#openstart

[jawbrkrs]

open: f 25+ plot: micah is the ceo of a huge tech company , and has given the rest of the staff the week off . but he's a lonely workaholic so here he is in office , instead of down at the company holiday party himself .

"  It's  new  years  eve  ,  I  gave  everyone  the  week  off  .  shouldn't  you  be  getting  ready  for  the  party  ?  "

[daphxharlow]

Location: Delwyn's Dish Up Status: OPEN "Ya'll come back now, ya'hear."

A faux giggle fled the blonde, her jaw tensing as she pivoted from a booth packed with chortling neanderthals. Pale features twist in unmistakable revulsion. "Fucking assholes…" The words are spat viciously through clenched ivory. The night shift was really starting to work her nerves. Sure, the clientele was far less demanding than the day dwellers, but it was a normal occurrence for the blonde to have to deal with drunkards.

I'm too sober for this shit.

"Awe, come on, darling!" Where you off to?" The mocking tone of her accent trailed after the retreating waitress, her sights set on some sort of salvation. Spotting a lone straggler, Daphne took it upon herself to slide into the vacant vinyl across from them. The kiss of the diners' lights cast shadows via the windows, leaving her in a haunting neon glow.

"Look, you ain't gotta talk to me. But if those jerks ask me to say that stupid line one more time-" Under the shelter of the aged tabletop, digits curl into her palms, fists rubbing against the thighs of her uniform. "I'll use my discount on whatever you order.

[ashenlord-stitcherjim]

Turning towards the sandy shoreline which had been charred beneath the heat of the volcanic eruptions, the ashen lord’s snarls echoed throughout the eerily quiet fortress whilst the chunk of brimstone he’d created shimmered brightly beneath the sunlight.

“If Someone’s There, It’ll Be A Good Idea To Come Out And Surrender!”, Stitcher Jim warned.

It’d be wise to listen, the ashen lord had always been quick to notice the flickering of swift movement alongside the shadows that looked slightly different as a pirate and he’d be no different now that he’d been reduced to skeletal remains, despite the fact that he’s still been getting used to the skull that replaced his own.

[emberwexley]

Where: The W When: 8 pm Who: Open

"Oh we have to so shots!" Giving a bright little whoop and a shimmy on her heels, Ember was practically glowing from the inside out and she could feel it. It was like stepping back into her old self like an old outfit, the music, the vibes, the drinks... it'd been so long since she'd been to a party, that even if she'd thrown it herself, she was so excited for it. "I even have a date, isn't that awesome?!"

[sweetlikewhiskey]

open to everyone.

muse -  aston graham. twenty-five years old. bisexual. trust fund kid.

as they started up the engine, joy light up their face as aston looked up at their companion who was still standing on the jetty. "oh, come on, this will be fun." they looked around, checking to make sure they weren't being watched by someone who knew that this wasn't either of their boats. "they won't know it's gone. we will bring it back before they know it's gone. imagine the fun with could have in the open water for a few hours."

[ash-blythee]

setting: outside of motel, day status: open

The Cliffsides Motel has been more than just a dingy place to stay for years now - ever since Ashwin had happened into a job there. The werewolf's spent his time and energy trying to make the place cleaner, more comfortable... and maybe he's let a few people stay without charge. Those on the run, those bitten by wolves who have nowhere to go. It's still a rundown place, but now there's a front porch at the sign in building. A spot Ash likes to sit with a newspaper or a book.

...With his four corgis, of course. All asleep on the wooden patio, enjoying the sun. "Ch...checking... in? Or... here to... talk?" Because many come by just to talk. Or pet the dogs. Or sit somewhere in silence for a while. Ash is good at that. In a place like this, sometimes that's better.

[regulus-regent]

He's relaxing don't bother him. Bother him.

[eternalxstars]

open starter - sofia flores, spymaster of the spring court

the eerie colors of the dusk court’s skies made the perfect backdrop for a halloween celebration. it was not a holiday close to heart back in the spring court, but sofia had to admit that the darkness of the celebration was quite enticing. any celebration which involved costumes and masks was an opportunity to hide behind an alter persona and discover secrets that the celebratory drinks might reveal. the darkness of the dusky skies provided enough opportunities to hide in the shadows and limit her visibility when hiding was not an option.

she stepped into the gardens of the palace, doing her utmost to withhold a scoff at the thought of how bland they looked compared to the spring court’s. the thought of home brought back a wave of desperation. she was not one to feel homesick but the uncertainties and unexpected events made her long to be back in their court. the candle that she held in her hands was meant to be lit in celebration, yet a part of her hoped that the mother would mistake it for an offering to restore the world back to how it was meant to be. there was a bank of information she had to discover in this new court, one she never even imagined she would ever have to, and with so many people around it was always challenging to filter real information from mere gossip.

she stepped forward in the dim light of the twinkling fairy lights, unlit candle held between her lithe fingers, and reached out to tilt the candle over to another burning one’s wick. it seemed like someone had the same idea as her, as they both aimed for the same candle at the same time. “ pardon me. go ahead, i will light mine up after you.”

