. Something James was quite weak to.

[doctoregonspengler]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop | Pieces on a chessboard

When Egon had left the nautical museum the night before, Ray had been waiting for him at Ecto-1. He had taken the time to update his friend on what had happened in the brig of the ship, and Ray had told him that he would look into ways to help the apparition. He had originally insisted on coming with him the following day, but Egon had refused. None of them had liked the idea of him returning alone to a haunt. But he was resolute, telling them to trust his judgement. The museum had closed an hour before he'd arrived. He'd had to pull a few strings with the staff to allow him in without the Harrington's knowledge. They were almost too happy to comply and the doctor had the feeling that Harrington may not have been that well liked.

With his briefcase in hand, he walked up the gang plank of the ship and paused. He didn't want to have to go back down to the brig, but he didn't know if it would be presumptuous to walk right in to the captain's quarters. He didn't have his PKE meter with him so he wasn't sure where the officer would be. After a moment's deliberation, he knock on the door and let himself in.

No one was in sight and he scouted the area out. Spotting the tea table near the harbor-facing window, he opened his briefcase and set up the chess set he had brought with him. He sat down on the side of the black pieces and waited, watching out of the window at the water. He didn't know how long he would be sitting by himself, but he was patient. He would wait as long as the ghost needed.

[sillymuses]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

"Hhhhmmm. Eh??" He's taken out of his show watching as he hears an abnormal amount of noise. Well, abnormal amount right in front of his doorsteps! The little irken marches his way over to his window to see what on irk is going on here.

"What's this?!" A person is on his lawn! Unhappy with what he sees, Zim opens up the window and shakes his fist. "Hey! Hey! Hey! BEGONE! Leave my lawn at once or face the wrath of...MY GNOMES!! They know no mercy!"

[flighty-sparrow]

Jack knew his luck would eventually run out and he'd end up captured by the Royal Navy -- it wouldn't be the first time it happened to him. He always managed to escape somehow; however it did not seem to be the case this time. He had a headache and felt weak, signs of a tropical illness creeping up on him.

Soon, he had found himself throwing up into the bucket in his cell, with fever and muscle aches setting in. He knew what it was. Dengue fever.

,,Fuck," he muttered weakly, wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve. This was bad. This was very bad.

How on earth is he going to escape now, when he couldn't even think straight?

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

[awkwardcourage]

semi-plotted starter | @ashortdropandasuddenstop

Hughie needs to stop telling himself that things can't get worse, because they can and do. Always. His life goes from one type of hell to another, always a new experience of misery. Even now, as he's hiding away in his apartment, he can't escape from the outside world.

Someone is knocking on his door. From the sounds of it, they're trying to knock it down.

Hughie crawls out from under the covers and opens it just a crack. His eyes narrow in a glare immediately. He could have done without seeing anyone today, least of all his insane boss's boyfriend. "What?" he asks, his voice an irritable snap.

[heartthrobxhook]

closed starter for @ashortdropandasuddenstop

Its been a few months since James had join the Jolly Roger's pirate crew and also fallen into a relationship with her captain. For Killian though he didn't think much of it more than a fling and providing pleasure to one another. It took a few nights together for the former commodore to learn the ways of intimacy with a man, but just as fast as he fell into pirate life he had become a very passionate lover in bed. Killian could play either role but what got him off best was when James took control, manhandle him a bit and order him around in that delicious fine accent that was perfectly suited for pillow talk. What the captain wasn't aware of that these nights together were so good because James' passion was fueled from his heart and a deep love growing with their time together. He hadn't even noticed that James had pretty much moved into the captain's quarters with him at this point, it had fallen into routine that the englishman would be at his side when he climbed into bed every night. Be it for sex or simply going right to sleep in each other's arms, it had just become how the way things were now and Killian was happy.

Their plunder was quite the large amount that it was slowing Jolly down. It was time to make port and sell the stolen goods. Into proper cloths and cleaned up to look like the crew of a merchant ship rather than pirates. Killian changed and gathering the forged paperwork for the dock master he glanced over to the other who was combing his hair back to put into a neat ponytail, the scraggly beard James had recently trimmed and neatened.

