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[mutatedangels-a]

@wintxrx // soleil x lorenzo

"Flowers? You shouldn't have."

But what Soleil really wanted to say was, thank you I love you let's get married. Could you blame her? No one, not even her own brother Ford, had attended a ballet recital of hers yet. Maybe Ford did when she was doing baby ballet, but he hadn't gone to one ever since she moved to New Orleans and joined the local group. Long story short, seeing Lorenzo in the audience during her routine and now—backstage as all the other girls were given flowers and chocolates and congratulations—meant a lot to her.

She gave the bouquet a sniff before smiling warmly at Lorenzo. Maybe she even had on a set of heart eyes. For someone she'd just met, he was leaving such a mark on her life already. "I still gotta change outta my clothes—" she wore a flowy skirt and a pair of wings, her costume for the recital resembling some sort of angel— "but will you wait five minutes? Or do you gotta go?"

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[radicalrascals]

@wintxrx liked for a starter from Rafael

Public transport, or in other words the human zoo in motion, tempted Rafael's eyes to abandon the laptop screen before him and attend to people watching instead. There were the teenage no-hopers acting so stiltedly inconspicuous they became immediately suspicious. Maybe fare-dodgers. Maybe they were skipping school. Or planning to buy weed from some bloke they never met. And then there was this old lady who blatantly refused to take a seat out of sheer vanity. She wasn't that old yet.

Stories. They were all around them. But one particular one was giving the journalist a headache. He looked back down on his laptop, his instant regret translating to a heartfelt sigh.

When he looked back up, the teenagers were gone and there was a woman attempting to take the seat next to him. "Oh, sorry. Let me-" Rafael shut his laptop and hastily shoved it into its leather case which had occupied the contested seat. Now it was resting in his lap and the journalist suddenly found himself with too much free time on his hands. "There. All yours. I didn't expect it to get this full so early."

[loredrops]

" what are you doing here? I thought we both agreed it was better if we took a break? " the vibrant colors adorning his hands were a good indication on the time he had spent painting the last few days. when things were rough or confusing he did the one thing, that cleared his mind .. painting. but here she was in his studio, standing in front of him, causing every part of him to go numb. | @wintxrx

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[mutatedangels-a]

@wintxrx // tyr x kate

It was a common thing for partners to head out for drinks together after a long day's work—almost ritualistic. Most cases were easy and didn't follow Tyr to the bar. He didn't have to think too hard when the mystery was plain; when the suspect's motives were clear or when their work was sloppy. But the case he'd been working on with Kate, his new partner on the force, was a mindbender to say the least.

Sometimes, talking at the bar, shooting ideas back and forth, yielded more results and breakthroughs than when detectives were on the scene. And Tyr would have liked to do that—to ponder aloud about what the suspect's motives were and why the victim was chosen—but he'd had a migraine all day and wanted to think of anything but.

So, once the two had been served their drinks of choice, he took a sip and glanced over at Kate.

"Tell me about yourself," he told her. They didn't have much of an introductory period when they were wedged in this case together. Getting to know her would take his mind off the pain. And they always said partners should be bonded in some way; this was his way. "Why'd you get into the force?"

[radicalrascals]

Open: Valentine is recruiting your muse/muses for a heist or equally shady mission. Based on this idea. Preferably 2on2 muses, but can be traditional 1on1 too Looking for: any muse that fits a supernatural setting My muse: Valentine; vampire | fc: Sacha Dhawan

"Oh, don't you worry about compensation. Competency comes at a price and I'm more than willing to pay. I could use someone with your particular skill-set on my team. What do you say?"

[purehoneybees]

closed starter for: @wintxrx

based on this!

A loud horn goes off. There was an anthropomorphic alarm clock, fitted with a face and everything. It honked to wake up the young wizard. He was a good age, but definitely young for a wizard. He smacks the alarm which made it honk and grumble angrily. "Sorry Torem." The male spoke to the object that hopped off the table and ran off to do whatever clocks did. Nothing in the house ran on electricity. Sauske despised human technology—it went against the magician's oath. With an animated yawn and stretch, the wizard was on his way.

The local town often came to him with any concerns or questions. He was happy to help. But today he decided he would venture into the woods and scavenge for resources. He set his magical door to the woods and stepped outside. Sometimes he liked to set a spell so he could speak to the animals—but once he stepped out he found that he may have something else taking his attention for today. A woman... In the woods. "Hello?" The wizard called out. "Are you lost?"