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Bc u followed! @rexheroum

“I fear I may not be of much use, in this discussion of politics. I know your here to strengthen the bond of our two kingdoms and I as the maiden princess must offer ideas on high lord and high realm issues.” She swallow back her anxiety.

“But I am not some wise princess who was put to rule and knows everything and im fine admitting I don’t know everything, but what I lack in policy understandings and trade laws I feel I make up for in my knowledge of the people.” Violet eyes flicker up to his face “I understand what the people of the realm need, because not so long ago I was them I lived among them yes I wasn’t allowed to be with them long due to my ‘aunts’ wanting me sheltered and safe but I understand them at least possibly better than most crowns.”

Closed starter for @flossinspector

“You’re a faerie, or are you a fairy?” The blonde heiress question staring in slight awe at the other woman “i don’t think I’ve seen fae with your coloring in the moors before, your wings are lovely.” She offer bashfully.

Closed starter for @luposcainus

“I am hiding from my lady maids who will not stop curtsying no matter what I plead. What are you doing hiding in the bush?” Aurora question Violet eyes filled with curiosity no this wasn’t the oddest thing she’d done since returning to her family in ulstead.

Closed starter for @wintersovereign

“I must admit arendelle is beautiful!, ulstead never has this type of weather we’re basically in perpetual spring in my kingdom!” Aurora exclaim as she follow the other royal through the snow.

Closed for @persentiscehubb

“I’m not so proud that I won’t admit when I’m unsure of myself for instance, I think we’re lost and I shouldn’t have been tasked with navigator.” Aurora say with a subtle hint of embarrassment “I feel we missed a turn.”

CLOSED STARTER FOR @halfveelawitch

“Are you truly sure of this fleur?” Aurora question Violet eyes flickering to the other blonde in worry.

“What if we’re caught leaving academy grounds?” Head whipping around to ensure they were not in fact being followed.

Hares head shot up at the unfamiliar voice. Quickly she untied the apron from her waist and quickly scrubbed her hands. Tetch having guests over without notifying her was unheard of, he always wanted her to make some kind snack for his guests. Additionally she had never heard that voice before. Grabbing her Kama, she stepped into living room.

"Hello?"

@themarchinghare

“Jervis? Are you here?” Music Meister poked his head through the doorway, looking around before stepping into the Hatter’s latest hideout. Between composing and organising his next ‘performance’, the maestro had grown bored and decided to visit his acquaintance. However he didn’t seem to be around at present.

Closed starter | @amoonlitmemory

"Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?"

Closed starter | @amoonlitmemory

“Do I ask questions, or do I just help you clean up all this blood?”

Closed Starter || @amoonlitmemory​​

“So, the camp is supposed to open tomorrow, but at the moment we only have 4 camp counsellors, one cook and one nurse. No one knows who is in charge - and did I mention the kids are coming tomorrow?” Asher ranted, feeling more than a little stressed. He wondered how he wounded up in this position as a Summer Camp Counsellor, but then he remembered the other had pressured him into the position. “Remind me why I let you convince me to do this?”

Who : closed | @amoonlitmemory​ Where : Home When : September 1940 “My leave won’t last forever, y’know? As soon as I’ve healed enough and finished my physio, they’re going to send me back.” Alex broke the silence, keeping his eyes down not wanting to meet their gaze.

WHO   :   closed | @amoonlitmemory​ WHERE   :   the tavern WHEN   :    late afternoon

Quiet in his seat, Jacob continued to watch the scene between the two in front of him unfold as he nursed his drink. He’d had a busy day and wanted nothing more than to just enjoy a tankard of ale and his own company but it would seem that the two arguing in front of him had another idea in mind. Looking down at what was left in his tankard, he chucked his neck back chugging what was left, leaving a pleasant burning of alcohol in his throat. Taking a stand as he noticed them getting more aggressive with each other, he let out a sigh and began to walk over. “Enough.” He stated, his voice calm yet with a sharpness to it. Jacob looked at them both straight in the eye as he put an arm between them. “If you’re going to behave like children, then I will be your daddy. Now, you go that way and you come sit with me.” The male instructed with a warning look that told them it would be safer not to argue with him.

