#/ closed starter.

[heartwars]

karina makes her way into the lounge , glancing at the other before she settles herself on the sofa . she clears her throat , eyebrow raising as she adjusts the hem of her shorts . " why are you looking at me like that ? " she shifts a little bit , pressing her thighs together as she flicks the tv on .

⌗ closed starter.   ﹙ random starter from karina !﹚

[reggiellewellyn]

reggie 📱 peter.

Reggie: You know, you could make a real killing if you were spinning those decks in Ibiza Reggie: Have you ever considered 👀 @peterbasara

[buddywellls]

buddy 📲 zehra.

Buddy: Hey. Buddy: Thought of you today, felt like a sign to check in. Buddy: Everything all good? @zchraa

[starcunin]

closed starter | @accultant

The vampire lounges by the fire, vermillion eyes flickering with the reflection of the dancing flames as they flit across the camp, yet his gaze is fixed on something far more enticing. Puck. Or rather, the hot, rich blood he can almost taste beneath the surface of that skin. He’s watched the others from a distance, keeping his secrets hidden behind a mask of charm and wit, but Puck… Puck is different. There’s a vulnerability there that Astarion recognizes all too well. It’s the kind of vulnerability that could be easily exploited, if only the right strings were pulled.

For over a fortnight, they’ve traveled together, the mind flayer tadpoles wriggling away in their skulls, tying their fates together in the most grotesque of ways. It’s an uneasy alliance, and Astarion knows better than to fully trust any of them—but he’s learned how to use people, to bend them to his will. Puck, with that vacant look of someone who has lost all memory, is the perfect candidate for a bit of careful manipulation. He could become a reliable source of protection, even a steady meal, if played correctly. But there’s a complication—a thorn in Astarion’s side that he hadn’t anticipated.

Iago. The “friend” who seems to hover a bit too closely to Puck, whose eyes are always watching, always calculating. Astarion knows there’s more to that story—he can practically smell the lies on Iago’s breath whenever they speak. And while he hasn’t quite figured out the full extent of the deception, he can feel it in his bones that Iago is hiding something.

He can’t afford to make any mistakes. Not with the others blissfully unaware of his true nature, not with this bloody parasite scrambling his brains. But the hunger… it’s growing stronger by the day. He hasn’t fed properly since this whole nightmare began, and the temptation that Puck presents is becoming harder and harder to ignore. Astarion’s crimson eyes trace the line of Puck’s throat, imagining the warmth of blood spilling over his tongue, the sharp pain of his fangs sinking into flesh… It takes every ounce of self-control not to act on it, not to give in right there and then.

But then he feels it—a pair of eyes on him. He tears his gaze away from Puck and meets Iago’s stare across the fire. They’ve caught him. For a split second, there’s a flash of something in Astarion’s expression—annoyance, perhaps, at being interrupted—but it’s gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a cool, practiced smile. He arches an eyebrow, ❛ Oh, don’t mind me, ❜ he says, his voice smooth and just a touch too casual. ❛ I was simply… admiring the fire. Nothing more. ❜ The lie slips easily from his lips, but there’s a tension in the air now, a thread pulled taut between them, and Astarion wonders just how much longer he can keep up this delicate dance.

[stayliquid]

closed starter for @mccntower muse. bailey rollings, maddie phillips fc.

"I'm sorry, who are you again? Have we met?" The blonde raised her voice loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the club goers in the background. Bailey did enjoy playing games, especially since she was still mad after their last encounter. "I'm gonna keep acting like I don't know you until you've finished groveling."

[borawinters]

bo 📲 selin.

Bo: I need you out of the house and out of the way on Thursday afternoon. @selindogn

[ulyflynn]

closed for: @edietello

where: docks near fisher's cove

The ride down to the docks was more familiar to him than the back of his own hand, the turns from Ocean Crest remained the same unlike his extremity where healing scratches that once held glass shards and stitched split knuckles still stung every time he used the hand clutch on his bike.

He parked up outside the Tello house in a space that he had once claimed as his own, the walk to where Javier’s boat was docked feeling like an endless stretch. It had been his idea to meet, his conversation with his sister fresh on his mind and still he can’t find it in himself to trust that it wouldn’t go sideways like most things he tried to right.

It’s too late to turn back as he nears the boat and the blonde, not needing to check his phone to know the time. It had to be seven thirty on the dot, Edie wouldn’t have arrived a minute earlier or later.

“Hey.”

[luckylewis]

lucky 📲 finn.

Lucky: Will you be partaking in any Halloween festivities this year good sir @finn-brooks

[polarnoid]

@drunivers / @sordidery

it's tiring having to go out into the world and put on a face. it's like sure everyone does it, but not like him. so when stu calls, billy sees this as an oportunity, he doesn't have to wear the face today. he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to do. he can be real and just let it out there all plainly.

the thing is when he lets himself into stu's house and he hears the tv playing it's not just stu on the couch waiting. there's two heads there and he can feel his blood boil just a little. he keeps a lid on it, barely. grateful for the fact that he can't be seen. fuck. fuck. fuck this shit. rolling his eyes isn't enough but it'll do. it's quick then, when he settles on the idea of just...making this work for him. billy walks then, sits on the couch, next to randy. (fuck that guy, in particularly today.) he puts on a smile, stares daggers at stu then. (he'll get him later for this.) "stu you didn't tell me we had company." it's teasing then, the way he says it, there's almost something hidden in it, blink and you miss it. billy is as well put together as he could muster in the time it took him to walk from the hallway to the living room. the way he's seated anyone would tell him he's too damn close. he doesn't give a shit. "-so, what are we watching?" as if he gives a fuck about what's on. thinks this evening just got a little bit entertaining. eyes turn to randy, expectantly. teasing.

