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[virtuesofcornwall]

it had been a long time since he'd had the pleasure of setting his eyes on one miss katherine bhatt. too long, even though it couldn't have been helped. he'd written letters, but rarely found the opportunity to send them and didn't want to risk someone in the household reading them if left in their care. besides, it seemed, that miss bhatt was difficult to get ahold of in general. he had half the mind to think she was avoiding him intentionally; fortunately, percy had quite the solution. an invite to each of her charges for a night in his personal theatre box, with the promise of a few eligible bachelors and introductions. it was a cruel trap, laid with the greatest of baits, but percy swore to himself that this would be the last time he bothered her if she told him to leave her alone. so here he sat, in the richly decorated red and gold box. it was awhile until show time, but it was customary to arrive early to a show to insure an ample opportunity to socialize. he'd spared no expense in his clothing, a dark grey velvet tailcoat draping his shoulders and a silk waistcoat, all intended to impress that the hanover coffers were far from empty. percy stood as soon as he heard familiar voices in the doorway. @cfsvnlight

[mufflixtos]

open starter for : everyone! location : lockhart mansion ballroom

usually cain was fully embracing such an event, but he hadn't had a deep, or at least meaningful conversation with his mother in quite a while. he was just feeling... off, perhaps. regardless, he would try to show everyone that everything was fine and he was his normal, optimistic and incredibly friendly self. he couldn't afford not to, honestly. maybe at anyone else's party, but he was at his own family's party. there was no way he could mess this up. cain, for a moment, didn't notice that someone had come close to him. well, this was a perfect opportunity, wasn't it? " hello, is there anything i can help you with? "

[sadomasochxsm]

@kuraivu liked for a starter.

"you came highly recommended-" his cigarette is so close to the butt, it does well to singe his fingers before he throws it to the floor. a dash of eyes across the room - his right-hand leaving for long enough to see the two of them alone. eyes like beads scan their surroundings; a small studio, cute place. "i'm in need of a touch up."

his words, though suggestive would have them both surely knowing the meaning; the irezumi on his back, a far cry from what it once was. old scars ( & fresh ones ) disrupting the flow of the art. the old thing looking shabby ( hell, looks how he feels as of late ). ever since the boss had gone - it's as if all colour has drained.

"say-" a smirk edges the corners of lips "you do piercings?"

[tribridprncss]

Alex heard the words ‘granted’ leave the jinni’s lips and she squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Fear washing over her that this new world wouldn’t be worse than the last. The world moved and Alex sucked in a breath as her feet landed on the new surface, looking around Hope’s bedroom at the mikaelson mansion. Alex turned to the side, expecting to see her sister there, but the other was already falling. Alex managing to catch her before she hit the ground. “Hope,” she whispered. “Hope, are you okay?”

@asingulartribrid​

[sdawon]

termina por subir el cierre de su sudadera, listo para dar por terminado el entrenamiento en la piscina, cuando presencia ajena hace aparición en su campo de visión. “no vayas a dejar que se cierre la puerta, porque--” sonido fuerte contradice palabras que no fueron suficientemente rápidas, advertencia que se perdió en medio de intercambio. no le habían dejado las llaves. “bueno, eso es desafortunado,” suspiro que peca de dramático escapa de carmines masculinos, ligero mohín apoderándose de gesto mientras dedica mirada a nueva compañía, mientras se acomoda su mochila sobre el hombro. “no tengo las llaves. me temo que estamos atrapades.” 

[harvstsurvivor]

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[thgoldilocks]

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[gccdforu]

closed starter for @rockthistown​

“you have 60 seconds starting now. and trust me when i say this is me being generous,” thalia says not making eye contact with jt. thalia shifted to move things around in her locker, only halfway listening.  

[krmzi]

Crimson recém tinha saído de seu posto na barraquinha do Granny’s quando seus olhos encontraram os de @cursedshang​. Felizmente ela tinha passado no banheiro e se ajeitado novamente, a colônia forte e marcante chamando atenção para seu pescoço; torcia para que o cheiro de donuts não estivesse impregnado em suas roupas. "Eu sei que todo mundo está bonito hoje, mas você está excepcional.”, aproximou-se enquanto comentava, achava ele muito bonito, isso não era novidade, e não poupava esforços em dar sua opinião.

closed starter 004.

