#lemme know if I need to change anything!))

[indulgnces]

who: theodore clark (@backtotheo)

where: masquerade ball

Masquerade balls always seemed like something out of fiction for Jenny — existing only in the world of romcoms and supernatural television and fantasy novels as a dramatic backdrop to spice up a plot. Not something meant for her mundane life. So when she heard her neighborhood was hosting their own ball for Halloween, it felt only fitting that she don a costume from one of those fictional worlds, hoping the stark red of her dress blended in with the 'bloody' aspect of the vampiric theme of the night.

In line with those fictional worlds, she always thought the 'not recognizing anyone' thing was simply a dramatization for the movies. Yet, as Jenny scanned the crowd from her spot near the event's bar and struggled to discern her friends from strangers, she was quickly realizing there was a lot more truth to the notion. Gnawing on the straw of her drink, she leaned over to voice her thoughts to the man nearest her. "You're totally not recognizing anyone here too, right? That's not just me? Because I really thought the whole Clark-Kent-mask thing was fake before this."

#cornelia.halloween #jenny | theo c. #jenny interactions. #lemme know if I need to change anything! #also rip to jenny bb openly talking to the person she's avoiding askjsj

[undeadremcycle]

With: @cantfightmoonlight (Meena) Where: Country Club/Clan headquarters

The word still rang in Remmy's head as they stood outside the large, imposing doors to what was, apparently, a country club. It wasn't the building or even the description, though, that made them take pause. It was the word that came before, the word that the clerk had told them when they'd first come to town and been asked their species, the word that had been reserved for movies and fairytales up until now.

Vampire.

Remmy felt a little stupid. Vampire. How had they even become a vampire? Why had Lucy know what a vampire was? Why was Roy involved with vampires? When the hell did vampires become a real thing? They shifted nervously, glancing down at Moose, who sat dutifully by their left side, vigilant eyes scanning the building before them. They'd been told to come here for more information, but any further than that, Remmy had accidentally tuned it all out, overwhelmed, suddenly, by what they'd discovered. Their ears were still ringing now, too.

Some people walked by them and went into the building, not even bothering a glance back to where they stood still, in the middle of the drop off street. They blinked and watched the door slowly close, before Moose's signal caught their attention, letting them know someone was coming up on their left side.

A woman. Tall, dark-skinned, darker hair, and dark eyes, who looked more like a specter than a solid person in the moonlight. Remmy blinked and rubbed their eye. "Uh, excuse me?" they called, as it seemed the woman was walking in their direction. "I, uhh, was told to come here? By the-- er...when I came into town. Somethin' about, like, I could find someone to do this vampire stuff with? Or ask them about it? I-- I sorta accidentally tuned 'em out and forgot what they said."

#gif chat #gif chat: meena #meena #lemme know if i need to change anything!

[sshoryuken]

(@nosomatsu)

➣ (O)h great, this guy again. If he'd said he hadn't taken notice of the dark-haired man kicking around the area lately, trying to bum money or cigarettes off the locals, Scott would be lying through his teeth. Not really an uncommon thing for him, but... well... that's different! Just different. But don't ask him how.

With his weird hair done up and yet always so casual-looking, and his constantly-changing sense of style... the way he always seems to talk different, depending on whatever hue he's garbed in on that afternoon. Sometimes it's yellow, and on that day he's shouting about baseball. Other days it can be green, where he's gawking at pretty women with no subtlety at all.

All around, the situation is simply perplexing.

Today he's wearing red, throwing his arm around whatever girl passes by and trying to flirt with no success. Arguably the most annoying personality he takes on next to the blue one, when he speaks in broken French and tries to play guitar. Scott watches from afar, shrouded halfway by the block corner, as he sizes the guy up. He thinks for a moment, trying to gauge if he can simply approach without getting surprise socked in the nose. Normally, he wouldn't care about the presence of some random tourist, but this is a special case. A mystery plaguing his mind that he can't be rid of without proper answers.

He decides to approach. The guy clearly isn't going anywhere, as he still seems to somehow think he can get anywhere with the girls in the province, weaving around the streets delicately and quickly as to avoid him.

"What's your deal?" The query comes out abruptly as Scott stalks up to the unfamiliar, fists balled up and crammed into the pockets of his thick winter jacket.

