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things are so dead on here, i think i might move this blog so i can have a fresh start

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hit the heart for a starter

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parasolsandpills‌

It was jam packed and it hadn’t taken very long for Klaus to actually get in the club, but it required some sneaking around the bouncer.  Considering how insanely busy the establishment really was, Klaus knew if he stood in the queue it would be ages, and he didn’t have time for that. 

Klaus enjoyed these types of bars and hot spots; the lights and booming music he found the most alluring. But these places were expensive, so in order to slice his tab, he had pre-gamed for his night out with cheap vodka he had stolen from a liquor store. Drinking was hardly what Klaus ever came to these kind of places for anyway, but he supposed he owed himself a drink and took a seat at the bar. As he took his drink from the bartender he popped two pills into his mouth biting down on it softly before taking a swig from his drink with a sigh. Klaus had no idea what his night would lead to but he knew he’d be in for a ride.

He turned around in the bar stool before hopping off of it, taking his drink with him. The Seance could feel a knot of excitement in his throat, if he was going to be out and about he might as well do what he enjoyed the most; talking. It was always always interesting to see how social lubricants like drugs and alcohol made talking all the more easier for people and Klaus was no different. Klaus’ green eyes seemed to be taking in his surroundings but soon they fell on the sight of Anthony and he could feel his lips turn up into a small smile. “Whatever you’re drinking is good but it can’t be as good as mine,” he said before gently clinking his glass to the other’s.

Anthony wondered around the club for a while, dancing with a few people before loosing interest in them and what they had to offer, none of it exciting enough for him to warrant more of his time. It was one of the many reasons he got bored so easily, people just weren’t interesting any more. It felt like everyone he met was the same, they all wanted the same things, all had the same shallow ambitions, or the same annoying voices and most of them just droned on at him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had an intelligent, interesting conversation with someone. Not that conversation was what he was really looking for tonight, he was more interested in what these people could offer him physically, and so far, he’d not met anyone who held his interest for longer than ten minutes.

Whilst he waited for something or someone interesting to make itself known, he had a bit of fun using his powers to control people, making them spill drinks on themselves or someone else, making them fall over or causing a small scuffle; all relatively harmless things, but it helped to pass the time. Plus, it was always funny to see the look of confusion on people’s faces when he made their body do something, or the annoyance of the people around him. He’d set his sights on his next target to control, when the guy next to him decided to be a smug little asshole. “Oh yeah? Do tell, what is it that you’re drinking that you think is so much more superior than my own?”

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i need more plots with my precious little psycho

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fairly urgent help needed

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@parasolsandpills​ liked for a starter

The club was in full swing, customers were dancing, drinks were flowing and the music was pumping throughout the building. It was one of his rare nights off, and although he could be doing anything he liked, go anywhere he wanted, he felt at home here in his kingdom. He had built this club fro the ground up, turning it from the desolate place it had once been to the roaring success it now was. He called all the shots, his word was law, he was on top, he was king here. For years, he’d had to listen to the orders of others, be at their mercy and follow the rules of others, but since acquiring this club, he’d become his own boss, and he wanted to milk that power for all it was worth.

Grabbing a drink from a passing tray, Anthony began to circle the parameters of his kingdom, looking for someone to entertain himself with. Whether that was simply for a good fuck, or to squeeze the life out of them was yet to be determined, but whatever he chose, he knew he was going to have a good time tonight.

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like for a starter

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Why his date wanted to meet here was beyond Q’s imagination. This wasn’t a place he’d go to in a million years. Yet here he was ordering a drink which he never did. Alcohol fogged his mind in a way he didn’t like. But if he was going to survive this night he might as well start by drinking now.

“I’m just paying now” he said calmly as he found his credit card handing it to the bartender. Q shifted uncomfortably on the stool eyes scanning the room.

“Alright then.” He took the credit card and went to grab the card machine, putting the price into it and handing it over to suited and booted. “Just put your pin in.” A man who dressed as smartly as that was bound to be loaded; hopefully he would be able to get a lot of money from him. “So, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look really out of place here.” He folded his arms in front of him. “What made you want to come to my fine establishment?”

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princess-anastasiya‌:

When your RP partner is way better than you and you have to write your reply

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somethingxgreater‌

“Maybe” Q answered eyeing the man behind the bar. Leaning against it he looked out over the crowd. He shouldn’t be here. Why was he here? This wasn’t his usual setting. Not even a regular pub made his cut. But still he was here to meet someone, if they showed up which Q was starting to fear they wouldn’t. “Oh I’m not a VIP.” He huffed shaking his head and grabbed a stool to sit on. He checked his phone to see if his ‘date’ had texted his whereabouts. Nothing. Q looked up again as the bartender spoke again. “Scotch on the rocks” he ordered fiddling to find his credit card.

“I figured that out already.” It was obvious that he wasn’t a VIP, not just because he’d not booked in advance, or was one of the club’s regulars, but because Anthony didn’t tend to have guys in tweed vests come to his club. “You don’t seem the type to have lap dances or strippers.” It was a service he provided, it was all above board, and as long as no one tried to sleep with his dancers, Anthony had no reason to intervene. Luckily it didn’t seem he’d have that problem with tweed over here. “Scotch on the rocks coming up.” He grabbed a bottle of Glenfiddich and poured the man a drink. “You opening a tab or paying now?”

