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[pixelblue2016]

"Ah... That's seriously my bad, sorry. I mean, you did say you wanted to have some people to talk to so...?"

[[ // @your-friend-silver asked this, but Flutters lost the original link/question so hopefully this is ok! ]]

[lemon-allergies]

[ BLOODY ]:   things  get  steamy  while  one  or  both  muses  are  covered  in  (real or fake?)  blood.

@lemon-scented-memories (lmao, uh... remnant!Amai and who??)

Should it be expected to scold a partner or wonder if their okay when seeing a partner covered in blood? Yes. Probably. For him though, he couldn’t even be shocked.

Raijin goes to kiss the other deeply with a giggle. “I’m assuming that’s not yours..?”

@lemon-scented-memories

[blushdrunks]

a closed starter for my heart, @canncnball for mia & tristan.

she had finished her last day of work for what would be quite a few months. she wasn't sure how she was going to do this, but she would. tristan wanted her to be safe and healthy and the job was bringing her too much stress, so she understood. they didn't want anything happening to her or the baby. she showered and had something to eat, so when tristan got home from work, mia was curled up in bed and smiled up at him, "hi," she said softly. "i'm done. for months. you get me every single day...for months. how does that sound?" she laughed and reached up to make grabby hands for him.

[gcdwilling]

at some point in the night, the bed shifted beneath her and feeling it only pulled her awake just enough. it was when delicate fingers reach out to find an empty space beside her that deep brown eyes blink open and search around, seeing a figure standing by the window. "hey—" voice low and still laced with sleep, she's out of bed and walking up behind him in a matter of seconds. he's had another nightmare and she can see it in the tension along his back. "why didn't you wake me up?" / @khaleesiie ♡︎

[canncnball]

a starter for my heart, @blushdrunks, for andre & celeste.

things were a little more complicated and that felt like an understatement at this point. how many times could they keep fucking before they went back to their days as if things were normal? fucking – was that even all it was anymore? the feeling twisting in his gut right now as he leaned back against a far wall and watched her enjoy her evening out told him there was more to it than that. still, andre only stayed there with arms crossed over his chest and eyes on celeste the entire time.

[vanessagable]

starter for: @xaviermattthews location: texas, december 24th (christmas eve)

When Vera joined them in Texas for Christmas the woman had been thrilled to make one of Van's favorite foods from childhood -- fried green tomatoes.

The smell of them had made Van feel like she had to leave the room, her stomach flipping nauseously all through dinner as she had moved food across her plate to make it look like she was eating.

As the table was being cleared from Christmas eve dinner, Van weaved to her husband quickly -- taking a hold of his elbow and giving him no choice before she gently dragged him out into the garage.

"I have to tell you something but you can't react, okay?"

[clubrevenant]

closed starter: lila mendoza!! (@lilamendoza) || location: windsor bay grocers!!

