#[;open starter]

[asktowa]

Towa stood near the train platform with his backpack as he waited, shifting his weight from one foot to the other repeatedly. He had arrived a bit earlier than the planned time (because he knew he’d be late otherwise) and decided to play with some loose string on his cardigan to keep himself busy. He wasn’t expecting anyone to show up right on time of course, but he couldn’t help but glance around every now and then, just in case someone else arrived early.

If no one actually came, well, that would be. . .extremely embarrassing for him, honestly. But it wouldn’t be anything new either, as he spent most of his time alone anyway. Still, it’d be nice to spend time with the other ghouls for once. He was actually kind of nervous about it! This was all so new to him, and he found himself want to making a good impression on his peers. He even bought snacks that actual humans ate!! He just. . .really wanted things to go well tonight.

Towa looked back at the campus and sighed. He really hoped someone would show.

[nitronapalm]

"...So how does this damn make-a-wish thing work, anyway?" He was holding the seven-star dragonball in one hand and looking over it -- they really did look uncannily like giant marbles. Giant orange marbles... kinda made him wonder if they were even breakable or not.

[theodosiani]

Open Starter

"You--You can't send Kost-Bas back to the Arlathan forest," Kasaanda insisted as she positioned her body best to block entry to her room, "He--He's injured! He can't dig, he'll be eaten and he'll die!"

[notbrokenjustfake]

"Feelings? I have none.'"

[umbranstilettos]

"Oh--you're still here", Cereza sauntered into the kitchen where she finds a breakfast spread laid out for her in the morning, she was about to spend her morning in another man's buttoned down shirts reveling on their walk of shame come to find out that he figured out to press the coffee beans and cook food on her immaculate set of appliances gathering dust only when her personal chef come to prep her meals.

[sioraiocht]

;;Michael Open

"Stop looking at me like that."

[quccninchains]

|| open starter ||

{☾} She's impressed with her ability to make it through the funeral and the coronation without falling apart. Sorrow threatened to fell her to her knees and no one had any clue. Her husband, mother protect him, was gone. His daughter, her old friend now reigned. Her children neglected one final time. And yet, despite the anguish, the pain--there's a glimmer of freedom.

The weight of the kingdoms is gone--passed on to her friend. She no longer had to be Queen Alicent, no longer had to worry about the lives of her children. Rhaenyra had promised no violence against them and they were safe. She could just be Alicent again.

Her chambers, Rhaenyra's old ones--she noted with some bemusement--were empty save for the snapping and cracking of the fireplace. Alicent stands there, alone, for the first time in forever. Slender fingers reach up to unclasp her necklace, remove her crown and earrings, peel from her dress. She kicks off her shoes, curling her toes in blessed relief.

Once more, she looks around at the silence. Revelry continued on throughout the Keep, but here? Blessed silence.

Dark brown eyes flicker at her mirror and her reflection catches her eyes. Her lips quiver for a moment as if a sob was going to choke her--and instead a laugh bubbles out.

Alicent laughs at the absurdity of her life, at this unfortunate change. as Viserys' widow she was ensured some protection, some wealth. And now she had nothing to do but care for her children, her grandchildren. She giggles, hands to her lips to stifle the sounds, one hand gripping the chair at her vanity for stability.

A knock at her door silences her, but her body still shakes with hysterical mirth. "Yes?" She calls out, voice trembling.

[musemuseum]

open to: males muse: Sylvie Matland (Gemma Arterton), a prostitute with a desire to change her life around

"You're not supposed to be here," she whispered harshly. What had started out as a simple transaction of money for her body had somehow changed to complete complication. But she knew exactly why things had changed. A little thing called feelings. Pesky little things that complicated any situation. It was clear that he had caught the vexatious feelings first, but it honestly wasn't long before she had fallen down that same dark, little rabbit hole, too. "Damn it all," she muttered before rising up on her toes to press a hungry kiss to his lips.

[dragonballnewstar]

Murmers floating around with the excited whispers about the upcoming tournament in Conton, and a familiar dull ache plagues Ampa's chest.

She hasn't fed on ki in quite some time.

Her black tongue shifts uncomfortably in her mouth seeing fighters chatting and laughing, one deciding to power up to show off to his friends. Crimson eyes dissect his ki level - a decent leveled patroller who can match with Super Saiyan 3 Goku in terms of missions.

Ampa quickly shakes her head to snap herself back to reality, biting her lip. She can find a supplement. She's sure of it. She squeezes her bag of groceries and makes her way back to her dorm room before she gets called for some time anomaly situation.

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Kim Shin

"Most often underestimate their power over others… men tend to overestimate it."

[foreverascout]

"It's in my eyes!!!!"

[asktowa]

Towa has never had a great relationship with food. He didn’t hate it, he just…didn’t need it. Even so, he still knew the basics of cooking – it’s a skill everyone should have, after all. Except, it wasn’t a skill, not for him anyway. Normally Towa wouldn’t think twice about this kind of thing, but after last night, he started to wonder if he should worry about his abilities (or lack thereof) in the kitchen. 

You see, that night it was his turn to cook (something new that they were trying out in the Jabberwock dorm), and he decided to make the one thing he really knew how to cook: Porridge. No it wasn’t a filling meal for dinner, but again, Towa doesn’t need food. Plus, he figured if the other two were really hungry, they’d just suck it up and eat it. So when Ren outright refused to touch his meal, and Haru pretended to like it even though he’d spit it out into a napkin when he thought Towa wasn’t looking, he knew he had to make a change. He hardly ever felt shame, but last night was particularly humbling for Towa. 

And so that’s how he ended up in his current spot – sitting on the kitchen counters of the Mystery Diner and kicking his feet idly as he watched the chef anomaly attempt to make something that vaguely resembled food. Personally, Towa thought he was doing a great job, but again, what does he know about food or cooking? He only ever ate plants and flowers for God’s sake. The poor anomaly looked absolutely terrified though, constantly looking over its shoulder as if it were waiting for Towa to strike at any moment. He just had that effect on most anomalies, it seemed. But the chef would have to put up with Towa’s antics, because he wasn’t going to leave until he learned how to properly cook a meal.

[theodosiani]

Open Starter

“Wait, you’re telling me your tama—“ Kasaanda paused realizing her mistake, “Uh, mama never taught you how to swim?!”

[overcomingmxdness]

"Should I visit Hell? It's been a while since I've been to the Death Worlds."

[sioraiocht]

Open;; Lucifer Morningstar

"That's not how it works - I'm not a genie, I don't grant wishes."

[findmyfuture]

"Aww c'mon the snow's not so bad"