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immcrtuos‌

A half-shrug was his reply, “The stereotypes do have some grain of truth.” Did this man think they slept in wooden boxes? No, they’d long changed from that and now coffins could be adjusted to be whatever a Vampire wished for.  Raphael tilted his head, careful not to show his distrust, only looking curious, “looking around for something specific?” He didn’t like the stranger being so close to his territory, wanted him gone as soon as possible.

“Well I was told all the legends are true.” It made him wonder what kind of creatures Big Foot or the Loch Ness Monster were, or if they even existed at all. Was every monster of myth real? Or only some of them? A whole new world had opened up to him as soon as he’d become a Shadowhunter, and as someone who’d always prided himself on believing he was the smartest guy in the room, he wanted to know everything there was to know about this new world. “No, not anything specific. Just gaining intel.” He had every right to be here, and he wasn’t going to let some undead creature try to scare him off.

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@regalthorn plotted starter

Anthony went unnoticed in the crowd. Usually that would bother him, but today it was a good thing, because what he needed to do required him to be virtually invisible. Most people didn’t look twice at a Hedge Knight, especially one who was practically a nobody. He’d tried to make a name for himself in Highgarden, but compared to the official Knights and the might of Loras Tyrell, he’d not stood a chance. So instead, he hired out his services. Not quite a sellsword, but not far off either. It was all he could do to be paid, he didn’t come from a noble family, he wasn’t from some big house with lots of history. He’d been born into a family of nobodies, and he refused to stay that way, just because he’d been born in poverty, it didn’t mean he had to die in it.

He’d been nicknames ‘the Knight of Stone’, it had been meant as a mockery not just because he’d yet to be Knighted, but also because of his cold approach to everything. He didn’t really have emotions, probably because his father had beaten them out of him, At least, that’s what he assumed. Either way, his cold approach came in handy. Unlike others, he didn’t have a line he wouldn’t cross, the line didn’t exist for him, and he didn’t get bogged down by feelings of guilt, fear or shame. He did whatever he wanted, when he wanted and often for the sheer pleasure of it.

He had been hired by the Tyrell’s to keep an eye on Margaery; to make sure no harm came to her but to keep his distance unless she was in danger. It had been boring for the most part until Margaery had been arrested. He’d waited to see if her family’s influence would be enough to free her, but it seemed all the money in the world couldn’t sway the Sparrows. He’d watched as she was dragged to the Sept to stand trial before the seven and knew he needed to act quickly. Her father had instructed him to get Margaery out, by any means necessary. Much as he enjoyed spilling blood, it would be easier to get her out quietly. So he waited, standing in the crowd for the right moment.

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          “ you’re a psychopath … ”                                         “ i prefer C R E A T I V E “

                                   (( indie oc rp, multi ship, multi verse, multi cross over ))

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like for a starter, they will be done tonight after work

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immcrtuos‌

“Some do and some don’t, it’s personal preference.”

This man put Raphael on edge, though he was careful not to show it. Something about the way he carried himself was off and only decades of practice allowed him to keep his expression neutral. The Shadowhunter seemed pleasant enough, but Raphael didn’t trust it - he worked with Valentine, after all.

“Why are you here?”

“Weird.” He imagined that sleeping in a coffin wasn’t comfortable; they weren’t exactly designed to be given that the only people who would use it would be dead and thus, have no concept of how comfortable it was. “I would have thought your lot wouldn’t want to conform to stereotypes.” But then, he was new to the game, he’d only recently learned that downworlders existed, and the fact that there was a downworld to begin with. “I’m just looking around.” He needed to learn more about the creatures he was supposed to hate and want to destroy, and Anthony preferred a more hands on approach.

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@invincibilxs plotted starter

After a stressful day arguing with idiots in court, it was good to finally be in his club, drinking the night away. He was taking a more hands off approach tonight; keeping an eye on his staff and customers without having to get involved. Everyone who was employed at Erised knew what he expected from them and that breaking his rules was not in their best interest. He’d not had many incidents recently, not since the last person (one of his dancers) to break his rules had been brutally fired. The poor girl had been found dead a month later; it was a tragedy for all of them, but it had served as a reminder that he protected them from people who would cause them harm.

Grabbing himself another drink, he began to survey the main floor, slowly walking around, flirting with the occasional customer, dancing to one or two songs and putting out a few small fires when some of the customers had gone over the limit. It was a good night, but when one of his security staff pulled him to one side and told him that the Tony Stark had walked in and had gone up to the VIP floor, his night got even better. He got a few big names in his club each week, but Tony Stark was on an entirely different level. If he could get Tony on side and make him become a regular, then business would sky rocket.

Going to the bar, he grabbed one of their finest whiskeys and headed upstairs. It wasn’t hard to spot Tony Stark, the guy was magnetising, everyone was flooding around him and he could see his dancers all oggling him. If things went well, they’d probably all walk away tonight with a lot of money in their pockets. “Mr Stark.” He smiled and approached the man, dismissing his staff with a single look. “Welcome to my club, we don’t normally allow people up here without a booking, but lucky for you, I’m happy to make an exception.”