@ofcourtfablesarchive

[lunethria]

The moon hung low tonight, not in brilliance, but in weight — a silver scar carved into the dark, distant and cold, as if it mourned something it could never touch. Isa stood beneath it with his hands buried deep into the pockets of his coat, the stillness of the night brushing against him like half-remembered promises.

[sintva]

﹙ ♡ ﹠.﹚open to all!

" all you had to do was say something instead of causing a scene in front of my date! just admit that you are jealous. "

[msaoibhinn]

EVENT: SPRING FLING - OPEN TO ALL

"Oh my gooood, this is going to be excruciating!" Aoibhinn fussed, dramatically coddling a porcelain cat that was probably crafted in the 50s. "How am I supposed to leave this poor old dear behind? Oh, and look at those perfect frog salt and pepper shakers!" She gasped, almost dropping the cat. "God I don't need any of this stuff.. but like how does a person walk away from niche animal brick-a-brack? Im too weak-- save me!"

[jawbrkrs]

open: f/m/nb plot: skye see's your muse making out with someone else at a party after they had a night together . she doesn't usually care , but she's been friends with your muse for a while .

"  no  its  cool  —  we  slept  together  once  ...  not  a  big  deal  .  that's  just  the  way  you  operate  right  ?  "

[eorl-melian]

Open starter 4/4

Melian rolou na cama e bufou mais uma vez, seria o torso dolorido e a falta de ar, mas se recusava a permanecer quieta demais. Todos aqueles cuidados, mão encima de si, pessoas perguntando e lhe parabenizando era irritante. Todas aquelas enfermeiras e remédios, Melian queria sair correndo do local. Queria liberdade, queria ir para o treinamento e especialmente queria ver Ferja... Um sentimento de desespero a dominava toda vez que pensava em sua companheira dragão. Ferja, sozinha em seu ninho, sem sua visita... Melian pensou várias vezes em como sairia daquele local, mas aparentemente estava machucada demais para não ser vigiada. Seu maior problema era seu olho, era irritante trombar a mão em tudo até mesmo para pegar um copo de água. Se sentia uma inútil completa deitada na cama. Seu humor em nada melhorava ao saber que não poderia ingerir qualquer dose de álcool. Aquilo era um hospital ou um campo de tortura? Nem mesmo os presentes caros que recebeu da família de Zara lhe animaram. Melian ouviu o barilho da porta e apenas bufou. "A menos que não tenha trago álcool ou drogas escondido não estou interessada!"

[tiredoftomorr0w]

open to: females plot: your muse and my muse have never done anything before but clearly they want to. your muse asks to see my muse's cock. connection: step/sibling, best friend, cousin, neighbor, family friend. taboo welcome! feel free to message me to plot! happy to use a different muse.

"I'm not sure why you wanna see it so bad.." He chuckled softly, cheeks blushing a bright red. "I mean, I trust you. So if you really wanna see, I'll show you. But it would make me feel a lot better if you showed me yours, too."

[camixxlopez]

open starter: plot drop #001 location: n/a @inaducursehqstarters

"Did you hear what I said? People are missing. Grabbed in the middle of the night and taken to god knows where. I'll be damned if I let someone take me out that way." Camilla spoke flipping through the news on her phone. "First all these random people starting show up in town, now this? What's next the seven deadly sins?" she joked unaware of the supernatural around her.

[sweetlikewhiskey]

open to everyone.

muse -  brandisha gibbs. thirty-five years old. pansexual. hairstylist.

"stop your bitching. i don't like this as much as you do." brandisha took a bite of the burger she had picked up at their first rest stop as she glanced at her ex before focusing back on the road. "i would rather act like i don't hate your guts for one weekend then have to face the disappointed look on my mamma's face when i tell her that we've broken up." she knew that she would have to tell her mother eventually but doing it on the weekend of her brother's wedding was not ideal so they would just have play pretend for now.