#v: tba;;

[notimminent]

@luposcainus helped, ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜

Some points in life, there are moments when you wonder how you've gotten this far in life when you can barely keep the essentials near you. The idiom dealing with losing ones head if it weren't attached really speaks volumes in moments of pure focus. The need to get from point A to point C blackened her vision of anything else, even of the fact that she might lose the very item that was taking her to her final destination. Emma had gotten all the way to her father's store, unlocked the front door, before reaching in her bag to grab out the book she had... borrowed a couple weeks ago that she had realized she needed to return. Her conscience (and her father) were weighing down on her about not taking merchandise.

Turning towards the voice that broke the anxious silence of her digging through her bag multiple times, trying to will the book back into her bag by sheer force. Apparently, it worked. She saw the book enter her vision, a hand attached to it. Looking up at the person, she went on impulse. Arms outstretched to give them a hug before realizing... this is a stranger and she didn't ask if they were comfortable with hugs. The younger Emma wouldn't even think of this. Character development.

"Thank you so much -- I didn't exactly... pay for this and I would've felt it on my conscience if I didn't return it. I honestly need to get a new backpack with how loose the pockets and snap closures don't stay closed, but I just can't get myself to replace it. If I did, though, this wouldn't keep happening. "

[chxmpionofjustice]

@sorenyamashita​​​ asked: "There's supposed to be an eclipse soon... you worried?"  

Unprompted Asks

                          “Mmm... I don’t know.” She murmured quietly, gaze far away as she stared at nothing in particular. “Kind of... But that’s just me thinking too much.” She continued, shaking off the almost apathetic tone near the end to add some of her expected pep into her voice. She looked at him, offering a smile, “I’m sure that’s all it is. After a certain amount of time, we all just get a little worried that things have been too quiet for too long.”

[figurecollection]

Teto Kasane Nendoroid by Good Smile Company, of Synthesizer V

[delxsive]

@graveyard-ripper

it is no longer uncommon for the princess to venture into the kitchen, especially in the late hours of the night. though the hushed voices should set off warning signs in the geniuses overactive subconscious, the docile, familiar tone ( from one of the few people she trusts ) ensures her safety. a habit that has become like clockwork, the royal rounds the foot of the staircase into the warm, surprisingly empty kitchen to be met with an unfamiliar ( yet familiar ) face, mimicking the features of the woman opposite the table.

❝ mary anne. ❞ the royal greets, chestnut brown hair falling in subtle waves over her shoulders, scattered with the remnants of a few small braids. the princess does not wear her nightclothes, as she no longer bothers to feign a guise of sleep. instead, an austere, slightly off-white garment hugs her silhouette until it reaches the floor. those warm, doe eyes are wider than usual, stunned by the absolute beauty of the rugged woman that captures her gaze. it is rude to stare, the princess can hear her mother in the back of her mind, though she can not bring herself to look away. ❝ you. . . have a visitor. i apologize for my intrusion. ❞ ivory grimes knows each person permitted within her castle by name, and this is not one of them.

[vuulpecula]

✖ @tapalslegacy starter.

"Filth," the cloaked man spat. Leaving flecks of blood on the white of the Grand Inquisitor's uniform. This was his town, everyone within it, they belonged to him. "You are nothing but the Empire's dog," he growled, their sabers meeting again in an earth-shattering blow. "They should have culled you with all the others." He sprang backward, putting distance between him and his formidable opponent.

Movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and he turned his scarred face slowly in the direction of it. Watching as the Grand Inquisitor's companion helped usher people inside. A mother and a child. The fool haded them her blaster and he grinned. The wind whipped at her hair, pulling the strands in the same way he pulled on the Force. Using it to aid him as he sprang away in the direction of Fox. He might not be able to neutralize his attacker, but he could at least take a life from him. He had tried at the beginning, going for the weaker of the two, but the Grand Inquisitor had met him swiftly blade for blade and his focus had shifted.

Fox, doing her best to keep the innocent town's people from ending up in the crossfire, paused to gather her breath. They should have all been safe now, safe from the Jedi who had held them captive, had controlled them--and she had thought the Empire was bad. She had faith that Cal could handle himself, that he would be able to disbatch their target quickly--it was why her focus was elsewhere.

Turning at the buzz of a saber, she reacted on instinct, ducking and rolling as the Jedi swung his saber in a move that was surely meant to take her head. She scrambled up, grabbing for a secondary gun at her ankle, trying to get closer to the protection the Grand Inquisitor could offer. There was a pull at her ankle, a sensation like a hand wrapping around the bone, forcefully pulling until she was falling, mouth full of dirt. Then the dragging as their target began to howl.

