Summer Activities Prompts!

Summer Activities Prompts!

Send one of the emojis for our muses to do said activity together! Put a ‘+’ to add an additional emoji/scenario. You can also add more details to the prompt if you want to!

⛱ : Spend the day at the beach 🎆 : Watch fireworks together at night 🚗 : Go on a cross-country road trip 🧺 : Have a picnic in the park ⛺ : Camp in a tent in their backyard 🩱 : Go swimming at a local pool 🎡  : Go to an amusement park/summer fair ☀️ : Sunbathe outside 🪵 : Have a summer bonfire 🌌  : Stargazing in their backyard 🌭  : Summer barbecue at a friend’s house ☔️ : Stuck inside due to a summer storm 🚤  : Spend the day out boating/tubing/water skiing ⚽️  : Play soccer/frisbee at the park 🛀  : Take a bath to escape the heat ☕️ : Hang out at the local coffee shop 🌕  : Play Ghost In A Graveyard (and other games) at night

" do you ever go onto wikipedia because you were curious about something, and then there's a link that sparks your curiosity and you click on it because you want to know more and then it just leads you down this rabbit hole of topics and you're so far away from what you were originally looking up? "

@rigelig

soryn parks his motorcycle on the street and makes his way across to the park, his lunchbox in hand. he loves coming out here for his lunch break, enjoying the gentle breeze, the warmth of the sun on his skin and the general ambiance around him. it was truly the perfect spot. he sits at one of the benches. from here he could see the gazebo that a few other people were eating at, the playground that some kids were climbing all over, as well as the pond that wasn't too far off that was usually a home to some canadian geese during the spring and summer. soryn would sometimes watch parents urge their kids to head to the pond and feed them bits of bread, watching in amusement how the birds would sometimes frighten the kids.

he opens his lunchbox and crosses one leg over the other as he balances his lunch on his lap. soryn doesn't even need anything at all, and yet there was a desire to blend in. to appear, for all intents and purposes, normal and human. there was a small bottle of water, a sandwich, some crackers and slices of cheese, orange slices, and some oreos. he lifts up the sandwich and brings it toward his mouth when something in his peripheral makes him stop. soryn's gaze lifts and, much to his surprise, it was a priest approaching him after he told a couple of kids to run off toward the playground. he watches the priest sit down, quirking a brow at him. he didn't think one would even want to get this close to him.

" i figured my attire and my tattoos and piercings would be enough to keep priests away. " he says, a hint of an amused smile forming on his lips before he finally takes a bite of his sandwich. soryn chews, swallows. his gaze moves back to the priest. " or do you think i have a soul to save? "

soryn just can't help but snort at his answer, laughing now. oh, how amusing he is for a man. is he merely a man since he knew what the demon was so quickly? or is there something more to him? he isn't sure, but he does feel curious. " you find kids in the damnedest of places, i guess. " soryn says, casting a glance in the direction of the priest, the pupils of his eyes narrowing into slits as his shoulders lightly shake from his laughter.

his gaze averts and focuses on the pond once again. there's silence from him for a moment before he sighs. " doing the same job for over four thousand years wears you down. " soryn tells him, taking another bite of his sandwich, washing it down with water. " i was the grand judge of hell. i did love it, once, but there's nothing like seeing the worst, the absolute worst, in humanity every day for most of your life. " he shakes his head, shoulders sinking as he sighs again.

" finally, i... i had to leave. i had to find the joy in life again, so i came up here. at first i had absolutely no idea what i wanted to do. " soryn chuckles, glancing at the priest again. " there was someone i quickly became friends with who helped me secure an apartment and found a job for me. " his reaches up, pinching the fabric of his uniform, lightly tugging it away from his chest. " part-time mechanic. " he lets the fabric go, smoothing it out. " i enjoy it a lot. working with my hands is quite nice. " soryn smiles. he's certainly found a love for hands-on hobbies over the past couple of years, too.

