#&. 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.”

[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.

[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."

[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. 

[lxmitlxss]

The face of a man who found out there's milk in some ways of making coffee.

[lethalties]

i    know    i    have    drafts    to    get    to    but    i’ve    only    got    sm*tty    muse    rn    so    like    for    a    sm*t    starter

[olliesmultimuse]

“Crikey, can’t ah just ‘et some proper sleep? Et’s too early fer this…” Aster’s voice came out groggy and exhausted. “Easter’s at the end of ‘is month, et’s March for bloody sake!”

[whatevcr-us]

"Oh dear, it seems we'll have to toss your friend into the Flow. Truly a shame. Oh well."

[allgather]

using this post as a little indicator of folks who wanna write/plot who i may not have reached in dms yet. there are a couple things you can do depending on where we are in plotting/familiarity with each other.

i am realizing i am someone who needs direct communication of interest to write with me so, if we have plotted or chatted at all or are mutuals, sending asks is always welcome and helpful for me. as well, if we have plotting or have chatted about general dynamics, leave a comment if you'd just like me to hit you with a starter.

as well, any mutual, please take this post as an invitation to leave a lil comment or dm telling me yes, you'd like to plot! you can also note anyone you have in mind from mine/your muses, but not necessary.

for now and always, if you wanna plot or chat but don't have capacity to write atm, i am always so down for clowning around with charas in our dms. so no pressure to ever Produce Content.

[bowserjrthecoolkoopa]

Oh boy

I hope I don’t get grounded if I enter here

[marisola]

open to m/f/nb

“  i  don't  know  how  to  fix  what's  broken  between  us  anymore  .  ”

[blcssom]

open to m/f/nb ft. bambi moreno- 38 | jr. columnist | bisexual | fiona palomo inspo in source!

after having spent an entire afternoon wrangling them to get something that even half resembled an interview, she was exhausted.... but there was still an underlying buzz that made her reluctant to excuse herself. "—— has anyone ever told you that you're hard to get a read on? i've been trying to build a profile on you in my head for weeks but now that i've met you...." she'd severely underestimated them. "you're really intense."

[hlfmoonshine]

open to all! muse: elena toro. twenty nine. she/her. bisexual. trust fund baby. plot: loosely based on sober II (melodrama). elena finds herself alone at the end of her parties, having kicked everyone out while upset. ym didn't get the memo and finds her cleaning up thinking everyone's gone home.

her head was spinning, part champagne, part marijuana and part the new sensation of anxiety that she'd been struggling with for the last two months. apparently, drowning her feelings in liquor and drugs wasn't actually helping, but perhaps making things worse. she wiped her eyes as she crouched down, still stubbornly in her heels as she scooped up the discarded packs of cigarettes, popped balloons and broken glass. the elite never knew how to clean a damn day in their lives, and it showed.

when the glow of the party was gone, the lights harsh and judgmental as she moved through her penthouse, elena realized just how manufactured and empty her life really was. she dropped two more glasses in the black trash bag she'd found in the kitchen pantry, a sound breaking her concentration as she spinned on her heel.

elena knew she looked a sight, mascara dripping down her cheeks, leaving cracked half dried streaks, her hair deflated and dress disheveled. "oh, you were supposed to go home."

[ellasquierensangre]

open to all muse: seriyah. 21. la rockstar, witch, former teen runaway.

♱♱♱— she lets the night devour her hotel room, and only reaches for black candles for want of something to read by. somehow, seriyah thinks, they only deepen the darkness, bring out its color. a welcome breeze stirs the gauzy white curtains which frame open french doors to the balcony, and she cares not what she courts when she leaves it this way. be they spirits of the dead, or of some other world, some strange alien heaven all apart of the mystery; be they good or evil, or only men like her — all are welcome through her door tonight. still, she isn't in need of a devil to sell her soul to; bacchus has already given her everything she could ever want. or so she'd thought — was it only a vision in the throes of worship? has she not supplicated to completion, if she's found herself drunk and all alone on a persian rug at the beverly, doing evil just for love or company? behind her something stirs and raises her hair; her eyes light up as she blows out the holy wood's flame, turns it upside down so the smoke devours it. "who's there?"

[fxllen-angxlboy]

open starter 💀— tw: blood, injury

“I’m sorry...I should have listened to you and stayed...home...I’m sorry, I love you...” Angels voice was weak, his voice raspy from how damaged his entire body was. “Be good for me...okay..baby?” He coughed harshly, causing the phone to fall and end.

Moments ago the male had gotten into a car accident and only had moments of energy to call his partner. He need to tell them he loved them one last time, this felt like it was his time...

The front windshield was smashed inwards, his airbag popped and something sharp penetrated his body deep enough to cause his body to bleed. “F-Fuck...” He groaned out. Thankfully the other person in the accident hadn’t been harmed much and called the ambulance, Angel could hear them in the far distance but his body wanted to give out.