#corsetslacedup

[melpomeneprose]

// me and @corsetslaced aka @corsetslacedup but like… unironically. Also, put some respect on my girls Anna of Cleves and Sibylla of Cleves; they are unironically really smart, generous and skilled at not dying which is saying something considering present company. Also not in any kind of competition about it because especially this race is the one we all lose.

[dreamgrlevl]

plotted starter for @corsetslacedup / @corsetslaced

It’s rare that she has the opportunity to slip away from home and go somewhere without her father’s overbearing presence following her. But he’s gone now, away for a week long spiritual retreat, at least that’s the lie he’s told her. The truth is he’s gone on a mission with other hunters to provide backup, a fact that Cassandra is unaware of or she might not have come to this place.

The building is nondescript save for a red door, but she knew it was what she was looking for. She’d seen it in her dreams, that red door always beckoning her to step inside. Cassandra took a calming breath, a hand smoothing down her white dress, the nice one that she’d snuck into the house and kept hidden until tonight. Before she could think more she hurried across the street.

Walking in she feels the eyes on her instantly, she tries to ignore it. Telling herself the white dress was probably not the best choice for a place like this. Cassandra pushes on, settling at the bar and trying to seem more confident than she feels.

[workfromshadows]

It wasn't unusual to find those who settled far more on the right side of the law among those that knew the Richardson family. It seemed to be that they had a healthy amount of doctors on their payroll. For good reason in the end, if for preparation and not anything else. Often, there were too many questions asked and not enough things kept hidden or played close enough to the chest to be worth the potential trouble that seeking Healthcare would bring. The exact sort of situation that he found himself in right now.

"I don't want to hear it," he grumbled, arm hanging at his side. Not only was the should dislocated but the gash that ran almost the entire length of his forearm, rendering the limb neatly entirely useless. There was a bruise already forming along his jaw and bleed seeped through his shirt along his left ribcage. Battered. Bloodied. Yet, still standing and still having come out on top. "Can you juat patch me up, doc?"

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[thxgrxmrexpxr]

“You're lucky it's just a few scratches. You need to be more careful!" ~ Aislin d’Lunaruz

"I was careful."

Or, he was as much as can be expected for a mission that ended up escalating the way it had. With a scoff, his head turns away. He can still smell his own blood. A few scratches indeed. Though in his line of work, that's really just tossing a cup of water into the ocean.

The moment his sleeve gets rolled up, it's evident he's been through this before. There are scars upon scars across his limbs. Markings to count every mission he's ever walked away from. He cannot tell if Aislin's comments are meant to scold or if she is simply annoyed about being slowed down. Either way, he simply shrugs.

"If the bleeding has stopped, leave it."

[thxjackal]

An amused sound escaped Dante as he raised the bottle to his lips. Enough that it would have been considered genuine. There was a moment where he had let the thought of actually revealing himself slide over his consciousness before it was immediately shoved away and forgotten. No benefit existed with that option. So, the smartest thing to do was play dumb. Feign ignorance. Not the first time, wouldn't be the last in his life. "Not sure who you are looking for, but it sure isn't me." He knew exactly who the woman was. What she was looking for? That was a mystery. The sort that he had absolutely no desire to solve.

If she was persistent, it wouldn't be enough to get her to leave. Dante remained relaxed. The appearance of being entirely unbothered by the approach that had been made. The werewolf was acutely aware of just how close she had come in invading his space and the tension that charged the atmosphere. The hair on the back of his neck stood, though whether it was anticipation for something bad or something enjoyable was up in the air.

@corsetslacedup

[fxlseimpressions]

Intimidation was something that had long been left in the past. Thalia knew better than to take most individuals and most threats at face value. Words were as much a weapon as any knife or gun that she had ever held. The thinly veiled ones? They were some of the most enjoyable to take, to twist, to so easily spit back at the one who had thought they had the upper hand. Her posture remained relaxed, expression at ease if not even a little amused. The man before her was smiling. Confidence that bordered far too far into the side of cockiness. Clearly, he thought he had won the fight. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Caleb ready to jump between. Something that would hardly be needed. They had run in the same circles for a number of years but this was the first time that they had actually worked anything that would put them in such close proximity and even forced them to work together. She didn't entirely know how he would react. She thought she had enough respect that he would allow her to handle it on her own.

"Now," she began slowly. Eyes flickered around the room before landing solely on the attempt at a threat that stood before her. "There is a problem with that. This isn't any sort of dick measuring contest. Despite what your currently fragile ego might like to tell you." Still calm, still collected. "So, I see this as you having two options. One, you turned around and head right back out that door. Not cause any trouble. Or two, you get humiliated in front of a small group of people, be forced to tuck tail and run. And still not get accomplished what you want here today. What will it be? Because we surely don't have all day." The words, in combination with the balise attitude did nothing more than piss the man off. Before he could fully raise his arm, Thalia had moved. Immediately out of the line of fire and shifting to a power control position as she grabbed him into a standing wrist lock, instantly having control over his frame as his shoulder torque.

"Option number two it is." The man cursed her out. "Caleb, you want the honors of seeing who the man is and what sort of trouble he is looking to cause for us? Looks like there is a wallet in the back pocket."

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[hxtties]

“I want you, and I want you to know the truth,” Marilyn sat up then laid on her side to look down at Ken. “I’m actually a doctor in the top of my field,” she finally confessed, exhaling. “I’m only a bimbo in every other aspect of my life,” she laughed softly.

And Ken, being the kind of man he was, was so distracted by the abundance of cleavage that he'd almost missed that bit. Keyword being almost. "Wait, what?" he uttered, lifting his shoulders upward and glancing at the blonde. "You're kidding."

[diviningtime]

@corsetslacedup

Occasionally Lilia came to these things, when financial difficulties got too difficult. She didn't have many things from her past, but she had enough that, over the centuries, she had sold to get herself enough money, increasing history only making everything more valuable. She hadn't done it in a long time though, not since the 1870s, because the few things she had left she was reluctant to sell.

But if she was going to stop living her life hiding behind the façade of a fraud, then she needed money. Living off the land in a cottage wasn't exactly possible these days.

She was studying the interest people had in the medieval instrument she had offered to the art museum for auction when she felt the air of something familiar behind her. Someone she did not want to be here, or to see with any frequency ever again, coven or not, Road or not, natural cycle or not.

"Haven't you got other people to bother?" She demanded, turning around, only to find it wasn't Rio standing there, but someone else. Lilia frowned, puzzled by what her powers had sensed, when what she saw before her was a hauntingly beautiful woman who was definitely not The Green Witch. And yet...

Shaking herself clear of the thoughts, she gave a wince of a smile in apology. "I'm sorry, I was certain you were someone else."