"As good as you look as a pirate I've almost forgotten how fine you look as a proper english gentleman." The younger male commented with a grin as he admired James for a moment before he resumed stuffing the ship's manifest of cargo inventory into the leather parchment folder along with the forged documents. "I believe this is everything Mr. Smee will need and I think they're just about finished weighing anchor and docking. Almost ready, handsome?~"

[ibit3u]

The Fledgling

It was a cold, rainy night in New York City. Just how Skylar liked it. There was a sense of comfort that came with rain. Comfort…something that was so alien to him, and yet he found it in the strangest places and things. Anything other than people. People were nothing but a food source to him, walking blood bags waiting to be drained.

He’d been at his usual bar, a dump of a place but it always drew a crowd. A certain type of crowd. Misfits and goths, those desperately trying not to fit in with society. They were the gullible ones. Easy to fool into a false sense of security without even needing to thrall. All it took was charm.

Tonight wasn’t any different as he soon left the club with a young woman, leading her down a dark alleyway promising her it was a shortcut. She was too drunk to question it. He lay the charm on thick as well as the flirting and soon had her pinned up against the wall, kissing her. He could hear her heart thudding, hear the blood rushing and pumping through her veins. Those lips trailed to her neck and he wasn’t even gentle as the scent of blood overwhelmed him and he acted on pure impulse, sinking fangs into skin and taking what was his.

Her screams went ignored. He didn’t even bother trying to keep her quiet, not with the thumping club music blaring. No one would hear her.

No one.

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

[elxgantcaptain]

💀  ( thought this a lovely way to break the ice and say hi! )

Starter call

send 💀 for a violent starter .

"PASS OUT THE ARMS! GET READY TO FIRE YOU SCURVY DOGS!" The red-coat Captain yelled loudly at the crew as they were being boarded by the remarkable ship. Hook recognised its make, exceedingly British, in other circumstances he would admire it and the proper values of the men aboard, but those days had long since gone and he was a pirate and these were navy men.

Mr Smee quickly handed out the guns and all hell began to break loose aboard the ship.

Captain Hook drew his sword and waved it dramatically with a flourish, eyeing what seemed like a higher ranked man who stood before him and grinned devilishly.

[magneticrage]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop ∣ 🧲

"You will look the other way if you know what's good for you."

[vyrulent]

spooky starter || @ashortdropandasuddenstop

He wasn't aware of her secret. James may have read her novels, but he wasn't aware that there had been a certain ghost that may have inspired such a plot. Lydia had never told him that she'd agreed to marry a ghost nor had she told him that she lived in fear of the day that said ghost would return to ask for her hand in marriage.

She felt him beside her. She felt his arm snake around her middle and felt his breath, his foul breath...

With a start, she jumped from her bed. Heart thumped in her heart like the stampeding of a wild herd. He wasn't there. It had only been a nightmare.

Lydia reached for her pills. Shit. Only three left. With a shrug, the remaining pills were downed with nothing but saliva to swallow them with.

James didn't know what bothered her, what terrorized her at night. He wasn't aware that there was another ghost that haunted her in a way that no other ghost had ever haunted her.

Stepping into the hallway, she searched the dark halls of her lonely New York apartment. "James... you awake?"

[arachnaemboss]

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   “AMID  THE  HOSTILITY  THIS  world  bringeth  forth,  do  such  comforts  become  scarce.  Mine  territory  it  is,  in  which  thou  shalt  find  some  of  the  normalcy  thee  as  commonly  seeks't.”  Avid  warrior  of  the  sea,  now  forever  stuck  in  hot,  dry  land:  what  good  does  your  mind  serve?  The  seas  of  Greed  would  offer  no  amount  of  solace,  and  it  is  here  only  where  you  will  find  some  use  for  your  intelect  and  skills.  “Hast  thou  yet grown  ACCUSTOMED  to  thy  body  and  its  heathen  powers?”

