Autumn Open Post

[callmeles]

Autumn Open Post As we know, I love my AUs and PSLs! I love exploring worlds and discovering how little changes can tumble and create big changes. My characters are top-leveled but feel free to add your own and let me know if there's someone you'd like! ♥

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piper allison

[callmeles]

witch . here for all things fall and halloween

[flickofawrist]

Admit it, the caraway in the coffee was grand.

At the movies

[drmcsexy]

They had spent the afternoon house hunting but Kyle had told her all day he had a fun night planned for them. Sure the town had signs up about the movie marathon and all that came with it but they'd managed to avoid most of them so he didn't know if she had an idea or not.

When they pull in to the drive in, things are in full sing. Food trucks lining the edges of the parking area, booths selling all kind of alien trinkets, and most of the town either at the bar or mingling with those they know.

"Welcome to Roswell's annual alien movie night. A chance for the town to come together and watch aliens being killed while having no clue they're right under their noses."

He knows one day he's going to have to tell the pod squad his new maybe a girlfriend knows about them but tonight is not the night.

"This is high entertainment for the town you're looking at buying a house in. You should know what you're getting into."

inej

[withoutanet]

wraith . voice testing like whoa

[noreasonneeded]

[The canals are flooded. It’s one of those nights in Ketterdam where it hasn’t rained, it’s poured. A minute would have stuck shirts to skin, let alone several hours. Even so, the real reason Kaz heads up to finally change when arriving back at the Slat is because, despite dawn near rising, he’s still got work to do. Always.

Kaz slips off his gloves and washes his hands and arms, his face. He changes into dry clothing, a suit of course, though he still feels damp. Then sitting on his floor, bad leg extended, he takes off his boots and starts to shine them so the day’s wear and tear won’t show. Kaz cleans his own messes, so it looks like there never are any. His window’s cracked open to let in some air, the room is stale and hot from lack of use, and he swears he can smell the salt despite the harbor not being that near.

It’s raining, though.

Only one person alive has seen the Bastard of the Barrel plop himself down on the floor of his room in his socks to clean his shoes.

They’ve traded messages, of course. Even when they’re both at home in the Slat sometimes. Updates of reassurance before word of a battle reaches the other. Random jealousy pictures of food one’s having that the other isn’t. Conspiracy theories on how certain unsolved crimes happened. In many ways it feels natural when he sends one to her now.]

Your ledge is getting wet.

[flickofawrist]

As you friend who may need an alibi, I feel I should let you know that I may kill Kaz.

As a silver lining, we know his stance on funerals so we won't have to pay for one.

Some nebulous prebooks time? What is time?

[bealufull]

The way he moves through the streets of the Barrel is with the same stilted gait that is well known by any in the darkness and shadows of the streets they call home. Most cleared from his path, never once slowing with the knowledge that no one would likely take the chance of incurring the boy's wraith. Only strangers took the chance, those visiting for the thrills that the Barrel had to offer, and they paid the price for that insolence more often than not.

Today he has a destination in mind, a darkened shop with windows blocked by heavy curtains and no sign of life through any cracks in such coverings. In his dark suit and kidskin gloves, he blends into the shadows but for the gilded edges of his cane head showing around his gloved fingers and the paleness of his face.

Though he may blend in but he's not one of the shadows. Sharp eyes never stop moving, taking in those that pass before him, but his attention is on a singular person that no one can see. Not even himself. That doesn't stop him from greeting her.

"Good evening, Wraith."

han

[achameleon]

drifter . voice testing because family(TM)

alex

[8w7]

president's son . he's too busy for this but will make time

arthur

[bamf_pointman]

point

eliza (oc)

[elizaburkett]

journalist . enjoys all things spooky and crime . voicetesting

jordan

[jdavings]

witch . maybe back from the dead

les

[lesandra]

street racer . here for the halloween season forever and ever

[lockanthrope]

It's one of the first times that Tyler has felt that they might actually be on the right trail. Finally. It's been years he's been trying to track down the methods to end Klaus Mikaelson's life, and now with the help of a beautiful wolf and her brilliant pack he might well have found the answer.

At least he hopes so and Luke Roman might well have the answer.

He'd said he'd meet them at an amusement area by the batting cages.

"So... the brother of the guy we're looking for? Ambushed some friends at a batting cage. Really hoping that doesn't happen twice."

jesper

[pearlhandles]

fabulous sharp shooter with fabulous taste in clothing and men . still semi voice testing

[musicandmayhem]

If you see me covered in smoke stains, don’t be alarmed.

adonis

[princedelenfer]

vampire/demon hybrid . every day is spooky season

[flickofawrist]

Have you ever thought of making your own hot sauce to stay on hellish brand? Or have I been in Ketterdam too long to think to capitalize on that?

mia

[whatsyourcode]

street racer . her family isn't very subtle but she loves them anyway

sionnach

[irishfox]

witch . it's probably for the best that you don't engage

[witchforhire]

[Knew her before that PR angle. It's not wrong, but also, 'best' means a lot of things.]

Where are you. Don't give me existential bullshit. Purgatory or are you corporeal.

[Can't be hell or things would be more on top of shit.]

henry

[ironicsymbolism]

prince of England . spare . looks great in tight trousers

[historyremembers]

When you spend your life running at everything head on and as fast as you can, it isn't always easy to start bowing out of things. In the end though, he played a card he hated laying down but it was one that couldn't be countered easily.

High Royal Annoyingness is coming to town and we could use the press. We being the campaign and how good things will look for both countries.

Which was one ploy. Then, he laid down the best one.

Besides, do you want me back here without any of you to ensure I stay out of trouble?

