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[detective-with-one-arm]

Ship Chase

@silver-blooded-synthetics w/ Alien!Alma and Rachel

It had been a decent while since Rachel had first discovered the injured alien in her backyard. A few months, if she had to guess? Long enough for an entire winter to pass at the bare minimum. Once he was healed, they went to find his ship and ensure that it was safe and secure (and, most importantly, hidden). Once they were able to confirm that it had suffered no damages upon arrival to Earth, they safely hid it away and Alma carefully made note of where its specific coordinates were the next time they had to find it.

In the months that followed, he had essentially been her housemate. It was a bit of an adjustment, at first, but Alma very quickly became easy company to have. It was strangely easy to get used to having him around, once Rachel was able to set up a surround sound speaker system in her house that was able to be connected to through Bluetooth to make communicating with her as easy as possible. Technomorphs, as they were called, were a fascinating species.

Of course, she couldn't reasonably take him out during the day. Not until she was comfortable enough to be able to do so without risking physical injury to him by passersby. And since the winter had closed in on them, she didn't want to risk him getting hurt by the cold. So, during the winter, whenever she was home, she spent her time with him. She had to admit...it was nice having someone else living with her. Her house felt significantly less empty.

But now that the snows and ice had thawed and winter had swiftly made its exit, the pair of them now located Alma's ship once more to check on it and perform a routine diagnostic, especially with the weather it had endured. The ship was apparently as sentient as Alma was, functioning more as a steed of sorts as the closest human equivalent than a ship while still being technological in nature, much like Alma himself.

It fascinated her to no end...and she wanted to learn as much about it for herself. And she wanted to make a good impression on it, so she tried to be as helpful to Alma as she could while he checked to make sure everything was as it should be. They did this during a particularly warm night to be as less disruptive as possible.

The interior of the ship was just as fascinating to her, of a similar aesthetic to Alma himself. It thrummed to life once they boarded and even while walking through it, she could feel the life that emanated from it. Such a fascinating thing, almost like living technology in a way...she couldn't help but constantly shower compliments on it as they navigated the ship, Alma guiding her as they did so.

"So, anything out of sorts so far that you can tell?" Rachel asked, wanting a baseline for what to expect and what sorts of oddities she needed to look for that Alma should be made aware of.

[detective-with-one-arm]

“Ah, mersi.” The much shorter woman replied, shaking herself off as through she dredged herself up out of a pool she was thrown into, the weight of the social burdens of the party scene quickly leaving her.

Rachel was thankful that the bouncer was such a kind sort. She would much quicker trust the employees over the guests, already having dealt with a few unwanted advances by some overconfident yet repulsive drunkards. Running a hand through her bouncy, short, dark hair, she sighed and took the invitation, sitting down beside him while being mindful not to sit so close to him. She was a guest, after all. “Surprisingly quiet in here, compared to the noise down there.” She commented, adjusting her glasses and rolling her shoulders, the calm already doing wonders for the prior onset of sensory overload. “Thanks for the quick getaway, it was sweet of you to offer.”

Open: To Mutuals (Any, but someone inhuman might work best!) Muse: Dante aka the sweet puppy Idea / Situation: Your muse and Dante are chilling in his loft above his brother's club. They could be taking a break from the club or they just came to hang out and took the back way in. They could be someone he just met and they needed a break from the music. Etc. Etc. Just let me know the route you wanna take in the tags!

Dante all but flopped on the futon that sat across the room from his actual bed, patting the seat next to him. "Take a load off. No need to stand around." He offered with a smile. Of course, they didn't have to sit that close to him if they didn't want to, but the invitation was still there. "Il mio loft è il tuo loft."

[wolves-of-etoile]

New Atlantis

Starter for @the-expatriate

The Sentry and the Shuffle glided serenely through space. Though Alpha Centauri was well patrolled, space was big and could hide any number of bandits or opportunists. Fortunately, even just one of the two ships could handle most threats on their own. Attacking the two of them together would've been suicide for any pirate.

They put down in the main metropolis of New Atlantis. After taking care of the boring business of landing pad fees and services, David Weiss carefully navigated the bustling spaceport crowd to the nearest central area to meet with his travelling partner.

He greeted Pari with a smile. "I hope they didn't fleece you too badly. I managed to talk them down on the fuel fees and such. I forget that not everywhere is like Titan Station."

He then added, "You come to this place often?"

[thesovereignfanclub]

@aria-aisling @that-one-harpy @twice-damned-birdie

Is everyone alright?

[bubonic-plant]

G0T 4 PR0BL3M W1TH M3? HUH??

