#taleswritten

[whcwashe]

@taleswritten || closed starter || for Robby, because it was inevitable

“Hey …”

It feels like a ridiculous opening. The kind of thing you shouldn’t say to someone while you were sliding into their lap. But she was feeling emboldened. High on the adrenaline of being able to move her hands again, and a drink.

She shouldn’t have been out, but she dreaded the idea of going home. It was freezing out. Her apartment would be drenched in blue and just as cold, and she felt like she deserved some life. Quiet but lively enough, life. It was just a bonus that he was there, nursing a beer in the back corner.

A bonus that he looked warm, and cozy, and since he’d just stitched her back together a few weeks ago; safe. So there she was, setting her half empty glass on his table as she slid into his lap, nestling there until she could reach for his hand to settle her palm within it.

“You weren’t there to take my stitches out. I missed you.” And she had. More than she should probably address. She’d gotten a thrill out of the thought of seeing him, that tickled her in the same way seeing him now did. It was exciting. She loved settling her hips back into his, confident enough in the shelter of the booth to get close.

“Sorry, this bar is freezing….”

[thunderingoutlaw]

for @taleswritten — wedding time!

Cid glanced again at the ring on his finger. Gods, he didn't think a man his age could be giddy. Yet here he was, unable to stifle a grin at the delicate flames - gold inlaid into silver - and knowing that Clive's gold band bore angles of silver lightning.

Here he was, about to be married.

It'd been touch-and-go for a bit, after Ultima was finally gone. Many worried nights by Clive's sickbed, until Tarja warned Cid he'd agonize himself into the next cot over. One more miracle of Clive pulling through, one time Cid would readily admit to open weeping out of sheer relief. But for today, all was well. For today, there was no political advising allowed. There'd been only talk of food preparations, decor, and pitching the tents. The weather had even cooperated, important considering this was the best approximation of a normally indoor ceremony.

Cid shifted his weight subtly in dark boots, one bare hand brushing a stray blade of grass from ivory trousers tucked into the tops. Both hands then fidgeted briefly with the high, spread collar of a doublet reaching midway down his thighs; pale slashes contrasted deep purple, tablet weave trimming every outermost hem. The sash across his torso saw an adjustment too, just to double-check the steel brooch wouldn't unpin from the vee of red fabric near his left hip.

Gav peeked in then, asking with a grin if he was ready - and lightly teasing about Cid's nerves when the latter only nodded. His best scout and dear friend pulled back the tent flap to let the afternoon sun in; Jill, meanwhile, would be doing the same at Clive's tent.

Cid stepped out... and almost obeyed the urge to drop to his fucking knees. He was truly about to marry the best and most gorgeous man he'd ever met. He could feel the awed smile on his face as he crossed to stand in front of Otto, facing Clive.

The steward hummed a quiet, warm laugh at his look. Otto then waited for Gav and Jill to take their seats, among the small audience of closest friends and family, before he began. "We gather today in lastin' love, good health, and hard-won freedom, to witness this hearts' bond made manifest. Clive Rosfield, how will you speak your bond?" The typical officiation they'd worked out in the Hideaway's early years, intended to acknowledge the importance of the moment without tying it to any one deity or the now-vanished crystals.

[hells-hazbins]

@taleswritten

[🎲] Husk couldn't be more pleased with himself. His casino was doing well and more and more souls were flocking to it every day. He was enjoying the attention and the power it gave him. It meant his influence was spreading and other Overlord's were starting to take him more seriously.

Not because he was a threat, but because business with him could be beneficial to them. He was powerful, but stay on his good side, and you could reap the rewards he had to offer too.

That was why Valentino had reached out to him, one of the Vee's. Apparently they were interested in what he had. Why a Media, Social, and Porn Overlord took interest in a casino, Husk could only imagine. One thing was for certain though, he wouldn't allow this place to be degraded by other Overlords.

He was walking the floor while heading to his meeting when he spotted a new face. One he hadn't seen around his casino yet. Tall, slender, beautiful. Husk couldn't take his eyes off of Angel the moment he spotted him, even as his assistant tried to get his attention about the meeting he was going to.

Instead, Husk moved towards this beautiful new figure with a pleasant smile and a tilt of his head. "Hello there," his voice is deep and growly, "I've never seen you in here before. Are ya new around here?"

He was never a big fan of Valentino's work so he stayed far away from it. He legitimately didn't know who Angel was. He was a pretty face, someone new, in his casino. That's all he knew.

[yoursdndispatcher]

@taleswritten asked:

🍷from robby!

Send 🍷 for my muse's reaction to yours appearing at their door, drunk.

The knock sounds like a slant... Meaning, there's two standard knocks, and then a pause as knuckles tap the door at a different spot on the wood... someplace lower, creating a different pitch entirely. When Robert opens the door, there's Robby... looking bleary eyed and not entirely all there. Just one whiff catches him up to speed. ❝I hope this means you got a lift here and didn't drive or use the bike,❞ he mutters. Not the warmest of greetings, but he's honestly just a little wary and pissed. He could have called and Robert would have HAPPILY been his DD and taken him anywhere he wanted to go.

