#opa1ites

[decemannos-m]

Sometimes, good things fall apart...

...at least, that's the saying goes... right? Mal hadn't freshened herself up on ancient wisdom and sayings in like... ever.

Not like it would have done her any sorta good: twenty-two and already divorced? I guess, deep down? There really was no such thing as a fairy tale ending for the daughter of Hades & Maleficent.

At least, she still had a roof over her head: a quaint one bedroom apartment owned by her B.F.F, Evie, who also was fresh off a cinematic break-up of fantastical proportions.

Speaking of... The Evil Queen's daughter had just entered the room, ❝ How'd the meeting go? ❞ is the inquiry casted by Mal: who could be found currently laid out across the plush cushions of the sofa... her bare figure absorbing the rays of the sun whilst she flips aimlessly through job boards via her mobile phone.

closed starter for @opa1ites starring Mal.

[obscurd]

stupid

in the online world, we refer to that as baka

[twcblts]

i'm the greatest female wrestler of all time, and it's not just me saying it — @opa1ites says it !!!

A SHARP HISS AS SUTURE is put in place, bicep bleeding a little less than before. prior to her arrival at grey-sloan, it had been an all out bloodbath. however, that seemed pretty par for the course where BECKY LYNCH was concerned. it's what earned her the title of the man. it's part of what made her the greatest. busted lip, sliced open arm, and another broken nose was not unfamiliar territory in the slightest.

" if ye' t' ink that's rough, doc — you should see the other lass... " the irish woman jests at april with a laugh.

[warwaited]

@opa1ites

Almost everything in the room is fake. It could be described as a love letter to almost-lost media, paper screens and art evoking Eastern aesthetics if not anything that would read as genuine. Every time she comes in here, Xue wonders if she shouldn't have put up more of a fuss about it. Let them know that just because of her heritage and her skills doesn't mean she wants to train on the set of a kung fu movie.

Then again, it does make for pretty good first impressions.

It's up in the air whether Katniss knows anything about her. She'd been a come-from-behind (come-from-nowhere, really) winner in 71, but never went back to her district and faded from public view pretty quickly. The desire had existed to take on a student of her own for the games, but a suitable candidate had never come up. Until now.

The door opens. She stops the swaying heavy bag and turns, rolling a shoulder and looking the newcomer up and down. A small smile. Dubiously welcoming, but at the very least honest.

"Did you eat a big breakfast today?"

[infinit8worlds]

okay but like can i be pearl's valentine? :)

you absolutely can be <3

[decemannos-m]

The Great Fly's uprising had permanent affect on the very landscape of Hell... from regions being entirely reshaped, cities being reduced to absolute rubble, and damned souls being extinguished from existence itself...

...yet all the same? Upper management persisted, even with the sudden and unexpected retirement of the twelfth High Prosecutor:

Justice, The Flybreaker...

...but more importantly? The Awesome Demon.

With the selection of the thirteenth High Prosecutor finally certified in the annals of Hell's Mythos? Justice herself found life to now prove an endless adventure where she could do practically whatever her heart whimmed.

It wasn't like the angels above in Heaven would stop her.

The same sentiment? Well it couldn't be any less applicable to the CEO of Hell itself, Lucifer, or more affectionately known as Lucy by Justice and Justice alone. The Uprising of The Great Fly and its aftermath only amplified the CEO's workload one millionth fold... it was no wonder she turned to a romance with wine to help her through the endless stream of paperwork and migraines.

The Awesome Demon missed the simpler times, before ever breaking The Fly, when the two would share a deep rooted connection... or in SitCom terms? A classic case of Will They? / Won't They?.

Catching the former High Prosecutor off guard? Not a simple task in the slightest... yet one easily achieved when she would suddenly receive and invitation to dear ol' @opa1ites's office; the first in... probably thirty human years? And only a foolish imbecile would turn down a private audience with the supreme authority in Hell.

And so, making sure she was in her finest? Which was to say the attire you would find her in 98% of the time? She would mosey herself down to the highest peak that overlooked The Greater Pentagram; finding the office in question wouldn't prove long to do either, when you were as famous and legendary as Justice? You could easily waltz by security checkpoints without so much as a single eyelash batted.

