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[fauxfinale]

' anyone else get a weird vibe about patrick ? i don't understand him . '

[cursedvessels]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ open to ALL !! relationship: strangers/acquaintances perhaps someone with supernatural connections brought as a safe space for shimi's first human encounter plot ·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ Shimi's first contact with a real human being, face-to-face, and breath-to-breath. Although they've been in human minds, heard about humans, seen possession occur, they've never been given their own human form to possess and, therefore, have never gotten to speak to a human, let alone be in the same room as one...take this with a grain of salt if your muse is supernatural in some way, totally fine if they're only part-human or something of the like... <3 As far as I'm concerned he's really only ever been around other jinn, demons, gods, angels, and creatures like that...y/m could be supernaturally connected/know his kin/etc OR if y/m is just a standard human maybe they've sort of stumbled into this situation whether offered some quick cash in a pinch or something else entirely...up to you!!

Silence spread between them. Silence that felt deeper than the greatest canyon. It sunk into the atmosphere, ate away at any noise that tried to penetrate it. It seemed, for a moment, almost so silent that one could hear one's own heartbeat...and perhaps even the heartbeat of another, the blood moving through one's veins, the heavy pressure against one's lungs as the diaphragm expanded and contracted. Eir eyes locked onto the other's, chin resting neatly against their newly acquired limbs as e eyed them from the other side of the glass--a safe distance. But was the safety for eir sake? Or for the other's?

"I've never been this close to a human before," he admitted in a low tone, the only words to break the silence and yet it hardly felt like breaking it at all. It was almost as though their voice simply...melted away into the same silence that had been bringing the other closer to begin with. It drew them in, made them want to get closer. Lavender hues bore holes into the other's head, studying their internal temperatures, their very soul...What made humans tick? They were trying their very best to understand by o b s e r v i n g. The next question that came was likely a little confusing without context, but Shimi was still learning proper communication.

"What's it like?"

[moshebehar]

SETTING ― Latte Love, afternoon ! AVAILABILITY ― Open ! ( Capping at 4 ) !

It was peaceful. That had been Moshe’s initial impression of Blue Harbor when he’d finally taken the plunge that following Nilay halfway across the world had warranted. There was really no telling whether he'd make the decision to leave any time soon― he doubted his perpetual wanderlust would pull him away from Blue Harbor considering the fact that he seemed to find more and more reasons to stay with every passing day. It wasn’t as though he had a deep aversion to packing up and leaving if that was something that needed doing— it was more that his time in the United States had offered him a freedom he’d not yet allowed himself to experience in life and he was all too willing to take advantage of it as long as he possibly could. Freedom that had found him, at that present moment, shifting in a cafe chair outside of Latte Love, grading papers for the most recent assignment he'd given his first year students. 

“Ah, good try, mate,” Moshe found himself murmuring under his breath as he wrote a few detailed comments beneath the final paragraph of the paper in question. He admired the effort his students were willing to put into their work and hoped it was in part due to even the barest hint of respect they’d developed for him since he’d become their teacher. He found himself blinking owlishly at the sight of a phone number scribbled at the end of one of his student’s papers and shook his head firmly as an almost startled laugh erupted from him just loud enough to catch the attention of someone near him. He raised a hand and smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry about that– I hope I didn’t startle you. Perhaps you can help me? What’s a fellow to do to turn a student down incredibly gently when they seem to have a crush on him? I’m really quite concerned I’ll accidentally reduce her to tears or something.”

[warricrprinccss]

↳ @newbornfallsstarter

It was impossible not to let her emotions get the better of her. Elena had been looking at a photo of her and matt from high school, feeling a tear slightly shed down her cheek. It was a mix of sadness but also fear of what was coming next? How was she supposed to save and protect her family now?

[feuerwizard]

Open Starter for all mutuals || Silly drunk Caleb inspired by this video

The potent effects of the many, many ales he had consumed throughout the evening were quite apparent in the deep, rosy flush that spread across Caleb's freckled cheeks, giving him a charmingly disheveled appearance. His ginger hair tousled and unkempt, evidence of a carefree state so unlike his usual brooding demeanor. With each slurred word, his thick accent became even more pronounced, a result of his lowered inhibitions. "You see," he explained passionately for what was likely the third or fourth tangent in the span of an hour, "it is all about the somatic components." His hand gestured wildly as he continued to ramble on, completely enthralled by his own thoughts and theories. "Magic is a lot like cats," Caleb trailed off, losing his line of thought very quickly, perhaps growing a bit distracted simply thinking of cats instead. "I’m… I’m not entirely sure where I was going with that, but it made perfect sense within my head."

[fauxfinale-moved]

class was going by painfully slow ... 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 . of course she'd never actually say that .

instead , the cheerleader mindlessly drums her fuzzy pen on her note book .

[smckesprite]

❝    @anchoragestarters     —     STARTER  DELIVERY     ;     CLOSED ! LOCATION:  LAST  PIN  STANDING    ↯    DATE:  FRIDAY,  JANUARY  12 CAP: 7/5  ( NIKOLAI, SAYLOR, BAMBI, BRYN, ARLO, TOMO, & LEO )

       a visit to the bowling alley after a FUN, EVENTFUL drag show was called for, especially during discount game night! well, maybe not the day of, but certainly the next day. they were likely mixing up the place’s offers, or whatever, but they wanted to have a good time. he invited a few people he knew and didn’t oppose the idea of having random patrons of the bowling alley join in the fun. so addison wasn’t entirely there, but he was present, and that was all that mattered at this point in the evening. “i dunno if anyone else is gonna show up; if you’d like, we can go ahead and start a game of our own, you know. just you and me. what do you say?” if their company wanted to, they could order food for themselves and their party; it was all just assumptions at this time. anything to make the air feel less stuffy and awkward for addison and the other(s). it was rather challenging for them to make friends, let alone keep a conversation going, but they were open-minded with just about anything and anyone, and the other’s presence was, of course, appreciated nonetheless!