[gracland]

♡ — closed starter for @sunliights

"you always did like playing hard to get."

[gamecfchance]

pairing: mac & daysia. timeline: years before.

"no! i'm not saying i've never done it. i'm just saying that.. it's been.. a while. i don't know when!" a rosy flush prickles across his pale skin, overcoming his features like a rash. but it's not a rash. he only got rashes when he was nervous. and malcolm was not nervous. though his palms begin to slicken with sweat as his hands wave defensively. "i'm not -- i'm not lying," daysia was a puzzle to malcolm. a configuration where the pieces were bending at some seams, and missing at other intersections. some were certainly missing, or perhaps stowed away so the slivers of self couldn't be found or dissected. while other guys would have enjoyed this about her -- saw her as a challenge or aloof, it was something that mac was hesitant to accept himself. he needed every piece and difinitive blue print on how to put them together. but as her brunette brows furrow at him, he quickly realizes it is too late to ask for instructions. "i've smoked weed before. plenty of times. i just don't do it often. really ever. but i used to smoke.. sometimes. you're not.. what did you say? popping my cherry? what does that even mean?"

[mackmontgomery]

mack 📲 shiloh.

Mack: Hello gay person in my phone 😍 what if I told you there was another gay person in my phone that I think would be perfect for you 👀 @shilohsharma

[heartwars]

delaney smiles as she looks over at the other , moving her hair out of her face as she tilts her head to the side . " what ? why are you looking at me like that ? " she asks softly , before moving around the counter so she can put the dishes into the dishwasher . she'd not been expecting how easy it was to lapse into comfortable silence with the other , not when she's supposed to just be here for the kids . " is there something on my face ? " delaney questions , laughing a little as she bumps the dishwasher shut with her hip .

⌗ closed starter.   ﹙ random starter from delaney !﹚

[buddywellls]

buddy 📲 lorna.

Buddy: You're a difficult woman to get a hold of, you know that? @dilcne

[nomadjones]

dallas 📲 angel.

Dallas: You want in on this betting pool for whether we'll see any flower-theme catastrophes this week?

[vyxlord]

closed starter | @strxngertogether ( sevika ! )

The firelight dances across the brass fixtures of the room, casting jagged reflections on the dark metal walls that surround them. The air is heavy with the mingling scents of old iron, whiskey, and the faint traces of Margot’s favorite jasmine perfume. She watches Sevika from the shadowed corner of the room, her gaze a slow drag over the broad shoulders and scarred face she remembers well. Her silhouette cuts a sharp figure against the glow, all sharp angles and sinuous curves, adorned in her usual blend of temptation and industry. Those scarlet eyes of hers glimmer like embers in the dim room as she watches Sevika. Her dark lips curl into a smirk, the expression both inviting and barbed. ❛ How many times have I told you, darling? ❜ she begins, her smoky voice carrying across the room like a lazy exhale, ❛ I have people who do these things for me now. ❜ She keeps her tone teasing, laced with a sultry drawl that rolls over each word like silk unraveling from a spool.

Margot steps away from the fireplace, heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she moves closer to her yearning visitor. Her eyes trail Sevika’s form, the broad chest, the still-dusty coat, the strong, calloused hands she can still feel. Even now, with her stature diminished and her empire stripped to its raw, tenuous foundations, Margot has the presence of a queen. Her movements are deliberate, unhurried, as though Sevika’s arrival is nothing more than a pleasant diversion she was expecting all along. And yet, there’s something deeper under the surface—an awareness that pricks like a needle, reminding her of just how precarious her position has become.

She halts just in front of Sevika, close enough to invade her space but far enough to maintain an air of control. Tilting her head, she lets her gaze wander up the larger woman’s face, ❛ Although, I suppose I should watch my tongue about certain things now around Councilor Sevika. ❜ The title drips from her lips, a sardonic lilt of her voice.

Her hand rises, ungloved and pale against Sevika’s dark coat, and she places it lightly on the other woman’s chest. The corner of her mouth lifts higher as her scarlet eyes flick up to meet Sevika’s own. ❛ But no . . . ❜ she murmurs, ❛ You wouldn’t come here like a dog drooling over its favorite bone just to fuck me, then fuck me over, right? ❜

Her fingers begin to trail downward, a languid, deliberate motion that brushes against the solid muscle beneath Sevika’s clothing. She’s taking her time, savoring the tension in the air and the way her words coil like smoke around them. She tilts her head slightly, her green-dipped hair brushing her jaw as she studies the woman before her. There’s a flicker of something different in Sevika’s expression—anguish, maybe, or something dangerously close to it. It’s subtle, but Margot doesn’t miss it. She never misses anything.

Her smirk softens—not entirely, but just enough to let a hint of something more human slip through the armor. ❛ That wounded, pathetic puppy look on your face is unreasonably bewitching and oddly working for me. ❜