#&. e : open starter

[caleb-majhi]

OPEN STARTER for @aurorabaystarter at location of your choice

CLOSED - if you wanted to reply, DM me for a new thread, thanks :)

“I don’t know what to tell you,” 

There isn’t much else to argue about the situation. His phone rings when he’s on shift, he answers. It’s his paycheck, and their inconvenience isn’t his problem. It isn’t, once he gets out of the area.

“I was called for a tow, so it’s gotta be towed.”

[lxnleybatbxy]

☁️Frøzen Feelings☁️// OPEN STARTER

{{ open to m / nb }}

It’s been years since he’s seen the other last, Salem even looked different from back then—his hair had gotten longer, he got more tattoos and his entire personality had shifted since his heart was absolutely obliterated.

He hears a knock at his door.

Confused. Salem wasn’t expecting any visitors, his brothers were out of town and he was left alone at home til they returned next month—he stood up and walked over freezing in place when he realized who was at the door now. Salem blinked a few times and then furrowed his brows as he stared.

“What the hell are you doing here..?” There was definitely a sour taste in his mouth.

[lostwcnderlands]

status -> open to all muses 22+! *we do not have to be mutuals to reply!*

setting -> based on this. y/m never answered my muse's text he sent (in link) until they asked him to swing by with another drop... of course, he couldn't resist, despite being embarrassed he ever texted that in the first place.

my other opens - always accepting responses!

" i thought i told you not to call me again. " roman's eyes met theirs in the passenger seat of his beater - only for a split second, before skittering away. he'd brought the stuff, of course, as requested. pre-rolled, and some extra thrown in. fuck, he couldn't help himself. " but it's a $15 upcharge for leaving me on read. you owe me $35. "

[meabhism]

𓆰 ❪ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑! at ⋯ 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐒 ❫

⸻ Sério?! ⸻ reclamou quase num suspiro resignado enquanto alternava o olhar entre e o dono da barraquinha e sua última ficha de madeira que caíra bem longe de onde havia mirado. Jogava tiro ao alvo obsessivamente há algum tempo e tudo o que houvera conseguido foram algumas farpas nos dedos e um pequeno chaveiro de resina no formato de um ovo da páscoa que o dono fizera questão de dar a ela, tão envergonhado quanto a garota por sua mira inexistente. Maeve respirou profundamente antes de dar às costas ao lugar, ajeitando sua blusa preta de decote U e, posteriormente, as calças jeans levemente esfiapadas apenas nas bainhas, não deixando de checar as condições do seu oxford preto que já sofrera alguns atentados naquela noite: Meabh houvera tropeçado e chutado involuntariamente muitas pedras do percurso, e isso ela culpava o seu lado desajeitado. Porém, num rompante, seus olhos azuis voltaram a cor vívida, e decidida a retornar ao tiro ao alvo e só sair de lá após um prêmio decente, girou sobre os calcanhares tão rapidamente que acabara se chocando contra muse. ⸻ Ah… desculpa! S-scusa.* ⸻ ela gaguejou seu italiano básico antes que visse o rosto alheio. Teve que conter um suspiro ao lembrar tardiamente do quanto a vida gostava de brincar com a sua falta de equilíbrio. A única sorte era que Maeve era confiante o suficiente para lidar com aquilo.

* tradução de scusa: desculpa.

[warncdandwiles]

open

there's still speckles of cement on his wrists and ankles. Maybe - maybe they'll never scrub off, he doesn't know. Every little noise, every creak, every litter-bug skitter is making him jump.

his teeth are chattering, and his fingers won't stop shaking, but he somehow manages to get the bullets into the chamber. An old dusk jacket thrown over his shoulders does little to change his appearance, but it was the only thing he could grab.

Another noise, like a breath, or a footstep? He spins around, pointing the pistol, trembling all over. The lightbulb in this old motel's hallway creaks left to right.

"Wh-who's there?"

[ashton-ryder]

//open. ext. central park - night. 1st may 2026.