"Cal!" She never called him by his name, although she knew it. This was perhaps the first--and the last-- time it would ever surface on her lips.

[oktaviaslabyrinth]

Khenarthi's Roost // The Elder Scrolls V: Beyond Skyrim - Elsweyr (TBA)

[marcescenx-arc]

Hero Tenko with his jean jackets and ripped jeans. Beanie hat and fingerless gloves. Probs has those dollar store bracelets. A choker with a crystal linked onto it. His T-shirt is probs some retro game logo. He's probs walking along the edge of a roof high up. Extremely balanced. The type to tilt his head back and catch rain drops on his tongue. If he's in a limo or cab, he'd probs half way lift himself out of the roof window and laugh as the driver keeps going. Ignoring the traffic and throwing his hands in the air. The type to cliff dive or run off a long pier and jump into the water with a loud WOO! Someone who loves adrenaline. Jumps regardless of dangers. But would be the first to protect others from dangers.

[epitaffia]

if there was one thing that'd take some getting used to it was the climate of this place. gone are the days of hot sunny weather for months on end ; say hello to drab cloud & cold rain ! ( ugh, maybe it wasn't such a great idea to move all the way out here ). doppio huffs a sigh at the sad loss of warmer weather while hunching a little more in on themselves, thankful for the small fire they'd thrown together, its warmth a comfort along with the toasted marshmallows it provided.

it was quiet away from civilization, & peaceful, & most of all ... private. yet not secluded away from the locals enough, it would seem ... hazel eyes watch the flickering flames, through which a part of them observe- ( wait, what was her name again ? )

" uh- " doppio sits up a little, bringing the long stick topped with steaming marshmallow to their mouth & blowing on it to cool down, " i don't think i caught your name the other day ... " ( was it taylor, or tammy ... tabby ?? ) whatever name her mother had screamed as they made their escape, they can't quite remember. a look of perplexion crosses freckles features warmed by the orange glow of the fire. the sweet glob of sugary goodness promptly shoved into their mouth, " well, if you don't remember mine ; my name's doppio. you won't see any trouble from me unless you break into my house, " a pause, their lighthearted tone shifting into one of concern, a sudden thoughts crossing their mind, " hey, i have a question ... do you get bears up here ? it'd be good to know if i should, i don't know, install bear-proofing or something. " ( although seeing a bear would be pretty neat ... ) @scarletcursed

[exxtermini]

From X

"Come on you NASTY SLUTS! fucking work harder, Zephyr open your wings more and straighten your damn back or else you're going to get your wings sliced in half during the next extermination! "

Lute's wings were fully open as she watched over the other exterminators and angelic beings train.. they had to get better. they NEEDED to get better if they wanted to take down the Princess and that whoreish traitor VAGGIE.

They couldn't fail again... they couldn't . They had lost so many of their own... so many countless lives taken away by those filth and the Princess. it disgusted her

Lute would take a moment before breathing and lifting up her metallic arm. this training was going to get them no where. they were all to SOFT.... she understood they did not want to genuinely hurt each other due to the potency of the angelic steel but.. maybe some blood shed WOULD help

" @timetoprey strike me and make me bleed. if regular training will not work we will go into a more harsh case of action. though we are not to KILL each other with our blades. we are going to toughen up another way. no more gentle SPARS...it's now a full on fight. act as if your life depends on getting a hit on me. the first to draw blood is deemed a winner. RULES are simple. DO NOT go for vitals only arms, cheeks and legs. DO NOT penetrate with your weapon or I myself will rid you of your life. WHEN your PARTNER says the phrase " YOU WIN" you stop what your doing and assess the injuries together. simple enough? GOOD. NOW BEGIN "

[mcltiples]

Plotted Starter for @captainbuzzkill88

Showing up unannounced was the Radio Demon's specialty. He rarely liked to give anyone a heads up as to where he wanted to be. And better yet, seeing the look of displeasure or surprise on the person's face was comedic in itself to keep on going.

So that's what he did. Tonight. Standing right behind Husk. His hands clasped behind his back, holding onto his cane. His eyes burrowing in the back of that head.

"Husker!" He spoke with a demand. "There you are, friend! I've been looking everywhere for you. How has tonight been treating you? Fair, I hope."

[notimminent]

@killersnatch queried, "this is creepy, right?"

