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bodyguard & red string au psl

[Gil had been in desperate need of a job for a while, but things seemed to finally be looking up. He'd had his misgivings about the suggestion his old mentor Break had given him. It sounded too good to be true. Be the personal bodyguard for one person and get paid very generously. There had to be a catch. There always was.

...Then Vincent had assured him that it was fine, he shouldn't be relying on someone like Xerxes Break anyway. He could find Gil a job where he worked and Gil decided the catch didn't matter.

He stands in front of the closed door, nervous and sleep deprived. He made an effort to clean himself up and look more professional, but there's no hiding the exhaustion in his eyes. He has no idea what kind of person his employer is, only his name. He supposes it makes no difference. He takes a deep breath, knocks to warn his employer, and steps inside.]

Mr. Vessalius...? I'm Gilbert Nightray. It's nice-- to...meet you?

haunted theatre au psl

Truly, this challenge could have only been trusted with a future star such as myself! No wonder I got dragged into this. Even this theatre and the ghosts residing in it recognize my talent!

[Is how Tsukasa chooses to make himself feel better about his predicament. Not that he hasn't done his fair share of panicking and would continue to do so, but panicking wouldn't solve this. Yes, this is but a stepping stone in his career!

One he isn't too thrilled about and never could have predicted, but a still a stepping stone. The only thing that would get him out of this mess would be his skills as an actor. But there is the whole issue of getting visitors to stick around long enough to act. The place is creepy. Signs of abandonment are showing as its popularity declined over the years with no one wanting or able to take care of it. Even Tsukasa has to admit it looks different from how he remembers. To make matters worse, his attempts to draw in visitors have been doing the opposite. He can reach people with his voice, he can interact with the props and theatre, but no one has managed to see him. All of his rehearsals end up backfiring with visitors panicking about the theatre being haunted and leaving as fast as possible.

His shoulders fall as he watches a group of people do just that. They whisper to eachother about how the ghosts here are a lot louder than they imagined and...kind of annoying for a ghost? No one sees Tsukasa stagger back at the insult as if injured.]

I'm not a ghost!

[Even if he is transparent, and can't get hurt, he's definitely not a ghost! But his shouting does the opposite and the visitors leave the theatre empty again other than of Tsukasa and the actual ghosts.

The stage lights turn on, flooding the auditorium and stage in a dazzling light. In that moment, Tsukasa can almost see the same sparkle it had when he and Saki visited. There's laughter as some of the residents of the theatre emerge to perform one of their favorite shows. Scrambling off the stage, Tsukasa meanders and starts tidying up where he can--dusting the shelves, rearranging items, bringing belongings to the lost and found that no one ever visits. He still tries to avoid the ghosts when possible. They're the reason he's in this mess.]

A welcoming and neat appearance will attract more of an audience!

[And no one in their right mind would visit a haunted theatre at this hour!]

sci fi psl

[Kagami is escorted into the recreation space hissing. This proves to do little other than result in his captors transcribe their observations in a language he doesn’t understand, and he doesn't even feel better after the fact! But he can be stupid stubborn when he puts his mind to something. More importantly, he runs on spite and being petty.]

I hope all your data gets corrupted~!

[He waves at them in what would usually be a cheerful gesture, and ego bruised and no closer to escaping, he turns his attention to the most interesting person here. To be fair, they're the only other person here. Surprisingly humanoid, at that, but ephemeral and frail. ~~They’re pretty, and in another life and in a better mood maybe he’d flirt with them~~. It takes one look for Kagami to conclude that they won't be of much physical help in an escape. He fears they'd collapse if he nudged them too hard.

But they’re someone other than their shared captors, and he’s not one to turn down the opportunity to needle at people he dislikes— usually those who abuse their power and boy do the researchers who abducted him fit the bill. Their translators informed him of the goal of the study. Not that he has any reason to trust they’ll keep their word!

He’ll start by moving close to Nen. Get in their personal bubble and ooh and ahh like he’s never seen a person before. His eyes sweep up and down, appraising. He bats his lashes and plasters on his sweetest, most infuriating smile.]

Goodness, I have no idea what made them think this was wise. But I have an idea. Instead of becoming best friends, why don’t we speedrun their little experiment into the ground?

ph au psl

[The food is heavy in Gil's small arms, promising a meal and plenty of rations for him and his family. The thought makes him smile and nearly stumble up the broken steps that lead to their current shelter, an old, abandoned cottage on the outskirts of the city. It wouldn't last. Someone bigger and stronger would find it, and they would need to be prepared to leave swiftly. But now they didn't need to worry like they used to.