"Every time I see you around here, you're acting like a different guy. Super weird, dude, lemme tell you."

#☆ bread makes you fat!? ; in character #☆ somewhere only we know ; main verse #nosomatsu #lemme know if i need to change anything!

[princessonia]

@oletusmanors 🌹

It was difficult to believe that such an adorable, seemingly typical little girl had committed atrocities the likes of Sonia, herself. From her understanding, Kotoko was not brainwashed into Despair like most; it simply befell her in the every day life she lived. Like many things, Sonia did wish to understand the reason; in a better world, there should’ve been no cause for a dear child to feel such hate and agony.

Unfortunately, she knew completely that this was not a better world.

“Utsugi,” she said in her most gentle voice, “I do understand that you see adults as demons,” and, quite honestly, that wasn’t an unfair judgement, “but may I ask what constitutes as an adult in your mind?”

#yayyyayayay kotoko #lemme know if i need to change anything! #oletusmanors #🌹「 • goodbye despair. 」

[tatteredxsails]

[ @vocesofmd continuing from here ] contains mild S2 spoilers

[tw: suicidal ideation, implied drug use]

Ed was a spectator. He'd felt like a damn spectator through so much of his later life, but it felt especially true now. He was sitting back seat to everything that he was happening to -- and he was happening to a lot of things. Being an observer in the middle of a raid wasn't anything new, at least. He'd perfected that art a long time ago. His role in the raid was to show up and be Blackbeard. Didn't really fucking matter what that was, so long as he was there.

Then it had stopped mattering if he was even there. The flag would do it.

He'd made things more interesting for them, lately. They'd gotten good at sneaking, insofar as you could sneak in a ship. The relatively small size of The Revenge helped, in that regard. He'd gotten back up to some of his old tricks, finding ways to appear aboard the target vessel before they even knew that they were about to be raided. That was fun, at least.

He hadn't really been feeling the fun of this raid. He fell back into being a spectator, standing with a hand rested lazily on the helm as he watched the kids.

Wind 'em up and watch 'em go... he had implemented a few different ways to pump them up for a raid to varying degrees of success. Sometimes it was the fine powder he ground up in the cabin. That was usually a big hit. Other times, it was a thin peal of pain from his first mate. The kids weren't big fans of that, but it could be a motivator when necessary.

Speaking of the kids... Ed ran his tongue over his teeth as he watched a man drop in front of Frenchie. Big fuck-off kind of guy that Ed was surprised that Frenchie had decided to take on. Ed hadn't selected him out of Bonnet's collection of misfit toys for his skills with a sword. There was the sewing thing, sure. That was an excuse. The music was a better one, even though he didn't really ever let Frenchie play. Not anymore. The real, simple, reason was that he liked Frenchie.

He watched the man stagger back with a sword through his gut and disappear behind some barrels lashed at the far end of the deck. Fuck. He still liked Frenchie, for whatever that was worth. Not like he really felt much of anything lately, right?

Ed walked down the stairs as if he weren't strolling into the middle of a heated fight, surrounded by the sound of steel sliding and clattering against steel and the cries of the dying. Someone shot off a round near him, the ball slamming into the gunnel a few feet away. Huh. Shame they were a shit shot.

He wasn't. He lifted one of his pistols from his bandolier and fired off a round, effectively clearing the path he needed to take to get where he was going. There was probably some other reason he was doing this. Something about not being able to let go of Bonnet and Frenchie being an extension of that because he'd been on that crew or some other such bullshit he didn't want to think about.

Ed reached the barrels and braced a hand against one to peer over them at the fallen man, "Heeeey. You're not... dead... are you?"

#vocesofmd #tatteredxsails:Edward #responding to an open starter #lemme know if I need to change anything! #tw: suicidal ideation #tw: passive suicidal ideation #tw: implied drug use #tw: violence #tw: injury #spoilers: ofmd

[sensoryled]

@pulchramundii​ gets a starter.

❝ hey! wait up . . . mister lysandre, wait! ❞ marcellus hurries down the hallway after lysandre. it had taken him a moment to identify him, but ultimately, lysandre’s appearance is very . . . distinctive. there is also the fact that marc thinks that lysandre might not be aware of the coalition of team flare and lysandre labs. ( it can’t possibly go to the top, right? ) he appears before him, holding his ralts ( the only pokemon to which he currently has access ).