[manyimaginativemuses]

“Yes well, I’m the devil, darling. Allure is my middle name.” Lucifer replied with a wink before gesturing to the closet just down the hall, “There’s a little sofa in there that you should be able to sleep on. Just don’t get any blood vomit on my clothes, I beg of you.” He sipped the rest of his drink as he watched James like a hawk. Lucifer made a mental note to tear Lestat a new one and make sure he paid more attention to James because Lucifer was starting to get really annoyed by James’s behavior as well.

Lucifer was unable to hold back the laugh that left him when James explained his sorry state. He shook his head and continued to sip on the wine in his hand, leaning over the counter like an excited teenage girl listening to gossip.

“Well darling, my fatal flaw is that I don’t lie, so when I say that you act nothing like your normal self while high on my blood, you should take that at face value. Sober you is an uptight, upstanding, “would kill a man for getting mud on a nice suit” type of guy who doesn’t like change. The reason you fell for lestat is because he brought change that you enjoyed, and he also fed into those serious daddy issues that you don’t like to talk about. Meanwhile unsober you is reckless, obnoxious, arrogant, and just plain stupid. All things that Lestat already is, and he knows there can only be one of that kind of asshole in the world. That and also if sober you met unsober you, sober you would beat the shit out of unsober you for making him look bad.” Lucifer mused lazily, watching James the entire time.

“Am I somewhere in the ballpark, commodore?”

[crescentbeambarrage]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop liked for a starter!

There would never be an end to the forces of chaos that wanted to try to take the life of innocents. Even in another city far away from Tokyo, Minako had found herself unable to let the identity of Venus fall to the wayside; too many people were getting hurt that she could save. The monsters might not have been trying to get the power of the Silver Crystal, but that didn't make it any less of her responsibility to look after them.

Fighting on her own certainly did make her miss when she used to be able to fight with the other senshi, though. Not that she couldn't -- but it was a lot harder now that she in Europe.

A hiss of pain escaped her as she found herself tossed back, slamming against the side of a building before rolling to the ground. Her heels shifted against the ground as Venus moved to right herself almost immediately, but a swipe from the creature's paw almost sent her flying back again. This thing was-- way stronger than what she was used to, and she couldn't feel anything radiating off of it that would hint to any sort of dark energy origin. Really, if she had to given voice to what it seemed to look like, she would say it almost resembled some sort of... werewolf.

It didn't mean she couldn't beat it, but it certainly left her feeling like her powers weren't going to be cutting it here.

"Could you just-- back-- off!" With a grunt she kicked one leg out, her heel digging straight into the creature's abdomen. It only stumbled back, but that was enough to give her space to jump back, her chain slipping into her hands. As it charged again she whipped it out, catching the end around the base of a light pole just a few feet away before jumping to the side, stretching the chain tight to trip the beast.

Getting one up on it was nice and all, but she needed to find a way to get it to stop. To kill it. Though... the thought didn't sit entirely right with her.

[sillymuses]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

"Who dares to disturb Spectra Vondergeist while she's...uh..." Don't say napping despite the fact she's very clearly just woken up.

"...Terrifying the innocent!" Totally saved it.

[everythings-coincidence]

ooc / out of collar

two frames of the lil animatic im working on for new years

characters: @ferretoftrouble, @ashortdropandasuddenstop(James), @hom3land3r, and @spooky-and-azazel

(don't mind homelander's tit this is still a rlly rough draft--)

[awkwardcourage]

semi-plotted starter | @hom3land3r & @ashortdropandasuddenstop

He hadn’t felt like running home back to the tower. It would have been quicker and cheaper, but instead he found himself LARPing as a human, wallowing in the back of an Uber, watching the buildings pass him by. His entire form drooped with dejection as he made his way to his apartment.

Sleeper agent. Manchurian candidate. They had been the sort of terms Butcher had thrown at him and he got it. He did. Homelander’s bond with Hughie didn’t extend to anyone beyond him. The boys weren’t granted immunity just because of Homelander and Hughie’s complex dynamic. It didn’t make it hurt any less though.

His head was teeming, heavy with misery. He didn’t see them coming the other way down the hall, not until he nearly crashed into them. “Shit.” He fumbled backwards, eyes still downcast. “Sorry.”