#for: aprilwritcs

[skylersindie]

Alone. Solo. Seul.

Cesar Marquet worked alone. He always had and should have continued that way. Except...not for this mission. Cesar did not understand why he was required to have another agent assist him-he didn’t get it. Everyone in their Undercover Agency knew, loved, and even preferred that Cesar always worked alone because of the amazing work he always did. Results and....having pleasure along the way. That’s what Cesar would always do; he would continue to do this also even if he had to work with another agent.

But again, he didn’t understand what about this mission couldn’t be done with just him. Yes, the man understood that if the owners of the pieces of artwork that needed to be retrieved, witnessed a happy couple during their encounters, things would seem less suspicious. The different sets of missions would all appear suspicious anyway because it did require both him and his “partner” to work a way around either stealing the artwork back or purchasing it with other favors those people required. Stealing things back or working out deals to do so were things Cesar was very well used to and enjoyed doing it. But alone. Alone.

Sighing, the man placed his winning smile on his lips as he made his way to their privet jet that was provided to both him and his partner to use during their travels. Pieces of information would be given to them along the way and only the basics of what they needed to know was provided to them this morning. The man only hoped the agency hadn’t sent him a new member of the Undercover on this mission. If she is new, even better Cesar! Easier to get rid of her then. At these thoughts, Cesar actually smiled wide now climbing up the steps of the plane; he would make this work-he had to. Once on the plane, Cesar finally lifted his eyes to meet the woman who would be his “wife” for the next few months.

“Hello love, I’m Cesar. Though, for the next few months, you can call me honey or Mr. Darlington.” He added with a smirk. ( @aprilwritcs​ )

[rosesdieinaweek]

"You know if you think about it, this is the first time since we got married that we’re going to be child free for longer than like-- an hour.” The thought had occurred to Alexei the day before when they’d been travelling in, and now alone in the guest house with Josephine he was able to say it out loud. “We should take advantage of that time as best we can, don’t you think?” His parents had their son, clearly planning on taking in as much time with their grandson as they could. “Jo... we could go to a bar. We could see a movie with a higher rating than PG. What are we going to do with all this freedom?”

@aprilwritcs​

[writermuses]

closed starter for @aprilwritcs

For someone so wholly grumpy, Jack had a hard time minding his own business. As he swung a leg over his bike only to hear someone shout 'are you serious', the man immediately paused and turned his entire torso toward the commotion. At a table in front of the cafe next to his gym, Jack saw a flustered woman walking away from a drink-soaked man. He didn't know either of them and didn't want to read into it, but the man was getting up and storming towards the girl. Reaching behind himself, he grabbed his spare helmet and held it out to her. "Incoming angry guy. Need a lift?" If she said no, then at least he could smack the guy on the head with it if he tried to grab this young woman that clearly wanted nothing to do with him.

[midnightxmuses]

closed starter for @aprilwritcs​

Chloe stumbled into the house, making her way towards the couch. She could already hear the lecture her boyfriend was going to give her. She just didn’t know if it would be about her drinking again, or not inviting him to join. Letting out a loud grumble, she fell onto the couch, hearing footsteps close by. “It was only one drink, I promise,” she called out, clearly lying.

[driptape]

“ you just love embarrassing those girls , don’t you ? “ || @aprilwritcs​

[daringsunflowers]

@aprilwritcs

mason didnt like spending much time with his family. they all had terrible intentions between the things they did. sure mason knew the mafia family had to make tough choices here and there but sometimes he felt like his family deliberately did shit to hurt people. though it was a night they were having a small gathering with dinner and music and mason’s presence was requested. as the night progressed he had drink after drink and his eyes couldnt move away from her. she was stunning and he wasnt sure how on earth his little brother landed someone as gorgeous and smart as she was. pushing himself off the doorframe he had made his way over to her when he had noticed she was all alone. “i see mark left you alone for the sharks huh?” he questioned. 

