#╰ ‘ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 ❫

[ironlvngs]

— open starter.

when: sometime in the afternoon where: the hamptons, entrance of the residence

this should be the right address. link starts observing the residence where the address had taken him, finishing off the last of his cigarette in the car he had been driving in all night — every night, for the last three weeks.

as he grabs his backpack from the passenger seat, his mind begins to drill him with the question again: was it really such a good idea to come back and face the consequences of his little disappearing act with the college? at least he had this little "winter break trip" before facing the music. before he could think about it any more, his train of thought was interrupted by a familiar face. "hey, you're here, so i guess i didn't fuck up with the navigation." he greets with a hint of a grin, walking up to them. "so where's the rest of the scooby doo gang?"

[scbrvght]

♡ open to: m/f/nb ♡ camron calloway - celebrity tattoo artist & reluctant influencer

" you don’t look like you’re exactly having the time of your life either. " the words were low, almost like a quiet observation, and they slipped out with the ease of someone who was too comfortable on the edges of a situation they didn’t quite belong in. the party was in full swing, music pumping, people mingling in their best holiday attire, all laughter and clinking glasses. he’d only agreed to show up because it was some high-profile client who’d insisted, and now he was standing in the corner of the room, nursing a drink wishing he was anywhere else. he took a sip from his glass, eyes never leaving them. " so how do you know the host ? " words came out in kind of a singsongy tone, asking the classic conversation starter with full awareness of how cliche it was.

[kretina]

! perto dos chalés com @ SASHA.

@littlfreck

brook estava vivo. não havia normalidade alguma em afirmar tal fato, não tinha como. katrina tinha a lembrança de carregar o corpo dele, de chorar por sua morte. como era possível? e ainda precisava lidar com a naturalidade de outrem em lhe surgir, como se nada tivesse acontecido. em que mundo estava vivendo? nenhum boato sobre a chegada dele a tocou, nada passou perto de seus ouvidos, como se o destino estivesse desejando a jogar naquele momento de desespero. o coração batia rápido no peito, sentia uma crise de pânico acumulando-se. as noites que não dormia, que outrora não tinha peso algum, pareciam acumular-se aos montes em seu ombro, a deixando com a respiração agitada. pulava de uma sombra a outra, escondendo-se. havia um alerta por todo o corpo, como se monstros estivessem a perseguindo, como se esperassem por um momento maior de fragilidade. o chão do acampamento parecia o do submundo, tinha sangue escorrendo...brook. vivo. tinha a adaga em uma das mãos quando não encontrou uma outra sombra e precisou correr na claridade, era noite, quase não havia luz que a tocasse mas katrina sentia-se exposta demais. as pernas falharam no que parecia ser uma corrida, fazendo com que o joelho fosse ao chão. a respiração falhou. brook. não tinha nada no mundo que a preparasse, que a deixasse menos impactada. deveria sim está feliz por ele, por ter o amigo de volta, mas havia o enterrado, soubera que haviam queimado a sua mortalha em uma linda cerimonia, como poderia ignorar tais fatos e apenas abraçá-lo em alegria? um novo alerta a percorreu, os olhos foram semicerrados encarando o que estava a sua frente, esperando um ataque, mas a visão estava borrada, o coração batia mais alto que seus outros sentidos. apertou a base da adaga na mão, pronta para se defender enquanto buscava respirar, enquanto tentava impedir que a mente nublasse, que caísse na armadilha. vivo.