"Creepy feels too much of a... fluffy word to describe this situation. Teenagers call creaks in their old houses when they're home alone creepy when the word they mean is unsettling." Spit got caught in her throat as her eyes were trained ahead of the two, needing force to swallow. Every nerve in her body was heightened, the hairs on her arms were standing on edge, and her eyes darted around them in a heightened fervor. "This--what we're dealing with--is straight up spine-chilling."

[klept0kid]

[vuulpecula]

✖ @rickgrimesdoingrickthings cont.

Lounging sideways in what was practically a throne, Fox observed the rings adorning her fingers as if Rick arriving was part of an everyday occurrence. Barely looking his way for more than a moment. Relaxed to the point she almost appeared bored. “Mm, yes, you are a killer. I see.” Not that she looked, adjusting a diamond around her index finger. She smiled as it glinted.

With a stretch, her arms and a leg stretching out, Fox sighed. Her foot came near to a walker chained to the wall behind the throne, the deceased reached for it, snapping hungrily. She turned her body, resting her elbows on her knees to get a better look at him. The CRM had stepped up the game if she compared him to the last guy unfortunate enough to come through. “There may be no point, but it would be fun, yes?” Her teeth were exposed to him as she grinned, canines sharpened to points. He had guns, but she didn’t need them.

“They did not tell you what happened to the one that came before you, did they? Only that you need lots of men and lots of guns and lots of…” She waved her hand around, searching for a word that would describe him. “Attitude?” She understood her compound was a valuable resource. They had an endless supply of fresh water when those around them could not count on the same. Her people kept the facility up, generating energy with handmade inventions to keep the plant running. It would not be surprising to her if he didn’t find her funny, he didn’t look like he appreciated jokes.

“I am sitting here, is that not cooperating? Speak your peace, dog of the republic, I want to hear if they have changed their spiel.” There was a second in command, far from there by now, with a majority of her people. Those that had remained behind had volunteered to defend their walls. His company was too large for them to defend themselves, she had chosen to send them away, save them at least for now from whatever fist the CRM was bringing down upon them. Take as much ammo as possible to keep it out of the hands of the army. What were their weapons without their bullets? Not all realized that a gun could still be used even when it was empty. Her people did.

“Go on, tell me your demands before I decide I want to do, as you say, resist.”

[labwebs]

@inhcritance liked for an insom!pete starter

For once in his life, Peter had managed to be early. Already sitting in his and Harry's (and MJ's, when she came here too) usual booth at Joe's Pizza, the usual order put in, and two glasses of each of their respective soda of choice sitting on coasters on the table. He'd even managed to have enough forethought to warn Miles that he was going to be unavailable for an hour or two while he hung out with his best friend now that he was back. True, if there was a real emergency he'd find an excuse to bow out early, but he was just so excited to finally have Harry back.

Engrossed in something on his phone he didn't notice that Harry had walked in until he sat across from him at the booth. "Oh! Hey, sorry- I was just asking MJ what she wanted me to make tonight if we've both got time to have dinner at her place. They're already cooking our pizza, though."

[victoriousfidelity]

It's one of those celebrations that threatens to go on for days, raucous enjoyment spilling out across Asgard as freely as the mead flows into the citizens' cups.

Speaking of cups. Sigyn has spent most of the last hour or so practicing her poker face while watching Thor and the exceedingly inebriated Warriors wonder why their cups seem to move - or disappear entirely - every time they reach for them. At least twice, she's made the mistake of catching Loki's eye in the immediate aftermath of the illusion being cast, and had to mask the laughter threatening to overwhelm her as a cough.

When the others finally get fed up enough that they stride off through the crowd to find more to drink, Sigyn moves into the now-vacant seat beside Loki, finally free to let her amusement show. She's always been fascinated by the way he uses magic, even the smaller displays like this. It's so different from where her own skillset lies, and she can't resist asking:

"Show me how you do it?"

lyric starter for @benevolentgodloki Just Like Heaven - The Cure

[likeacharacterinamusical]

@missysrehabilitation

At the time, having a biometric scanner attached to the Vault's lock had seemed a good idea, until the now-blonde Doctor realized that she'd forgotten to add a chronolock just in case some future version decided to pay a visit.

Having finished updating the software, she waved a hand over the lock, taking the brief moment while she waited for the door to open to steel her nerves.

"I've brought a picnic!" the Doctor announced. She smiled broadly. "Some spaghetti, some wine, some sugar mice--and probably more that I've forgotten about!"