[tenderstars]

FOR: @aprilwritcs​​ PAIRING: ASHER & CASSANDRA 

Asher didn’t go to college — but goddamn it, did he love it. How could he not when he got to reap all the benefits? Partying with frat boys, flirting with all the sorority girls, and hitting up the bars... it was paradise on earth. His band started to play in more college towns to start getting more recognition. While everyone else was off studying, he was writing new music with the rest of his bandmates. It was the best of both worlds, getting to work and play on his music and party like there was no tomorrow at least four nights a week. Everything was great, until the holidays came around and campus became a ghost town. Asher didn’t have any family except his older sister who was stuck to her boyfriend’s hip. He’d spend time with them out of obligation, but when an invitation came from one of his college buddies to go home with him for a couple of weeks, Asher didn’t think twice about it. 

All his belongings could fit in a duffle bag — that’s exactly what he shoved into his friend’s backseat as they made their way back to his hometown for the next 12 days. The man was used to crashing on a couch, so the fact that there was an extra guest bedroom was an offer that he couldn’t pass. Asher crashed straight asleep for most of the ride, but once he was woken up he could hardly believe where he was.

Grabbing his one bag, he walked behind his friend straight into the home. Finding his friend’s mother there to greet them. He had definitely forgotten to mention how fucking hot his mother was — a total MILF. Asher could hardly wipe the smirk off his face as he made his way to introduce himself. “I got caught up getting my bag there. I’m Asher, thanks for letting me crash for the next few days.” He couldn’t help but eye her from head to toe as he extended his hand. 

[xlostparadise-a]

@aprilwritcs // closed starter

As soon as he saw Davina enter the kitchen, Daniel wanted to pull her in and embrace her. Of course he didn’t because they weren’t on the greatest of terms, far from where they had been, perhaps even farther, still dealing from the fallout… He’d asked her not to bring Olivia, because he didn’t want his little girl to see him, not when he was going through an episode, triggered by yet another veteran, a good friend of theirs, making the unthinkable decision to end their own life. The disturbing news hit Daniel like a freight train. “It’s been 24 hours. Haven’t slept. I can’t eat.” It wasn’t even ten in the morning, and he was already almost finished with a large pack of beers.

[myriadxofxmuses]

Tagged by: @heartxshaped-bruises

Tagging: @savagecuhnt , @emmaxmeyer , @strictlyoc (for whoever you want : ) ), @lunarruled , @lostxones (Molly), @northrnattitude (Dakota or Anthony), @hxneybees (Charlie), @aprilwritcs (Audrey), @thanaredreamtof , @unwrittenxrp

► Silas

★  ⸻  BASICS

NAME: Silas Oberon Birch

 NICKNAME(S): Speedy (becase of both of his addictions - coke and sugar), Tree Hugger (only used by the band when teasing him of his upbringing)

 AGE: 25+

 SPECIES: Human

★  ⸻  PERSONAL

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / gray / evil

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: His parents raised him in a spiritual commune. One that dove deeply into the Y2K belief when it arose - something that ultimately meant their demise when it didn't happen. Silas was only three when it fell apart and his parent left to lead a much more agnostic way of life, which now dictates his belief system as an adult. 

VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: He's not much of a goal person. He usually just wings it. Very go with the flow. The only thing he would consider a goal in his life was to become a rock star and he did it, so he doesn't really see much point in any other ones. Especially since it's so easy for him to get what he wants now.

LANGUAGES KNOWN: English

SECRETS: His ADHD bothers him much more than he lets on. He wishes he was smarter and more business savvy. He considers his favorite color to be a little girly, so he doesn't let on how much he likes it. He would love to have a big family. He may seem dumb, but he gets it. He just doesn't let on how much, opting to keep the mask of his freeloving, happy-go-lucky attitude on to hide his actual intelect. It is easier to live life that way anyway.

