#mason starter

[ecmotions]

@imperfectox​ liked for a close starter Based on: THIS

Being at this party was the last place he thought he would be that night, but after the other said that they couldn’t hang out he decided why not? So, it was no doubt as to why Mason was already pretty drunk. It really didn’t take him long to do so whenever he wasn’t in that great of a mood. He had been dancing with some stranger all night and now he was allowing them to drag him upstairs. Mason followed and as the two of them made it up the stairs, the last thing he had expected was to see the stranger laying on the ground. “What the hell?” Mason questioned as he glanced over at the other who had interfered with his night.

[somnimagus]

-blonde horror protagonist's abrupt and incorrect assumptions about blonde people

[id in alt]

[miralyk]

sometimes tracing studies to figure out peoples' likeness (to later exaggerate/stylize) are. so tricky to figure out,, 2d animation character model sheets and construction guides save me,,,,

[marisola]

open to m/f/nb

“    you  don't  have  to  leave  just  yet  .  .  .  you  could  stay  the  night  if  you  wanted  to  .  ”

[wovetalesarc]

dear reader ,    you    know    the    drill    !    like    this    post    if    you'd    be    alright    with    plotting    ,    yelling    about    our    muses   together    ,    creating    cool    dynamics    ,    sending    each    other    sweet    memes    &    maybe    the    occasional    surprise    starter    or    two    !    let    me    know    which    characters    you    want   to    interact    with    in    a    comment    below if you have specific ones you'd like. if you are a multi as well , you can comment which muses of yours you think would vibe best with my muses if you'd like !    looking   forward   to   all   the   cool   interactions   ,   both   old   &   new   ! with all due respect . . . 💜

[crextiveoutlet]

Autumn? How?

When Mason's name was called, he sat up and grinned, knowing what house he'd end up in... or so he thought. The book started to glow red. Red? It should be glowing blue. Why is it glowing red? He glanced toward his mother, Mim, briefly seeing the confusion on her face as well.

The images started to appear. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Mason working on his product and selling it to people. Him being mischievous with his family. It didn't become unusual until the last image. A girl with fiery red hair stood with her back towards him. Slowly, the image started to fade with the girl never revealing her face.

What did that mean? Was his future undetermined because of this girl? If so, how?

He had a lot of questions and no answers. But for now, he chose to ignore it and worry about it later. Today was for celebrating. He downed his glass and looked around to find someone beautiful to talk with. He walked up to someone and tapped their shoulder.

"Hello, gorgeous. How's your day going?

[luvcrs]

open to: anyone ! plot: linked in source !

as mason opened his eyes, the sun blared through the curtains rather abrasively. it took him a minute to adjust to his surroundings and he let out a groan, head pounding. what the hell had happened? why wasn't he in his own bed? and why wasn't he wearing any clothes? stretching his neck, he immediately took notice of who was next to him and it finally clued in. he was in bed with his best friend "fuck." mason breathed right as they began to stir next to him. "uh. morning." he swallowed heavily.

[cocained]

open  to:  f/m/nb muse: mason de graeff (hockey player) suggested  plot:  enemies to lovers, exes, anything or angsty tbh! format:  gif  icons  or  medium  gifs  (made  with  beta)

"do  you  think  i  give  a  shit  about  you?"  the  sound  of  his  scoff  made  it  even  more  obvious  that  mason  was  clearly  humoured  by  even  the  idea  as  his grey  hues  stared  at  the  other  ice  cold.  "—  are  you  drunk  already?  'cuz  that's  fuckin'  ridiculous."

[stalkist]

open to: females. plot: inspired by the source. connection: girlfriend, ex, relative ( full / half / step ), mother of his child/ren, and anything else welcome. please don't like this starter.

“ did you like that ? ” fingers clenched around her wrist, dragging leading her down the dark side street away from the drunken bustle of the club. with the music still pounding in his ears, manhandles her against the grubby brick wall, browns bearing down on the smaller. “ every man in there staring at you ? ”

[fadedstarsfms]

Open starter @chqstarter Location: idk any restaurant your choice

Charlie had a bad habit of getting bored if things weren't interesting. And when she got bored she tended to start thinking of trouble to make things exciting. Which was why she was sitting at the restaurant table, gears visibly turning in her head. "This place is too boring. You can see it in the waitresses faces how mundane it all is." She sighed as she slipped a french fry into her mouth. "Do you want to pretend to get engaged to get a free meal? Bonus points if I turn you down and make a scene."

[angelvings]

status     :     open     . muse     :     mason     walters     .     open     for     :     anyone     !

« what     is     this     between     us     ?     you     say     we're     nothing     more     than     friends     ,     but     i     don't     think     friends     should look     at     each     other     like     that     . »

[emilmoreno]

@mascncollins Location: Everything Goes Today the shop was bustling, the summer months brought fresh faces swarming to the beach and his favorite local place for coffee was a buzz of idle chatter. Once he'd turned away from his playful casual banter with the barista, coffee and magazine in hand, Emil observed his surroundings. Skeptical at first that he'd be able to find a spot to slip into. Relief was present on his features a beat later, finding a chair open in the crowd opposite of a familiar face. "Hey man," Emil greeted with a broad smile as he stopped in his tracks to linger by the other's table. He gestured with his sports magazine towards the seat that was Mason's opposite, "Mind a little company? Promise I can be quiet as a church mouse if needed." A hint of a chuckle laced his tone.

[detectivegoldstein]

While Eli was out, James decided to do a little test run of the crutches. He wasn't supposed to use them for another week, but fuck was he bored. As a surprise to no one but him, he didn't make it far. James lay on the grass in front of the house, trying to catch his breath at how much exertion it took to even make it to this point. Fuck this sucked. Hearing someone's voice, he lifted his head to see who it was. Maybe they could help him back inside so Eli didn't have to know his shame. "Huh?"

@endlessreruns

[wovetalesarc]

alright   ,   i   have   added   lydia   deetz   of   b.eetlejuice   &   the   creature   from   l.isa   frankenstein   (   tho   i'm   using   j.onah   hauer-king   instead   of   coleslaw   )   to   testing.   i   ate   ,   i   had   tea   i'm   ready   to   fill   this   queue   !

[caeruleums]

open to: any (if cis women, sub in it being a str*p) plot: willow follows a 'masked killer' outside during a halloween party, assuming she knows the person. whether or not it's a real killer, someone she knows, or just someone in a costume is up to you. suggested connections: partner's best friend, sibling's best friend, ex, complete stranger, her stalker, someone she knows, or whatever you can think of. no step/inc*st tho pls.

it was classic willow, being dressed as a white bunny with barely anything on but a white body suit, cute make up, and bunny ears. but she went to these costume parties to find the scariest looking person and fulfil fantasies that can only be filled on halloween. she had her eyes on them, too. tall, all black, face covered by a mask. anonymous or not, she was convinced she had known them. and it seemed like they had gestured out towards the door, because as they began to leave, willow followed out into the dark of the night, secluded behind the trees as the bass pumped through the house only a few feet away. “you know, these things are always such a turn on… like, that fake weapon of yours? totally sexy. am i a freak for that?” she knew she was, but she thought it was warranted for one night. she pushed them up against one of the trees, sliding onto her knees, looking up at them. “so scary,” she teased, mock-horror and wide eyes looking up at the masked figure. “please don’t hurt me… i promise i’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

[cocained]

open  to:  m/f/nb muse: mason de graeff, 24, hockey player plot: exes, situationship gone wrong, etc.

"you know i had to leave."