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[spiketheforsakensoul]

@little-miss-buffy

Spike sat on a dark rooftop of a three story walk up, his legs slung over the side, leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, as he watched the street below. His eyes tracked a demon he'd been hunting for a week now and he checked the mobile phone he held, where the tracking token was connected.

He was bored. Things tended to go south when Spike started to get bored. Once the short grey Spartelf with the large black eyes headed out of sight he dropped into the shadows below, landing in a crouch.

He glanced up as a shadow moved across a beam of light and froze when he saw who it was.

[resolutevalor]

@luxbunniex (Lucy Chen and you're choice)

"We don't have much time. Tell me if you see anything out of the ordinary in regards to the missing kid."

[adventures-written-archive]

@fatedstrands

It was another late night, alone and without Jayce. He had tried to stop caring what the man was up to, but there was a feeling of discomfort. Of betrayal. He seemed so focused now on his new role with the counsel that he forgot all about their ambitions. About why they were doing this to begin with.

And now he was dying. Inching closer and closer to death with every moment. It wouldn't be long now, and it seemed no matter how hard he pushed, his life was going to come to a halt fairly quickly.

He runs a hand over his tired face, feeling the strain of lack of sleep tugging at him. Perhaps he should take a small break to get some water. Some walking might wake up and jog his mind, after all. Viktor reaches beside him and takes hold of his cane, positioning it to help leverage himself onto his feet. It took a moment to adjust to being on his feet, but he began to head towards the door when it happened.

It started with a soft crackle, which only grew louder. Turning back, he looked towards the desk with confusion. Somehow, the Hexcore was acting up on its own. It was not the first time it had done this, but he watched with tired curiosity to see what would happen. The device began to swirl and spin, the pieces seeming to open up as blue energy swirled around it.

He expected it to fizzle out, as it had before, but the core seemed to keep going, suddenly forming growing plant matter that seemed to come from within the core itself. He grips his cane, stepping back towards the desk with a fixation of curiosity as the plant matter grows and grows, but instead of dying, as it had previously done, it seemed to be holding itself. Carefully, he reaches a hand out to touch the item, but pulls his hand back quickly as a burst of energy seems to explode from the device, knocking him back. He stumbles and falls to the ground, wincing in pain.

Viktor looks towards the growing plant matter, watching as it seems to form a figure -- a whole person. In the blue glow, it almost looked as though the person had wings. He frowns, shaking his head and rubbing at his eyes. Surely he was seeing things. His gaze returned to the figure, which was now formed and whole, standing on his desk. The Hexcore seemed to calm down, slowing its circling and coming to a standstill on the desk beside the figure.

He finds himself staring in both fascination and confusion at the figure, "...Who are you?"

[helluva-hazbins]

@exorcisticlute

It had all been a long and arduos process. More than the first man had wanted to admit. But this current project was one he was excited for amd deeply invested in. It would result in another of his girls for the troop and he had a really good feeling for the outcome this time.

There she was, suspended, not yet conscious. The other angels within the department tended away, checking status, vitals, marking reports. It was all standard shit and he had, had his role in it too. Finally it was time, he went over to her pod-side as the cover released, advanced formed light shield phasing away. He leaned over, an eyebrow raised in question, golden eyes seeking out signs of achieved success.

And he catches it, subtle at first, she's stirring and beginning to blink, he smirks.

"I'ma call you Lute, perfect name for the bad bitch I know you're gonna fuckin' be! And it has a great sound to it! It fuckin' rocks!"

[timeguardians]

@mxrshaldillon saving Belle from Gaston

Belle flinches as Gaston's fingers snare about her slender wrists. His grib is painfully tight. In spite of this, she's trying to be polite. However, the employment of manners were getting her nowhere.

She digs her heels into the dustied road as he tries to drag her along. "NO! Wait!!!" She growls. Before she can save the novel she had been reading, it is ripped from her fingers and tossed down in a battered heap.

His eyes glint nastily as warns the brunette that she'll be too busy for trivial pursuits before attempting to land an unwanted kiss. Her free hand anchors against his chest and attempts to propel her form away from him. To her relief, there are footsteps approaching. And she prays that it is not Gaston's croonie LeFou.

[championxfthelight]

Starter for: @ghxstfrxquxncies

The concept of night and day had lost all meaning. Alan Wake even lost count of how long he had been in this Dark Place. Still, the main goal was to get out and rid of the Darkness. He would do anything just to see her face again.

Still, the night had come for a brief moment when he checked on one of his weapon caches in a cave. He figured the Darkness would use one of its tricks to try and get him again. Alas, he was ready for it. He already had the heavy-duty flashlight and the rifle on his back, his pistol loaded. If the Taken were going to try and overrun him, they would have to try their hardest to do so.

A rustling in the woods ahead brought him into alert mode. His gun and flashlight pointed towards the noise. He approached with caution, eyeing his surroundings if they were going to try and ambush him. Making sure that his feet didn't break any twigs or slip, he swiftly circled around and came face to face with... a woman?

This one wasn't Barbara Jager or the dark visages of his wife. This one wasn't even just another Taken with the lack of large wisps of smoke. Still, he had seen almost every trick that the Darkness and his doppelganger would throw at him. This could be another one, but his gut was telling him otherwise. With a cautious flick of his flashlight on her form, he saw that she didn't flinch in pain, only covering her eyes from being blinded.

"How'd you get in here?"

Maybe this was someone who had fallen in as well, but how? He had written that the way to the Dark Place would have shut behind him after he took Alice's place.

[soarsthroughthesky]

[ EVENT ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  at  a  charity  event (Homelander)

Homelander was greeting everyone as they came into the room, putting on a fake smile. “Isn’t it lovely” He smiled, making smile talk. Until he saw someone he thought was familar. “Nice evening. Great weather we’re having.” He mentioned as she walked.

[enchantingfangs]

@inxthexshadows ♥️’d for a starter!

Currently, Samantha Salvatore was out at the Mystic Grill with a glass of amber liquid in her hands when she was approached by another girl. “I haven’t seen you around,” The ravenette remarked. “You new to Mystic Falls?”