QUIRKS: His hyperness can manifest itself into what appears to be fidgeting, but in reality his mind is constantly working over new music for the band. He is a very touchy, feely, hugger kind of guy. He can come off as obnoxious, but he has a great heart.

SAVVIES: He is extremely musically inclined. He can teach himself to play pretty much any instrument. He actually writes most of the music for the band. And, the deeper meaning songs, were written by him.

★  ⸻     PHYSICAL

BUILD: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / herculean / baby fat / pudgy / obese / other

HEIGHT: 6′2

SCARS / BIRTHMARKS: One along his leg from a dirt bike accident and various minor ones from skateboarding.

ABILITIES / POWERS: None

RESTRICTIONS: None

★  ⸻     FAVOURITES

FAVOURITE FOOD: Candy. Of any kind.

FAVORITE DRINK: Monster energy drinks

FAVOURITE PIZZA TOPPING: Chili Peppers and chicken

FAVOURITE COLOR: Purple

FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Hard Rock and Metal

FAVOURITE BOOK GENRE: Graphic novels. He doesn't like to read very much, so when he does it has to he short and easy.

FAVOURITE MOVIE GENRE: Action and Comedy

FAVOURITE SEASON: Summer

FAVOURITE BUTT TYPE: Women's

FAVOURITE CURSE WORD: Cunt

FAVOURITE SCENT: Patchouli, Rain, Bonfire/burning leaves

FAVOURITE QUOTE:   Don't take life too seriously. No one makes it out alive.

★  ⸻     FUN STUFF

BOTTOM OR TOP: He is surprisingly dominant in the bedroom given his seemingly softer nature outside of it.

LOUD BURPER OR SOFT BURPER: Loud.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Oh yeah. And Gage keeps trying to get him to sing in their songs, but he always declines - disbelief that he is actually a good as he is told and only willing to do the occassional backup.

LIKES BAD PUNS: Definitely, although he isn't the greatest at making them himself.

THEIR OPINION ON THE MUN: They're quiet, but super cool. They should really let themselves branch out more. She should stop being so afraid of letting the world in a little.

[waveofstars]

@aprilwritcs​ liked for a holiday starter !!

He never cared for Christmas. In fact, he was usually too bitter around this time of year because Halloween had come and gone - the only holiday he bothered to get excited about. He was usually moping about around December, feeling particularly dreadful until the new year began. So, when his friend showed up to his place with Christmas lights, a tiny tree, and particularly annoying Christmas cheer on Christmas Eve night, he wasn’t exactly excited. “Why did you bring all this decorating crap? I just have to take it down tomorrow…There’s no point,” he mumbled while digging through the things they brought.

[mctionsick]

closed starter for @aprilwritcs​

“So, this means you’re moving on?”

[sarawritesx]

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Things with Emilia have never been better in Isaacs opinion. It’s been months now since her sisters wedding, since the two of them hooked up and became more than just best buddies. And he felt very comfortable with it, and it felt so natural to take things further with her. Not much has changed in their lives, he still annoyed her with his stupid jokes, they talked about every day things and what bothered them, and at the end of the day they went to bed together. 

With how much both of them worked and Isaac being away a lot, they used all the time when together in town to spend time together. Eventually it lead to them basically living in hers or his place. They reached the point of giving keys to each place to one another so when for example Isaac was coming back into town, he could go to hers right away while she wrapped up work. 

Tonight Isaac was going back to his apartment after things went a little south at the local job he did. His lip was busted, there was a bruise forming on his cheekbone for sure, and still couldn’t stop the cut under his brow stop bleeding. It didn’t even come to his mind that he agreed with Emilia to meet with him tonight at his, instead convinced himself it was her place and was already getting ready to come up with some sort of an excuse to skip tonight. But much to his surprise as he unlocked his front door, there she was, and he found himself dumbstruck. “Before you say anything, just don’t freak out - this doesn’t even sting as much.”Isaac mumbled as he dropped his bag onto the floor and shrugged off the leather jacket, purposely avoiding to look her way. “I forgot we had plans tonight...”he said with a hint of guilt somewhere in his words. 