She didn’t expect to find her here. Didn’t expect this — a familiar shape in an unfamiliar place, the silhouette of a past she hadn’t finished trying to outrun, let alone reckon with. Bex stood frozen halfway between the shelf of dented canned beans and a half-empty display of discount energy drinks, her fingers tightening around the cardboard handle of a six-pack of cheap beer. It was supposed to be a quick stop. A nothing moment. She wasn’t even planning on getting groceries — just needed something cold, something fizzy, something to feel like she had some kind of control over her body for five goddamn minutes. But then she turned the corner and saw her. Lila. She looked... good. The kind of good that made Bex’s chest twist. Like time had moved differently for her. Like distance had done its job. Same profile — sharp and steady, like someone you could build your world around if you hadn’t already burned it down. Same damn hoodie, too. Soft blue, frayed at the cuffs. The one Bex had always borrowed and never admitted she liked more because it smelled like her. Her mouth opened before she could think better of it. “Guess Portland wasn’t far enough.” The words came out low, a dry rasp of something meant to sound casual, maybe even teasing — but it didn’t land that way. It was brittle. Thinly veiled hurt wrapped in too-cool sarcasm. And when Lila turned, when their eyes met over a box of generic macaroni and cheese, something sharp and stupid and real lodged itself in Bex’s throat. She shifted awkwardly, biting the inside of her cheek like she could keep herself from saying anything else. But silence felt worse. Too loud. Too final. So she kept going, quieter now. “I didn’t know you were here,” she said, eyes scanning Lila’s face like she’d find answers in the curve of her mouth, in the way her hands gripped her basket. “Didn’t know I was either, really. One minute I was crashing with a friend, the next I’m... here. Still broke, still running. Surprise, right?” Her laugh was soft. Bitter. Like she hated the sound of it as soon as it left her mouth. “I wasn’t—” Bex started, then stopped. I wasn’t looking for you. But she couldn’t say that, not when it would’ve been a lie. Not when the truth was messier. Not when some nights she scrolled through Lila’s socials with an ache in her chest and a thousand untyped apologies clinging to her fingertips. She looked down at the box in Lila’s hand, then back at her face. Her eyes, guarded. Her mouth, unreadable. “I didn’t plan this,” Bex said finally, voice dropping even lower. “But now that it’s happening... I don’t know. Thought maybe I’d say something. Or nothing. Or ask how you’ve been, but I’m not sure I have the right anymore.” She shifted her weight, knuckles pale against the cardboard she still hadn’t set down. “Do I?”

[despairs-memorial]

Starter for @dead-or-lie | Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Mondo hadn't forgotten about Kiyotaka's birthday, not at all, but this particular gift had taken a lot longer to get here than he anticipated it would, apparently there were issues with the commission, something he thought would mean was a few days fix and not more than a week. But it was here now, and he could hardly complain about it now.

After getting breakfast made for the two of them, he smiles when he watches Kiyotaka sit at the table. Even now, he could hardly believe that the two of them were married, and while he was a little worried Kiyotaka was upset with him for not getting him something on the day of his birthday, he was hoping that this would make up for it.

"Mornin' babe... know t's a bit late, but happy birthday. I-I uh, wanted to wait until I knew your gift would be 'ere.... sorry about that."

[silkfms]

closed starter: julian hendricks!! (@astralfms) || location: serin's place!! (mango bay lofts, evening)

“i don’t know why i let you in wearing that shirt,” serin said flatly, though the corner of her mouth twitched — dangerously close to a smile. she set two porcelain bowls of face mask mixture on the marble coffee table with the same care someone else might reserve for fine china. “you look like a walking cease and desist from good taste." she didn’t wait for his response before settling into the plush corner of the velvet couch, silk robe cinched tight, hair clipped back in those sleek gold pins she always pretended were practical. her apartment was, as always, curated perfection: all neutral tones and expensive touches, from the hand-poured candles to the stacked art books that neither of them would ever read. “green tea and clay,” she said, handing him one of the bowls and a brush. “your pores can thank me later. assuming you still have any dignity left under that hawaiian monstrosity.” serin’s tone was crisp, teasing, but her eyes softened as they finally landed on him. “so,” she said, legs crossed, brush poised. “are we starting with your disaster of a love life or mine?”

[gisellegoldstein]

open starter ➛ any! location ➛ farm to fork @windsorbaystarters

Coming home was a loose term when it came to Giselle's return to Windsor Bay, something that she truly thought would need Hell freezing over before that would happen. Apparently Hell froze sooner than expected, and whilst her home was still a scattering of unpacked boxes, furniture laden with blankets and covering over them, the brunette was attempting to make the best of it. Windsor Bay had been home for the woman since she was fifteen when her parents decided to cause a total upheaval of her life and move her from the sunshine beauty that was California to the middle of nowhere Windsor Bay.

After a marriage that had soured thanks to break down of communication and trust that had been shattered in the simplest way, Giselle had found herself on the first train out of town back to the beloved homeland — or state, California.

For awhile it worked, until things became far more complicated. Something she attempted not to think much on but when a call came offering her the Senior Vice President for a job back in Windsor Bay, what else was a woman to do? Given she now had twins that were barely three months old to care for, and this gave her more creative control and free time with being a single mother.

