#openstarter

[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  ?  "

[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?!"

[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.

[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.”

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[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.

[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!"

[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."

[coverdmouths]

open to : anyone (f for romantic) 30+ plot: your muse just watched their love one d*e at the hands of the infected , while they were out scavenging for supplies . there's more circling in on them but your muse doesn't want to leave them behind .

" 𝚑𝚎𝚢  !  𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗  ,  I  know  you  don't  want  to  leave  em'  but  we  got  to  get  the  hell  out  of  here  ! "

[theangellies]

Aviel looks down at his ringed fingers, wiggling them as if debating if each one is on the right digit. Sips his cold brew, then:

"Is it rude to not wear the ring my student made and gifted to me? Well truthfully, it was made out of three pieces of macaroni and some Elmers. Feel like it should be preserved somewhere safe. Perhaps mounted and framed, hung in the MET... not worn on my pesky little hand."

A laugh. "I dunno, would macaroni look good on 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  ?  "

[lilacxrosesx]

open to: f - please disregard my muse page and rules as they are both very old! any questions le me know. plot: my boy phoenix is your characters friend/fwb/frenemy and he's pointed out her boyfriend is a dick, and now he's done something to prove that. not to mention he has feelings for her but he won't openly admit it. "i don't know what you want me to say.." his expression was soft, and somehow he managed to keep his calm through the conversation. "i take no pride in being right, i never wanted you to get hurt by him."

[val-dautremer]

"Oh no, no that was not a good smell. No." Val darted away as quickly as she could from a passing food tray and found an open window. She felt someone stop next to her. "Please tell me that made you sick too. I don't want to be the weak one here."

[nekoadorationrp]

Hideaki was setting up the adoption event he had planned, several kittens bouncing and ready to be in the playpen together. His elderly cat sat beside him wearing a harness though he hardly needed it, being as old as he was. Hide was wearing a soft sweater, the dark grey complimenting his eyes and skin beautifully covered in geometric tattoos. He smiled at a few people that were watching curiously as he let a carrier of kittens out into the large sturdy playpen. "I'll be fully set up soon- If you see a kitten you like feel free to come closer and interact. These babies are all ready for adoption," he greeted warmly with a smile, as some of the kittens tackled each other, obviously wound up from the car ride.

By the time all the playpens were set up, a small crowd had gathered and he leaned back petting the white senior cat who purred contently beside him, blue eyes trained on the crowd.

[val--dupont]

STATUS: Open LOCATION: Infamy

Val rarely stands still. The witch is always shifting to some imaginary rhythm, a slight sway to the way they walk and an air to them as if there's music playing in their head. And maybe there is, after so many years of life, with the sheer force of magic thrumming through their veins to keep them here... perhaps one thing that keeps them alive is music.

And as such, a club is their reprieve. A boozy cosmopolitan in one hand, a long flowy hunter green dress and pendants off a long pale neck perfectly twirling with the beat. Messy curls and pale, milky blue eyes - unfocused, unseeing, as they get a good sip out of their drink. "Alright, lovey - where's the hottest person here, what d'they look like... and how likely am I t'score their number?"