#Help wanted: Open starter

[horrifichaunts]

Evan winces as he puts his now bleeding finger to his mouth, eyes lightly watering up from the sting but not full on tears. A little blood will be worth it though if what he’s been trying his hand at works. Henry had let him have a box full of scrap and parts he and his father no longer has a use for, a little tinkering here and there and he’s managed to make the small wind up frog that now sat in front of him.

Hopefully it’ll work, he’s never made something that moves before.

[animatronicabundance-archived]

He didn’t like Foxy, but why?  As far as he could remember, which wasn’t far as even trying to think too hard made his head hurt, he had no reason to.  Everytime he walked past merchandise for the pirate though his breathing got shaky and his arms would try and hug something…..someone  something missing so they settle for hugging his chest. 

It’s best to not dwell on it as staying still in the mall was a death sentence,  gazing at the poster a name hangs desperate and silent on his lips, the small boy continues on his journey with his flashlight gripped tightly. 

[gempantheon]

He's alive.

That's all he's been hearing these past weeks. Shocked gazes and breathless murmurs. Whispered under hands covering lips and sometimes spoken boldly enough to be heard. A whole spectrum of colors across faces, eyes and figures that gaze at him like a zombie risen from the dead. He felt like it. Like he had no earthly weight to him, that the land didn't call to him the same way anymore, he felt wrong. So wrong. There were dreams, nightmares, visions that crossed his hours, awake or asleep, they found their way through the cracks and seeped in. He'd been cleared from the hospital, but he had not finished his recovery entirely and with that came something else. The pool wasn't used much during the more chilly season, which is exactly what he needed.

Stripped down to a mere t-shirt and swim trunks. Plain colors, simple colors, a deep rich black that hid what he wanted to hide. It wouldn't be uncommon for one of the staff to come check on him, they knew his routine, they knew his checklist and he even sometimes caught Cronos trailing behind him, following him and making sure he got to his destinations safely. It felt like he was walking on eggshells. But that's what happens when you code in someone's arms. To think that the chancellor had held onto him for that long, going as far as to do chest compressions to keep him breathing when his soul was slipping away from his body again, until trained medical professionals took over. The out of body experience was suffocating. Empty.

The cold washes over him as he submerges below the water's surface, the cold brutal darkness meets him again. What shackled around his ankles, crawled up his legs as if to try and drain every single vessel of blood with its teeth and claws. His lungs burn for air and he finally surfaces, taking in the deep long breath as water drips down his face, off teal locks of hair that stick to his face. A hand drags through it as he breathes. The aches fade with the waters embrace, a way to continue to make strides back to where he could walk miles without being in pain.

He was alive.

Even as fingers trace over where small scars decorate his throat. Where oxygen had been cut off from him, suffocating him, drowning him out without even being truly submerged but the light that poured down his throat, that dripped from his lips as chromatic eyes stared into his with manic glee to them. The way claws ripped through his flesh as his own strikes left behind weeping wounds of crimson, splattered across the sand that threatened to turn to glass with the temperatures.

I am alive.

[nursewashing-a]

open starter.

through the tinny metal walls of the tulpar, one wouldn't have to try terribly hard to listen to noises others made—voices echoed frequently if raised enough, and footsteps could be heard rooms away on the metallic flooring. with that in mind, it wouldn't be difficult to hear the stifled sniffling coming from the medical room. anya tried her best to keep her crying measured. ( a certain other person on the ship might have gotten unnecessary angry if she had been too noisy... )

she stifled herself, however, the moment she noticed someone entering the room. anya abruptly sat up, eyes widened as she looked over. oh, no—she was still on the clock. what kind of nurse would let herself break down in front of a patient?

❛ h– hello! my apologies. it... slipped my mind that you might be coming in today. sorry. how can i help you? ❜

[damnedrainbows]

It’s Chewsday. Alastor has found a way to combine boredom while he’s babysitting, with the weekly holiday!

“Alright my little rainbow belle, you remember what we practiced, right?” He smiles down adoringly at the the little fawn, from where she sits happy as can be in an aluminum casserole dish. There’s a few raw carrots that Alastor has sliced and diced around her feet for effect, that she’s already found to chew and nibble on. To complete the ‘recipe’, her hair has been garnished with a sprig of parsley.

Both can barely contain their giggles—even though Alastor has a feeling the baby has no idea what she’s laughing at. She just wants to play hide and seek!