[hvrtroads]

open starter: @anchoragestarters where: around town when: october 1st, evening

as dusk descended upon anchorage, so did a veil of dread. shadows thrashed and twisted in great anticipation, as if the very darkness had a pulse of its own; a hungry void, holding its breath and lying in wait, ready to engulf the next person that strayed too far from the light, dragging them into its abyss, where dark secrets lay buried, forever untold. and yet, in what was quite the curious contradiction to his timid disposition, jonghyeon found himself walking down the dimly lit streets, in hopes of bridging the distance between himself and bandmate, who was enroute to pick him up. with each footfall, he could almost hear the whispers of the unknown brushing against his consciousness; could almost feel those shadows wrapping him in their malevolent embrace that meant to suffocate... but before the panic could fully take root, his attention was pulled away, something shifting in his periphery. there, from an alleyway, two small kittens tentatively ventured forth. a faint 'oh?' fell from his lips, head tilted in wonder, silently observing as their delicate paws padded across the pavement. as they made their cautious approach, the pianist gingerly knelt down and extended a hand, palm open and inviting, a gesture filled with unspoken reassurance. a promise of safety, which was accepted, the kittens inching closer, nuzzling against his fingertips. in that delicate exchange, there was a profound understanding. “ are you lost, too? ” he asked softly as he pet their soft fur, a smile illuminating his face when one of them attempted to clamber up onto his lap. “ gwiyeopda, �� delight shimmering in his eyes, it was then that he noticed the presence of someone else. “ ah— ” a pause. “ they just... found me. ”

[saintivcry]

matteo  had  no  idea  what  lies  riley  had  spun  to  get  them  off  the  hook,  or  maybe  not  entirely,  but  at  least  they  were  alive.  there  was  a  moment  there  when  matteo  was  sure  they  wouldn’t  survive.  people  didnt  survive  this.  he’d  blacked  out  during  their  ‘trial’  and  had  only  come  to  when  they’d  been  separated  again,  forced  to  sit  around  the  fire  while  riley  was  whisked  off  to  a  house.  one  by  one  they  were  lead  away  from  the  fire,  and  matteo  hadn’t  really  noticed,  he  didn’t  know  who  he  was  following  or  where,  but  somebody  had  spoken  to  him  and  now  he  was  clambering  over  wet  soil.  he  glanced  around  them  when  they  made  their  way  inside  a  hut.  it  was  surprisingly  warm,  but  like  something  from  another  time,  and  matteo  had  to  wonder  if  they  were  all  just  riding  a  seriously  strange  high,  “  what?  ”  he  finally  broke  his  own  silence,  his  voice  a  croak  as  his  eyes  found  the  strangers,  realising  that  he  had  yet  to  hear  anything  they’d  already  said  to  him.  

[adcreyov]

༻ open to: m/f/nb ༻ sarah cameron - bait shop cashier ( obx universe )

" I guess — I could beat you to the buoy and back. " words mused, challenging as her gaze landed on the floaty out in the distance. hands planted firmly on her hips as she gave a shrug. waves lapping lazily against the shore in front of her. it might have been the beer she had just finished talking, but the girl was entirely confident in herself. " it's not that far — but if you're scared, it's a little dark, I get it. " the words dripped in a playful sarcasm as she spoke, hues sparkling with the challenge she was laying out before the two of them. was it exactly the safest plan ? no, but when had they ever gone that route anyways ?

[umitvar]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: PAÇO IMPERIAL, THE INFIRMARY 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: PHAI SUPPASIT BOONRUANG 𝐓𝐎: OPEN STARTER ( 3 / 3 )

the infirmary is so chaotic that it reminds phai of lal qila. the terror from back then, how it choked, how helpless he felt. it has been long enough that he is more confident in his skills as a physician, though that truth does not make the panic ebb away. nurses, physicians, patients' loved ones, run from one place to another, the smell of blood metallic in the air, adrenaline swimming through his veins. although he is not a physician here, they let him help with patients nonetheless, and if there is someone he knows he needs help with, he does not shy away from asking it. when someone new enters the infirmary, phai is quick on his feet, eyes looking them over for any visible injuries. "hello, are you hurt?" his voice is gentle, panic pushed to the background, knowing calming your patient down is a vital step. "tell me what's wrong, and i will do my best to help."

[arcanepactguile]

@hellsgreatestperformance sent: 🌿

The Sinsmas music in the crowded bar was uplifting; if you overlooked the smells of vomit and spilt alcohol over in the vicinity of the bathrooms, the venue was for the most part not too bad. Nearly everyone were minding their own private affairs, drunk or sober.