There's the possibility he could have walked here, too... which makes him equally concerned. He could have fallen or stumbled into the street. The fuck, man? He guides Robby to the couch and lets him collapse on the cushions with a huff. He should get him some water an aspirin... And it just so happens he's got some ice-cream in the freezer, too. Who would say no to that?

[saviorichigo]

Plotted starter @taleswritten

Being sent to Hueco Mundo to deal with a rogue arrancar wasn't his idea of fun. Now, he knew he didn't have much of a choice, since he'd been told that he was needed to deal with the situation. So he began making his way through the desert. Hills of sand, pillars of crystal, but there were no trees to speak of.

"Kurosaki, go to Hueco Mundo, you're needed. My fucking ass I'm needed." Words were uttered beneath his breath as he used shunpo to move forward at a quicker pace. At least his imitation of Kisuke was almost spot on. Not that anyone heard him.

Continuing to push forward wasn't difficult for him, at least he'd been told where he needed to go. Or the general location, at the very least, which was nice enough he supposed. After he used shunpo a few more times he stopped, seeing someone in front of him. "Seriously?"

After letting loose a sigh and shaking his head he moved to where he was closer to the other guy. "I thought it was you, Grimmjow. Can't say I'm surprised that this would be kept from me." The bite in his tone was minuscule but enough to be recognized. Why Grimmjow of all people?

Oh well, he supposed having backup he knew was capable would be nice, especially since this was a rogue arrancar he was having to deal with. "Don't get in my way." While it'd been quite a while since seeing the arrancar knowing he was alive was good enough.

Otherwise the soul reaper would grow bored. After all, how could anyone else entertain him with random fights, he'd made a promise to Grimmjow when he was a teenager. Whenever the arrancar wanted to fight him he was willing to fight him. Pushing past Grimmjow was simple enough should the other guy decide to keep up or not, so long as he didn't get in his way he didn't care.

Knowing that the arrancar was there was enough for him. And so long as Grimmjow didn't get in his way then the rogue arrancar would be dealt with swiftly enough. Or so he hoped.

Whenever Grimmjow sonidoed in front of him he'd sigh and roll his eyes before moving to push past the arrancar again. "I already told you not to get in my way. Run off and do whatever you're supposed to be doing."

[unhalloweds]

an owl delivered @taleswritten;

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ leon to chris! an assrt. of dialogue prompts: accepting!

Chris never gave a shit about company gatherings– mingling, talking to people that wore fancy suits to make it seem like they did something worth giving a shit. They rarely did, and he never fell for the act. The event he’d been forced invited to was under the discretion of the UN, a celebration of some sort for some anniversary that he didn’t pay much mind to. 

He’d just had to show his face enough to play the act of the BSAA giving a shit. 

About an hour into talking too far too many faces, the captain found himself outside, perched over one of the balconies with both arms braced against a polished marble; the overlook spread itself atop an expansive woodland, expressive enough to give the twinkle of the night sky its own refined polish. A rather beautiful night– a damn shame that the gathering was within the dull, monotonous tone of the walls behind him. 

Smoke billowed itself from the cigarette hugged between his index and middle fingers, loosely tampering between the skin as though he’d been one second from flicking it into the distance. If he wasn’t so bent on using it as his only crutch to leave the building, he may have done so– he’d had his mood soured by the function itself.

The quiet break of the door behind him was almost too loud, too disturbing for the scenery set before him. Tall, french doors that clicked upon being shut, causing the captain to twist his features enough to see who’d been invading his silence.

“What gave you that impression? Didn’t know your neck of the woods was invited too.” Chris shifted his arm, bringing the cigarette up to catch between his lips; a low, slow drag of air collecting and sitting in his lungs before he’d let it retreat from the hold. 

[lunarrps]

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[odditymuse]

connor ꒰ @taleswritten ꒱ sent : ⤷ ❝ i’ve never had sex before. i want you to teach me. ❞

If there was anything to say about Hank Anderson — it was the fact he had a lot of life experience. Fifty-three whole years of experience, actually, which with his life expectancy was well over half of that life left. Whether it had been before he joined the force, or after, there wasn't much that could be said or done that might shock him. At least, he thought that. Before Connor managed to weasel into his damned life. The fact that the older man had been mid sip of his coffee was unfortunate, because when the android sitting across from him at his small dinning table had spoken, the liquid was suddenly no longer in Hank's mouth — but instead lightly spewed down his own chin and dribbling across the paper he'd been reading.

" Jesus — Christ. . ? " As if he was trying to ask what the hell Connor had just said to him. Seriously? As the sentence really settled, Hank could feel an unusual warmth break out on his face. Flustered, yeah, but more so because of the spontaneity of what he'd just been asked. The worst part? When Hank stared at the other before him, he knew Connor was dead serious. The guy probably didn't even have the function to joke in such a manner. Might not even do so, if he did, because that just wasn't his type. " Connor it's — eleven in the fuckin' morning. " He decided to go with. As if mentioning the time would rouse some sense into the android. " What th'hell are you on about? "