#Open Chapter (Open Starter)

[hopelessgirrl]

Mariana stepped out of the bathroom, adjusting the sleeve of her shirt with an automatic gesture, covering her wrist just a little more. She glanced around quickly, the hallway full of students talking, laughing, rushing past. She felt the weight of being invisible, but also the pressure of not wanting to be noticed.

She walked down the hallway with calm steps, but her mind was racing, thinking about what the rest of the day might bring. Her gaze wandered to a door in the distance, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Without realizing it, she ended up bumping into someone while trying to distance herself from the commotion around her. “Sorry...” her voice soft, almost inaudible, not wanting to face whoever was there.

[libraryofdesire]

🌻 open to: females. 🌻 connection: young wife/girlfriend, daughter, step daughter, sister in law. 🌻 muse: theodore "theo" edwards. 55-60. dominant. heterosexual. retired cop. protective & controlling.

"and what time do you call this?"

the placement of theodore's armchair in the front room is a strategic one. good view of the television, but also near the front door, allowing him to hear every squeak of the floor board or jingle of keys at the front door. if she thought she was being subtle, she wasn't. he'd agreed to let her go out if she came back by curfew. he had thought he'd be reasonable, treat her to a night with her friends because she had behaved lately. that had clearly been a mistake, as eleven pm had come and gone. he could have predicted this, really, give the girl an inch and she'll take a mile but was it so wrong that he wanted to have some faith in his girl? apparently so.

he lifted the remote, lowering the volume of the sitcom that was blaring in the background, eyes not leaving her, scanning the outfit that she had insisted on wearing, as his fingers remained curled tightly around his whiskey glass.

"don't ignore me, young lady."

[storiesofthenight]

Open to: anyone in the red keep (set right after Storm's End.)

Aemond felt as if he were in a haze. He had somehow made it back home, but he could hardly recall how he'd done it. He had slid of Vhagar's back almost on autopilot and made his way through the halls of the Red Keep unseeing until he had quite literally bumped into someone.

Startled, he had backed off, needing a moment to realise who it was standing before him. Soaked to the bone, Aemond stared at them, his eye betraying just how shaken he felt as he stood here, dripping all over the floor. "H-" He swallowed, unable to finish his sentence, much less even form a word.

[hearthomed]

A gasp for air, unfocused golden eyes wide and breaths ragged as she shot upright. Hands immediately darted around in search for some sort of weapon - she didn't care what in that moment so long as it was a means for self preservation. Her entire body ached, still bandaged here and there from the events within Charon, within the research facility, the sounds of explosions still ringing in her ears ...

But as her hand found no weapon, only soft sheets ... She froze. There was silence. No screams, no gunshots ... Eyes slowly moved around the dark room, trying to make sense of where she was, what time it was.

And then came the tremors. Despite the aching protest from her body Harin slid from the bed onto the floor, curling into as tight a ball as she could.

You don't belong here. You never did.

[willowswriting]

Muse⇥ Vincent King, 26-32, He/Him, Closeted Bisexual, Trust Fund Baby/Heir to Kings Fashion House. Connection ⇥ Friends, Flirtationship, Fling. Anything really. Plot ⇥ Vincent is fucked up at a party and thinks that his twin sister has sent your muse to reign him in. Open To ⇥ m/f/nb

“Listen if Vivi sent you to spoil my fun than I don’t want to hear it!” Vincent shouted over the thump of the base. He continued to dance to whatever song was currently playing, completely off beat. He took a swig of his beer despite the cigarette hanging from between his lips.

[clochanamarch]

she slides the tiny scrap of paper across the table, a pleased grin on her face that gets swallowed with a press of lips that doesn't really obscure it so well as she'd like. it feels silly to be so proud of it. to feel as proud of this little bit of paper as she does of her own children. but she does. because on that piece of paper, is aisling's name.

and she wrote it all by herself.

OPEN STARTER. / aisling is illiterate, we know this, but the idea of her just spending months on this simple thing that we all take for granted?? yeah it's making me cry what about it--

[domestxcas]

—✦ open!

