#bucketfullofocs

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@bucketfullofocs for the masquerade ball! ( + optional outfit reference and invitation )

GOING ALONE WAS THE BETTER OF TWO CHOICES; it was either put himself out there and find a plus-one, terrifying, or just show up and hope for the best. lucifer was trying to blend in as best he could, glad to see others in extravagant outfits so it was easier than expected, so there would be no questions of where he'd been the past years. it was risky attending, but he was able to fly under the radar so far. he was looking for a good view of the rumored upcoming performance when he spotted bright pink hair to his left through the crowd, immediately recognizing the person despite her mask due to her other features. "aya?" he called over, genuinely surprised to see her at the ball. lucifer made his way over before lighting up seeing he was right, and it wasn't some random sinner with the same hair and antlers. thank goodness, a familiar face. "i had no idea you'd be coming? oh it's me, by the way," he grinned as he removed his half mask ( as if the voice and permanently crimson cheeks showing underneath weren't a dead giveaway ). "you look great!"

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Gee, he sure was going to hell a lot lately. Abel maneuvered through the streets. He dipped between people, twisting and pulling his own body to avoid bumping into any one. In his hands he carried a cartoonist amount of coffees. About 6 trays that each held 4. Some much larger,some with straws sticking out the top. Together that made the tower unstable.

While he was trying to move carefully, there was a bit of a rush in the Angels steps. He had a meeting he had to get to. All it took was one sinner sticking out their arm to knock it all over the angel.

Abel stood on the sidewalk, now covered in hot and cold liquid.

He stuck his finger in his ear and wiggled it around a little.

"Oh- oh that's cold. Iced coffee in my ear-"

[flxshy]

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Was he pouring whiskey into his coffee this morning? Possibly, but if it helped chase away those dark under eyebags then why not?

[amischiefofmuses]

@bucketfullofocs sent: [Aya @ Bucky] Aya's at the park again, although not to visit Bucky this time. She'd be sitting near a little duck pond, a red checked picnic blanket under her, a basket beside her. And she has a jar of cracked corn that she's tempting the ducks with. But there's something different, and if he were to draw closer (Aya oblivious to having a watcher) he'd hear it - she's singing. Isn't she mute? But here she was, singing softly to the ducks, the ducks drawing close to her. And maybe he'd feel it, the reason why she pretends to be mute, that tingle in the back of his mind - something was off about her voice, as sweet as it is.

Some days Bucky doesn't need to go particularly far from the comfort of his little hiding spot, he has what he needs in terms of supplies and without any obligations holding him down, he's free to spend his day as he pleases. Usually that means going down by the water, finding a bench and just- watching the world go by for a while. Partially it's just to settle his mind, reassure himself that he's not being observed by outside parties but for the most part it's just quietly appreciating the peace. One day the novelty of having his own mind back, having his own free will, might grow old but that certainly doesn't seem to be happening just yet. It's on the way back to his camp that he hears the soft singing, barely loud enough to be caught but present enough to earn a glance. The last thing he's expecting is to see Aya, she's hard to miss against all the green and brown of the park - and she's singing? He'd figured she couldn't speak, given their first meeting. Despite his want to not assume the worst, distant alarm bells are ringing. -- ❝Nice pipes.❞ He remarks casually as he makes her aware of his presence, hesitating for a moment before closing a little more space, his hands tucked in his pockets. There's restlessness there, as though braced for something, for this to be worst case scenario. ❝You just lose your voice before or somethin'?❞

[anestofmuses]

[Aya @ Bee] Charlie had given her the idea - cookies for the sins. They wouldn't know they're from a random sinner, of course, but Aya made the cookies and Charlie helped deliver them. So one day, Beelzebub would receive a basket of cookies, in the shape of little beehives and filled with a creamy custard. The only clue to its sender would be the delicate handwriting of the note that reads "Happy Holidays!"

After basically chatting the ear off of Charlie, catching up and giving her plenty of hugs before letting the sweet princess head back off. Bee settled down on a chair in her palace and relaxed. She could taste the care and attention already from the cookies within the box. Whoever made them certainly sweet as pie. The queen of Gluttony almost didn't want to open it. Yet she did.

Seeing the little beehives made her giggle in glee, taking one and giving a munch.

"Ooh, Yummy." Bee grinned before standing up. Treats like these were best shared and she knew exactly who to share them with.

"Vortex hun, come 'ere. A sinner from Charlie's little hotel sent me these, aren't they so cute? Wanna share?" The hell hound gave a nod and both girlfriend and boyfriend spent the night together, enjoying both Sinmas and the cookies. Bee made a mental note to visit the hotel and try to thank the mystery gifter.

[xamassed]

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[Aya @ Robin] flower, sender gives receiver a flower. [It's a handful of white flowers from Belobog, in a little terracotta pot]

"Oh, they're beautiful." Spoken with a single breath, soft with awe and admiration. "Thank you, Aya."

It was just a pot of flowers, some might claim, but it more than that in the eyes of the harmonic star. It had come from ages away, its petals pristine and pretty and velvet to the touch. She had removed her gloves, delicate fingertips touching each and every petal and prompting a gleeful giggle.

Penacony wasn't known for it's flora for the most obvious reasons, so it was a blessing to have such a precious blossom sitting inside her room, where she could lovingly tend to it.

"I heard something interesting recently." She motioned for Aya to come closer, but kept her voice soft and amicable, like someone speaking near a sleeping baby. "Plants appreciate when you sing to them, and it's meant to help them grow. Isn't that wonderful?"

[houseofvaricty]

[Aya @ Hawks] "You, um, you should come peach picking with me." It was summer, it was peach season, and it was perhaps a touch random. But Aya felt that Hawks needed to take at least a little time off, lest he work himself to death. Hence her standing in front of him now, trying to convince him to come peach picking with her up in Yamanashi.

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The former hero turned President of the Hero Public Safety Commission glanced at all of the paperwork on his desk that he knew he'd have to take care of before too long. He'd always dreamed of a world where he could take things slowly and since losing his Quirk, he found that finding time for things he'd taken for granted before was getting easier. Still, that didn't stop him from wanting to keep up with his assignments. It was part of what made him...well, him.

"You know I have to work on my presentation speech for next month." He'd already been putting it off. "Maaaybe one more day won't matter." He gave her a cheeky grin. "Alright, Chickadee, ya got me. I can spare an afternoon." It really hadn't been that hard to convince him as he'd made up his mind the moment Aya had come into his office with the offer. "You do know we're going to have to take the train though, right?" Walking everywhere he went and riding public transportation was something he was still getting used to after becoming just plain ol Keigo once more.

[never-surrender]

@bucketfullofocs asked: [Aya @ Aurelia, from here] ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞

Staring at the dead body with two puncture holes in its neck, Aurelia felt a cold dread settle deep in her bones as she thought of the implications of what was before her. They had all agreed as a whole to continue to eat from animals rather than humans, and if they were to eat from humans, they'd leave the humans alive. It was agreed upon that it'd be a consensual thing ... but that agreement had been broken

"...No... no it is not.." she speaks quietly, hand falling from where it had rested against her mouth, bowing her head and shaking it for a moment. "..we should give them a proper burial."