#v:{modern}

[meteorshcts]

plotted starter for @askaeristheflower

It was only nine in the morning, but Zack was tired. Tired of walking, for one thing – he'd been out for three hours now, and the chill was only just finally burning off with the light of the sun. Tired of wearing his jacket, that was another thing, but that was easy to remedy. He slid it off his shoulders with a small sigh. Tired of trading one vice for another, he couldn't help but think as he finished his cigarette and put it out.

Tired of being in his stupid apartment all alone, that was for sure.

He tossed the used butt of his cigarette into a trash bin and popped a breath mint into his mouth. It wouldn't wholly cover the smell of smoke, but whatever. At least he wouldn't be terrible to talk to, like this. And some people dug a guy who smoked, as uncool as it was quickly becoming.

He could use a break, though. A break from walking. His bad leg was beginning to act up a little bit, and he glanced around. He walked these streets fairly often, and there used to be an empty building here. But now, as he looked at the storefront, he realized it had been bought and repurposed into a little coffee shop. Lily Brew.

The name reminded him of something.

Well, whatever. He could always use some coffee, and with any luck, the baristas wouldn't be terrible at brewing it here. He walked on in, noting the cute little chime that the door, and glanced around. There was a woman behind the counter with long, brunette hair, and...oh, he knew that face. He knew why that name sounded familiar now, too.

“Aeris?” he asked, breaking into a wide grin. “Aeris Gainsborough, that can't be you.”

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

The air was thick with salt and tourists.

Chief Inspector James Norrington stepped off the dock and onto the creaking gangplank of the María Celestina, the so-called “crown jewel” of the harbor’s historical attractions. She was freshly waxed and obnoxiously polished, bobbing smugly in the water as if she wasn’t the scene of a high-profile theft.

He adjusted his sunglasses, not because the sun was in his eyes—but because he could feel a headache forming already.

A museum staffer—young, nervous, probably not used to talking to real police—greeted him near the main deck. “Sir, it—it was just gone this morning. No alarm, no signs of forced entry, nothing.”

James held up a hand. “Save the details. Just… show me the logbook.”

They led him past the velvet ropes and down into the exhibit hall, where a glass display case now sat suspiciously empty. The spotlight still shone dramatically on the void. A plaque below it read:

“Gold Doubloon – Circa 1697. Believed to be part of the Mad Red Corsair’s final plunder.”

Of course it was.

James took the logbook and flipped through the pages with a practiced eye. Names, numbers, mostly tourists. Then, at the bottom of the guest list from the night before:

“Captain Jack S.”

No address. No number. Just that—alongside a doodled compass rose that looked suspiciously smug for an ink drawing.

James glared at the empty display case, the stolen coin already weighing on his mind like a stone. He turned sharply toward Gillette and Groves, his tone biting and impatient. “Find Captain Jack S. I don’t care how—trace his steps, check the docks, question every bloody tourist if you have to. I want him now.” He paused, eyes narrowing.

Both officers stiffened and nodded in unison. “Yes, sir.”

@flighty-sparrow

[idolbound]

And now for the real Stannard family tree.

I included both younger and older versions of @sanctamater and Meredith's faceclaims just for comparison, as well as Meredith's older sister.

While Meredith and Amelia do like to pretend that they made their daughters entirely themselves, Amelia's cousin Edmund did his part - through IVF processes, they used Meredith's eggs but fertilized and implanted in Amelia's uterus to carry them to term. Their daughters - Margaret and Johanna - are fraternal twins, meaning they were separate embryos rather than one embryo that split from another (which would've made them identical instead).

[afraidofchange]

@godblooded

[ oh. lovely. she can’t help but smile about it. sincerity is a virtue she believes in pretty staunchly. ] [ TXT: SHEP ] that’s maybe one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. [ TXT: SHEP ] choosing a specific kiss. [ TXT: SHEP ] that’s incredibly charming. and likewise. thank you.

[ TXT: ALANA ] Well, that kiss in particular was pretty memorable. [ TXT: ALANA ] I enjoyed sharing it with you. [ TXT: ALANA ] In fact, it's very hard to think about anything else. Don't know if we can top that one, but... I'm willing to try if you are.

[h3artf3ltint3nt]

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[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

truck date - "Adam, I heard of a local food truck called Garden of Eatin' - they have apple-smoked ribs" (Based off a real food truck I know)

He actually laughed at that. "Think we can get discounts if we prove we're the primordial humans"? He joked,he was comfortable joking about it now. They say that's one of the first steps to healing trama,only took a few thousand years,and sessions lots of sessions,he should send Judus Jance a gift basket for all the shit he'd put him through. "Sounds fantastic lead the way my love". He sighed, honestly content with how his long life had turned out. It had taken a lot of work on his part but it was worth it. Him and Eve were back together again,everything was perfect.

[thesilverfullcr]

plotted starter for @draikoeques

The problem with letting Emmanellain plan anything was...well, everything.

Haurchefant knew this already, and yet he had let Emma plan Artoirel's bachelor party. Somehow, the wires had gotten crossed, and here they were, with the entire wedding party, with reservations for the night, with no other venues ready or willing to accept such a big party, at a gay strip club. For Artoirel, who was marrying a woman. And somehow, no one had realized it until they were there.

“Well,” Haurchefant said, clapping each of his brothers on the back with a wide grin, “we're already here, right? Let's just make the best of it. It's not like we're all straight, now, is it? Besides, they'll have drinks, and that's what we really want!”

