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[mountainofhistory]

@beautyasthebeasts

Everyone was running around, exchanging chocolates today. Even Eientei had become pretty familiar with the practice, and Reisen was no exception, having taken advantage of the kitchens the previous evening to make a batch of her own - specially prepared for rabbits, of course. They weren't anything special, she was hardly a skilled cook of her own, but she still imagined her target audience would like them.

At least, provided she understood the practice at all. Reisen waited for the right moment, about midday, before heading over to Seiran's dango stall, as she often did. She just had to hope that it was open today, and luckily for her, it was. Rather than her usual placing an order and mental conversation, though, she had a different topic in mind.

"'Morning, Seiran," Reisen said, kicking her hat back. While she usually made some attempt to hide her rabbit ears, it seemed kind of silly to do it while Seiran was out with hers, at this point. "Get any chocolates yet?" Though she kept her question casual, Reisen was actually quite interested in the answer, for a variety of reasons. She wanted to know how much competition she had... and also, she hoped, that Seiran wouldn't really know much about the Valentine's custom yet.

[michael-lurks-nearby]

...

Last night I dreamed I had an interview...

[Ross walks into a hall holding some job applications as the other four members sit at a table surrounded by chairs]

[magisolsmiles]

I may have never seen your eyes but you seem trustworthy enough!

(Ewan and Azama thread: for TOA Witch’s Accord Round 1)

[twowheelerarcee]

And there were three

Starter for @the-black-and-red-femme

D-16 walked through the barracks, towards Shadowwing’s recharge pod. Avoiding Darkwing’s looming figure as he kept up the pace, he snuck up on the young femme he’d come to call conjux.

”Hey Shadow- you awake?” He smiled and he peeked around the corner. It was late by all means, but he didn’t want to miss out on spending the evening with her.

[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?"

[loki-child-of-frigga]

@missmargomuse616

"The breaks not working!" A fearful shout followed by a scream as headlights illuminated the inside of the car.

Instinct more than intent guided Loki's movements as he surged across the space between them. He barely registered the breaking of seatbelts as he moved from his own seat while pulling her from hers.

Metal crunched and screamed as he curled his body around her, taking the brunt of the impact on his back as he shielded her with his body. A soft grunt passed his lips at the moment of impact but nothing more as everything stilled as if the world held its breath in the wake of the accident.

Loki didn't move, not yet, as he kept Margo protectively sheltered in his arms, his seidr visibly protecting anything his body hadn't been able to cover.

[thearcherbrothersx]

Closed starter for @aftermiiidniiight / Muse: Declan Archer

He'd agreed to come by and pick her up this evening. He'd had a late meeting and she was out with friends not too far from his office, so naturally it made sense for his driver to swing by her venue on the way back to his place rather than have her make her way there later.

Declan left his driver with the car outside and made his way inside the club she'd told him she'd be at, his features maintaining the visual of ice; cool and calm. This despite the fact that his eyes visibly began searching the area for her as soon as he stepped inside. He looked entirely out of place, perfectly trimmed and kempt, dressed in a tailored Armani suit, a Rolex around his wrist. The sheer value of the man's attire probably surpassed the average occupant's yearly income. And yet he didn't seem bothered by the smell, the noise or fact that one person or other was intermittently bumping into him as he made his way through the crowds.

In fact, his expression didn't change until he finally spotted the gorgeous redhead on the dancefloor surrounded by several appropriately aged males, and at that point it was only for his lips to thin and brows to shift slightly higher on his forehead before his features settled back into that same indifferent mien. He watched her for a few seconds, considering the many different actions he could take, as well as the possible outcomes of those actions, before he turned around to leave.

[a-forsaken-memory]

Just another round... Shaking out their hands and feet, they braced themselves for another round of this. The words of two people fresh in their mind, it's time to try something new. Well, that's not quite right. They've already jumped through all the necessary hoops to justify this to themselves, this is an investigative round. The only goal is to find out if this will even work, much more if it's even worth it. If they can handle it.

Once she knows that countdown is running, she's off and looking around. Find out who they're up against, any means necessary. The familiar growling is a good sign, followed by spikes erupting from the ground. Maybe the latter is less of a good sign. But she knows John, or hopefully enough to make some educated guesses. He is, luckily, easy enough for them to predict. At least until he learns better- It's not difficult for them to pull his attention off some other poor survivor. Then it's just a game of keeping up with the chase...

Namely, stamina. They're fantastic at pacing themselves, but he's typically rather relentless unless an easier target presents itself. Trying to keep his attention on purpose on top of that? A perfect recipe for disaster, as they slam their shoulder into a corner, the momentum turning them to face him head on!- ??? A gunshot from nowhere. The unmistakable sound of a sword connecting with it's target. Maybe it was right, these people would protect her when needed. For now they've got bigger problems to deal with, hurrying off to look for a method to get themselves patched up. He won't give up on coming after her for long, and she knows it. @phos-saken (hope you wanted to FUCKING READ.)