Because he knew they trusted Henry more than they trusted him not to evade his team... or have them work with him. There was no way Henry would agree to getting into the worst of trouble, evading cameras and engaging in sexual activities in the White House. Who would think that would ever happen?

And despite all the flirting and teasing, he's just glad to see Henry again.

Even as he paces the hallway outside of his wing. He knows Henry has landed and he's just waiting for him and his security to arrive.

felix [katinen]

[gqrome]

immortal witch . went to the dark side for the cookies and booze . voice testing

Before the fire? A long time ago? Maybe. Who knows. Sort of in that timeframe

[sassiopath]

Raised as the sort of equivalent of a British monarchies spare, Peter was used to being in the shadows of things. When his sister had born three children for the line, her own heir and a spare, he had found himself as much feeling extraneous as he did restless for something else, something more.

He hadn't given any warning, just leaving a note that he'd be back eventually. He'd weighted it down with his phone, just to make it clear he wouldn't be followed.

He'd bounced around a bit, both out of curiosity and to make his trail harder to follow but eventually he'd ended up in Rome. Rome was home to so many families of wolves they were legendary as the short of dire wolves that haunted the countryside and therefor maintained their privacy for the packs.

So he wandered the streets surrounding the Vatican, narrow stoneways and open waterways and while his Italian wasn't great, it got him by.

He wasn't even paying attention that evening, happy on wine and good food and just being free for a time when a woman suddenly stopped in his path. Older with a kerchief protecting her hair. She crossed herself, and then made a gesture towards him, spitting in his path.

"Lupo," she growled, eyes narrowed.

He sighs, rolling his eyes as he holds up his wrist where there's an expensive bracelet with an evil eye charm on it.

"Nice try, Strega, but we have our own of your kind."

She sneered, spitting this time on his shoes before walking away. They were italian leather by the look of them.

"Are you kidding?! I just bought these," he called after her, moving to the outside tables of a nearby cafe for some napkins to clean them up.

tfln cont @noreasonneeded

[princedelenfer]

[cont. from here]

That's safe to say, yeah. They either do something completely dumb, don't have a good handle on their blood lust and/or get on the wrong side of hunters.

Fair enough. You don't seem like the 'jean' type of guy.

Separate is fine. Are you? Is there a destination yet? As I mentioned before, depending on where he's going, I can get him in contact with a couple of chefs so he can learn from some of the best.

[noreasonneeded]

That does all sound remarkably like a second adolescence and teenage experience. Not worth never getting a wrinkle if you ask me.

I see the value in them being thick material. Less ripping. Otherwise, yes, they lost me. It's not the material I want to wear when sitting or fighting. And there is the image, too. I don't do casual Fridays.

It seems between Italy and India right now, unless he throws me a curveball at the last minute.

tfln cont @noreasonneeded

[callmeles]

[ Around 20 minutes later and after digging it out of the hellion's hiding spot, Piper picks the sketch up and is glad to see it no worse for wear. "It wasn't yours in the first place though I know you think everything is yours," she says to the shadow cat, flicking her ear before walking to her desk. ]

It'll be the perfect addition to my place.

Spoiler, she did take it. Brat.

[noreasonneeded]

At least she is nothing if not predictable in her escapades.

tfln cont @noreasonneeded

[withoutanet]

[ cont. from here ]

It's roughly five minutes later before Inej slips into Kaz's office by her usual means. Although she wouldn't admit it out loud, she was a little excited about going on a little heist with Kaz. She knows she should balk at it, at least her younger self would have but now? After everything she's been through and how much Kaz has taught her... it wasn't the worst thing they have done.

And now, she can say she enjoys it.

"Are you going to tell me what we're planning on stealing?"

[noreasonneeded]

There's something oddly comforting to the man who's built a fortress around himself to have Inej slip through his office window with ease. A part of him delights both at her talent, but also that she feels comfortable enough to do so without preamble. There's no polite door knocking between them, not any longer. Not that Kaz has ever been polite, but he's always respected boundaries. They both know what it's like to have those crossed, and they've both slowly erased and reworked the ones between them as the years have passed. It's unspoken, and he'd likely shut it down if it ever was given a voice, but it's there all the same.

He's up and his back is to her, washing his hands in his water basin and offering his usual, "Hello, Inej," even before she speaks. Her question draws a slight smirk to his face. Inej is still that pious Wraith, but she's come around to putting Ketterdam's society in its place and pulled down some pegs. Finishing wiping his hands dry, he turns to face her as he's tugging on his gloves.

"A painting called The Waves of Time. It depicts the historical moment when the Council of Tides officially laid claim to Ketterdam and buried the passage between Kerch and Shu Han beneath water. The only painting ever done by this particular artist, who grew famous working with charcoal and pencil. It's about to make its way out of Kerch this evening, but I think it should remain here. For the sake of history and national pride, of course." There's a playful glint to his gaze that says he's lying through his teeth on that last part.

cont. stars thread (for Buckinghamvowels)

[princedelenfer]

[continued from here ]

Adonis's eyes are dark as he keeps them focused on the man before him and groaning when Henry takes him deeper.

"Fuck," he growls, his hand tightening in Henry's hair every time he withdraws and drags that tongue underneath his cock.

After a minute, Adonis can't resist a little thrust into Henry's mouth, testing to see how he responds to it. Everything else outside of this balcony ceased to matter for the time being. All he wanted right now was more of Henry.

[buckinghamvowels]

Much as Henry enjoys moments like this, a delight he loves but so many aren't willing to give as good as they get. Not with the prince of England. Yet it is soon obvious that Adonis doesn't feel the same.

He rocks his hips, pinning Henry to the wall with the roll of his hips and he aches from that feeling. He suckles at the other man's cock, head bobbing eagerly even as he chokes himself slightly. None of that slows him though, suckling and lapping at him for more.