Closed starter || @thosemalemuses​

Brooke stood outside the male’s apartment, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Dj, her pimp, had dropped her off outside the male’s door a few minutes ago, telling her he’d be back in two hours. That in itself had shocked her. Zach had paid for an extra hour. Maybe this time he wanted to do more than talk. She didn’t like to guess anymore. People were odd creatures - just when you thought you had them sussed, they would do something to surprise you. Zach was more difficult than most. The blonde couldn’t get a read on him. Not a lot of things intrigued her, but he definitely did. She pressed his doorbell once more, growing a little impatient in the cold night breeze with nothing but a small black dress to keep her warm.

Closed Starter || @ofblcssxms​​

“Did you miss me?” Asher asked cheekily, a smirk clear as day on his features. He knew turning up unannounced wasn’t ideal, but he had few options left and so he found himself on their doorstep, hoping their last encounter wasn’t one that ended badly. “So, uh, I kinda need a place to crash for a bit.“

location: café on diagon

status: closed starter for @pennyhaywoodx​

Penelope felt almost lighter than air as she made her way to the café where she was meant to meet Penny. Intellectually she knew she was very much in the beginning stages of the honeymoon phase, having just confirmed her feelings for Percy were reciprocated the night before, but it didn’t stop her from feeling amazing! The only thing that could make it better was time with friends, especially friends who gave her the courage to confess in the first place. 

Snagging a table by a window, Pen put in her order and waited for Penny. She pulled out a notebook to get some work done, but only barely managed to stop herself from doodling Percy’s name in the margins. God, she felt 12 all over again. Thankfully, she spotted her friend’s blonde hair and waved, beckoning Penny over. “Penny!” 

location: the burrow

status: closed starter for @percyweasley-arc​

Though Penelope and Percy had been working on rebuilding their friendship, somehow Molly Weasley inviting her to dinner at the Burrow still caught her by surprise. She’d been to the Burrow of course, though that was when she and Percy had been... together. And they weren’t anymore. 

Still, it was more time she would get to spend with Percy and she couldn’t deny that as much as she liked the Weasleys, there was only one Weasley that she’d do just about anything for. So here Pen was, walking up to the gate of the Burrow after all these years. 

Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the gates and headed for the door. It was a dinner with a friend’s family, Penelope reasoned, there was no reason to be so nervous. Knocking at the door, she let herself in at the call of a voice from inside. Molly was busy in the kitchen, doing something involving copious amounts of flour. Greeting her, Pen offered to help but she was shooed up the stairs to go find Percy. 

Penelope stepped lightly up the stairs to where she remembered Percy’s old room to be, trailing her fingers lightly over the pictures on the wall, smiling sadly at the young and innocent red-headed faces smiling back at her. Her heart twisted seeing Fred and George together. She didn’t know what she’d do if she lost Jason or Izzy, and the twins would never be the same without the other. Shaking herself out of her musings, Pen forced the thought from her mind and knocked twice on Percy’s door before letting herself in. 

“Percy? Your mum said you were up here—oh!” she exclaimed, as she walked into Percy’s bedroom to find him staring at her in shock, totally shirtless. 

location: estelle apothecary

status: closed starter for @littlexlunalovegoods

Penelope wanted to cry. Technically she already was, but uncontrollable eye watering did not count. She had been so excited to finally adopt a kneazle kitten, after toying around with the idea for years. And Marie was the best, most adorable kitten she could have ever hoped for, and everything should have been perfect, except it turns out that Penelope is allergic. 