Noh was leading them home. She would know what to do.

Ever since Gilbert and Vincent escaped the freakshow and ran into Noh, their lives had already become so different. She had seen the same golden drops of light as Gil, and after convincing Vincent they would be okay, they agreed to stick together and follow the lights. Gil knew in his heart that the lights had lead them to Noh. She was strong, smart...she was really cool, and the only person other than Vincent Gil trusted.]

Vince! Noh!

[Bursting into the rundown room with a bright smile, Gil proudly holds out his spoils.]

I found lots of food! We can eat it while we travel.

Office PSL

[Gilbert is an assistant in the office. He's not the most stellar employee, or the worst-- but he is diligent, and punctual, and he does his best for his boss.

His boss...

That man is eccentric, unpredictable, gorgeous and Gil finds it remarkable working under him hasn't given him any gray hairs yet. He always imagined a boring life where the days blurred together, but they certainly didn't when he answered to Hyunjae. It's nice, he supposes, to be showered with attention. He's very considerate like that. But there are days where his backlog is full and he didn't sleep the night before and he just wishes for five minutes of peace.

After downing his eighth cup of coffee for the morning, he ignores the whispers and hungry looks his colleagues bore into his back and approaches Hyunjae's separate office, hands firmly pressed around the reports he completed.]

Sir? I finished what you requested.

coffee shop psl

[There's nothing more relaxing after tough day of torment and stress than a piping hot cup of plain black coffee. Gil's legs take him to his favorite haunt mechanically. His mind has long since shut down after a long day at his job, and as he opens the door he's welcomed with the warm aroma of caffeine and pastries, and the white noise chatter of other patrons. It's not the closest cafe, or even the most convenient route for him to get to. It's not even that the coffee or food is particularly earth-shattering. There's another reason he chooses to frequent this cafe every day, even on some days off.

That reason has a braid of gold and sunburst eyes with a smile to match. Gil offers a shy little wave at the barista, his lips twitching in his nerves. He's realized he has a terrible problem. He had never expected to develop a crush when ordering his first cup of coffee, yet here he is, about to make what might be the stupidest decision of his life.]

Uh. [He's reached the counter far too soon. Now he stands here in front of Aether, his mind blanks on the words he wanted to say. The question he dreamed to ask.] How's your day been?

desert life au!

Oh no. I've taken a wrong turn.

[Monotone and said to no one.

This is probably a bad thing! It's still preferable to the immediate threat of raiders who he definitely didn't go out of his way to steal from and piss off, so even though Kagami don't recognize this area of the Wastes he fled to in his panic to outrun them, maybe he can take two seconds to sit and take a breather. He retrieves his spoils proudly and eats, while the sun, unforgiving, illuminates him.]

...I'll need to find shelter now that mine's been destroyed. This suuuucks.

[Maybe he could tag along with some nomads, or find an abandoned encampment. But anything abandoned wouldn't be much use for him, would it? As Kagami eats, and the adrenaline dies down, he starts to get a better look at his surroundings. The way he lost the raiders feels almost too convenient. Hm. He stores the rest of the food and water in his satchel he earned legitimately for later, and reluctantly stands back up to explore.]

4th wall thread with notdaddy

[Continuation of this thread!

Tristan loves cuddling Luciel like this. He’s sure he’s felt love before- and it’s exciting and fun every time, but now he’s learning so many different aspects of love thanks to Luciel! He’s never felt so warm as when he pats his head and lets him hug him. It almost makes him want to drift off like this too.

But he doesn’t need sleep, not in the way humans do. His time would be better spent taking care of Luciel. He’s so put together and always knows what to do…how could Tristan not realized he wanted to be dommed?! This was supposed to be his specialty!

Burying his face into Luciel’s shoulder apologetically, he waits until Luciel has drifted into a deep slumber before entering his dreams. As an incubus, his whole body can travel between the dream realm and human realm, which means he disappears from the bed and floats into the dream so he doesn’t stumble. The first thing he does is take in Luciel’s dreamscape. It’s an important way to learn about him!]

Daddy?

magical girl mission psl

[Aimee's sparkling career as a magical girl is going great! She gets to travel, look cute, and she gets paid doing it! The only thing she has to worry about is winning against her enemies. Sometimes those enemies are much worse than anything she could have predicted! But it's fine!