By the evening after the sun had set, everyone had long given congratulations to the bride and groom and partied on into the night, fairy lights and lanterns and torches the few things lighting up the place into a warm comforting glow. Things now at a slower pace but just as joyful. Ashton hoped he'd be able to blend into the background, watching from afar and content to witness the happiness from here - parties always were a little too overwhelming for Ashton, no matter how many Ruth try to get him to go to.

Giving Maisie a little more time to go pass bedtime as a treat for today to go play with June and the kids, he quietly kept an eye on them picking at dandelions simply growing in the grass of the park, while he sat there with a glass of a mocktail. He did his best to keep his troubles with alcohol at bay especially in public, he was trying really hard at sobriety again, at least when people are around. "Need a minute to breathe?" He noticed someone join him in the quiet, darker corner of the party, greeting them with a soft genuine smile, "still not really a party person," a light sigh as he shrugged off the blue blazer to toss over his shoulder and loosened his tie, "and the stars are prettier away from the lights."

[hope-zhang]

//open. ext. central park - day. 1st may 2026.

Hope for once was made to dress up nicely in a sundress, exchanging out her usual wears of oversized shirts and farmwear that she's oh so carefully cultivated over the years. Basically whatever that was easy to wash. But it was a fancy occasion, as fancy as they could make it in these times, so Hope had to put in the effort to at least feel pretty again for once. She's been covered in soil and dirt for too much, even more so than when she worked at the Botanic Garden, that was manicured compared to this.

And of course, the first thing that catches her eye after the entire shebang of the important part of a wedding, the next most important part of the wedding is the food! Even more so when she's had a hand in growing the food herself. Hope glowed over the prepared food, grinning proudly as a person joined her in admiring the meal, "ooooh doesn't it look so delicious? I'm so happy with the way the fruits and veggies turn out, it was a temperamental batch to be honest."

[blcssom]

open to: f/nb plot in source !

"no, it's fine i'm just——- i'm a little jealous, is all." even worse than admitting it aloud, though, was the confused look they seemed to give her. "don't look at me like you don't know why..." but the look persisted, and already she could feel her cheeks warming under their persistent gaze. "d-don't make me say it."

[lilidolostones]

❥     𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄   !

procrastinar no trabalho? sim, às vezes. procrastinar na jogatina? JAMAIS!!!!

pra entrar no clima de conforto que todo mundo ama, todo mundo curte, que tal uma musiquinha pra espairecer? então vai ser assim: escolha uma música aleatória de sua preferência (não precisa se ater ao conteúdo da música, eu tiro do cool um significado qualquer!) + emoji referente ao char/nome do char pra um starter em qualquer espaço disposto pela central! se quiser, pode avisar um estabelecimento ou local de sua preferência, mas é opcional. e não tem limite de pedidos pra chars.

🔥 para um starter com o soluço nada-horrendo! 

🪝 para um starter com o capintão gancho! 

🧠 para um starter com o outro monstro, zayan! 

BÔNUS: dê um like pra que eu vá te chamar para plotar/te responda no chat! o fluxo pode bagunçar um pouco e eu me perco em quem já respondi e quem não. não é inconveniente me cobrar/chamar sempre que eu não responder. 💖🥺

[petitsdieu]

She uses their lap as a pillow.

[whatevcr-us]

"what's a motto?"

[lxnleybatbxy]

🩸Your Last Night🗡️// — ØPEN STARTER

—————

“Please…don’t do this..” Sol whimpered out, his body felt so weak and exhausted from being held captive in a dungeon for almost 3 months. He was tortured, tested on and even drained of his blood for the experiments.

Now the young vampire was dragged outside for ‘bad’ behavior, this was his last strike and the captor had enough. “This is your last night, your misbehaving and incapable of cooperating. Such a shame that I have to take your life. You were my favorite to play with.”

Hearing those words made Solanine’s body tremble as he watched the man hold out the wooden stake and press it against his chest.

He was really about to die.

If Sol’s hands weren’t bound together by silver chains he’d fight back, but he was far to weak and all he could do was sit in the silence and cry as he waited.