A fun round, this one was. Plenty of resistance to push through. The familiar hum and ding of his abilities, the reveal of where people were… That new face. No one else was that tall. Had such a distinct look. And no one else on this particular team was quite so fresh. Easy pickings?

The hunt was on.

John roars as he’s stunned, and hit once more, seemingly for good measure. But it doesn’t matter. There’s someone that is far more interesting to take after. With a burst of speed, he’s off after her without faltering. Those pesky sentinels couldn’t get in the way on the other side of the arena.

Well, she has what she wants. John’s undivided attention, as he charges after her, rather consistently barely missing his swings. He growls at her as he misses another swing, mad enough to drop the chase to slam his arm into the ground, aiming to hit her with a wall of familiar spikes.

Whatever they’re planning, this better be worth it.

[necrostar]

How unbelievably embarrassing. Him, the great Bakura, the master of stealth, the clear know-it-all of everything... got locked out his own house again. This time, however, with his lockpicking set still inside. He'd forgotten it when he left that morning.

And now, with nowhere else to go, he was at his doorstep like a stray. What a nightmare. It was one thing if he was here for... literally anything else. It's another when you need something.

Without a word, face tinged red, he knocked with the side of his fist.

"Atem! It's me, open the door!" He barked, stepping back with his arms crossed. He looked impatient, annoyed, and most importantly: like a wet cat. It poured rain the entire way over. Even the sky wanted to point and laugh at him.

@kitxkatrp

[thethreefaes]

@dragonmasterhiccup

Flinging the bag over his shoulder, Ash stepped through the Veil and into the fae circle on Berk. It had gone through some changes as the years passed. Still an eternal spring but with a river and large willow now. A new and smaller crystal table set up for when they had meetings. He chuckled looking at the willow and thinking back to that fateful day.

Hiding his wings and gold markings on his face and arms, the dragain fae looked human as he left the ring. The young man still couldn’t get over the size of the Viking village and all the energy that radiated from it. After the huge party following the chief’s wedding, he was surprised the human and dragons had any energy. He grinned thinking of how his father was still recovering. Dodging around the locals he made his way to the Great Hall. The Vikings recognizing him as a friend and letting him through.

“Your clan shines bright, Chief!” Ash greeted and leaned against the table. Setting his bag down at his feet.

“I brought some new sketches and notes for your book. We discovered a smaller species of silver frosts. Fast little buggers too.” Laughing he rummaged through the bag and pulled out a pouch.

“And got some scales too. Figured you’d like to see. They’re a lot more iridescent than Altair’s.”

[darlinghearts]

OPEN TO : M (gimmie a Is.ra.el Bro.ussa.rd type of nerdy / cute, doesn't have to be HIS fc just the type for added bonus lol) CONNECTION : Greek life / college peer / lab partner type / stranger at a party / etc idk just gimmie something sweet for Twy please lol, she deserves it after being so grumpy

❝I swear to GOD if you hit me with some stupid pick up line right now, I'm GOING to punch you in the face.❞ Excuse her, she's been having a BAD day. Stoic expression lifted just SLIGHTLY then as a brow quirked upward and her head cocked to the side, POISED for his next reaction. Her fist wasn't clenched YET, but God was she ready.

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  bomi  coming  thru  for @blackcardz

            it  was  always  a  pleasure  dining  with  the  duo,  both  of  them  full  of  life  and  enthusiastic  as  per usual  -  a  stark  contrast  to  her  own  parents  who  were  brooding  and  condescending  toward  her  and  others.  the  usual  conversations  ensue,  with  hyunwoo's  mother  asking  her  about  school  and  how  her  studies  are  going.  bomi  wasn't  much  of  a  talker,  but  they  were  an  exception.  in  the  midst  of  the  meal  with  her  would-be  in  laws,  his  presence  comes  into  view,  halting  the  conversations  effectively.  '  oh,  good  of  you  to  join  us,  hyunwoo.  come  sit  next  to  your  wife  ',  his  mom  chimes  out  with  a  giggle  to  match.  giving  the  older  male  a  small  smile  and  even  a  head  bow,  she  puts  on  a  rather  fake  act  -  knowing  this  would  be  one  of  many  of  such  acts,  given  their  arrangement.

[magisolsmiles]

Hair of the redhead Heir

- Ewan and Sylvain thread -

[dragonmasterhiccup]

@thethreefaes

Hiccup had just finished polishing a new axe he'd made when he heard someone enter the forge.

"I'll be right with you," he said, setting the axe down and turning his attention towards the entrance.

"Oh! Ash, hey! What, what's wrong? You look like the twins convinced you to see their boar pit..."

[devouredlamb]

" so what? you expected a freebie? " angel asked, head tilting to the side, lips twitching slightly, " why should I do that? " he wasn't exactly amused but he wasn't always the easiest person to read. he licked his lower lip, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he looked the other up and down, " gimme one good reason. "

[nomadjones]

dallas 📲 open.

Dallas: Is working every 24 hour shift you're asked to do for nearly six months enough to justify taking a week off? Dallas: Or is a week off in February pointless in itself. @aurorabaystarter