#thread: open starter

[heirceleste]

open + cassidy

cassidy doesn’t remember the last time she felt true fear. the last time she was shaking as she does now, frozen on the spot and unable to look away. absolute carnage lay in front of her, bodies ripped apart in a way that even she deemed gruesome. yet there were no foot steps around, nothing to indicate what creature had done it. either way, cassidy had no interesting in risking coming up against whatever had caused such a scene - and certainly not for the artifact she’d been searching. unable to pull herself fully away, cassidy walked backwards for a few steps until her back hit something.

letting out a yelp, cassidy turned around quickly and readied a ball of fire in her hand. letting it fall when she realized it wasn’t the beast that had done the killing, cassidy let out a sigh of relief. “have you considered not sneaking around? this shit looks like a slasher movie, and i’m ready to get the fuck out of here. not mystery magical bullshit is worth my head being removed from my body. ”

[nomadjones]

dallas 📲 open.

Dallas: Is working every 24 hour shift you're asked to do for nearly six months enough to justify taking a week off? Dallas: Or is a week off in February pointless in itself. @aurorabaystarter

[novaxanomaly]

Father-Son Day || Nikolai/Lucifer || Open Starter

Lucifer, the fallen angel, had started living here, and pretending to be human. Even going as far as giving himself a human name, Nikolai. He had children from multiple mothers all over the world and it wasn't uncommon for one of them to walk into his life and demand attention.

Nikolai lifted his head up to look at his child, "How about we spend some time together, hmm?" He asked, tilting his head to the side just a bit. "We don't do that much, huh?"

[cherrygrxves]

open to f | about jordan | muses are out to eat.

"babe, please don't trip on this waitress - she's just being friendly."

[voidmarkd]

#voidmarkd; an indie, selective and fandomless portrayal of Atlas Fitzgerald, featuring themes as life in a coven, rebirth through death, marked by the void, necromancy, betrayal and abandonment, the blood and the burden, keeper of forgotten graves, [ . . . ] mutuals only. 21+. low activity. eng/ger. ♱ carrd ♱ memes ♱ open starters

[prophvtics]

"don't you think that looks fun?" the girls on the screen writhed and moaned like women possessed, their hips rolling in clumsily coordination as they chased their individual highs through grinding their cunts together. the video was a personal favourite of suzanne's, found after a long night of searching for something to watch that wasn't made by two straight women trying to appeal to men. she'd been waiting for the right moment to show it to her best friend in the hopes that years of tension could be finally solved and after a blunt and a half smoked and their clothes half removed, it felt like as good a night as any. "i've always wanted to try that with a girl... i think it would feel so good." her nipples poked obscenely through the thin fabric of her cami and she let one hand trail absentmindedly up to brush over it, eliciting a soft hum as she finally turned to see her friend's reaction.

[thickskcll]

✧  𓂅  open  starter  ,  straton  gas  &  convenience  !

the  reapers  had  to  be  fucking  with  her  .  as  grateful  as  isa  was  to  earn  her  prospect  spot  ,  sometimes  their  requests  felt  like  hazing  .  as  she  stood  in  front  of  the  humming  fridges  of  the  straton  gas  station  on  a  reaper  requested  drink  run  ,  she  was  sure  someone  was  fucking  with  her  .  there  was  no  such  thing  as  a  throatcoat  .  being  sent  on  any  errand  was  stressful  enough  when  it  came  from  a  reaper  .  isa  was  a  recovering  overachiever  .  the  thought  of  getting  something  wrong  made  her  start  fidgeting  .  “  they  have  to  be  fucking  with  me  .  ”  she  reiterated  out  loud  ,  her  hands  searching  her  pockets  for  her  beloved  penjamin  when  tragedy  struck  :  penjamin  was  missing  .  “  fuck  !  ”  she  exclaimed  ,  she  wasn't  an  addict  .  she  could  stop  at  any  time  .  frantically  ,  she  patted  her  jacket  and  jeans  for  any  sign  of  it  ,  opened  and  closed  the  refrigerator  ,  and  even  made  a  loop  around  the  aisles  only  to  end  up  back  where  she  started  ,  only  now  there  was  a  frame  where  she  once  stood  .  “  have  you  seen  penjamin  ⸺   a  pen  ,  a  vape  pen  .  it's  purple  and  black  ,  has  a  little  spider  web  sticker  on  it  ?  i  swear  i  had  it  when  it  came  in  and  now  i  can't  find  it  anywhere  .  ”  she  took  a  step  toward  them  holding  her  jacket  pocket  out  .  “  can  you  stick  your  hand  in  there  and  see  if  it's  there  .  maybe  i'm  just  missing  it  .  ”  again  .  she's  not  an  addict  ,  she  can  stop  at  any  time  .  this  was  completely  normal  behavior  .