One elevator ride upward later? She arrives... Floor 666. Justice couldn't see this detail, because she's blind obviously, but she had committed the amount of minutes passed to memory long ago.

Grand double doors open on their own, no doubt demonic magic... to reveal a grand desk of blackened wood, and behind it? Well, you didn't need eyes to pick up on the majestic and intimidating aura that filled the air in the room.

Lucifer herself, the CEO of Hell itself.

❝ Lucy! Gotta admit, wasn't expecting an invite today. ❞ her radiance beams, counteracting the menace of the other... a push and pull that had lasted for centuries at this point, ❝ What's cookin' good lookin' ? It's been awhile. ❞ without care, or perhaps knowing she'd be able to get away with it, Justice lackadaisically seats herself on the edge of the other's desk... that smile never once leaving her face.

closed af starter for bestie @opa1ites ft. Justice

[rebelkunai]

Life abroad was stereotypically a notion that promoted vast levels of anxiety, displacement, insecurity, and overall social inadequacy; the freshman sensation was a stranger to all those phrases and terms — not even a footnote in her vocabulary.

As a matter of fact? It was quite the contrary for her — the antithesis to all those ideas: a social monarch, someone who had always been stateside... the kinda chick who walks into a room and her pussy had already been in the room for the past two minutes. Those whomst knew ball at Titov University could see it just as clear as she could whenever she graced the mirror with her presence.

So it would come to zero surprise that one could find a swarm of starry eyed students of all university levels flooding the bleachers of the soccer field; intently watching as the player with the number 13 sewn into the back of her jersey practiced with the rest of her team — a genuine masterclass as she practically floated across the turf without so much as a bead of sweat drizzling down her face, piercing past the defenders with eyes set on the netting behind the goalie in question.

She strikes — ball screaming through the air, like a rocket trying to escape the atmosphere; effortlessly slipping past the diving attempt of a save, hitting the netting with such velocity that it rips clean through the mesh on-toward an impossible to project path...

...at least until it became unceremoniously acquainted with the phone of @opa1ites.

くそ...

Upon getting closer, the damage is much more apparent to Akali: a phone laying upon the asphalt with cracked screen, clothes of the eye candy stranger sodden in now soiled iced coffee... and to top it all off?

A very much active bitch face.

The star freshman reaches downward, retrieving the device that was now cracked thanks to her doing — crimson eyes studying the fractured screen, then toward the owner whomst was still very much occupied with processing the fact that the outfit she no doubt spent hours putting together was now stained with coffee and showcasing the pink of lingerie underneath that white tee — Akali's thumbs work swiftly, inputting something into the other's phone and locking the screen once done.

❝ せめて、君の可愛い顔を殴らなかっただけマシだ。. ❞ she, of course, knew fluent English; definitely preferred her native language when it came to moments like these — you know, ' the shit is about to go down ' type of scenarios.

❝ You good, 『リーガル・ブロンド』 ? ❞

closed starter for @opa1ites starring as Regina George

[ln4sh]

@opa1ites   asked:[   lipstick   stain   ]   sender   leaves   a   kiss   on   receiver’s   skin   and   refuses   to   wipe   it   off   /   sav

they’re   in   a   hotel   room   ,   dressed   up   to   attend   the   fia   awards   at   the   end   of   the   2025   season,   his   entire   body   buzzing   to   get   his   hands   on   the   wdc   trophy   once   again   ,   to   see   his   name   engraved   twice    —   his   back   to   back   championships   solidified   forever   .   history   will   remember   him,   every   driver   after   him   will   see   how   his   name   is   there,   run   their   fingers   over   it   ,   the   swoops   of   his   first   and   last   name,   his   signature   .

but   in   order   to   hold   it   again,   lukas   needs   to   get   out   of   this   room   with   sav   on   his   arm   —   which   is   far   easier   said   than   done.

“baby,”   he   calls   out   as   he   stands   by   the   front   door,   adjusting   his   cufflinks   for   the   millionth   time.   “we   have   to   get   going.”

she   appears   at   his   side   in   no   time,   pressing   a   kiss   to   his   cheek   .“sav,”   he   lets   out   with   a   small   laugh.   “let   me   guess,   there’s   lipstick   on   my   cheek   now.”