General info

Forsaken AU of Griefer from Blocktales. Killer role, not survivor. Heavily HC'd and all that, don't expect a canon compliant Griefer.

Written by a fictive too, rp actions =/= the fictive.

M!As allowed, I can say no.

Flirting with the character allowed at your own risk, keep in mind he's late teens though. No NSFW, thanks.

Lots of letter to number replacement, if that's an issue for you you might want to stay away.

Crossover stuff okay.

Feel free to hand him stuff or try to hurt him, anything goes as long as it's not suggestive or anything.

Note about mod: if my tone seems flat I'm not MAD at you my tone's just FUCKED from masking I'm used to being LOUD and I'm TRYING not to be. If you're worried I'm mad at you you're free to ask if I am no worries.

Divider by the writer of @creativeinnovations!

Character info

Griefer from Blocktales placed into Forsaken.

Late teens.

Post-Bubonic Plant fight, does NOT have the Venomshank (for now anyways. I've seen you around person sending SFOTH swords to people.)

Killer. Pretty coherent out of rounds, but during rounds he becomes WAY more plant-like and the Bubonic Plant takes more control.

Not the nicest person! Kind of a bitch!

Reference below (Still a wip, getting finished later. If you recognize this style yeah you do.) (Colors are mostly the same as canon Griefer, and the planty bits are colored like the Bubonic Plant)

Tags and stuff below the cut.

Tags

y0u t4lking t0 m3? | asks

sh0w y0ur fac3 or shut up | anon

random bullshit go | ooc

Adding more as needed

[detective-with-one-arm]

It was moments like this when they were able to be completely alone like this that Rachel could allow herself to be partially shifted. Having a form capable of flight certainly helped when trying to find somewhere private to relax in each other’s company, the dragon having found this little island off the east coast in one of her own little excursions.

Her wings were sprawled out to their full length, the shimmer on her black feathers painting them in a range of colours from the verdant to the violet to the cerulean. Her arrowhead tipped tail swung and curled contentedly as the woman stretched, long ears twitching a her comment as Rachel swung her head around, horns curling around the back of her head like perfect crescents, almost like a broken halo of sorts.

Smiling at Rose, the dragon chuckled warmly at the fox, fangs poking out from her smile as she regarded her lovely mate. “I’ll admit, it feels strangely freeing and liberating to be able to exist in the in-between, for a change.” She confessed, digging a bit a the warm, soft sand beneath her feet. “It’s nice to be both. It feels…right, in a strange way.”

⛱ - Shifter!Rose and Shifter!Rachel :3

Oh this was nice. This was very nice. The water was clear and the perfect temp. The sun was out and the sand was warm. Oh how she could just curl up on the towel and sink into the heat of the sand. No one was around so she let her tail show and sway happily.

But the best part? The absolute best part was the view. Because as Rose laid on her stomach she had the perfect view of Rachel. And fuck if she didn’t look amazing. No. That didn’t even cover how beautiful that woman looked.

Rose rolled onto her back and looked at Rachel upside down.

“Nope. Still fucking gorgeous.”

[erosisms]

open starter

open to: f/m/nb

muse: silas

plot:  our muses are at a bar (regular or gay bar) where your muse is his girlfriends younger sibling (18+) who keeps getting hit on, and he's getting protective.

possible connections: girlfriends younger sister/brother/sibling

"you know when your sister asked me to keep an eye on you tonight i didn't expect to be fighting so many guys off you." silas whispered in the other's ear, body leaning over theirs at the bar in a protective stance. all but pressed together in an attempt to keep other men from approaching. "when did you get so grown up, hm?"

[enruiinas]

@climatact asked:

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ "My, my, what big eyes you have." (You know what verse)

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Glancing up from the casual perch he'd assumed against the lobby's lone reception desk, Law made little effort to conceal his appreciation of the approaching woman's features, golden orbs blazing a path along her frame with each step she drew nearer. Admiring the swish of fabric along her legs. The wave of tangerine locks swept back into the bright red hood she'd donned for the occasion; the unassuming bottle of what he was sure was some sort of liquor in her little woven basket - and the way large, brown eyes glimmered with amusement as Nami studied him in his coordinating attire.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ As warily as he'd regarded her when she'd suggested the matching costumes, he had to admit they made quite the image standing there: him, the wolf, with a ring of dark "fur" she'd stitched to the neck of his dark t-shirt; Nami looking the part of a comically-convincing, innocent Little Red in her hood. Perhaps not as underwhelming a choice as Law had imagined - if the quiet looks the pair drew from the lobby's scarce inhabits were anything to go by.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ A low whistle escaped his lips as he took the few steps it took to meet her. ❝All the better to see you with,❞ he chuckled in response. And what a sight she made, said his second once-over. Even like this, with her hair tucked away and her thighs hidden by what was likely the longest skirt he'd ever actually seen her in, Nami was a vision. They didn't have to be dating for him to appreciate that much - though he took complete advantage of their status pretending otherwise to openly admire her. ❝Luckily for me, as it happens - you make quite the pretty, unsuspecting maiden,❞ he added with a smirk. With the arch of an eyebrow, he extended an arm in offering. ❝Ready, Little Red?❞

[anominous-ominous]

Merry Christmas!