[rosesdieinaweek]

There was a reason that Daisy had told her family that she would find her own way to the house. Well a couple but other than getting in late, it was because she was planning on stopping into the bar along the way and the woman was more than aware that her brother would try to talk her out of it and her sisters would try to tag along.... though she had a lot of shit to give one of them too. She had caught a flight straight from work, not even having time to change and so she was more than aware of how completely overdressed for this place she was. Heels clicking along the floor (she’d brag about their red soles later), her eyes caught their target. “Molly.” Called out of the sound of drunken men. Stopping at the bar she leaned forward, “Respecfully, what the shit?”

@aprilwritcs​

[writermuses]

@aprilwritcs continued from here

Nora's eyebrows drew together with surprise, "No nicknames? I still got princess from my family and Tink or Tinkerbell at school... though I'm not really sure people meant it in the nice way until my actual friends were using it and refused to let me take it any way but positively." She didn't say it right then and there, but she'd have a nickname for Rhys if he stuck around. Nora was always giving people nicknames. Her smile grew with his and she sipped her drink when he took the lead. That relieved her from making a total fool of herself. Though she was young, Nora truly loved her job. Too often people thought she was doing it to waste time until she got a 'real job' like nursing or some other medical job. A part of her was nervous that Rhys might think the same when he had one of those 'real' jobs. "Do you love it though, being a lawyer?"

Her pale blue eyes met his before she giggled nervously into her cup, absolutely trying to think of her non-mortifying hobbies to tell the attractive stranger. "Well, I've always loved dancing, hiking, anything outdoors. So I'm always trying something new with that. This summer I learned to paddle-board , but I'm still too much of a chicken to try to surf." Nora's love of nature was her godfather's doing. "I've been trying to learn Spanish and I like to do puzzles upside down. You solve it, glue it, and flip it over, then hope for the best. I want to try to do it with one of those giant puzzles that takes up a whole kitchen table but that seems like more than a one person gig."

[long-gone-dream]

@aprilwritcs

When asked, most people would say Milo was up to absolutely no good. Most of his nights were spent either tangled with women or trouble, but sitting outside a diner wasn’t expected. A cigarette hung from his lip as he leaned against his car, people watching as he did from time to time. It was hard to put himself in the life of strangers, he didn’t have much conditioning to people growing up. It was either a raised hand or the leather of a belt that spoke to him, and then it was nothing. Milo took a drag from his square, watching as a waitress came around again to a lonely woman in a booth. It was the second time she’d waved her off with a smile and reassurance. Who was she waiting on? Watching even more closely, blowing the smoke from the cigarette out as her faced changed from the smile she put in for the waitress to the frown she had checking her phone. It wasn’t family. A girl like that didn’t sit and wait without trying to call her family. She was waiting for a text, an attempt to blow her off from some sort of asshole who didn’t know how to keep his commitments. Sure, he wasn’t exactly the most available person for commitments, but he didn’t take a cowards way out of a date. Milo dropped the cigarette to the ground and put it out with his boot, muttering under his breath on how people were miserable in the modern world.

It took very little time to cross the lot and open the door, the bell above giving a jingle as he made his entrance. His attention hadn’t left the dark haired woman in the booth, even as the waitress reappeared to ask her another time if she was ready to order. Milo slid past the waitress, gliding into the seat in front of the woman those green hues had been set on. “I think we’ll need just another minute.” He offered the stranger a smile, and attempted a slight nod to get her to play along. “I’m sorry I’m late, I really should have called.” Milo motioned with his chin to the phone atop the table, before looking at the waitress. “I’ll take a water if you’re up for it, I’m sorry we’ve been holding your table up all night.”

[driptape]

“ don’t look at me like that . i swear . . . i’ve just been tired from work . “ || @aprilwritcs​