Alastor had been merely tolerating the festivities rather than enjoying them, until he had spied a familiar face amongst the other bodies vying for attention from whoever would spare them more than a passing glance. The youth had crossed paths with the Radio Demon before, but sparingly, and almost always in a public place such as this one.

Holding his drink close to his chest as he made his way over, as careful to not trod on anybody’s toes as he was in defending his drink (mulled wine) from getting knocked out of his hand, when Alastor had finally caught up with Angel Dust, the Overlord had timed it so he had the other man backed up into the right spot for introductions. Purely an accident. It was difficult not to get swept up in the spirit of Sinsmas, especially when the mistletoe was hung practically everywhere. Angel couldn't blame him for making the honest mistake of coralling him underneath one of many traditional traps.

Raising his glass with a tip of his head, his gaze roving over the arachnid's choice of attire for the formal-slash-casual occasion, Alastor's admonishment was tongue-in-cheek, the sparkle in his predator’s slitted pupils casting a jaunty look to his admirer.

“It’s a surprise to find you here. Don't you have a date for Sinsmas?

If you’d like, I can oblige. Look where we are, for example. Don't you think we’d look the fools if we didn't observe tradition…? “

Looking up for effect, in case Angel didn't catch his drift, Alastor's eyes were pinned to the sprig of mistletoe hanging over the archway that they stood under, away from the bustling bar. The venue had a number of booths and alcoves for more private get-togethers: this being just one of them.

"We really need to stop meeting like this, you know. "

[lunarslice]

Languid movements advance as Jingliu catches a familiar sight, the face of an old friend. Normally, such meetings should create a smile on any person's face. The comfort of a friend, the lovely conversations that can be had. No. This wasn't that kind of meeting. It couldn't be.

She takes her time. Her lips move as if she had eons to speak. The woman chose words carefully, never mincing anything. Direct as an arrow, her face looks into the pools of sea-foam green before her.

❛ I didn’t think I would catch you so , quickly . What fortune has brought up on me ... Tell me , how have you been , @reversescale ? ❜

[motheress]

LIKE FOR A STARTER FROM SOPHIA (MOXXIE'S MOM)            liked     by   ;     @hazbinned 〞y  -  you     called    ?〝   Sophia     nervously     approaches   ,     finidng     it     rather     unusal     for Crimson     to     request     of     her     at     such     a     quiet     day     such     as     this   .

[tornsurvivors]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ][ the descendant of a deadeye 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ][ always watch your own back 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐂 ][ danger is a game for her 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒 ][ ride fast and live hard 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 ][ try me or run

[ironlvngs]

— CLOSED STARTER

who: @sassa-fiske where: bedroom 1

link walks down the hall, glancing at closed doors and looking through open ones, in hopes of finding sassa. after catching up with jacqui again, he had to ask where he could find certain people — and he still didn't understand exactly which bedroom it was, but at least he was walking down the right hallway. eventually, though, he catches a glimpse of her as he walks past an open door.

instead of politely knocking against the open door to alert her of his presence, link announces himself with a question. "how come your room looks nicer than mine?" he asks as he leans against the doorframe, a small grin painted on his lips as he eyeballs the room. eventually, his eyes land back on her, scanning every part of her — the way she had her hair done, what she was wearing... and he was beginning to realize that he might have missed seeing her more than he'd like to admit.

[scbrvght]

♡ open to: m/f/nb ♡ reid calloway - yacht chef

" do you really think that I want to be fucking other people ? " the words came out in a low, frustrated growl, as if he was getting tired of dancing around the truth. he couldn’t understand why they didn’t get it — why they couldn’t see that the last thing he wanted was to be distant, to be with anyone else. he didn’t know what else to say to make them understand, to make them see past assumptions about him based on what ? reputation ? he was tired. " if you genuinely think that then just fucking leave. " his frustration dropped to clear annoyance. how could they not see it ? it was written all over him, in the way he lingered just a little too long, in the way he always seemed to find his way back to them no matter what.

[kretina]

! longe do luau com @ SASHA.