" then, about a year later, a modeling agent came in with her car, needed some part replaced, and she was just... watching me. finally, after i got the part replaced, she just looked at me, gave me her card and said if i ever thought about modeling, to give her a call. " it was still a little funny to think about. maybe she saw potential under the smudges of old oil and the unflattering uniform. " i hadn't thought about it, but the second she gave me that card, i started to. so, part-time mechanic, part-time model as well. quite a peculiar combination, i'm sure, but... it makes me happy. "

shiro couldn't help but release another laugh, following by a scoffing noise. the moment he gained his freedom from asylum, he was doing all sorts of things a holy man shouldn't, all because he wanted to. shiro wasn't a man of morals when it came to a lot of bullshit that made no sense.

" found the poor things abandoned in a dumpster, " he began in an amused tone, a sideways smirk on his lips as he talked passed his cigarette, " bein' the kind, generous man i am, i took 'em in. " the priest spared the demon a sideways glance before he went back to watching the twins playing. rin was all over the place, dragging yukio along with him.

" care to tell me why a demon is sitting out in the open? " he raised a brow curiously, tilting his head slightly to observe the demon more closely. the yellow of their eyes, the pitch black hair, the oil and grease stains on their work uniform, all of it mixed together to create a radiant creature.

of course that wouldn't slip past him. of course he'd hear it! she remembers the topic had come up once and how baffled he was that she never swears. c'mon, everyone does it, had been his words, but it just wasn't agatha's thing. she doesn't care at all when other people do it, she just doesn't like doing it herself.

agatha groans again. she looks away, frowning, her brows furrowing, feeling more upset with herself than him. her arms cross over her chest and she turns away. " ...y-yes, i-i swore. " she mumbles. there's a pause, then her eyes narrow and she turns her head to stare up at cash. " i-if th-this was your way of— o-of g-getting me t-to swear, i'm— " what? what could agatha do? her eyes narrow more, just slightly. " i-i'm n-not baking your favorite cookies f-for a whole month. f-for two months! "

   oh. 

   oh.  his.  god. 

   it  happened. 

   brows  kiss  forehead  as  cash  turns  on  his  heel  to  stare  at  her.  there's  amazement  mixed  with  sheer  disbelief.  did  i  hear  that  right?  she  said  fucking.  she  said  fuck.  she  actually  swore.  she  can  swear.  holy  shit.  holy  shit?  holy  shit.

   “holy  shit.”  there  it  is.  “you  fuckin'  swore!”  and  there's  the  finger  pointing  at  her.  “you  actually  fuckin'  swore!  holy  shit!  you  said  the  fuck  word!  you  swore!  you!  swore!”

there she goes, massaging her temples again. she feels like a pot of boiling water left on the stove too long and the water is about to spill over the sides. " cash... " his name leaves the faerie's lips again. is he trying her patience on purpose? it would feel like it if she hadn't known from the beginning of their relationship that he was a chaotic man (the shirts were definitely the first giveaway). a groan leaves agatha. " 'roombarmy'? cash, i swear to fucking god. " there it is. he has driven her to swear. the f bomb, no less.

   who  even  has  seventeen  knives. 

   uh  oh. 

   a  nervous  grin  takes  over  his  features,  a  hand  raising  to  the  back  of  his  neck.  “well…  not  kitchen  knives,  no.”  he  crosses  his  arms,  pursing  his  lips  akin  to  a  pout.  “if  i  were  to  go  and  like,  i  dunno,  check  my  actual  arsenal  then…  yeah.  way  more  than  seventeen  in  there.  different  makes,  sizes,  weights.  y'know.  for  every  occasion.”  when  you  need  to  kill  someone  a  certain  way.  “i'm  sure  i  could  assign  some  of  my  knives  to  the  roombarmy.”  he  has  just  coined  a  new  term.  he  will  be  using  it.  his  roombarmy.