❝ sir, there’s something important i’ve gotta talk to you about. please, before someone comes looking for me. it should only take a few minutes, and i’m begging. ❞

#lemme know if i need to change anything! #pulchramundii #++ pulchramundii ; 001. ++ #threads. #v ; flare. #++ archived. ++

[withbitterness]

starter for: @kelseyrobinson​ setting: evening at pride, stonewall inn

Playing Giant Jenga at Stonewall wasn't exactly how Sherri saw her night ending, but she wasn’t mad at it. At least she wasn’t feeling as.... overstimulated as she was earlier. Instead she felt like she was simmering with a low charge (because feeling non-tense period just wasn’t in the cards for her today apparently (she didn’t have to wonder why)). As one round ended and most of her competitors soon dispersed, Sherri remained, cradling her drink in one hand while putting the final pieces back together for another round with the other. “This game should not be as calming as it is, considering.” 

#★— sherri interactions. #sherri | kelsey r. #event: pride22 #enyc.pride2022 #lemme know if I need to change anything! #she could have come up for the next round or been a spectator or played in the previous rounds - whatever you want!

[liesandalibis]

THE SCENE IS TELLING—beer cans litter the common room, some of them sitting upright as makeshift ashtrays, others crushed and sloppily left on chairs, the floor. bits of trash and playing cards strewn across the table. a half-drunk bottle of whiskey exists as the centerpiece in all of this mess, accompanied by glasses that have since been knocked over and abandoned. company dwindles when jet turns in for the night, and ed and her doggy companion leave the remaining adults to their vacuous indulgences. three hours. that's how long they'd been drinking for. somewhere along the line faye had moved from the couch to the floor and stayed there. she's without her signature headband, which lies somewhere amid the litter. there's a cigarette butt tucked between her fading red lips and she's barefoot, idly rubbing the heel of one of her feet. a tower of ash hangs on for dear life and although her movement is sluggish, the ash eventually dislodges directly onto her lap when she shifts her weight. unaware, she pulls the cigarette from her mouth.

❝ so now that i've kicked your ass in card games, ❞ she starts, dropping the spent cigarette into one of the cans. there's a slight drag to her words that's only noticeable with certain vowels. she appears fine otherwise. ❝ i'd bet the woolongs in my pocket that i could wrestle you to the floor. right now. ❞

faye doesn't remember what they were talking about before then—if they had even been talking at all. something tells her to initiate. to break whatever looming silence there might have been. her eyes glide up spike's form under heavy eyelids; it's almost like she can't help herself. but she could take him. they've got to be about the same amount of sloshed by now. with a broadening smirk, ❝ this will be your only chance. so what do y'say? wanna try me, spiegel? ❞ / @reddragon-cowboy

#♡ ⁄ 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 #reddragon-cowboy #sorry for this low quality asfjad #i am a mix of tired and possibly sick?? #but i wanted to get this up #lemme know if i need to change anything!

[corbcro]

they  could  not  expect to  him  actually work  at  this  stupid  motel, let  alone  care. one  month  down,  two  to  go  and  then  cris  would  be  off  with  a  full ride  to  play  soccer  on  the  best  university  team  in  the  country!  all  of  this  was  just  —  movie  trailers  that  you  always skipped  before  the  big  feature. he  sat  at  the  front  desk,  feet  resting  on  top  with  a  video  game  in  his  hand,  hair  pulled back  in  a  messy  bun  and  the  corded  phone  hanging  off  the  hook.  sure,  he  heard  the  bell  on  the  door  ring,  but  that  doesn’t mean  he  gave  them  any  sort  of  welcome.  they  didn’t  pay  him  enough to  roll  out  a  damn  red  carpet whenever  people  walked in  (  but  maybe  a  smile  would  be  nice,  cris?  )  

“  all  rooms  are  full,  washing machines  are  still  broken  and  if  the  raccoon  ‘round the  back  bit  you,  we’re  not  liable for  any  damages. elvis  was  here  first.  ”

#carolinakncws #lemme know if i need to change anything! #yeah i named the racoon elvis && what about it??