Giving up on looking presentable, Pen apparated across the street from the apothecary where Luna worked, the company almost as desirable as the potions. She stumbled into the shop, distracted by a series of violent sneezes. Penelope spied what she thought was Luna (at the very least, saw a blurry shape that was probably blonde) and beelined for her. “Oh Luna, please tell me you have allergy potions in stock,” Penelope nearly begged.

location: obscurus’ books 

status: closed starter for @thoughtnott

Penelope walked out of the Ministry, pulling her hair out of the tight bun it had been in and shaking it out, a sign that she was considering herself off the clock. Casting a quick glance at her watch, Pen was pretty sure she would have time to run to the bookstore before she was meant to have her weekly call with her parents. 

Of course, this was somewhat of an error in judgement, since the moment Penelope opened to door to Obscurus’ all she wanted to do was spend hours browsing, tracing her fingers along the spines and breathing in the aging pages. She mentally shook herself; she was on a mission. Figuring it was safer to ask for what she wanted than to search for it herself and become distracted, she turned to the man she’d seen by the counter. “Hello, sorry to bother you,” Penelope said, always leery of imposing, “But do you have a copy of ‘Stay Out! A Compendium of Locking Spells and Wards’, by Edith Fowler?” 

location: cho and marietta’s apartment 

status: closed starter for @choeilidh

Penelope knocked twice on Cho’s front door, before letting herself in. Setting down a to-go box of pastries on the table, she wandered over to the coffee maker, pressing the start button and watching the machine with a little more interest than was probably healthy. It was only after Penelope had a mug of coffee clutched in one hand that she pulled a stack of newpapers out of her magically expanded bag, tossing them on the table. 

Turning to eye her friend skeptically, Penelope asked (not for the first time), “Are you sure reading through all the quidditch sections is going to make you feel better?” 

WHO: Arissa @couldvebccn WHERE: THE CREAMERY ICE CREAM & COFFEE BAR.

She was tired, so tired she almost found herself in the same predicament as someone she spoke to earlier that week -- but whatever his reason had been, hers was different. Between working at the station and spending most of her time on her computer elsewhere, she felt like she could take a nap and only be rested if it had been a month rather than a few hours. She'd probably do that once she finished the code she had been working on but for now? On her fourth cup of coffee, she reached out to give someone a fist bump. Arie knew the person but the voice seemed far away rather than passing her on the way to get something for themselves. "Chill out on the coffee, Are. You'll never sleep again." they teased her and her heavy head shook no, shoulders shrugging. "I'll sleep when I'm dead." Bad joke? Too soon? Ah, whatever.

The person mumbled and Arie looked up at them only for her eyes to meet someone else's. A familiar person with a set of eyes peculiarly similar to her own. In fact, she couldn't ask why because she already knew. Of all places the powers of the Dead Idol could stick her, they chose the place with Aretha Hatzi's sister. The sister she looked like and DNA wise WAS. They hadn't told her much about Aretha, just the basics, the rest she learned by deep diving Aretha's entire existence from birth down to the potential second she disappeared off the face of the Earth. She'd be lying if she had said she didn't check in on the Hatzis, including Arissa, from time to time, but it was less frequent than it had been when she first started. "Do I know you?" is all that she found herself managing to ask, coffee cup lingering around her mouth. If she ran now, someone would definitely notice.

WHO: Dusty @drvgonbvnny WHERE: 107.5 BLACK DRAGON PEARL RADIO.

It wasn't unusual for her to work just a little bit later than most at the radio station. While it had been an attempt to incorporate herself into the town and adjust while waiting for her assignment, she actually really enjoyed the work she did. The people she worked for, and under, were part of that. If you asked her, she wouldn't be able to say she cared for them exactly, and in fact she couldn't. They were causalities in her life. Telling people she didn't give a fuck about anyone would mean they'd survive another day and keep them from the truth of it all. Heartless? No, she liked them too much to pull them down with her. Their bullshit and her bullshit were mighty different. So in the end, it really was a never ending nightmare of wanting to love these people and knowing she'd have to leave them one day.