[virtuesofcornwall]

percy was desperate for an excuse to leave the house, but to somewhere that would provide both significant distraction and little temptation. errands were fine, but weren't really something to do. percy decided to visit the library. few gossips spent their time in such a quiet, "boring" place, or at least that was what percival told himself. when he stepped into the familiar building, warm with roaring fires and never ending shelves, he headed straight for the shakespeare collection. feeling particularly angsty today, he looked for hamlet, paying little attention to where he was going. right as he spotted the version he wanted, percy ran straight into another very sturdy person, immediately jumping back and spilling apologies. @noblesblud

[ofinsouciances-blog]

@edithadler

Friday. It was that time of the week again. His last lecture of the day finished in the mid-afternoon, and the florist was on his route home. The tradition had begun not long after he and his wife had moved to Oxford, with Edward surprising her with a brilliant bouquet upon his arrival at their home. The flowers became a more regular thing, but their frequency didn’t affect the sentiment behind the gift.

The bell above the door rung as he entered, Edward swiftly removing his hat. “Afternoon, Edith. How have you been?” He greeted, approaching the counter with a smile as his eyes trailed over the flower covered surfaces. “Anything new this week?” Coming to a stop, he leant against the counter. “The lilies were quite the success last week - absolutely beautiful.”

[ash-laurens-blog]

“Olive Oil Broomstick.” Ash clapped her hands together as she sat down across the table from her school friend. It had been...months since she’d seen Oli. It was before Alex and...a part of her felt bad. But she knew he needed his space, and she wouldn’t help much with his grief. “You feeling any better? You kinda disappeared to...wherever.”

@oliverblishwick

[praavicordius]

Late To The Party

@covairecitystarters​

Abel was extremely fucking late to this thing. That was the first thing running through the wolf's mind as he nearly burst into the room in question. The door swinging open loud and wide as he cursed beneath his breath and straightened out his decades old three-piece suit that he'd pulled out of storage. Slightly out of breath, Abel cleared his throat and tried to adjust the crooked tie he'd found and thrown on, pulling out a folded pair of square wire rim glasses and pushing them up his nose. It was a low effort costume, one would say halfassed honestly.. but that wasn't the only reason he'd picked Atticus Finch. Just. . . kind of a perk.

Pushing a hand through damp, mussed dark hair, one swipe of his other hand grabbed a glass of whine, taking a swig so large he nearly chugged the entire glass. Only stopping to clear his throat as someone approached him. Flashing a wide grin, he lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "Reckon I could say I'm fashionably late?"

[sdawon]

sus energías sociales han alcanzado un bajo nivel. comprensible, considerando el número de personas que acuden a la procesión, pululando a su alrededor sin intención, ajenos a hartazgo que comienza a picar su psique. un momento en soledad se ve como una necesidad, mientras juguetea con paletilla de caramelo en su boca como un vago intento de distraer negatividad. distracción que se ve ampliada por figura tercera, compañía inesperada pero tampoco despreciada. al menos, no de momento. “¿vas a volver? no es muy buen cristiane de nuestra parte, dejar de santificar una fiesta en nombre de dios...” afabilidad tiñe la voz de dawon, timbre que llega suave al oído y que combina con la sonrisa bromista que comienza a curvar carmines. 

[dangerousanna]

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[gccdforu]

closed starter for @rockthistown​

“there’s nothing to talk about,” noelle stated as she walked away. noelle hadn’t expected to see jeanette and the sight of the other girl had her completely thrown off. noelle had spent the last four days convincing herself that the fact that she hadn’t heard from jeanette was a blessing in disguise. despite all the pep talks she had with herself previously, she found herself whirling around to meet the other’s gaze. “but common courtesy would be to i don’t know text or call after you sneaking out of my room in the middle of the night. or do you make it a habit to kiss someone and then ghost them,” she huffed obviously irritated.