#Open Air (Open starter)

[quentafeanorians]

"He will kill us all... These streets will drown in elf blood and these fountains will spout red. And I... I will drown in these waters," the black haired elf spoke in a changed voice, his fingers half dipped in the fountain water and drawing circles in it.

"That is what is to come... or has it happened already?" He asked as he raised his pale grey eyes upon the other, his gaze as if hazed for a moment longer before he seemed to snap out of the strange state, confusion creasing his brow.

"Be well," he greeted with words and gesture, sat upon the water's edge and trying to regain his composure rather than forefeit his manners.

[venisontransmission]

Where did it go?

Alastor, the radio demon, does not misplace things. Especially important things - what was he, a child? No, he knew how to look after his possessions.

So where is it?

His fur stands on end, anxiety races through his veins like he's hunted prey running through the forest. His spine feels cold but his skin feels hot.

Where is it? Where is it?

His frequency warbles at 417 Hz, hums in and out, and crashes when his thoughts spike.

Do not FUCKING panic.

Where. Is. It.

[deer-radio-demon]

“ Don’t you know it’s dangerous to be outside alone, especially this late at night… Who knows what could happen, you ought to be more careful, hmm? ”

[a-muscle-the-size-of-your-fist]

INTERACT for a starter from CLANCY!

[radioiaci]

He decided, after a drink or two, to keep mostly out of the way. This was not exactly his scene, nor did he feel entirely within his element dressed as he was, but he was not immune to drink and food when it was offered. So he would nurse a cigarette or two as he indulged in that and gave brief, occasional adjustments of the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Though he did keep an eye on Vox as he flitted around, doing who knew what with whoever. Was not interested in playing tug of war for the other overlord's attention, so he would deign to not (he was better than that and above all else, NOT so desperate), instead taking in details here or there as to who else was in attendance. For personal interest. Mind never stopped working, even now.

Advantages and disadvantages.

Not a terrible thing to occupy his time while making attempts to sate his otherwise everlasting hunger.

[queenjudeofthefolk]

@queenjudeofthefolk

Indie semiselective take on Jude Duarte from the Folk of Air trilogy by Holly Black written by literature

icon border by the lovely @slayrph

[mysteriousangels]

34 - ( @storystartsanew )

What a Shame-Leyla Blue

@storystartsanew

"Now it's four in the morning, what am I doing here? I need to fucking leave. I could say more but the only thing that's left to say......" Della mumbled to herself as she rubbed her forehead after drinking all night from the party opening night Circus party.

[the-thread-of-muses]

Venti sneezes into a tissue. . .

Wind roaring behind him for a second or two, causing the Archon to pause and awkwardly laugh.

Oops.

[shadowyspectre]

Oh heavens, that is not how one eats a banana. He knows, he knows. Yet he easily takes it down in one smooth move, snapping most of it off and swallowing it down.

"Mm, pretty good. Got any more?"

[princeoakstolen]

Like, reblog, or comment for a quote or long starter

[friendtotheshadows]

[justareallyboredfangirl]

this is Rtas, he’s missing an antenna and quite possibly some legs and i love him so much

[troublesomemix]

OPEN starter to males ( preferably 30+ and older ) || ft. persephone || based on THIS post and THIS post || ft. beta editor

“ i don't know what else you want from me! i'm completely learning everything from scratch with no history in dancing what-so-ever, but here i am still. let me remind you that i'm trying to save your ass, when all i really wanna do is drop you on it! ” he was so infuriating, repeatedly getting on to her for not having the drop and turn just right, but she was trying. the rapidly growing crush she had wasn't helping matters either. day in and day out, still dancing with him and practicing instead of playing games in the main house. what a summer vacation.

[expvrgction]

Almost every place he visited, there would be some kind of feast taking place. Kahann wondered what people were celebrating to have made plenty of meals that day.

“I saw a lot of roast fowl being served today. What’s the occasion?”

[a-muscle-the-size-of-your-fist]

INTERACT for a MOLDED starter from CLANCY! He can range from full Molded to just Moldy like the Bakers. While he was killed by Lucas, Marguerite did force feed him The Gift.

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: y/m was hired by Raven’s father as her security detail/bodyguard. To the public she is a model, but for her father, a scientist that wants to advance by any means necessary, Raven is used as his spy & infiltrator of his competitors & rival organizations. After one of her missions she’s sneaking back into her room & y/m catches her. hmu if you’d like to plot! for the start of this y/m doesn’t know she’s also secretly a spy xx 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: bodyguard/security detail.

She had been so graceful and silent when Raven had successfully left her room unnoticed and unbothered by the security detail that hung around her father’s mansion. It was usually never a problem, her second life was a well perfected art she kept secret from most people, even her own twin sister. The only person who knew was her father and it was for his purposes that Raven did what she did. Coming back through the window of her bathroom, small though it was, seemed to be a challenge this time around and Raven swore ever so softly under her breath as she slid inside and caught her breath. Wincing slightly as she stood there, one hand on the window sill and the other holding onto her side where she knew she had at least fractured ribs. Like her reentry to her home, Raven’s escape from the place her father had assigned her to infiltrate and steal from had been less than graceful, uncharacteristically so. Fortunately, she got what she needed, leaving three unconscious guards and no evidence she had been there Raven considered it a victory.

That was until the light above in the bathroom illuminated the dark room and startled her. She jumped, hand still gripping the window sill as her eyes shot over to the doorway where the last person she wanted to be caught by stood. “Jesus Christ, you scared me,” she breathed, surprisingly more relieved than she thought she would be, with a casual and unbothered movement Raven closed the window and moved to the sink, looking at herself in the mirror and grimacing only slightly, her one hand still pressed gently to her ribs. “– how about you save me the lecture and we’ll talk about it tomorrow. I want to shower and go to bed.” She said, the usual tone of authority and closed off ness in place as she glanced at the security guard in the mirror, arching a brow before she winced slightly and dropped her gaze to where she moved her hand and pulled her black long sleeve shirt up some to assess what damage might have been caused to her ribs when she’d landed hard after knocking out three guards.