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@radicalrascals
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"I think I could manage that, love." Diogo smiled as he swayed in his husband's arms, pressing a tender kiss to Murilo's cheek as they moved to a musicless beat. "Just perhaps not when I'm teaching, the students might get a little restless and won't stop laughing. Can't have them thinking I'm a softie."
Murilo let out a hearty chuckle and briefly covered his mouth with his hand, eyes bright with mischief. He leaned a little closer anyway, like he simply couldn't help the gravitational pull of his love.
"Oh lindo," his fingers brushed lightly against Diogo's wrist. "I don't know if I would call you a softie, but I absolutely adore every bit about you. Even the softie bits." He leaned in for a kiss. "Especially those."
Looking for 'I can fix him' plots for my vengeful IT corpo Caio João Oliveira Novaes. Could be romantic (m/f/nb). Could be friends. Could be family (paternal half-siblings anyone?)
Like for a starter :)
@etxrnaleclipse:
stop trying to fix me! (Theo to Rafa)
Rafa closed his eyes for a moment, the accusation hitting him harder than he wanted to admit. A quiet exasperated sigh dragged out of his chest as he bkinked the shock from his eyes. "Porra," he muttered, voice rough though he wasn't angry. "I couldn't fix you if I tried." He shook his head at Theo, his expression softening. "Because that'd mean you're broken. Which you're not." His lips twitched into the tiniest smile. "You're just… an idiot sometimes. But you're my irmãozinho idiota. You and your backup. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
@etxrnaleclipse:
i'm allowed to make fun of you. nobody else is. (Theo to Nick)
Nick snorted into his coffee and leaned forward. He looked at Theo over the rim of his mug and grinned. "Oh, that's rich coming from my prototype," he retaliated. "Obviously it goes both ways. And trust me, irmão, you would not be prepared for the avalanche that'd come down on you if I ever decided to stop holding back. I've been collecting material for years." His tone stayed light, teasing. Fond, too. Then his expression softened even more. "Still," he admitted, "it feels good. This. Us" He lifted his cup slightly. "Coffee together. Arguing about stupid things again. After years drifting apart." A small smile tugged at his mouth. "I missed you."
@etxrnaleclipse:
i didn't just lose my friend, i lost an entire chapter of my life. (Ben to Miguel)
Miguel crossed his arms hard across his chest. The only way he knew to keep his trembling fists from lashing out. The wedding music drifted through the hall. Glasses clinked. People laughed just a bit too loud for his liking. He knew that Grace stood only a few metres away, back turned and busy chatting, and it was enough to stop him from making a scene. He shook his head at Ben slowly, like the older hunter had become a stranger wearing a familiar face. Maybe that was the worst part. Maybe some stupid part of him still wanted to look up to Ben. "Lost?," Miguel huffed a bitter laugh. It was quiet and brittle. "You keep saying you lost a friend. You didn't lose anything." His jaw tightened hard enough to ache. "You chose this. You chose them over us." The word us carried weight. Carolina. Him. The only constant he could trust. Miguel looked away for a second, trying to bury the crack in his voice before it showed too much. "You betrayed me. You betrayed Carolina." His eyes cut back to Ben, cold but wounded underneath. "So don't stand there acting like this just happened to you."
open : f, 21+ only. human / poc preferred.
he didn't expect himself to fall hard for someone. michael over stayed his welcome, his mission was completed for now however there were always other missions to come. love went against heavenly codes, the heavens considered this to be an abomination. he never thought this but his father did. there were more to humans; after all they were made in his father's image. ❝ we don't belong together, doesn't matter how i feel towards you. ❞
Niamh stared at Michael like he'd just punched her in the gut and expected her to take it. Her jaw clenched, her eyes narrowed dangerously. "What the actual fucking fuck?" she snapped, voice rough and shaking. "What do you mean...? You--" Her eyes widened when she thought she'd cracked the code. "Oh! Don't you pull that mortality card on me. I know mortality. It's my bloody job. I usher souls to the other side. I understand more than you think!" She looked furious. Mean, even. Like she wanted to hit him for bringing it up in the first place. But under all that heat was fear. The fear of losing someone forever.
Open to anyone Plot: Donnie is watching your muse fiddling with something.
The man leaned back, his weight shifting, his eyes narrowed in focus as he watched them struggling to piece a broken...something, back together. He couldn't quite tell what they were holding- and honestly couldn't care less but that didn't stop a nagging curiosity from keeping his gaze fixed on their hands. He scratched his head softly before folding his arms back over his chest. "Is it supposed to do that?"
"Fuck if I know, mate." Niamh squinted at the weird brass puzzle box in her hands. She jabbed at one of the shifting panels. It clicked. Then hissed. She sighed hard enough to almost deflate her. Niamh was one bad second away from smashing the box against the floor.