There's no room in a magical girl's heart for fear, especially when working alone, but it's not without its benefits! Working alone means she doesn't have to worry about anyone except civilians, and each enemy and battle can be material for her to draw inspiration from later. And smiling as she runs head-on towards her next target feels easier each time. People are relying on her after all, so she has to do her best!

...Unfortunately, that means that sometimes she oversleeps and almost misses out on a mission.]

I don't think I've been in this area before...?

[She yawns into her hand, sprinting after the shadowy enemies and glancing at the night sky. The less people out, the better. A few bakeries and cafes catch her eye and she stops in place, fists gripped in determination.]

Okay. I've decided!

[She'll beat the enemies as fast as possible so she can try one of the bakeries for a very early (late?) breakfast! By the time this is over, at least something should be open. It's her favorite part of being a magical girl--getting to go new places. ~~No one ever told her about territories.~~

The invisible connection that draws Aimee leads her, and her enemy, to a dead end. With an impatient look, she gets into character. A bright smile and glamour hides her exhaustion. She snaps her fingers, and the surroundings change. The ground beneath them reflects like water, a mirror, and the lights in the windows flicker on and off. The air is different, charged with electricity and ozone.]

Please don't try to escape.

[She tries striking a cute pose, sighs and feels awkward about it, and starts trapping the enemies with water. She doesn't have to worry. People aren't dumb, right? No one else would be out right now.]

Ouran PSLs

[It's not uncommon to hear Kamiyama Academy mentioned. The prestigious private school located in Tokyo is a highly sought after destination to educate the rich and famous' youth-- and a highly competitive one, at that.

Anyone who steps foot on campus will instantly be met with how dazzling it is. Carefully manicured gardens and trees with full blooming cherry blossoms line the buildings. Instead of depressing, cramped corridors and fluorescent lights, the interiors have sweeping staircases and high, intricate rose colored ceilings. Classes are demanding, but engaging, and there is an abundance of clubs and organizations, practically everything a student could dream of.

Including the admired, and ever-popular Host Club.

The first thing anyone will notice is the scent of roses and spring. Soft, not overwhelming. Something that beckons them to the mahogany doors that seem to open on their own. A room not unlike the ones outside, but this one is softer. Cozier, more intimate, without sacrificing sophistication. Roses adorn vases that cost more than a student's tuition, breaking up the pale blush walls. There is the scent of tea, and sugar, and the hum of chatting students who sit on plush chairs and sofas. They sound happy.

And, standing there as if knowing they would stumble into this world, is one of the hosts. Smiling a practiced smile. Offering his hand out.]

master/servant psl

[The sole child and heir to a noble family, Kagami had...a reputation, amongst the house and social circles. The young man was well-mannered, always wearing a polite smile and offering a listening ear to anyone he encountered, but he had some flaws. Being a shameless flirt to everyone he met at parties being one. Despite the fact, he never approached any of the potential suitors the day after, and was warned to have broken many hearts. That was all relatively unusual, but it could be explained by his behavior. The other thing...couldn't.

There was just something...off about him, and the house as a whole. His smile never reached his eyes, which seemed to be empty, lending even more to his almost doll-like appearance at times, which was too delicate and muted. It had lead to whispers that his family had participated in activities all from the unsavory to working with demonic forces.

But those were just silly rumors!

They didn't matter, and they never seemed to bother Kagami.

Within the house, he was known to be polite, but often more trouble than he was worth.

Which is why everyone knows to make themselves suddenly and conveniently busy as he hums cheerfully down one of the expansive corridors, his voice echoing and an article of clothing draped over his arm. He stops when he sees his ~~victim~~ target and laughs, waving cheerfully.]

Shigeru! My favorite! I got lost looking for you...! Could you please help me out with this waistcoat?

A Callout Post

you know the drill i'll make this pretty later

hikki vampire psl!

[As far as Kagami remembers, that creepy home has appeared deserted since he moved nearby. Creepy might be an understatement. People avoid it for a reason, with rumors circulating and accumulating until they become so ridiculous even he stops paying attention to them. Breaking and entering is definitely a Bad Idea.

But Kagami has always been drawn to situations that get him in trouble. And, more importantly, he's broke.

And hungry.]

It's okay~! Because I have a knife.

[He sing-songs to himself, picking the lock and thanking whatever non-existent deities that the previous owner never bothered to replace their old, fragile locks with a key card system. It doesn't take him long at all before the door unlocks and the handle clatters to the ground. Damn. That would have been an issue if it wasn't abandoned.

Kagami shuts the door behind him and looks for the nearest lightswitch to flip it on. And then he starts looking around for any valuables.]