[vairuler]

ʰᶦᶦ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ! ♡ ᶠᵃᶦʳ ʷᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᶦ'ˡˡ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉˡʸ take a while ᵃᵈᶠᵍʰʲ

[urbanbat]

like/reply for a starter!

[travelthetrailblaze]

@ask-the-monster-nest is coming home~

"Er...excuse me?" Caelus looked at the two people that appeared in front of him, giving an awkward smile as he waved, "I was wonder if you two might be able to help me? I am looking for two of my friends. One might be reading a book and one...might be taking pictures."

[fauxfinale]

house party /ˈhous ˌpärdē/ ,

an event in which the ' cool kids ' of derry gather and needlessly drink the night away ; no one leaves sober .

preparations had been long complete , her house - free of any adult supervision for the weekend . she'd been a rich girl , marilyn ; living on the same street of the likes of gretta and sally , so needless to say her house was large enough to be the perfect venue .

the venus - graced cheerleader stares at herself in the mirror , a small turn as hazel eyes carefully study and over think her entire outfit . interrupted by the eruption of guests already arriving , it'd been like flood gates ; a chorus of teenagers eagerly awaiting to drink , smoke , dance - just about everything they shouldn't be doing . and marilyn happily greeted each person who came through her doors , already sporting a drink in her left hand .

' you made it ! ' she chirps .

[cursedvessels]

// @gollldrush

Dark grey eyes stared blankly down at the page, their leg bouncing anxiously at their side. One hand held their head up, elbow propped up on the desk, the other tapping impatiently against the wood, a quill propped against their thumb. A shaky exhale. Their body was falling apart. They hadn’t slept since they had arrived home, too worried about keeping Leo safe to actually rest—to even close their eyes. They were slowly working themselves ill, keeping up with the magic that kept the house together and conjuring up whatever they needed—food or otherwise—on a daily basis. Their nerves were shot and they felt like shit, but they couldn’t just stop. Not now. What if someone found them? They couldn’t let their guard down.

However, as a result of their terrible state of mind and body, they’d sort of started to push Leo away. Not on purpose, of course, but they didn’t want her to start to see just how bad it was getting. The tremble in their hands, the dullness of their rough, pale skin, the thinness of their frame, their curls now just limp waves reaching past their chin. Their eyes hadn’t been purple in a while now, all of the life sucked out of them in an attempt at keeping everything going—keeping it perfect. Keeping up a façade of safety. They had no plans beyond this. What were they going to do when they inevitably could keep it up no longer? The panic was eating away at them…which was why they’d holed themselves up in a cramped corner of the study, surrounded by books and warm light, no windows, the only comfort the desk, inkwell, and blank page in front of him. Even Nasir had been left unattended elsewhere in the home, the door shut tight behind when Shimi had disappeared into the oblivion.

Xe starts to chew idly at xyr thumbnail when xe hears the door click open behind xem. Shoulders tense, jumping slightly as xyr head lifts and turns to look. Xe is wearing xyr version of nightclothes or pajamas—a baggy linen shirt, loose-fitting pants, and a long maroon robe decorated with golden and purple accents. The back of the robe drapes behind xem, piling on the floor, the hood left hanging on xyr back. And the moment they lock eyes it would be impossible for Leo to not notice how much xe looked like hell. Still, xe managed to force a smile.

“Hey…Do you need something..?”

[ladyseidr]

@bravevolunteer liked for a starter!

"C'mon, please! If you draw my character for me I'll do your chores for a week!"

[andrearicci]

this is an closed starter.

with @santoroleo

Depois da missão, quando correu da carruagem até a enfermaria carregando um Liam ensanguentado e com o veneno de escorpião correndo pela veia, Andrea não foi muito sensato em simplesmente procurar o carinha no qual vivia um relacionamento e esquecido do terceiro membro da missão que ficou para trás, quando soube do envenenamento de Leonardo, a consciência lhe pesou de tal forma que passou a rondar o rapaz como uma forma de tentar concertar esse erro terrível. Ele queria pedir desculpas, tentar recompensar de alguma forma, mas na verdade, Andrea estava tão constrangido que só tentava ao máximo não dar sinais de que o seu incômodo era aquele, porque tinha vergonha de dizer que, de fato, foi um grande babaca por ter deixado ele pra trás. Soube dele estar sempre ao lado de Verônica, mas preferiu escolher os momentos em que ele estava sozinho, que eram raros a propósito. Quando viu ele na salinha do café, apenas se sentou ao seu lado e esperou por um momento oportuno. "Quer café? Eu posso preparar pra você"

[shrimpella21]

i need someone to roleplay with my werebear SO BAD i stfg i'm feral for him and he has a reference sheet now give me your most fucked up characters and i will love them dearly

[fauxfinale-moved]

a lovely day to spend at the quarry - awfully lonesome , though . her friends on the cheer squad , nor jocks wanted to go .

she idly spins a parasol between her finger tips , excitement tends to finds it's way to her , unfortunately the wait is terribly mundane .