[flxshy]

@cervidae-demon

"You seem the most annoyed in this hotel. Can you make me a Champaign and tell me about it?"

#;; replies #;; muse : lucifer #cervidae-demon #// lemme know if i need to change anything or if you wanted to write someone eles! #i guess it could work for anyone but its implied for husk

[truly-quirkless]

[@themultiversebundle | Plotted in DMs!]

It had been a rather quiet day, yet again..so Fin and Yagi had decided to walk about town. The tall blond still got a few odd stares, and every now and again, someone would walk up wanting an autograph. It had taken the world time to get used to Yagi as he was now- and while the whispers of 'the Symbol of the Dead' weren't exactly welcome...it was better that than All for One in the streets.

"What do you say to dropping by Smoothie King before we head back to the school?" Yagi's suggestion hadn't been in the air for more than a second when he bumped into something- or rather, someone. He took a stumbling step back, his smile instantly transforming to apologetic as he raised his hands. "Ah- sorry about that! I didn't mean to bump into you."

Huh....Fin wasn't exactly the best at Heroes, but this one...didn't look familiar. They'd seen a few ever since their rise in Hero society, but they had yet to see one that looked so...robotic? It wasn't like Ingenium or his younger brother, Ida- this felt...different.

Their eyes flickered towards the nearby store the stranger had stepped out of- revealing an interior beyond the door that very much wasn't what could be seen through the glass. They immediately jumped towards it- but the door slammed closed before they could catch it.

"Shit...!"

#Through many battles/I have been tested/I’ve never failed/Never have been bested || Toshinori Yagi #Can’t drag me under/Too long I’ve been on the run || Finley Well #I won’t compromise/You must be out of your mind || Closed Starter #Running into the fire/To pull you out || Verse | Unknown #themultiversebundle #//that moment when the doors between universes open/close unexpectedly- #//anyway mate lemme know if you need anything changed! #//and enjoy ^^ #//note: yellow text on this blog (not part of the theme) is Eng

[pastamurdercats]

Im obsessed with your designs omg can you draw a Bristlefrost design :3 ?

Bristlefrost!! I love this woman so so much. She's aroace because I said so. I don't have as many thoughts about her as I wish but I do think about how Brashstar manipulated her from time to time. Wish she got to do more.

#id in alt #first time writing an id hope this helps lemme know if i need to change it or anything #warrior cats #warriors #my art #art #pasta scribbles #thunderclan #warrior cat designs #pastadesigns #bristlefrost #bristlepaw #bristlekit

[fox-guardian]

happy tim stoker tuesday!! in celebration i iffer you this thought i just had, which is tim as a drag queen

kay so this ask is like at LEAST a month old but i couldn't stop thinking about it soooo.... TEEHEE

[ID: A digital drawing of the archive crew in drag costumes. The background is an off-white, and there is a colored shape behind each of them. Tim's is aqua, Jon's a muted purple, Martin's is blue, and Sasha's is bright green.

Tim is a midsized Latino man with light brown skin, a small goatee, heart-shaped ear gauges, and chest hair and he is wearing a long purple wig styled into a beehive with a sparkly bow, a short pink dress with a sparkly belt, pale pink heeled boots and opera gloves, a sparkly choker, and a plastic purple coat. He's wearing purple makeup with long lashes and eyeliner and is posed with one foot raised and his hands behind his head, lifting up his hair. He is smiling and looking up.

Jon is a shorter, thin Arab man with brown skin; long, curly gray and black hair with a matching mustache, and body hair. He is wearing a shiny green dress with a gold belt and a black shawl, short black heels, dark tights, gold eye-shaped earrings, and half-moon glasses on a green beaded chain. He is also wearing green eyeshadow and red lip gloss, and is smiling with his eyes closed while dancing a little, moving his shoulders with his hands held up by his sides.

Martin is a tall, fat white man with freckles, bright red hair, and a tooth gap. He is wearing round gold glasses with white circular earrings, a red white and gold scarf wrapped around his hair with a matching one tied around his neck as a choker, a white half-unbuttoned shirt under a red cardigan with the sleeves rolled up and showing cleavage, a black pencil skirt, peach colored tights, and short brown heels with gold on the backs of the shoes. He is wearing red lipstick and yellow eyeshadow, with cat eyeliner. He is smiling at the viewer and winking, holding a peace sign by his face with his other hand on his hip, leaning over slightly with his foot raised.