And so, inside they went. There was a large table in front of the stage saved for them, and Haurchefant studiously did not look at the stage. That felt a little...well, he knew very well that these people were just doing their job, just looking for a paycheck, but it felt like he should not be looking at these scantily clad men hanging off the stripper pole. He just wanted a drink.

Artoirel was busily telling the waiter about the mistake his brother had made and how he was not at all gay, which made him sound more than ever like a closeted gay man. Haurchefant sighed and sipped his drink. Emmanellain was trying not to look like he was looking around in some wonder, while the other members of the wedding party were awkwardly joking with each other. This had been...a poor idea, probably.

It was Emmanellain who confronted him about the way he was focused on his drink. “We're here for you, brother, and you're not even watching the stage?”

“Nonesense, we're here for Arotoirel!” Haurchefant insisted, only to get a sour look from his elder brother.

“Okay, but you're the bisexual one,” Emma said. “The rest of us are straight – ”

Haurchefant snorted.

“I am, that thing with Francel doesn't count.”

“You should ask Francel if he thinks it 'didn't count.'”

“Anyway, you should be watching! These are performers, and they're performing for your gaze!” Emma insisted.

“I don't know, it just seems a little demeaning is all,” Haurchefant admitted. “Like I'm disrespecting them by looking, you know?”

“Haurche, this is a strip club. They're dancing like that on purpose, because they want to entertain us – you. They want to entertain you, specifically. Look, that one is looking right at you.”

Haurchefant looked up against his better judgment. There was a lavender skinned beauty upside down on the pole, and sure enough, he was looking at Haurchefant. It was everything he could do to will himself not to blush at the wink he received when their eyes met. He gave a half hearted smile to the dancer and then forced himself to look back at Emmanellain.

“It just feels bad,” he said insistently, spreading his hands out.

Emma rolled his eyes and went back to his drink. “At least one of us should enjoy himself.”

[sunfyre-rider]

@brazenbaela said: Tidus sits on her shoulder as she stares at her cousin unimpressed with a hand on her hip. ' tidus isn't a baboon. And what was that about you doing something criminal the other day? Did aemond bail you out again? '

"I will do something criminal to you if you don't leave me the fuck alone." It wasn't really his fault he was arrested, he was even released soon as the cops realized the mistake, but the gossip aid his bad boy vibes, so he won't deny it. "Why are you even here? Don't you have a freshman to bother?"

[leondxs]

@purelyradiating | cont. (x)

The fae's man's expression was mildly annoyed at best, devoid of any fear or otherwise unease. Though there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes as they blinked up at her, his head canting slightly to the right. To him, the peculiarity was not really a matter of her size, but her reaction.

Calling herself a monster in the presence of a monster. It had not occurred to him until now that she was bewitched by his human guise. Only because he'd not pinned her to be entirely human for... obvious reasons.

He was always pleased when his glamour worked. Bringing in prey like flies to honey. This, however, seemed a bit overkill.

He lifted a brow, crossing his arms and allowing his lips to curl into a wry smile.

❝ Not at all. You don't fit the description of a monster to me. Other than being a bit tall. ❞

He pressed a hand to his temple and sighed softly. She seemed nice enough. He could humor her. Besides, he had the rest of the evening to hunt.

❝ Forgive me, I can be rather irritable when I'm hungry. I am Leo, and you are? ❞

[onepiecc]

@kiigan -plotted start-

Leigh was a normal person until one day when his life changed completely when his group of trainees were competing for a job position none of them knew what exactly. The tall male did his best and passed the tests easily coming out the top of his group so he was selected to become the crown prince's new personal bodyguard. Now here he was a few months later watching the male and hovering nearby as they were at a party that was being held for political reasons. The maroonette was wearing his suit with sunglasses to cover the bags under his eyes as he did not sleep at all. He was caught up reading a new book series and taking care of his cat when he should have gotten more rest. He did not want to reveal this to the prince as he was informed it was going to be a long shift due to the party going from dusk to dawn.

Standing in the corner of the room, he lifted his arm to hide his yawn to look professional. It was boring having to deal with all the powerful politicians and rulers from across the world, but even worse when everyone always stared at him. Leigh was a tall man standing at 6’10 which meant that he stood above others which caused prideful people to scorn him. However, he did not care as he did not see himself as better than anyone else. Noticing the prince had no eating or drinking, he slowly stepped forward to whisper to him. “Your highness, I suggest trying to munch on something as it’ll be a long evening and the party just started.”

[elyrianinspo]

Can’t stop won’t stop

[ofgunsandlipstick]

@scinglives || starter

Peggy fixed her hair in the mirror, tamping down the nervous energy threatening to overtake her as they got ready to host Callum's family. She knew what a big day it was for him and she wanted to make sure it all went smoothly.

"Are you sure there's nothing else I can do?" she asked over her shoulder. "Everything's set?"

[aeternxm-aa]

oh miss tibs !! kiss or diss miss nova !!

KISS OR DISS | accepting!

❝ i-i thought that would've been quite obvious. ❞ to voice such a thing was a difficult task, but there's no doubt in tiburon's mind what she'd choose - what she'd always choose.

hair tucked behind her ears as she ducks her head, the shyest of smiles upon her face. ❝ kiss. i would like to kiss nova. a lot - actually. she's a wonderful kisser and-- ❞

❝ i-i-i've said too much! ❞

[idolbound]

Bear with me... modern!Meredith

[afraidofchange]

The Cmdr Alice J. Shepard Lesbian boyfriend vibe of it all.

[h3artf3ltint3nt]

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