#CHAT.

[alienfreak124]

german boy yearning………………………….

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Guys I don't think you understand.

I need more characters from Obi headcanons that aren't gator boys.

I need more characters from Obi fics that aren't gator boys.

I need more characters from Obi ANYTHING that aren't gator boys.

Now, dont get me wrong. I fucking love the series. But I need to see his other characters in the Obsidian lantern tag. They all deserve as much attention as gator boys do.

This is a sign to start dropping your headcanons and tagging me in them.

[sersir]

GUYS OH MY GOD GUYS CHAT GUYS

[fishtanyl]

Marjorine version of Victor Chaos!!!

this sucks im so sorry

[anomaly-vee]

woag… OUAW ask blogs…

the urge to make a kremy lecroux ask blog but the fear of mischaracterizing him….

[mxtal-up-ur-ass]

CHAT I NEED HIM.

[scrollonso]

STROLLONSTEBAN POINTSSSSS

[tkachunk]

Instagram doesn't tell people when you screenshot their story if thata what you're worried about !

wait is this true???

[malwarechips]

chat

[samxbradford]

closed starter for: @calxwallace location: outside high pulse

"Long time, no see. I started missing you already." The cold air chilled his skin and painted cheeks a rosy hue. For a summer night, it was exceptionally brisk and Sam could not shake the longing for warmth. Exchange the gaze of the stars he was subjected to for the flashing lights. Neon illumination and beats he still felt vibrating underneath his skin. Muffled music advanced from the club, was audible out on the streets with only few souls lingering on in between the shadows. He knew her - Calliope. Her name resounded from the walls of his mind as he approached and he remembered those times they'd met before. Remembered the talks and the glances stolen when she moved on the dancefloor and he'd lie if he denied intrigue. A slow smile perched on his lips as his arm was outstretched, a packet of cigarettes as an innocent offering, even though he, on second thought, questioned her stance toward nicotine. "You want one?"

[iddybittysnail]

How's prison?

I DESPISE IT.

[harlowhanlon]

closed starter for: @summercassidy

S.O.S.

The text had consisted of three letters and yet, Harlow's mind had gone into overdrive. Now, as she sat perched at a table in a shadowy nook, far from where prying eyes would spot her too easily, her fingers were restless. She busied herself tapping the rhythm of a quiet song against the wooden table's surface. A somber melody that had been playing inside her mind all day. Mild worry, some semblance of genuine concern was written atop her features as she waited for her cousin's arrival. The place was forlorn in the dark hours of a slow winter day and Harlow glanced down at her phone, briefly, just as the door swung open. Bright eyes of cerulean hue darted upwards in an instant. Hoisting her body from the chair, Harlow moved forward, pulling her cousin into a hug. "So," she began. "What kind of emergency are we talking here?"

[sashaxjones]

closed event starter for: @millieswagner

Music filled the air after the sun had bid its goodbye and the late evening engulfed the cloudless sky in hues of dark blue. Stars were littered across the firmament and Sasha listened to the sounds of a guitar and a singing voice so lovely she could not help to bring herself to focus on anything beyond this moment. "Quite lovely, isn't it?" She spoke, her voice rare in its softness, unusually somber. "I never knew Kismet Harbor had such talented musicians."

[franciscofontenelle]

closed event starter for: @diegoocastro

He should not have left the house. No, Francisco should have stayed in the comfort of his home, where no one would turn out to be an irksome bother to his very fragile nerves. Agitation would not magically dissipate the very moment the sun was shining and peoples' smiles were genuine. And perhaps a little tipsy. A sigh emitted as he let his eyes wander around the scene. Food Trucks and laughter and contentment and everything else that reminded him of what he was missing - lightheartedness. "Hey, you wanna cheer me up?" Cisco spoke, glancing toward Diego.

[alaricfarrow]

closed event starter for: @joanxwagner

Face painting. Alaric's smile was quiet, not calling for any attention to declare its presence. It sat there, atop his content features. Silently and genuinely, as he was left to wonder, if his parents had ever let him live as freely as she let her children. Henri, Lynn and Ariana had always been dear to him and the presence of an incredible sense of pride was not to be denied, whenever they called for uncle Ric. He craned his head, as he observed Lynn in the chair some feet ahead. "Don't take this the wrong way but," he began, his voice quiet enough to not be heard by anyone but Joanna and he slowly turned his gaze toward her, "is this supposed to be a butterfly?"

[ask-steven-stevenson]

(immediately starts assaulting the animatronics with a actual god damn great sword after setting the thermostat to -18 Celsius which was after I set fire to 3 different tables)

ANARCHY!

(after cutting chica and bonnie in half I shoot a canon at Freddy)

“HOW DID YOU GET A SWORD?! WHERE DID YOU GET A CANON?? DO YOU WANT SOMETHING? DO YOU NEED SOMETHING? WHATEVER IT IS. TELL ME, MY BUSINESS DIDN’T DESERVE THIS.”