@littlfrcak

havia encontrado conforto nas sombras, em como dentro delas era silencioso, calmo e mais, um ambiente que ela controlava. não tinha música alta, pessoas em alegria desnecessária, tampouco, monstros; os mesmos que continuava enxergando após ter saído do submundo, que seguiam aparecendo durante o sono, o pouco que conseguia descansar. katrina sabia que a experiência era regrada de traumas, de uma vivência que nunca havia tido (mesmo que fosse forte e tivesse passado por coisas semelhantes em níveis físicos), tampouco, poderia imaginar que perderia o juízo por isso, que vozes continuariam a perseguindo, que os olhos seguiriam atentos ao perigo, que todo o corpo não pudesse relaxar. estava sentada, abraçando os joelhos quando os olhos captaram um movimento, longe da festa que acontecia, que em seu ver, não tinha pedido por isso. conforme a presença se aproximava de onde estava, a reconhecia: sasha. tinha um assunto para tratar com ele, mesmo que não fosse o momento, precisava se livrar daquele peso; diferente do que agora ajudava a compor sua persona e não conseguia jogar fora, o que havia visto no filho de hades, poderia ser esclarecido. avançou um passo dentro das sombras, o suficiente para que seus olhos brilhassem como um gato no escuro, um outro passo e somente o rosto estava visível, todo o corpo ainda protegido nas sombras, escondendo-se. ، podemos conversar? o questionou.

[solbenoit]

this is a open starter!!

"Você já leu um conto clássico do Edgar Allan Poe chamado A Máscara da Morte Vermelha?" Começou a falar assim que sentiu a presença de MUSE atrás de si, ouvindo o som de galhos se quebrando aos passos alheios, anunciando que sua solidão opcional havia sido encerrada naquela noite macabra. "Se você nunca leu, talvez isso seja um pequeno spoiler, mas... Esse tipo de evento me faz lembrar desse conto. Várias pessoas ricas reunidas e alheias às mazelas externas, se isolando dos problemas, todos mascarados e a morte caminhando entre eles." O pequeno sorriso em seus lábios não era visível já que a selecionada de mantinha de costas para o visitante e a máscara muito bem colocada em seu rosto. A ideia de todos morrerem naquela noite a agradava, o mundo seria um lugar melhor sem as pessoas responsáveis pelos seus problemas ou que, no mínimo, se isentavam das responsabilidades e ignoravam os pedidos de ajuda da população. "Talvez nós mesmos tenhamos caminhado ao lado da morte hoje e não percebemos, o quão incrível isso não seria?" Seu tom macabro combinava com o ambiente ao seu redor, sentindo a brisa gélida da noite bagunçar suas madeixas escuras em um afago mórbido. "And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all."

[saintivcry]

he  didn’t  love  being  separated  from  riley,  he  had  gone  days  without  laying  eyes  on  his  sister  and  it  was  agony.  he  didn’t  know  if  she  was  safe  or  not,  but  eventually  they  were  reunited.  threatened.  somehow  they  were  now  here,  being  forced  to  live  side  by  side  with  these  people  who  appeared  to  be  from  another  time.  joshua  noticed  riley  being  whisked  away  to  join  the,  presumably,  leader  of  these  people,  and  his  stomach  dropped  again.  he  sat  in  front  of  a  fire,  trying  to  remember  all  the  things  that  riley  had  promised  them  that  they  each  could  do.  josh  took  a  sip  from  the  water  he’d  been  offered  and  watched  as  the  flames  danced  in  front  of  him,  one  by  one  they  were  collected  and  taken  into  houses,  places  to  stay.  their  new  homes.  josh  wiped  a  hand  down  his  face,  nobody  was  going  to  come  looking  for  them,  not  the  twins  at  least.  somebody  seemed  to  speak  to  him,  he  was  the  only  one  left  still  sat  at  the  fire,  when  he  didn’t  look  up,  they  spoke  again.  josh’s  jaw  clenched,  “  my  name  is  joshua.  where  is  riley?  ”