“Alright,” Geist glanced down at his black and white-striped attire, then sighed, “Look, I’m starting to get why Beetlejuice was a good costume choice for me, but I hope it doesn’t mean that people will start asking me to sing pieces from the musical adaptation...”

@singerofdanceverse wanted a starter with...Jack! (Jack Rose and Jack Rose meet XD)

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Okay. This was....not what Jack was expecting at all. Sure, he knew his mom was evil, sure, he knew that the Danceverse as a whole could be pretty weird at times, but another version of him took the cake when it came to all the weird things he'd encountered in his life.

"Hi...?" Jack just stared at the other. What else was he supposed to even do about this!?

"Are you, like, some version of me...? How are you here....?"

@fellstarsirius (for Soren :D)

“Soren~”

Tahirah took out a tray of scones filled wiht sweet red bean paste, offering them to Soren. “Would you like one?”

She hoped he liked it!

@propertyofseagate liked for a starter!

Calista was just in the library, trying to shelf some books that she just found lying around. She didn't work here, it was just - she didn't like them being out there with no one to claim them or read them. What if someone else wanted to find them on the shelves, after all?

She was about to shelve the last book when it slipped out of her hands and hit someone else walking by.

"Oh, I'm so sorry..!" Calista moved to grab the book quickly, looking at them apologetically, blue eyes meeting the other's own. "Are you alright?"

@heartsick-honeybee​ wanted a starter!

“Soooo, it’s been a while.” Pegasus sipped the punch - part of an opening party of a new Duel Monsters tournament - before looking toward the other with a grin. “What have you been up to since we last saw each other?”

@duelingdestiny

Lavinia blinked. “How many times have we had him guess and he still hasn’t gotten it?”

Felix shrugged. “He’ll get it at some point, right? Though I find it so amusing that he’s wrong every time so far~”

A sigh left Mimet as she drearily gazed at the window displays of a huge clothing store.

“Oh, if only I had the money to buy those cute dresses right now...!”

"...... Did you ever feel sorry for doing it? Even just a little?"

William gave the question a bit of thought. "At first. It was a mistake. I hadn't intended to kill her... your alternate that is. She was the first in my universe and her death was accidental." He explained, Poppy may have a different name, but she was still technically Charlotte's alternate. "So in that regard I do feel remorse, but in it, I found a way to cheat death eventually save those that are most precious to me." He stated with a smile, having long since convinced himself that the ends justified the means. "This includes your alternate of course." The British man added, even now he believed that Charlotte was actually his child and not Henry's.

[ CONSUMED ]  receiver needs to feed on human blood,  sender makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

( BLOOD KINK PROMPTS - ACCEPTING )

Blood never tasted good. It tasted like so many things, but not the kind of good that one yearned for like water in a desert. Not how they were drinking it now, lips pressed against the edges of his wound, teeth coaxing his flesh, tongue at his pulse.

Something was wrong. Wrong, wrongwrongwrong—

They only knew they’d woken cold, clutching their stomach in agony and too weak to roll off their side. Too tired to panic, too panicked to rest, mouth stained bitter and foul with old blood. Their Little Fish appearing in their vision had only served to greatly annoy them that they’d been caught so vulnerable, and they’d bitterly ignored anything he might’ve said while staring directly into his eyes with a scowl— uttering only a “Leave.” in response to his presence.

Until he’d made that cut. It had been met with exhausted apathy at first, maybe a little confusion, but the minute the smell hit them, the world had blurred and they’d lurched forward like an animal, defying every aching muscle in their body. Hell, they’d practically tackled the poor zombie with the sheer momentum.

An offering. They understood it better now as their sense returned with the heat of the fresh blood. They didn’t relinquish Dwight’s limb back to him, although they did relinquish the threat of biting right into him like a crazed beast. They were so overtaken with just… relief. So much relief! Their shoulders slumped and they uttered a moan at the release of pain, before they greedily wrangled and held their little fish closer, working at draining the wound for all its worth. They couldn’t tell if it was hunger or delusion or the high from the pain, but Dwight tasted decadent, and they couldn’t help themself. It was the same kind of warm as wine.

They only drew their lips away when their breath forced them to catch it, blood painting their lips and chin in red smudges. They didn’t move far though. Dwight wasn’t free. Their lips still brushed over his wound, their eyes peering at him sidelong, and their breath hot on his skin. An offering? Their eyes softened a bit, but kept staring. “… Why?” It was about the only word they could muster, though why what, they weren’t sure. “How?”

“I had to learn how to give others a nice smile over time. Sometimes if I make it a bit too crooked at the end, I end up scaring them instead...”

Geist is ready to murder someone. He has those violent urges - the ones that want him to paint blood somewhere.

"To Blueberry Academy I go! Now, how do I get there again...?"

@fodlansbestmom (giving you a starter because why not lol)

“Sorin! Sorinnn~”

Tahirah came to Sorin, offering him a plate of three different cupcakes.

“I want you to taste these and see what you think of them. Try them please~?”

@eternalbxtterfly liked for a starter!

Arganan stared at Elise with his one working eye. There was a smile on her face, and that usually meant all was well or pure unadulterated chaos was going on.

"...What have you been up to lately...?"

@duelingdestiny from here

“What happened was that I tried mattress surfing out of curiosity to see if it actually worked in real life. Croquet advised me not to do it and I ignored him, and so I ended up spraining my ankle and taking a month to recover from that.” Pegasus shuddered at the memory. 

“It was fun, though - until the injury, that is...”

“Oh, hello! Is there...uh, anything I can do for you?”