"This is bulkshit," she declared through gritted teeth. "I'm not a fucking copper. I ferry souls. That's the deal. Find the dead. Give 'em closure. Wee journey to the afterlife. That's it." She shook the box. It rattled mockingly. "But no. This twit gets himself murdered. Now he won't leave me alone until I solve it."
She rubbed at her eyes with clear exhaustion, suddenly realising how insane she probably sounded. "Fuck me...," she muttered. "I sound like a complete weirdo." Then she tossed the box at the other Donnie's chest. "Here. You try the cursed thing before I launch it into the fucking ocean."
closed starter for @radicalrascals based on (x)
"Oh don't look at me like I'm some kind of animal." Jacqueline wiped the bottom of her mouth where she had felt the blood drip down her chin. "I haven't fed in a very long time, and this monster was asking for it."
The smell hit Nick first. Sharp. Metallic. It crawled right up his nostrils and sat there. He grimaced, but tried not to make a scene as Jacqueline wiped the blood off her mouth, Nick threw up his hands in mock surrender. "Bem. Bem. Not judging." He huffed through his nose, just short of a laugh. "During full moon it's definitely me who fills that vacant spot as local animal. Don't worry." The joke came easy. Casual. Like this was just another Tuesday night between supernaturals. It just wasn't funny. Hence he awkwardly cleared his throat. He dug into his trouser pocket for his cigarette kit. "If you need a bathroom with running water, albeit only cold water, you can use the one in my shop." He started rolling a cigarette, fingers practiced and quick. "And before you ask, no, this isn't some desperate attempt to get you to buy books." Although he wouldn't complain. His bookshop, the Spellbound, catering to the supernatural, was always on the brink of bankruptcy. He glanced up at her and nudged the kit in her direction in offering. "Shop's not far."
"I hate the fucking rain," Tom muttered through the tapping twist of the cigarette between his teeth. He exhaled a breath, letting the billows of the smoke filter out around his lips and the sharp angles of his upturned coat. He was tempted to bite and chew it, letting the smooth dusty particles just piddle out along the fucking puddles.
He was tempted to move to somewhere in the hot desert, like Vegas, but it just didn't beat the chaos of New York City.
"Oh, you poor unfortunate thing," the siren teased, extending a cup of freshly brewed coffee towards him. She, of course, loved the rain. Anything that had to do with water. But all the rain in the world couldn't stop Lua from missing the hotter climate she grew up in. "Here. Coffee warms the soul."
...okay... here we go...
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༘⋆｡ platonic bonds & dynamics starters.
best friends.
you said you'd always be there. i'm holding you to that.
i'm not leaving you alone with your thoughts!
nobody gets to call you that but me.
do i need to fight someone for you?
we're not just friends. you're my family.
i'm already on my way.
if i die, promise you'll erase my search history.
we should not be allowed unsupervised in public.
combined, we're one whole functioning adult!
i've helped you lie to your parents, friends, & your boss... what's one more?
ex-friends.
i wanted to call you. every time something happened.
how did you just stop caring?
you can't pretend we weren't close.
i miss you. i'm not sorry.
i don't think i can forgive you.
i miss hating the same people together.
do your new friends know the version of you i knew?
you ghosted me. but sure! let's pretend it was mutual!
i still know your favorite song.
i didn't just lose my friend, i lost an entire chapter of my life.
rivals.
this isn't personal. you're just in my way.
why are you so obsessed with beating me?
you think you're better than me? prove it.
you talk a lot for someone who's always second place.
did you rehearse that comeback in the mirror?
do you ever stop talking?
one day, i'm going to beat you.
i don't like you. that doesn't mean i don't respect you.
i didn't come to play fair, i came to win.
you think i'm threatened by you? no, you just motivate me to be better.
roommates.
i swear i didn't eat your leftovers! well, not ALL of them.
i heard everything. these walls are thin.
can you PLEASE clean up after yourself?
wanna watch a movie? i'm making popcorn!
you know we're not friends, right? we just live together.
i think i know your schedule better than mine at this point.
you talk in your sleep.
you can't just adopt a pet without talking to me first!
i'm going to start charging your dates rent.
if we can survive living together, we can survive anything.
if your [ family member ] drops by unannounced one more time...
academic partners.
you forgot the project deadline. again.
this was supposed to be a group effort!
i think we would've crashed and burned without you.
you brought snacks to study group? okay, i think i like you.
we're not friends. stop telling me about your personal life.
you're actually kind of smart, you know?
i'll be the brains, you do the presentation.
we agreed no emotional breakdowns during mid-terms!
i cannot believe i'm depending on you to pass this class.
i need a break so i can scream into my textbook...
do you try to make friends with EVERY person in group projects?
siblings.