Hearing her stomach growl, she put her headphones down and went in search of food in the break room. She had thought everyone left but she wasn't surprised when she saw Dusty there, hunched over a thing of coffee probably. "You look how I feel but good news is, I think the sound issue is a cord thing. We'll have to get another one." Because let's be honest, between the two of them? They kept every mechanical detail so neat you could graze it with a fine toothed comb and not find an issue. The cord might account for the fact that the last show had a slight cut here and fizzle there. Sometimes, cords just go bad. She would take care of it because Dusty and Sera had a baby to take care of whereas Ziggy could handle waiting for his feeder to go off... but there he was, and Arie wasn't alone once again.

WITH: Suraj @b4rredteeth WHERE: Scaredy Cat

She'd been there a couple of times since arriving in Anchorage -- not enough to be a regular, no, but enough to recognize some faces that might be. On this particular night she found familiarity in a face from somewhere else that she couldn't quite place. Had they spoken before? She couldn't remember but maybe that was the Tequila talking as she leaned closer just to be able to hear what they'd say in response, asking, "You're familiar? Now why's that?" Flirty, yes, also a side effect of the Tequila but also because she didn't find it too difficult to find something attractive about someone, no matter the gender, and whoo, there was something attractive about them in this moment she couldn't put her finger on.

Tag dump

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 with @littlfrcak

Tinha ido até ao chalé de Hades em busca de Sasha, estava se sentindo sozinha naquele fim de tarde, e embora não quisesse a companhia de praticamente ninguém, o filho de Hades era provavelmente das únicas pessoas com quem Daphne conseguia lidar naquele momento. No entanto, para sua surpresa, um dos irmãos mais novos do semideus lhe disse que o rapaz estava na arena de treinamento, há horas na verdade, e isso soava um pequeno alarme na cabeça da filha de Ares. Indo até à arena, ficou observando o amigo por alguns minutos antes de intervir. "Acho que está na hora de descansar um pouco. E se não quiser, me deixe dar um chute na sua bunda para terminar logo esse treino." Disse com um pequeno sorriso, tentando animar um pouco o campista, embora também fosse difícil para ela. Além disso, não tinha qualquer moral para o repreender, também Daphne usava os treinos como fonte de descarregar sua frustração.

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 with @athclar

O coreto de Afrodite parecia completamente abandonado nos últimos dias, e ao contrário de seu chalé, aquele parecia o lugar perfeito para ler um de seus livros. Tinha algum tempo livre, e entre ficar em seu quarto pensando em todas as hipóteses do que poderia estar acontecendo com os campistas caídos, e esvaziar sua cabeça com um dos romances que tinha escondidos em seu quarto, a segunda opção lhe parecia a melhor. Sentada em um dos degraus, lia um romance de fadas em um mundo imaginário, uma saga que alguém lhe tinha recomendado e que realmente era boa demais para deixar esquecido debaixo da cama. Achando estar sozinha, se surpreendeu ao ouvir a voz do filho de Melinoe, a fazendo fechar o livro e o baixar sobre o colo. "O que foi que perguntou?"

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 with @evewintrs

Não era hábito de Daphne fumar, pelo menos não em seu estado habitual. Normalmente apenas o fazia quando estava estressada, daí comprar os cigarros usualmente quando saía em missão, mas nunca fumava um maço inteiro e acabava guardando para alguma emergência. Se lembrando do mesmo em uma caixa debaixo de sua cama, pegou e foi até à praia, levando o celular consigo para colocar alguma música. Em um lugar mais afastado, a filha de Ares se sentou na areia e acendeu o cigarro, suspirando baixinho com a sensação do fumo invadindo seus pulmões. Estava já deitada, com os óculos escuros sobre os olhos e o restinho do cigarro entre seus dedos quando notou a presença de Evelyn. "Quer um? Ainda tenho alguns." Perguntou, apontando para o maço ao seu lado.

