#╰ ✿ ╮ ━ ❝ open starter. ❞ ( mutuals only )

[letsstaytuned]

"ATTENTION, EVERYONE!"

"I have devised the very best and most encaptivating redemption exercise this hotel has EVER seen! And you'll be doing it with a smile!"

"Gather round as it is mandatory participation!"

All the doors suddenly lock, trapping everyone in the lobby.

[sclfcare]

𖥨 ̟⊹ ♡ mutuals only ! open to f / nb !

" i'm sorry i don't like hearing you gushing over what's - his - fuckin' - face . " ─── " why are you even still with him ? too embarrassed to tell mommy and daddy you're actually in love with a fuck up like me instead ? "

[brokendreamscreation]

[Aftermath of M!A Wrath of the Fallen]

Nearly a week has passed since the catastrophe in Pride Ring. Much of the physical wounds have healed, the few lingering abrasions from the holy chains that bound Lucid and God’s Flame that will likely leave a scar above part of his lip. But of the physical damage, the trauma from his halo forcibly shattered and then magically mended left the worst. These days it glowed so much dimmer and gave a low pitched hum, like when air pressure shifts in one’s ear. To many, it seems like the seraph is close to falling all over again and this time not by outside forces.

Maybe he is…

Lucid did not return to his work after being released, the impact of it all mentally and emotionally wounding him beyond capabilities to do so. He does not use his powers, even for minute things. Wings now healed remain closed against his back, the wind beneath them gone to take flight. In place of the wrath that flamed his hues orange and sclera black were once more sky blue, but with a distant, haunted gaze.

In his room Lucid hides away, the lights notably dim and lack of a clear night sky upon the ceiling. Seated in the alcove, the blue seraph has his knees drawn to his chest and hugged as he stares through veiled curtains at the world outside. Half-lidded, puffy eyes give away the tears he’s been shedding, but now it is emotionless and dull. The light and shine of Lucid’s joy appears to have gone out…

[heartscfvalor]

"Don't you miss me? Then jump in the water and kiss me! I'll make sure that you are safe and sound. Come play with me and our daughter And let's watch our love leave the ground~"

[fearsgod]

﹛ ♰ ﹜ —  ❝ Someone like me ... isn't deserving of your kindness . ❞ she chokes out , crimson leaking from between her fingers due to the pressure on her wound .

[ncvabcrn]

"before the year ends, anyone wanna tell me that they're proud of me?"

[siiinfully]

OPEN. for: m basic plot: your muse has been doing something for hours (ex. work, gaming, gardening, whatever) and she decides to pull him away by walking up to him n.aked

"....baby? Are you sure you won't be able to join me?" she asked, leaning seductively against the doorframe, her robe dropping to the ground and leaving her completely bare.

[leondxs]

A trap of unknown origin, but one that ensnared the being before him regardless. The fae prowled this side of the wood often, but never had he seen a trap lain in such a manner. Nevertheless, Leondas found himself more entertained than curious about what he'd happened upon.

Footfalls barely crunched the fallen leaves beneath his boots. The creature sauntered a careful distance around the trapped one, his lips tugged into a smug grin. He tut-tutted softly, wondering just what he would do with them.

❝ Would you like some assistance? I can be of service. For a price, of course. ❞

[huntershowl-moving]

i really want to do soft little threads where seph cooks for someone or takes them on her motorcycle ... grumpy domesticity ... perhaps like for a thing in that vein??

[cervidae-demon]

Don't mind Alastor just dipping raw meat slices into coffee ground and chewing it. Weird cravings are already starting apparently.

[mutogameandretail]

Open Starter for any Yami/Atem Muse~

"You have some motherfucking nerve thinking that you could just waltz back into my life and everything would be the same."

[five16]

“ㅤthey said all my bleeding was internalㅤ⸻ㅤthat's where the blood is supposed to be.ㅤ”

[bladef8]

open starter; yearning

He is a weapon, and weapons are not supposed to weep. Yet he does. His former master had been cruel, forcing him to stay in blade form as much as possible. His former master did not want companionship — all he wanted was power. His unrelenting pursuit of power ended up being his downfall, the cruel man struck down by a band of strangers. The strangers are an odd bunch, each with their quirks. The oddest of them all is his new master. His new master is unaware of the soul that lurks within the blade yet nevertheless treats him carefully, cleaning him after every fight and sharpening his edges. In terms of his weapon form he has not been taken care of this well in such a long time.

His humanoid form is left lonely and wanting. He craves conversation and a bite of their fresh stew. He craves a gentle touch, a hand to hold his or a hug to envelope him. He is afraid to reveal himself to his new master. What are the chances of them being what he needs? He is afraid and lonely so he cries, unaware of the fact his cries are waking his new master.

[storybounded]

The first snow of the season! Delicate snowflakes cascaded slowly to the browned grass below, overlooking a fawn who pranced and laughed with childlike glee.

Bambi trotted to a stop when a thought crossed his mind. Tilting his neck upwards, he stuck out his tongue, trying his very best to catch a one.

[localwebslingers]

| Open Starter - Spooky AU |

The door was shut behind him and Peter put all of his strength against it to keep it that way. Just in case. Because he'd seen enough in the last hour to know that the door, one way or another, had to stay closed. The single minded way those...god were they even people anymore? Probably not, there was no way, some of them looked like they shouldn't even be able to get up at all but there they were. Walking around. Stalking about. Filling some of the halls and rasping breaths and...

He held a hand up, straining to listen for just that beyond the doorway and waited. Something to fall, a muffled, rasping groan, for anything. It could have been seconds or it could have been minutes, Peter had no idea but he finally let out a breath and relaxed his stance. No sound, no danger warning from spider sense, that was the best it was going to get for now, "...I think we're okay." he said softly, not ready to actually move away from the door yet, "Any idea how to actually get out of here? Because I'm not exactly looking forward to the idea of facing night of the living dead out there."

[siiinfully]

OPEN. for: m basic plot: she has a boyfriend but hasn't had any s.ex in months, and someone she knows offers to help her get off potential connections: stepsiblings, best friends, colleagues, neighbors

"He's been avoiding me," she sighed. Riley had been waiting for him out by the pool, a beach umbrella keeping her cool despite the sun overhead. Her body was glistening with the sunblock she'd just applied, and she shifted a little to face him. "I don't know if it's something I did or because he doesn't find me attractive anymore. He only talks to me when he needs something, and...."

Should she tell him? It seemed like a very personal matter, but they've known each other for years.

"...he hasn't f.ucked me in months. I've been trying to understand why, but I'm just so h.orny." Another sigh, and she lay back down on the beach chair. Despite having him there, she could feel her hand inch lower as if her body could no longer control itself.