you're not my [ mom / dad / parent ]! don't tell me how to live.
i'm allowed to make fun of you. nobody else is.
i know you better than anyone else ever will.
stop trying to fix me!
something bad happened. can i come home?
you're still the favorite, even now.
still trying to live in my shadow, huh?
i'm not jealous of you!
we survived that house, that's gotta count for something.
remember how we used to talk about running away?
open to: m/f/anyone muse: Sidian Doiae, 31-35, witch, mafia leader, pansexual plot: y/m works for Sidian & y/m didn’t know he was a mafia syndicate leader/boss & just discovered it when he walked into his magic & botany shop Dancing Lilies injured & bloody. idk hmu to plot more if you’d like! (Honestly anyone can find him tbh) connection: personal assistant or employee that works at his botanical & magic shop, ex/past lover, whatever works. bonus points if they’re another supernatural being.
Pain. It made the tall witch stumble through the employee’s only door with a grunt and the thud of the door hitting the wall from the force of his weight. The hour being far past closing time, Sidian expected his botany and magic shop to be empty. He groaned, the sound almost ominous in the dark hall that led into the break room of the shop. Sidian had taken on magical and physical injuries before, most of the time though, such attacks rarely got through his defenses. This had not been the usual attack. For all his power and all his magic, confidence and strength, Sidian had fallen to something much darker, older than he.
With another grunt he stumbled further, one hand gripping his bloody side beneath his suit jacket and the other smearing the red substance along the while as he made it to the door leading into his greenhouse, as the door opened the plants inside seemed to reach out and catch him, holding up the tall man as he glanced around, searching for a particular plant and as if sensing the direness of his condition, his plants aided him. Somehow he managed to make it to his workbench, the plants closest to him caressing his large frame and keeping him on his feet as he fumbled with the items needed to create a healing tonic. “Fuck,” his tone was low, pained and nothing more than a groaned exhale of air.
Lua sat hunched over the cluttered table in the back room, tying off tiny bundles of dried rosemary and foxglove meant to be sold for rituals. It was quiet work. Safe work. But then Sidian came crashing through the shop like a hunted animal and the noise made her flinch.
She stepped into the greenhouse without hesitant and found him with his plants curled around him like a lifeline. "By the tides…" the siren breathed, then strode over and shoved his shoulder hard enough to keep his attention. "Stay awake." Her voice came out sharp, almost commanding, barely hiding the fear underneath. "What happened to you?" She crouched near his side, hands already searching for the source of the wound.
Open: Leopold, a vampire vigilante knocks on y/m's door and begs to be let in to escape the sunlight Looking for: anyone who fits, potential friends, enemies, lovers; can be fluffy, can be dark, anything goes Muse: Leopold Grimm, vampire | fc: Andreas Pietschmann
A knock broke the quiet before dawn, as a tall, pale man stood on the doorstep, the collar of his black coat flipped up. "Please forgive the intrusion," his voice was low and careful, "I find myself in a rather… precarious situation." His gaze briefly went to the paling sky, a certain kind of tension gripping his otherwise gentle expression. "The sun will soon rise and I require shelter. I give you my word, I mean no harm." He paused. "But I cannot enter unless you permit it."
Steven gave a small nod of his head in agreement with what Eve had to say, knowing that the real reason was anyone's guess. But it seemed as though they could be on something of a right track with their suspicions at least. The whole case was too much, and he was beginning to understand why it had been passed on. But he was determined that between them, they could get to the bottom of it one way or another. He let out a soft sigh as he heard Eve making the request, turning to walk across to the tray that they required. No matter how many years he did this job, seeing the bodies of those who had been victims never really got easier. Frankly, it wasn't something that he wanted to get used to, no matter how much it was a necessity in his line of work; it made him somewhat glad that his nephew had chosen a different path from the family business.
The bruising around the victim's neck was a stark contrast to his skin tone, which had paled due to the lack of life, and Steven sighed softly. "Poor bastard."
Eve stepped closer, her jaw tight. She studied the victim's greyish face. Her eyes traced the ligature marks, the burst vessels in the sclera, the faint bruising along the jaw. "You can say that again," she muttered under her breath.
Felix adjusted the lamp and leaned in. "Technically...", he began, "He was luckier than the others. Toxicology's preliminary, but there are signs he was drugged first. He didn't even get a chance to fight back."
Just like Felix, Eve bent closer. The bruises told their own story., but to her it was much harder to read. But once Felix pointed out where to look, she too could see that the pressure points were cleaner, almost precise. No torn skin. No broken nails. She glanced at Steven. "The first victims clawed at the rope," she remembered. "This one didn't."
"Minimal defensive trauma," Felix chimed in. Eve huffed. "So the killer is learning," she concluded. "I don't like the sound of that."