✦ setting: department of afterlife affairs, collections office, mission lobby. ✦ timeframe: quoth the raven. ✦ content warnings: references to anxiety.

FEATHERS   WHIP   UP   IN   A   FRENZY.   a   day-to-day   occurrence   for   many,   made   most   peculiar   by   the   sheer   frequency   and   volume,   bridging   the   gap   from   the   mundane   to   the   extreme   in   the   always   industrious   sector   of   the   department   of   afterlife   affairs.   maira   — pigeon   —   spits   out   fine   down   from   her   pursed   lips.   she   should   un-mind   the   limitless   line   snaking   around   and   around   the   collections   offices'   mission   lobby,   as   counting   the   heads   of   the   potential   contenders   in   the   hunt   will   most   likely   trigger   another   fit   of   labored,   exhausted   breaths,   and   she   doesn't   delight   in   inhaling   another   grymm's   filoplumes   ...

...   but   her   lungs   seize   up   in   panic   when   the   letter   plummets   from   her   sweat-slippery   fingers,   and   slides   a   good   distance   away   from   the   line.   there   is   no   grace   for   maira,   as   eyes   around   her   orbit   to   her   invitation   on   the   ground,   fluttering   and   threatening   to   depart   with   an   updraft,   to   her   creased   and   tormented   face.   the   woman   wrings   her   hands   and   after   a   spine-curving   sigh   to   the   ground,   quickly   paces   to   the   envelope,   snatches   it   up,   and   turns—

—to   see   her   spot   swallowed   up   by   the   tide   of   bodies.   color   drains   from   her   face,   the   only   tint   a   rouge   on   her   cheeks   painted by   surefire   embarrassment.   her   wings,   drab   gray   and   banded,   shackled   at   the   ends,   appear   hang   heavier   on   the   woman's   poor   back.   after   some   fretting   of   her   lips,   the   berry-rose   lipstick   smearing   on   her   teeth   during   the   fit,   maira   takes   a   plain   step   forward,   a   little   clack   on   her   heel,   a   weak   introduction   to   what   follows.

“   ᵉʳᵐ,   hello...   i   don't   know   if   you   saw,   but   i   was   in   line   ʲᵘˢᵗ   ᵃ   ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ   while   ago…   in   front   of   you,   ᶦ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ,   and   if   you   could   see   it   in,   ᵉʳᵐ,   ᵗʰᵉ   ᵏᶦⁿᵈⁿᵉˢˢ   ᵒᶠ   ʸᵒᵘʳ   ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ,   ᶜ-ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ   ʸᵒᵘ…   may   i   step   back   ᶦⁿ?   ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ?   ”

[frznkingdom]

It was cold. Very cold.

The little girl only shivered, curled up against the wall as tears slowly streamed down her face. Everyone she came across turned her away upon seeing her tail. She was so tired.

And she couldn’t go back home.

As she heard footsteps approaching, she curled up tighter and shut her eyes, whimpering softly out of fear.

[oncforallxbroccoli]

"There was a point in my life when my dreams didn't seem possible." Izuku said, smiling softly.

[autonomousxselves]

Someone- or something- has left an ouija board in the middle of this table. Does anyone here even own one of these? A small wooden piece with a chibified skull drawn on begins to move across the board all on its own- though its spelling is...not the best.

"H-E-L-O-?-:)"

[libraryofdesire]

🌻 open to: females and males. 🌻connection: friend, partner of a sibling, step-sibling, parent of a friend, friend of his parents/siblings, stranger. 🌻 muse: henry adams. 23-27. submissive. bi-curious. dvd rental store employee. inexperienced. awkward & quiet.

henry's fingers pressed against the old keyboard, clacking sounds echoing out and filling the fairly quiet store, just the quiet hum of a tv in the corner. it was late, most people weren't coming for movies at this time of day on a wednesday.

his search came up with zero results, just as predicted. he'd warned them that they didn't have the movie here but at their insistence had searched it in the records. henry wasn't quite sure if they were doing it to embarrass him or because they really did think that he was lying about the store not having an adult section, but his cheeks felt very warm.