[mcronnie-arc]

❛ ⊹。                                 O gorro roxo incomodava os curativos em sua cabeça, a dor latejante que sentia, no entanto, não podia culpar apenas as feridas causadas pela coroa maldita de Afrodite. A cabeça estava a mil, os pensamentos não lhe deram nenhuma paz desde que retomara a consciência, já fora do pavilhão que se desfizera em chamas. Podia assumir que dormira? Era difícil dizer, foi e voltou da inconsciência mais do que descansou naquela noite, e nos poucos minutos que podia dizer que adormecia, tinha sonhos nítidos de olhos azuis, e chamas. Chamas por todos os lados, um pesadelo tão realista que quase podia se recordar do calor que via quando fechava os olhos, e em resposta automática, despertava trêmula e assustada. A noite seguinte, já fora da enfermaria, havia sido exatamente igual. Com a diferença que não contava com nenhum remédio para a dor, e por isso podia crer que causava os sonhos que tanto lhe importunavam. Pesadelos, se fosse analisar o conteúdo das ilusões. 

❛ ⊹。                                 Pessoalmente se sentia mais frágil do que nunca, as sequelas do baile sendo muito além dos cortes entre os fios loiros e próximos à raiz dos cabelos. A ferida psicológica da dúvida sendo muito pior. "O que aconteceu?" Não, tinha uma pergunta melhor: "Como aquilo foi acontecer?". Sabia que suas dúvidas não tinham espaço para discussão, sendo ela, quem era. Estava, agora, na posição de bode expiatório. Ninguém sabia quem estava atacando o acampamento, e precisavam de um inimigo. Suas habilidades faziam da McKinney uma das possíveis traidoras, ainda que ninguém pudesse lhe imputar um motivo ou encarar-lhe com isso. Podia ler os olhares que recebia. Veronica puxou o único cigarro que tinha do bolso da jaqueta; — não fumava, nem mesmo tinha esse hábito, — mas não resistiu a afanar um só dos bolsos de um dos filhos de Apolo na enfermaria, enquanto saía já com o curativo trocado. Um só, ele nem sentiria falta. A voz cantarolou o encantamento por um foco de fogo acima dos dedos finos, e se frustrou com o nada que se seguiu. A dor em sua cabeça parecendo piorar a medida que a frustração a encontrava. Consternada, um xingamento escapou pelos lábios da filha de Hécate, se era uma piada sua má sorte, os deuses deveriam estar se divertindo. Ergueu o olhar para a figura de muse, decidida a interromper o seu caminho, um sorriso atrevido e falso sendo estendido dos lábios cheios de Ronnie. ❝ ⸺ Olha, eu já ouvi a piada sobre Jesus e a da bela adormecida também, mas nenhum desses dois conseguem fazer fogo. ❞ Girou o cigarro entre os dedos, demonstrando onde queria chegar. ❝ ⸺ Então você, tem fogo? ❞ Pediu, e só então tomada com o receio de receber em troca, uma ofensiva. naquele ponto, estava cansada o bastante para deixar a barreira de indiferença cair entre ela, e muse, sem controle. 

[ercowboys]

muse : emma langdon setting : she's had an allergic reaction and been rushed to the er, which is the exact opposite place she wants to be. gif credit

"i'm fine okay, i'm good." she hated the hospital, hated how it reminded her how helpless she could possibly feel. she should feel better about it by now, but she didn't. her skin still felt like it was burning off and even with the epi and the other treatments, she still felt like she had almost died. emma shifted on the bed, pushing a little on the back of the angled bed to sit upright. "i just don't like everyone worrying about me."

[inkmimicry]

i have many drafts but starter call for cat

[ashton-ryder]

//open. int. along the apartment floors - day. 16th dec 2023. 0830.

Ashton was part of the first few volunteers to evacuate the residents and open up the windows in apartments, starting with his and Skyler's. He would've usually been back in his own place at this timing being an early riser, but he had stayed on to greet the familiar faces; two months of traumatising disaster had bonded everyone in the building closer. Probably lucky for him or he might be dead right now. But with crises and emergencies, he was familiar with it. "You're still up here?" Ash had been working through the floors he's been delegated, finding people still along the upper floors, "we're evacuating everyone to downstairs, the gas leak is pretty big."