#blxcklcdgers

[luciddream5]

@blxcklcdgers - closed starter Remy came from a good, solid, Christian family. She was the kind of girl that went to church every Sunday, even volunteering there – from singing on the worship team to being a translator, as needed, for services. After all, her family as a huge reason the church saw a spike in Deaf/Hard-of-Hearing attendance. The blonde kept herself busy, not having much time for dating nor really meeting anyone. She’d never been in a serious relationship, only dating a little. The most extensive was a guy she dated for about a month in college. The blonde was a virgin, and always up front about it with guys. She truly believed in being honest, maybe to a fault, and that meant revealing that her desire was to wait until marriage. It might be old fashioned, but it meant a lot to her to wait. It wasn’t until she met Alex that she realized how difficult waiting was, though.

Remy absolutely adored Alex. From the very moment they met, she felt something there – that spark, that connection. It didn’t hurt that he was incredibly attractive. It surprised her to find out he was interested in her. Remy struggled with her self-confidence when it came to her appearance, but, truthfully, Alex had helped her with that, at least to some extent, thus far. He could easily make her feel desirable, beautiful. And that boost of confidence is what had her shopping for a new dress with two of her cousins, knowing quite well they’d be honest with her, especially Nova. She was picking things outside her norm with the help of the girls. Finally making a selection, she was both nervous and excited for the evening out. Aspen couldn’t join, but was helping them get ready, the plan was to meet a couple other ladies they knew, and go to Alex’s club.

They’d both been busy lately, and Remy missed him. She had a night off, nothing to do early in the morning, but knew he was busy, figuring he might like a surprise visit. Arriving there, Nova stuck close to Remy, at first, knowing her cousin felt a bit self-conscious, ordering a few drinks. It wasn’t terribly long, though, before Nova went to go dance, leaving Remy at the bar. She stood near it, wearing a short dress with a small slit up the right side. It was a dark silver/gray color with just a slight shimmer to it, hugging her body perfectly like it was made for her, the neckline dipping just to give a soft, teasing amount of cleavage. She shifted slightly, the alcohol helping, but still not sure of the garment. It was much sexier than anything she’d ever worn before, but the moment her gaze looked on Alex’s, she visibly relaxed, offering him a smile, mouthing and signing to him, Surprise, not having told him she was coming.

[suredid]

@blxcklcdgers

It's like being that one dumb meme with caveman sponge bob when it comes to that stupid door. One soft creaky croak from the back of the shop and she's tossing down whatever is in her hands and bookin' it toward that damn door.

Most of the time, though, it's not the door at all but something as innocent as the building settling, like it's sighing from the lack of excitement. Or it'll be inventory shifting when a box splits open from the weight of all that is packed into it and Darcy will be stuck having to stuff another box with the spilled candles or bottles of essential oils, all while grumbling about how that door is giving her the worst anxiety.

It's not like she can't handle anyone that happens through it. It's not even that she doubts her ability to be useful in some kind of magical way when Wanda isn't available. Mostly it's that she has yet to handle anything bursting through it on her own and she's just got no patience when she's certain The Universe is scheming about what to toss at her first.

Eventually, though, she gets used to all the noises that could be the door and end up not, and it's one very long day in July when The Universe decides to toss it's grenade, right when she locks the front door and flips the sign to CLOSED.

The creak is followed up with a noisy SLAM! and that is how she knows.

"Mother fucking-" whoever it is coming through is not going to get the best customer service. Sucks for THEM.

Darcy stomps to the back and comes to stand with her hands on her hips, face scrunched up good as she examines the person.

"Christ on a cracker, well you're outta luck buddy, Wanda ain't in so I guess it's ME you get. Name?"

[saintofstatiic]

𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 : @blxcklcdgers ──── based on this!

"who cares what he thinks?" naz asked, almost sounding a little frustrated. "he's an asshole anyway..." it as easier to deflect from the problem - her strained relationship. that's why she showed up here, inches away from the person she'd been sneaking around with. "besides, i don't want to talk about it anyway." another night that ended in a nasty fall out. naz leaned closer, a mischievous smile forming at the corner of her lips. "why don't you help me forget about him? i have a few ideas in mind..."

[lachaerries]

@blxcklcdgers location: a small apothecary situated between a bookstore and a trendy new coffee shop.

eirlys sighed, shoulders slumping in exhaustion as the door to her shop clicked closed. she hadn't seen a need in disguising the purpose of her shop anymore, not in this day and age. those who needed to find her for more weight reasons always would, she made sure of that through hidden clues and runes and traces of magic, and those who found the occult or supernatural exciting or a new source of entertainment would allow her an additional revenue in the mean time. that was the plan, at least. she hadn't accounted for having to list of every herb and ingredient available on her wall and what purpose they had in a brew, salve, or hex bag.

her social battery was now empty and she cursed herself for every thinking she was going to be able to put on a smile and enthusiastic voice as she went into customer service mode for each new patron. what utter bullshit, she thought to herself with a deep bitterness, settling into her chair behind the counter. she allowed her body to melt into the cushions, a lazy hand reaching for the mug on the table next to her. earl grey with sweet creme, something familiar and soothing. she had allowed the hints of lavender wafting from the cup to loosen the stress from her shoulders and neck when the soft chime above the door alerted her to a new visitor.

"oh for fuck's sake—," she spat, hauling herself from her perch with a frown.

[kit-just-kit]

(*closed Evil Verse starter for @blxcklcdgers*)

Entering the lair of an adversary always gave her a bit of thrill, if she were honest. Planting listening devices or leaving behind incriminating evidence were tasks one could leave to subordinate, but Kit preferred to be hands on, wherever and wherever she could. All the better if that involved a bit of sneaking behind enemy lines. Granted today's excursion wasn't exactly along the same lines, but she's get to test her acting chops, and my how she adored putting on a show!

So she sat in Noah Blackwood's office, more than aware nobody including the man himself had the faintest idea she was in here, ready to portray the poor, down-on-her-luck widow who'd been caught doing something she shouldn't. Kit would plead with him to not publish his expose on her (which was actually a work of fiction, from what she could tell from draft that had already made it's way into her hands), probably offer herself, to set a trap. And then her trap would close.

Then she would make him pay in ways only she could contrive to imagine.

[rachelambre]

“ – You’ve been so different lately…”

𓂃 ⋆. ☆ @blxcklcdgers LIKED FOR A STARTER.

[sluhts]

plotted starter for @blxcklcdgers | markus & christina

they always have to meet when it's late like this, hiding out where markus' girlfriend can't find them. christina knew it was wrong from the start, fooling around with her daughter's boyfriend. but one fluke of a night turned into several rounds of dirty flings that have kept her hooked. "you know," she begins, following markus to his car and sighing with regret she knows she doesn't actually feel. "one of these days, this will have to stop."

[siiinfully]

starter for @blxcklcdgers' leon from ada

Italy.

One of her favorite places in the entire world, though very few, if any, knew that small fact about her. Leon might be the only one if he observed her enough. The fact that he was there with her already spoke volumes, spoke more than any words could. As she walked with him towards the Duomo, she noted a few stores that she used to go to whenever she stayed in the city.

“Do you remember where your parents were from? Did they mention anything?” Ada matched his pace easily, and her voice was loud enough for only him to hear. She wondered if that was why they ended up there: to see if he could find at least one other family member of his. For Ada, that was a search that would never happen for her. She knew exactly what happened to the rest of her family, and frankly, they were better off not knowing what had become of her…and vice versa.