"we don't have that one." henry glanced up from the screen, eyes meeting theirs across the counter top. "we aren't really going to have anything like that here. i can give you any land before time movie or any fast and furious movie, but if movies have, uh, multiple nudity scenes, we don't have it." he tugged at the collar of his polo shirt, giving them a shrug.

"can i maybe get you somethin' else?"

[storiesofthenight]

Verse: Fallen; Aemond was taken prisoner after failing to take Harrenhal. Open to: anyone in team black.

Time was a blur when you spend it in a cell. Aemond had come to that conclusion in the last … well, he really had no idea how many days it had been actually. He sat on the floor, staring at the stone walls around him, or he slept. During his waking hours, he found himselfwondering just how long they’d keep him there before bringing him out to face death. Because he had no illusions about this. The moment he had crawled himself out of the lake, Aemond had known things were going to turn sour for him.

Somehow he’d hoped his own men would find him, they’d take him to safety and they would try again la- … No, they couldn’t try again later. Vhagar … He’d looked back at the lake, knowing his dragon was down there somewhere, under the surface of the lake that seemed so deceptively motionless. It had swallowed her up and it was a small miracle that he hadn’t been dragged along. But then again, he had fought so hard that his muscles and lungs had burned with the need of oxygen before he’d finally reached the shore.

Now, stuck in this cell, he knew it’d been foolish to think his own men would be the first upon him. Of course with his luck it’d been the enemy, the blacks. What had surprised him was that instead of simply executing him right there and then, he’d been taken back and put into a cell to wait for judgement. Judgement … as if it could be anything but death for someone like him? After all, they looked at him and saw nothing but a traitor, a kinslayer, … a monster.

Sighing, he closed his eye, and pulled his knees up against his chest. One thing he knew for sure ... when they came for him, he wasn't going to go down easily. He did not intend to simply kneel or roll over or whatever they wanted of him. He would fight, he would take as many with him as he could. And yes, they'd taken his sword and he was weakened by lack of moving around and eating properly, but he didn't care. He would give them hell, even if just for killing Vhagar ... a pain he still couldn't quite allow himself to linger on, not while he was there at least, in the hands of the enemy.

[ofblxxdywitcher]

starter : opened || post chapter i : not thy destruction but thy rebirth

♤•°  ━━ Rhodes was quick to realize that after what happened, he felt like something had changed, something was different. He still felt like himself but slower and after avoiding going to a mage physician, the witcher had no choice but to go and that was where he was returning from now. Luckily everything was fine but his magical abilities, the little he believed he had, was low and he needed time to process. Lost in thought as he walked, he bumped into someone not realizing before turning quickly to help them out. "Sorry I didn't see you there, are you alright?"

[monmuses]

    A low growl. His robotic joints were crunching against each other, keeping their rusty forms stiffened and stabbing into his sides and his throat. Oh, the mortal pain as such an eerie reminder, but he had something else to look forward to.

    He could hear another one. A feeble body, rotting slowly. Their footsteps dragged against the floor as he slowly brought his own to one solid thud. He was awake.

    " ... I can hear you," he snarled. "Don't keep me waiting."

[willowswriting]

Muse⇥ Lucian Scott, 33-40, He/Him, Heterosexual, Handyman / Mechanic & Rim Reapers MC Member Connection ⇥  Stranger, 'Fling, Crow Eater', MC doctor, Another Members Old Lady. Anything Really Plot ⇥ Lucian spots your muse outside of the clubhouse late at night and doesn't feel right letting you walk home. There's some pretty sketchy people out this late after all. Your muse can either know about the club or not that's up to you just let me know in the tags! Open To ⇥ f

"I'm not saying that you don't look like you can handle yourself darling it's just that monsters usually start hanging around this time of night" Lucian spoke as he threw his burnt down cigarette onto the sidewalk "I'm just saying I'd feel a hell of a lot more comfortable if you'd let me give you a ride to wherever you're going." He added, shifting his weight on his bike.

[rhalgrsrightfist]

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