This woman's (/man's) been crocheting a lot.

A list of Anominous' Christmas gifts to others:

(all made with love and imperfections)

for @fredbears-gayest-employee , a crochet crimson scarf

for @clareta-a , a light-purple crochet hat

for @ask-glitchtrap-the-anomaly , a crochet coaster in the shape of his (glitchtrap form) head

for @henryemily1948 , a crochet coaster in the shape of a teddy bear head, with a black top hat

for @princesslizzyfnafton , a very small crochet doll that looks like her, including butterfly wings

for @r0ttingr4bbit , a crochet coaster in the shape of a rabbit, with a purple ribbon/scarf around its neck

[detective-with-one-arm]

Clinging desperately to the side of the cliff after shouting as loud as she could, she whimpered as the material of it started to feel loose in her hands and under her feet. Her heart was beating rapidly out of her chest, feeling the adrenaline steal away her breaths as she failed to remain calm. She could feel it. She was going to die here and no one would know what happened to her all because she misstepped.

What a pathetic way to die…

But it was then that a voice drew her attention. Soft, unfamiliar, and bizarrely, right next to her. And when she looked over, she was astonished by the sight of what appeared to be a very pale man with blond hair - very unlike what she expected to find in the jungle - peering at her curiously.

And when her eyes trailed up, Rachel’s expression grew into one of equal parts awe and the slow realization of horror. Whatever this creature was, it wasn’t human and there was a non-zero chance that she was about to be its next meal.

Or she was hallucinating out of stress, somehow. Either way, the unsteadiness she was digging into gave her few options to protest. Breathing rapidly and screwing her eyes shut to not look down, Rachel whimpered. “P-please help me…I don’t wanna die, yet…I-I’m stuck.”

@detective-with-one-arm sent in a starter:

How the fuck did she get here? How did she manage to not only find her way into the jungle, but how did she managed to fall down a ravine, slip into a cliff, and remain clinging for dear life to the lip of it to prevent plunging to her certain death? This was not what she had in mind when it came to vacationing, but she was here, now. No one was anywhere nearby, so nobody was here to save her. But she wasn't in a position where she could get herself out. She was...really and truly fucked, wasn't she...? Well, if she was fucked, it was either die here or die later. At least she could try to get help...wherever it might be. It wasn't any more crazy than any other ideas that she could have, right now. "HELP!" Rachel cried, claws dug into the loose earth of the cliff as she plastered herself against it tightly, terrified to even move out of fear of falling to her death. "SOMEBODY HELP! I CAN'T CLIMB BACK UP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!"

All the naga had ever known was that there were two types of creatures. There were the prey creatures that lived in the jungle and provided food, and there were the intelligent creatures, which consisted of himself and his sister. None of the prey creatures could speak. Only Alma and his sister, Arda were capable of spoken language.

So, imagine his surprise when Alma heard a voice that was not his sister's or even his own, calling for help. No other creature could speak as far as Alma knew. So, he tried to rationalize, it must be his sister, even though it didn't sound like her. And if she was calling for help, she must be in danger.

Quickly, the massive serpentine creature slithered towards the source of the noise, only to be surprised once again when the voice was not coming from Arda, but from a kind of creature he'd never seen before. It looked similar to him and his sister, but like it's tail had been cropped and split into two legs. It's coloring was different as well.

But it was intelligent. At least enough to be able to speak, which was far more than any other creature he'd come across in the jungle. Curious, but cautious, Alma slithered closer, careful not to fall like this strange being obviously had. When he reached the ledge, he slowly peeked over the side, looking down at her (he assumed it was female, judging by the anatomy he could see. It was wearing some sort of garments over it's skin though, so it was difficult for the naga to tell).

After looking at her for a bit, he finally decided she was not a threat and indeed needed help. "Are you stuck?" he asked, deciding that the plethora of other questions he had bubbling up in his mind like a pot about to boil over, could simmer a little bit longer, until she was safe.