With Clara strapped into a carried on the front of her chest and Alder asleep in the two stroller that held their carseats anchored in safety, she made her way to the local farmer market that was one of her favorite places in town. Couldn't beat fresh produce when she herself was someone who enjoyed cooking far more than most people she knew personally. Shifting the carrier as to not wake the sleeping infant, she stretched her fingers out attempting to reach for a few apples. "Shi—" Taking a breath, "Shoot." Learning to self correct herself now before the twins were repeating her word for word was best down now, even if they wouldn't be talking for awhile.

"Any chance you could help me for a second, she just fell asleep and I don't dare move enough to wake her." Her daughter had the strongest lungs she had ever heard, if she was being honest, "But could you just — right there, grab those two apples?"

[greengideon]

starter for: @xaviermattthews location: legacy multicourt

"Now I don't mean to be a worrier or a be up on your case -- but you know it's my obligation to you to speak up," Gideon explains as he sits down to adjust his shoes after some idle time shooting hoops.

"Your energy since Christmas has been...slightly manic. And I wanted to ask if there was a reason for that."

[macaulaymontgomery]

starter for: @luckylewis location: lucky's place, post yelena's funeral

"I was thinking maybe we could all go out for breakfast tomorrow," Mac ponders out loud as she emerges from the bedroom in her pajamas -- a pair of shorts and Lucky's '0 Bitches' jersey.

"But not the diner -- people will be asking her about the funeral or bringing up how sad they are and I don't want her to have to deal with grownups' feelings when she's just trying to eat a pancake," she continues as she moves to stand closer to the couch where Lucky is sitting, taking out the earrings she had put on that morning for the funeral.

"Maybe we could do donuts on the beach? That could be nice, right?"

[musesofthemoon]

@musesofthesun

it's late, or early; some time when the sun hasn't shown its face yet. it's dark, save for the dim glow of various machines and devices. idia curls up tighter in his bedsheets and covers, struggling to take a breath. so many invisible eyes watching him, judging him, condemning him. he already knows. he doesn't need to say anything, but he can't help a sob that finally rips itself out of his throat, a pathetic whimper in the dark hours supposed to be for rest -- "i'm sorry... 'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry..."

It's moments like this which are why Ortho has it so sensory inputs can awaken him at any moment. The noises of humming machinery are part of the ambiance, but anything outside of that would usually rouse him from sleep mode. Thankfully, this was no different, as the humanoid regains his senses fully to see what the trouble was.

It's either a nightmare or something akin to it, Ortho isn't quite sure which, but he needs to help Idia through it either way. He doesn't say anything yet, though, instead moving toward the bed, peering over with a concerned look. He'll shake his brother awake if he has to, but he doesn't want to startle him if he's already awake.

[blushdrunks]

a closed starter for my heart, @canncnball, for dominique & luca.

"i suggest you keep your whores, god knows you have enough of them, because i am not sleeping with you." it's been about two weeks since they got married, but luca had been away working for his dad. it didn't bother dom in the slightest - the less she saw her husband, the better.

[gcdwilling]

the moment he walked past the fabric tent doors of the medical area, her gaze landed on him and he saw the worry on her features. like he was there because he was hurt. like he did the one thing he told her he wouldn't do. "it's fine." a shake of his head was all he offered with hands digging deep into his pockets seeing the papers she had been looking over. probably something that had to do with her last patient. "i just got back with him and didn't feel like following after him to see isaac, so i thought i'd stop here instead." / @khaleesiie ♡︎

[canncnball]

a starter for my heart, @blushdrunks, for damien & daria.

the moment she walked inside, damien saw the sour look on daria's face and his head tilted in confusion. "hey – what's that look for?" then he saw the ways her eyes darted over in the direction where her first aid kit was and he chuckled. "holy shit. am i that predictable?" his head shook and his hand wrapped around her arm to pull her closer. "i don't even know where anton and callan are. i just wanted to see you. i swear."