Sasha is a midsized Afro-Latina woman with long, curly dark hair styled into an exaggerated pompadour, freckles, body hair, a drawn on goatee and mustache, and orange contouring makeup. She is wearing a yellow mesh crop-top over her taped chest, pale yellow pants, yellow fingerless gloves, a plastic orange jacket, calf-height bright orange lace up boots, and earrings shaped like orange lightning bolts. She also has exaggerated winged eyeliner. She is facing sideways and smiling with one hand on her hip and the other raised over her head, and her legs are crossed over each other as if mid-step with one foot dragging behind her. end ID]

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i had to draw. them all. i couldn't stop but also couldn't focus because they all look so very good and Distracted Me.

they're all in their own like. levels of drag. sasha and martin went all in, tim went almost all in minus deciding not to shave, and jon just put on a nice outfit and called it a day <3 (also tim and sasha are wearing contacts, i still hc them as needing glasses)

#fg's art #the magnus archives #tma #tim stoker #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #tim stoker tuesday #the drag archives #fg's answers #asks #do not archive #<- i dont need mr writerman seeing this uwu #also i hope that id is good lemme know if i should change anything

[zombiefishmonster]

gerard p. donelan comics based around queer women <333333

#these are soo special to me #i need to own all of his comics #they mean so much to me #seeing jokes and lighthearted comics from a time where being gay was smth so terrifying #and feeling that way again now especially while living in kne of the worst states to be gay and trans right now #they give me a special feeling of calm #queer #lgbt #lesbian #sapphic #comics #not my art #also lemme know if i need to change anything with the imsge id #gerard p. donelan

[nahim]

closed starter for @nottheangel-raphael

whilst he’d had no doubt in raphael’s ability to make good on their deal, nahim remained faintly surprised by just how smoothly the process had gone. initially, the wait for the call of confirmation had been agonising. nahim had paced throughout the entire palazzo while he’d waited with his phone practically surgically attached to him, dismissing everyone and everything that tried to interrupt him. when the call finally came through, nahim had remained the picture of perfect diplomacy across the line, expressing his gratitude for raphael’s efforts before terminating the call. it had been a gamble to stake his claim over the position so soon after marcellino’s passing, especially with lingering doubt still harboured by some surrounding the official ruling concerning the cause of his sire’s death, but wasting time fretting over the opinions of others was out of the question – what mattered most was that he’d succeeded.

with the rest of the coven briefed on the decision later that night, nahim had set off for krovs the following morning. there was no need to waste time now that the vote had been cast in favour of his ascension. the sooner he arrived, the sooner he could rectify the damaged reputation his sire had nurtured through continuously staggering displays of ineptitude. once he’d checked over his suite and found almost everything to his liking, nahim shifted his focus to the most pressing matter of all and headed to raphael’s suite. calling ahead would have been the wiser decision but something told nahim an unannounced arrival wouldn’t go down too badly, all things considered. approaching raphael in his own territory was undoubtedly the best way to conduct this little reunion of sorts. coming to a halt, he knocked twice before letting himself in to lean against the doors. “you'll have to excuse the spontaneous visit–" amusement laced the edge of his tone as he spoke. "–i'm here to apologise, actually."

#int -> raphael. #( once again i apologise for my brain being pure mush today and whatever the hell this is. eek ) #( lemme know if you'd like anything changed! i'm more than happy to edit if needs be <3 )

[yesfxckyxu]

[ @lachrymosestorm ]

┉┉┉✕                           ꧁↠☽《†》☽↠ ꧂

It's been quite some time, hasn't it?

“Oh, hey, Dez is that you?” Jack questions, eyebrows raised upwards. A smile threatens his features, but he keeps this casual with his tone and approach to the young woman.

“It's been a hot minute, huh? What've you been up to?”

#ic; #unknown verse; #lachrymosestorm #jack neverbore || ic #(( lemme know if i need to change anything ! )) #(( or add anything )) #(( its a little short but i think short and simple is a good start ))