[romythorne]

WHO: open. WHERE: khàos grand opening event.

Romy was about 80% sure she was still inside the club and not, like, secretly wandering into a hidden portal to Narnia. Somewhere between the dance floor and the glittering backrooms of Khàos, she’d lost track of Jameson and her sense of direction. In her defense, the place was a sensory overload — velvet drapes, golden chandeliers, and enough jazz remixes to make her head spin faster than the champagne did. She weaved through the crowd with a half-finished glass in hand and a grin tugging at her mouth, completely unbothered by the fact that she was very much not where she was supposed to be.

Twirling out of the way of a rogue couple attempting a swing dance (bold, honestly), she straightened her dress, raised her glass like a white flag, and called out to no one in particular, “If anyone finds a tall, smug menace holding two drinks and an ego the size of the whole guest list — tell him Romy’s lost in the jungle and she’s not splitting her champagne rations!”

[santiagodeleons]

open for: @aurorabaystarter + @cricketcampbell

where + when: four leaf, st. patrick's day

"They'll take any requests you have as long as it's Irish," Santiago explains over the sound of the band who were currently playing a live rendition of Mandinka by Sinéad O'Connor, "Except Johnny Jump Up. We're not doing that again. Not this year."

[agentpeggycarterrogers]

Peggy opened the door to their apartment, and found her darling Steve sitting at his desk in silence. She set down her purse and didn't even bother to take off her coat. She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and placed a kiss on his head.

"Darling, what's wrong? What's happened, my love? Are you alright?"

*Open starter *

Steve sat at his desk, with tears in his eyes as he read the report in his hands.

He felt as if his heart would burst through his chest. His hands began to shake. The world around him was falling apart.

[heirceleste]

atlas + open

they hate the cold. the way sweaters are so itchy and scratchy, how her nose turns red and skin gets chapped. it’s part of why atlas shape shifts so often in the winter, turning from a powerful being into an arctic fox (or a polar bear that one time). moving through the wind, atlas allows her paws to crunch on the little snow still on the ground until a house appears in front of them. between one step and another they transform back to that of their true self, bare feet and too thin clothing has atlas wrapping their arms tightly around their torso.

knocking on the back door, she eagerly eyes the fire from outside. “hurry up! it’s cold out here,” they call to the familiar face inside.

[katherine-fisk]

The God's had given a sunny, warm New York day. The air crackled with love and excitement. Today would be a very special day.

Please start your thread with whom you are here for! The Bedeken will start shortly, followed by the Chuppah.

Don't forget to bring your pluses!

@cedar-fisk

@mysticmasterstephenstrange

@merc-with-the-m0uth

@misterjameswesley

@maryfisk

@official-buckybarnes

@official-alpinebarnes

@steven-rogers-captain-america

@proud-owner-0f-americas-ass

@notquitebuckybarnes

@the-daily-bugle-official-blog

@we-love-redwing

@wilsonfisk-thekingpin

@truthful-timmy-of-saskatoon

@story-from-hr

@policedepartment-ny

@street-thugs

@suiryu-the-siren

@goddess-of-birds

@jamie-todd-red-knight

[novaxanomaly]

Open Runa Starter || First Meeting

It was like any other day at school. Runa was going through her backpack at her locker and suddenly there was a tug on her hair, making her hiss.

"Whoa, it's just me." Her best friend, Takeshi, was there, giving her a hug. She had to admit, his hugs did always made her feel a hell of a lot better.

"What's up, Kesh... I am trying to get my book for class." she said to him and went back to searching her bag.

"Buuut, i have someone for you to meet!" He said to her and smiled widely.

She huffed, "Who?"

Takeshi stuck his hand into her bag, somehow finding her book and putting it against her chest, moving her hand to hold it there. he then grabbed the bag and shoved it into the locker and closed it. "Come on." he grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the hall and around the corner, "Runa....Meet my friend!" he introduced her to the new person and she blinked.

[idontkillorphans]

"You know, most consider it rude to stare."

[damnedrainbows]

“Target practice!” Alastor is there just..throwing knives, of course. “Who would like to volunteer to balance an apple on their head and stand right over in front of that wall for me?”

[birdmuse]

open to : females ❲ mutual or non-mutuals ❳. muse : ryle sullivan, twenty-nine ៸ bartender ❲ drug dealer ❳.

“i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.”