“The oven is ‘preheated’”, The asshole can barely contain his wild giggles as he double checks to make sure the heat is turned off completely from the back of it. A shove of his hand into the door confirms it’s as cool as a cucumber. However, the oven light is on, and so is the timer.

“Show time!”

And so the next person who steps in through the threshold, will see Alastor oh so lovingly grazing his lips over the fawn’s forehead—before shoving the happy baby into the oven and ‘turning it on.’

[sunshincwitch]

Chamomile Greensmith : Open starter at the Masquerade 3/4

She was consumed by watching others, awareness of herself and her body in space severely limited. With a sudden jolt she finds herself crashing into a waiter, or the waiter crashing into her she isn’t sure. But she stumbles, tries to catch herself or the glasses that are falling and the glass shatters against her hand, slicing through the skin of her palm like paper.

Blood immediately wells up in the wounds, dripping down her wrist, threatening to spill onto the floor and she bites out a curse, looking around for anything to staunch the blood before she attracts too much attention. Eyes darting side to side she tried to find an exit, unsure if her head is spinning from the blood or the alcohol when she feels the unmistakable presence of someone standing over her.

[axquitas]

" How long do you say it takes the world to forget if you blow something up? Asking for a friend, of course."

[normaltothemax]

"I can't." Sorry, but he's going to be unavailable. "I, uh...I started seeing someone. I'll be meeting with them then."

[alloprosallus]

open to all (18+).

there's an itch under caleb's skin. when isn't there? his cuticles are torn, his lips frayed. for once, the ground is under his feet; caleb doesn't know how to feel about this, back in linkon city unexpectedly. he wanted time to plan, at least, make arrangements to see those he loves...and avoid those he doesn't. now he feels like he's swimming through shark infested seas, even though it's just the city he grew up in. caleb itches. perhaps it's no surprise he ends up bumping into someone in the cafe. he doesn't really know why he came here first, shuffling a dufflebag around in such a small location. maybe subconsciously he realized getting food in him would be a good step one to fix...whatever it is, today, setting him off. as it stands, though, caleb is uncharacteristically flustered for a moment, two, three; hopefully enough to skirt by before he manages to don his trademark brotherly smile. "oh, uh - hey! sorry i didn't see you there," caleb says with a shaky chuckle. "hopefully nothing got knocked over...long time no see?"

[flamesignite]

//I have caught up with drafts and have queued stuff! So it should be coming throughout the day.

[soulsbetrayed]

"I don't care much but wow people just don't care for the long term consequences do they?"

[horrifichaunts]

Elizabeth carefully positioned herself on the stool in the bathroom, not as small as….but still not tall enough to truly reach the mirror, little hands clasped onto the sides of the sink for a moment before reaching in her pocket for her goal. She can’t even remember if the tube of red lipstick was a stolen treasure or something she purchased with chore money, but careful as can be she makes a circle on each cheek and lastly uses it to trace her lips.

Green eyes look back to the mirror with desperation that turns sour when she sees the work she did was not entirely even, and little hands grip tightly onto the sink once more….Not sure if her arms are shaking because the tightness she’s squeezing with,there’s a small ache in her fingers, or for…other reasons.

The held breath shaky as it finally escapes.

[animatronicabundance-archived]

There’s a loud thunk from the upstairs of the Afton house, and it’s followed by a soft-

“Ow.”

[quietlyblooms-gone]

what's that quote about not knowing how to take so you just gave instead. except it's not wholly a defense mechanism like the quote implies but truly the way chiyo shows her love. she'll give and give and give and the wrong person could take everything from her if she isn't careful. but thankfully she usually finds the right people asdfg

[honeycombwerewolfe]

"I see...well, next time, maybe don't wait so long to come in, yeah?" Bernie teased gently with a suggestive tilt of her head and shrug of her brows. She couldn't understand how some people let things get so bad before getting a professional to look at it.

[damnedrainbows]

She’s never been good at carving pumpkins, and it doesn’t help that her magic has never been co operative with anything even remotely related to cooking, but since Charlie has gotten more acquainted with former mortals that have introduced her to more Halloween traditions, Charlie is determined to get this pumpkin carved.

“Nightmarish….hard-to-slice….gourd!” she snarls, driving in the knife and using too much force of her power. With a wet sounding splat, a smattering of pumpkin guts are everywhere, especially on the hapless princess.

“….Maybe I’ll just buy a plastic one.”