#openstarters

[mischiefandnightmares]

David (Open Starter)

A soft raspy chuckle came from the darkness, "What's a tasty little thing like you doing out here so late?" David snickered. The Vampire took a small step out from under the shadow of the boardwalk, flashing the stranger a dangerous grin. "The boardwalk isn't exactly the safest place after dark." he said in a teasing tone. The creature could hardly help himself, he loved to toy with his prey.

[speedyspectra]

*knock knock knock*

“Good evening! I have a package here for… ‘the resident at this address’… apparently… The uh… the sender didn’t specify who exactly to give it to, but I guess that’s none of my business. Can you sign here for me, please?”

[welcometothevale]

Open Starter

She was taking a quick break from her booth for a much needed glass of water and few hits from her vape. Lillian's hair was damp with sweat. The azure blue waves ended just under her chin—curtain bands partly stuck to her forehead. It was already hot as hell in the club, and she wasn't one to just stand all corpse-like at the booth. She considered DJing at the club her exercise. No need to soulcycle when you're losing yourself in music.

After finishing one glass of water, forgoing a straw completely to drink faster, she asked for another. Lillian could feel someone looking at her and found the culprit to be sitting next to her. "What? Something on my face?" She asked. While her tone was thick with sarcasm, it wasn't unkind. On her face was a smile. But, one would need to have a loose definition of the word smile to consider the minute quirk of the left side of her mouth one.

[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.

[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.

[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

[mischiefandnightmares]

A New Opera - Phantom of the Opera (Open Starter)

Eric placed the bound pages on to the mangers' desk. They would find his new Opera first thing in the morning. That is if they were not hungover from partying all night with the understudies and dancers. Unprofessional. They were both idiots. Hopeful, they were smart enough to comply with his demands. After all, this Opera House should be run by someone like him, who loved the Arts. Not a pair of fools who only thought about money and their rank in society.

He had left a list with who he wished to be cast. And a letter with the consequences if they did not follow his instructions.

The Phantom swiftly walked out of the office. Moving towards one of the hidden passages near the stage. So he could slip silently back to his lair. As he moved through the shadows, he heard footsteps near by. Some one was here.

[speedyspectra]

Wind roared past her ears as Spectra tore through the air. Fear urged her forward and instinct kept her dodging between buildings until the towers disappeared behind her. Her wings were sore and tired as they carried her away from the city, though that wasn’t her main concern at the moment. Warm, black blood oozed along her skin, staining her bright yellow uniform.

Fucking gunshots. She should never have been so careless. Though, there was little use worrying over all that now.

Her wings were starting to give out, whether from exhaustion or blood loss she couldn’t be sure, but she conjured enough strength to at least glide to a rooftop. Her landing was rough, crashing, tripping and crumpling onto the roof with a thud. Her breaths were labored and heavy. She hadn’t had to fly that hard or that fast in years. Her wings felt almost numb as they hung limply on either side of her. Blood pooled slowly beneath her body, not enough to be life threatening yet, but enough to be concerning. She needed to move. She needed to get down the stairs and ask whoever lived or worked here if she could use their phone.

But she was so tired.

And it felt so nice to just rest for a moment.

Just… a moment…

———

[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  ?  "

[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. "