#☼ ꒰ open ꒱

[ninctailcd]

A delicate looking hand, with slender fingers wrapped around a folded fan, tapped the accessory gently to her chin, subtly studying the entity from a fair distance. For all the world, she looked the part of a mere spectator, as if a theater-goer enjoying actors strut about on a stage.

But as soon as one of them moved in a way she didn't like... Her gaze sharpened. Deep brown became icy and silver-gray in a flash, her hand tightening imperceptibly around the fan. She itched to extend her claws. Itched to strike.

But she held herself back, continuing to watch.

Will they dare...?

Another move, and they'd be done for.

And lo and behold, there it was. A slow nod, as if disappointed. As if already concocting a thousand and one ways to eviscerate this absolute moron. The fan slid up, and plump lips moved subtly, irises shimmering like the surface of water as she cast her spell, and with a flick of a wrist, the fan flicked open, revealing art of mountains delicately painted.

With elegant, fluid movements, she sent the fan flying, the accessory cleanly slicing off the offender's head like a knife through butter. After what seemed like an eternity, blood, black as pitch, began to flow from the slice as the fan returned to her hand, the edges gleaming like a razor.

[venuscheered]

' anyone else get a weird vibe about patrick ? i don't understand him . '

[patricks-hockstetters-lighter]

Drunken confessions

The night had started off pretty chill.. well for a party that is. music playing, teens chatting/drinking and Bethany had just spent it talking away to Sawyer (which her brother would kill him for if he found out). but after a few drinks and a few guys looking her way she eventually lost Sawyer in the growing crowd that was Marilyn's party. she was swept away and dazed the music not helping with her growing headache but as the clock struck midnight (how perfect) she bumped into the boy she wanted to see the most. Sawyer who had been standing awkwardly in a corner half the time with a red solo cup, turned to look at her flushed cheeks and and dopey smile. "sawyerrrr! I missed ya!" she hick-ups out as she leans against him face practically dive bombing into his chest as she slumped against him. her arms going to wrap around the skinny boys neck as she giggled into his shoulder. "where were youuuuu?!" she says very loudly even with the blaring speakers playing. she hadn't even drunk that much she was just…. a bit of a light weight.

@rockfailure @fauxfinale

[preeningpisces]

the devil took hold of me & forced my hand

[feuerwizard]

Open Starter for all mutuals || Silly drunk Caleb inspired by this video

The potent effects of the many, many ales he had consumed throughout the evening were quite apparent in the deep, rosy flush that spread across Caleb's freckled cheeks, giving him a charmingly disheveled appearance. His ginger hair tousled and unkempt, evidence of a carefree state so unlike his usual brooding demeanor. With each slurred word, his thick accent became even more pronounced, a result of his lowered inhibitions. "You see," he explained passionately for what was likely the third or fourth tangent in the span of an hour, "it is all about the somatic components." His hand gestured wildly as he continued to ramble on, completely enthralled by his own thoughts and theories. "Magic is a lot like cats," Caleb trailed off, losing his line of thought very quickly, perhaps growing a bit distracted simply thinking of cats instead. "I’m… I’m not entirely sure where I was going with that, but it made perfect sense within my head."

[cursedvessels]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ open to ALL !! relationship: strangers/acquaintances perhaps someone with supernatural connections brought as a safe space for shimi's first human encounter plot ·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ Shimi's first contact with a real human being, face-to-face, and breath-to-breath. Although they've been in human minds, heard about humans, seen possession occur, they've never been given their own human form to possess and, therefore, have never gotten to speak to a human, let alone be in the same room as one...take this with a grain of salt if your muse is supernatural in some way, totally fine if they're only part-human or something of the like... <3 As far as I'm concerned he's really only ever been around other jinn, demons, gods, angels, and creatures like that...y/m could be supernaturally connected/know his kin/etc OR if y/m is just a standard human maybe they've sort of stumbled into this situation whether offered some quick cash in a pinch or something else entirely...up to you!!

Silence spread between them. Silence that felt deeper than the greatest canyon. It sunk into the atmosphere, ate away at any noise that tried to penetrate it. It seemed, for a moment, almost so silent that one could hear one's own heartbeat...and perhaps even the heartbeat of another, the blood moving through one's veins, the heavy pressure against one's lungs as the diaphragm expanded and contracted. Eir eyes locked onto the other's, chin resting neatly against their newly acquired limbs as e eyed them from the other side of the glass--a safe distance. But was the safety for eir sake? Or for the other's?

"I've never been this close to a human before," he admitted in a low tone, the only words to break the silence and yet it hardly felt like breaking it at all. It was almost as though their voice simply...melted away into the same silence that had been bringing the other closer to begin with. It drew them in, made them want to get closer. Lavender hues bore holes into the other's head, studying their internal temperatures, their very soul...What made humans tick? They were trying their very best to understand by o b s e r v i n g. The next question that came was likely a little confusing without context, but Shimi was still learning proper communication.

"What's it like?"

[moshebehar]

SETTING ― Latte Love, afternoon ! AVAILABILITY ― Open ! ( Capping at 4 ) !