[gyaru-tau]

WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK (i drew Krill again)

[wolves-of-etoile]

A message blinks on @the-expatriate's console. From Captain David Weiss, pilot of the Sentry.

Hey, Pari! I just had dinner with Space Grandma. Have you met her yet?

[detective-with-one-arm]

Ouch. That sentence told her enough of what this man probably dealt with on a daily basis. How he hid his arms when he was out and about was beyond her. Maybe he tucked them away? Maybe they could retract?

Or maybe...he couldn't hide. And thus, his only option was to hide away from anyone else, effectively ending his life as he knew it and his ability to participate in society. Poor guy...

"It's not about the looks, Spider-Man." Jumping Spider replied, glancing up the building that looked like it was only being kept together by scaffolding at this point. A barely held-together skeleton with concrete causing the weight to be incredibly skewed. How this building hadn't been torn down, yet, was beyond her.

But there had to be some reason that it was a target. The building wasn't that old and the surrounding buildings were still intact. Clearly, there had to be something of value here.

Something Howard needed to send someone to get. And if Howard wanted it, it couldn't be good.

But first thing's first, she had to see where this guy stood with her. "You got that in writing? Cause I don't need a warrant to investigate a building that looks like the last ten minutes of a long game of Jenga!" With a quip, Jumping Spider launched herself up the building, clearing it by a quarter mile.

And with a thwip, she pulled herself back down and landed on the more structurally sound building.

She needed to see if this Spider-Man would give chase. Hopefully she'd find out before the building collapsed.

And if her Spider-Man got caught in the scuffle, she was prepared to make sure he got out okay. The last thing he probably needed was to get judged by doctors, or worse, volunteered for scientific research.

"You don't seem like a bad guy." The emerald-costumed woman remained tethered to the unstable ceiling by a tightly wound thread of silk, feet firmly planted against the wall. It was an instinct at this point to remain in a position that allowed for more mobility.

She needed to remain nimble.

Jumping Spider waited patiently for the man's response. She'd dealt with a lot of Howard's cronies before, but this one was different. He didn't seem especially violent or vengeful.

Just...sad. And forlorn. Pitiable, but she didn't dare vocalize that thought lest she offend.

Six knew that the hero in green was an enemy of his 'employer' and unfortunately he couldn't just ignore her. Not that he wanted to after seeing her impossibly strong silk, and how her costume was spider themed. There was a standing order to capture anyone who work a spider.

His brother might be the detective of the family, but ever since he'd started to change Six had been searching for answers. So far all he'd managed to find out was that his new limbs and face wasn't actually an accident, but an attempt to recreate an event that happened to someone else. Perhaps this was the someone else.

Unfolding his two lower sets of arms, Six easily crawled up the adjacent wall level to the jewel-toned spider "Haven't you ever heard it's bad manners to judge people by their looks?" answering with a question and internally grateful that his own uniform had a full mask, to hide his mandibles and fangs from sight.

Even as a kid he would run away whenever he and Connor argued over something for more than a few minutes, now with six fists on the line he was even less inclined to attack "You're really not supposed to be here" he warned confident that she was already well aware of that fact.

[theunwedbride]

@vampirel00rd so what should we talk about.

[hells-sirenqueen]

"...exactly. We may have mended a bridge between us but I can still sense some resentment from you. If Lucifer and I are out of the picture, taken out by God, you'll finally get your bittersweet revenge of being publicly punished for the crimes we committed against you. We were not, as they say - a match made in Heaven, despite what God intended for us. Never were, never will be. I know there is still a part of you that hates me with every fiber of your being. You want me to suffer. You want me to die. Well, if things go as I think they might..as most of my gut feelings are correct thus far, you'll finally get your wish, Adam. Congratulations. You'll be finally rid of your first wife and the angel that stole her away from your grasp." Lilith stared down Adam, hands firmly on her hips,"Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that you don't want to see us fall. Tell me that everything we've worked towards this past month actually meant something to you..I have my doubts.."

@dick-meister

[detective-with-one-arm]

Humming as Lyra made her way around the house, Rachel nodded in agreement. The flowers in her arm were a beautiful assortment and were incredibly fragrant and aromatic. They were nothing short of breathtaking.

Smiling, she chuckled. "Too bad I'm not much of a green thumb myself, otherwise I'd offer to help."

“It’s like it never changed.” Rachel mused wistfully, passing by the cottage and taking in a deep sigh, smiling.

“Magical, yes?” Lyra walked around the side of the house. A basket of new flowers to be planted in her arms.

“Though she does need a bit of tending to.” The woman’s eyes sparkled playfully. It was good to see her old friend again.