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 with @sonofthelightning

Treinar com alguém bem maior que ela era algo que a filha de Ares estava habituada, afinal, com apenas um metro e meio de altura, qualquer campista ali conseguia ser maior que ela. E esse era o caso de Ian, não sabia ao certo quanto ele media, mas bem mais que ela. No entanto, tomava isso a seu favor, conseguia se esquivar mais facilmente e os atacar por baixo, um ótimo truque para fazer com que os oponentes caíssem, lhe dando ai a vantagem. No entanto, em um passo mal calculado, acabou levado diretamente com o cotovelo alheio contra a cara. O barulho inconfundível se fez ouvir e logo de seguida a dor, mais um nariz quebrado. Sentindo o sangue começar a escorrer, utilizou a manga da blusa para o limpar, embora pouco ajudasse e voltou à posição de combate, a espada empunhada. "O que foi? Não vamos continuar?"

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 with @zeusraynar

As noites depois de voltar da ilha de Circe tinham sido das piores que se lembrava de ter nos últimos tempos. Conseguia adormecer de forma tranquila, mas sempre que o sono se tornava mais profundo, a visão de todos aqueles que gostava, mortos no chão, voltava a atormentá-la como no dia da névoa. A filha de Ares dava voltas na cama, tentando voltar a dormir, mas, depois de pelo menos quarenta minutos naquilo, desistiu. Saiu do quarto e decidiu fazer um chocolate quente, logo o levando para o exterior do chalé, talvez o ar fresco a ajudasse, nem que fosse a esquecer um pouco aquilo que tanto a atormentava. Se sentou num dos degraus na frente do chalé, dando um gole pequeno no chocolate quando ouviu passos e logo a figura familiar de Raynar se aproximando. Tinha os joelhos quase à altura do peito e a chávena entre as mãos. "Bons olhos o vejam..." A loira murmurou, logo soprando o conteúdo quente. "Também não consegue dormir?"

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 for @aguillar -> “you're being very nice to me, and that makes me suspicious, understand?”

Ajudar na enfermaria não era algo que a filha de Ares fizesse com frequência, afinal, era um local que tentava evitar ao máximo. No entanto, com a afluência que haviam tido, não conseguiu evitar. Não fazia nada relacionado com a saúde em si dos campistas, como os curandeiros faziam, mas ajudava em pequenas coisas, e, depois de Santiago pedir um copo com água, não hesitou em perguntar a um dos curandeiros responsável por ele se lhe podia dar, e assim o fez. Já lhe tinha ajudado com outras pequenas coisas aleatórias, como alcançar os lenços de papel. "Precisa de mais alguma coisa?" Perguntou enquanto lhe entregava o copo com água que havia pedido, tentava manter uma expressão gentil, porém, a mesma logo mudou quando o ouviu, revirando os olhos como tantas vezes fazia. "Bem, se assim é eu posso já parar de ser simpática então! Porque se está desconfiado é melhor pedir ajuda a outra pessoa!"

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 for @oct3terror -> ❝ that sounds like a ‘ you ’ problem. ❞

Daphne tinha ido até à enfermaria de forma a encontrar um dos irmãos que também se tinha ferido. Era um campista ainda de nível um, e infelizmente, tinha sido apanhado no meio dos ataques enquanto era fechada a fenda. A confusão na enfermaria era tremenda, como seria de esperar depois de algo assim, e o ter encontrado havia sido uma sorte. Ao caminhar para sair dali, acabou esbarrando contra o fundo da cama em que Octavia estava deitada, a fazendo deixar escapar um silvo de dor. "Merda, quem colocou essa cama mesmo aqui no meio?" Murmurou, a destra se agarrando ao quadril machucado quando ouviu o que a morena disse. "Ora ora, está muito folgada para quem está deitada na enfermaria."