It was peaceful. That had been Moshe’s initial impression of Blue Harbor when he’d finally taken the plunge that following Nilay halfway across the world had warranted. There was really no telling whether he'd make the decision to leave any time soon― he doubted his perpetual wanderlust would pull him away from Blue Harbor considering the fact that he seemed to find more and more reasons to stay with every passing day. It wasn’t as though he had a deep aversion to packing up and leaving if that was something that needed doing— it was more that his time in the United States had offered him a freedom he’d not yet allowed himself to experience in life and he was all too willing to take advantage of it as long as he possibly could. Freedom that had found him, at that present moment, shifting in a cafe chair outside of Latte Love, grading papers for the most recent assignment he'd given his first year students. 

“Ah, good try, mate,” Moshe found himself murmuring under his breath as he wrote a few detailed comments beneath the final paragraph of the paper in question. He admired the effort his students were willing to put into their work and hoped it was in part due to even the barest hint of respect they’d developed for him since he’d become their teacher. He found himself blinking owlishly at the sight of a phone number scribbled at the end of one of his student’s papers and shook his head firmly as an almost startled laugh erupted from him just loud enough to catch the attention of someone near him. He raised a hand and smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry about that– I hope I didn’t startle you. Perhaps you can help me? What’s a fellow to do to turn a student down incredibly gently when they seem to have a crush on him? I’m really quite concerned I’ll accidentally reduce her to tears or something.”

[satocidal]

་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖The Insides ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖

་ ، ˖ ࣪ Drafts ࣪ ་ :-

(In order of preference)

Miscumunication (Nanami kento x Reader)

Warnings: slightly ooc because I’m not used to him lmao, power play? Partial exhibitionism

Lost the Bet Again, loser?(Shoko+Satoru+Suguru x Reader (foursome))

Warnings: just filth. Pure filth, nothing but sex MDNI

What Happens in vegas, Stays in Vegas (Geto Suguru x reader)

Warnings: smut!!MDNI!! Strangers married overnight because vegas marriages don’t last, so they?

˖ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ Requests ࣪ ་ ˖:-

For anon : Hades! Sukuna x Persephone! Reader

For anon: jealous! Suguru x reader (possible threesome)

Ongoing Pieces:-

Clan Leader Gojo Satoru

Unfortunately Yours (Gojo x Reader)

[fauxfinale-moved]

class was going by painfully slow ... 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 . of course she'd never actually say that .

instead , the cheerleader mindlessly drums her fuzzy pen on her note book .

[avrorean]

Whatever else she might have said, the words kept swallowing themselves back down by the time the Warden started to open her mouth. She just kept staring at the wood over the hole, confused and concerned.

"For my sake, please tell me they are doing something....after this."

[ninctailcd]

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[venuscheered]

' if you haven't had a phase where you have a crush on henry bowers , you're lying to yourself . '

[patricks-hockstetters-lighter]

The Halloween Party

The night is still young in the eyes of all the teens crowded around the kissing bridge, a mighty inconvenience for anyone driving through.

Bethany however is sorta…. Bored.. she’s been looking around for almost half an hour trying to find the man she desperately wants to kiss. The first one was so sweet she can’t help but want another… and another… and another.

normally she could find sawyer SNAP like that. But today was Halloween, he could be anyone. He could be the penguin or the vampire or the three clowns she’s seen walking around shitfaced.

She sighs as some of her female friends talk away about boys they wanna hook up with and how fucked they wanna get. She just daydreams about sawyer.

god he’s changed her.

her thoughts suddenly get interrupted

@fauxfinale @rockfailure

[feuerwizard]

@seeliecourt asked: "#amnesia: send is suffering from amnesia & doesn't recognize receiver." // tagged appropriately starters;; open

Despite  all  their  knowledge  and  experience,  the  two  wizards  should  have  known  better  by  now  than  to  venture  off  on  dangerous  treks  alone.  While  they  are  highly  skilled  in  magic,  the  unpredictable  nature  of  their  surroundings  always  held  a  small  percentage  of  risk  that  could  potentially  lead  to  disaster.  Disasters  like  today,  when  an  incredibly  close  battle  leaves  his  partner  temporarily  unconscious.

“Essek!”  With  a  sense  of  urgency,  Caleb  rushes  to  the  drow's  side,  heart  pounding  in  his  chest.  He  gently  lifts  an  injured  Essek  into  his  arms,  cradling  him  close  as  he  waits  for  those  familiar  violet  eyes  to  open  and  meet  his  own.  When  they  finally  do,  he  cannot  help  the  sigh  of  relief  that  falls  from  his  lips. “Schieße,”  he  curses  under  his  breath,  gripping  him  tighter.  “Are  you  alright?  I  was  worried  about  you.”

[cursedvessels]

open to all !! pre-established relationship: friend, acquaintance, staff at the circus, circus attendee, etc -> open to ideas ! plot: shimi's being unusually quiet, deflective, a bit of turmoil slipping through his so sunny façade, it's obvious something's bothering em and your muse is determined to get to the bottom of it

"I'm fine," Shimi states plainly, flashing an unconvincing smile to the other. Eyes narrow a little thoughtfully, though they keep that smile plastered to their lips as they sit up a little straighter. They straighten their jacket next, shifting a little in their seat--perhaps uncomfortable with the topic of conversation being turned on em.

"Why do you ask? And keep asking?" There is no hostility or frustration in eir words, merely curiosity and mild confusion, perhaps even a bit of worry. Did e seem unhappy?

"Is my answer not to your liking?"

[thyunalloyed]

Boops you and runs away!