#☾ interactions

[dilan-aydem]

Who: @mcrcosantosWhere: Anderson, Scott & Ruiz

Dilan looked up from her computer as the door to her office opened and a man stepped in. A professional smile blossomed on her lips. This must be Marcos Santos, her next meeting on the calendar and one of her first clients since moving to Briar Ridge and starting over. "Hello, you must be Marcos Santos. I'm Dilan Aydem and I'm hoping to help you out." She gestured for him to take a seat opposite her desk. "Can I get you anything before we get started? Any water, coffee or something else?"

[dilan-aydem]

Dilan didn't know much about sports if she was completely honest with herself. They barely caught her attention and even when she gave them a chance, they barely retained her attention. So, this basketball game was no exception and she only found herself watching it because her brother was playing and he had asked her to show up and support him. However, her brother lost all of her attention when a girl entered the game and got hit smack in the head with a ball. The crowd audibly gasped, and Dilan found herself just as reactive. That looked like it hurt. She rose from her seat on the bleachers and approached the girl on the ground with a few other concerned people. "Are you alright? Don't get up too fast." She told the girl, not wanting her to try to get up and faint.

Location: Briar Ridge Rec Centre Starter for: Open

Did she know the first thing about Basketball? Other than it revolved around an orange ball and two hoops, Lia was completely clueless but as she stood at the side of the court, she at least tried to pretend she knew what was going on. Football, soccer, ice hockey, even baseball she would've been fine but as her brother bounced the orange ball on the ground, she couldn't help but wish he had given her some kind of cue cards so she could at least clap at the right time.

"They just move so fast.." Speaking to no one in particular. Her eyes widened as her brother hobbled off of the court. "You need to take my place, I have to get ice for my ankle." With little time to argue, Lia found herself on the court, not even knowing who's team she was on without shirts or bibs. "I can do this, I can do this, I can-- mother fucker." As the ball connected with the side of her head, the whistle blew and Lia tumbled to the ground. "This is so not my idea of fun."

[crsssie]

dearest deity - leon kennedy x deity!reader (inspo by chesue)

Leon has a set routine that he has grown used to. He wakes up, and he prepares fruit from the garden for the small temple his family has passed down to him, two peaches placed at the altar before he goes back to prepare his own breakfast.

His family has passed down the art of worshipping a forgotten deity— one whose marble statue has chipped and grown covered in vines. Yet, Leon follows the routine, singing hymns in the temple at noon, tending and snipping the herbs that grow beautifully around the marble, blue eyes stuck to the beauty of the forgotten god that only his family tended to.

How lonely they must be.

At sunset, he lights the four candles at the foot of the statue by the altar, lowering himself onto his knees, whispering a prayer passed down for centuries in his house, eyes closed and heart still as he chants.

Typically, he finishes the prayer and the four candles go out on their own.

This time, however, he finishes and the candles stay lit.

He wonders if he should try again to pray, but as he opens his mouth to start again, two snakes slither from both sides, curling up the body of the statue as a comet passes in the sky, and Leon is startled to the ground. He falls backward, watching as a glow of gold erupts from the statue as the snakes turn into the same marble, and the altar cracks, tablet in the front sliding down as a shadow is revealed.

The body.

A body.

Someone opens their eyes from the inside of the altar.

You open your eyes from the inside of the altar.

"Where... am I?"

Leon would recognize that face anywhere, and at that moment, all he can do is thank the skies above for what is about to be graced with.

"Oh, sweet heavens of health." He whispers. "Do forgive this mere human for what he is about to do."

He takes a step closer, offering his hand to you, his veil sliding down his hair.

"Welcome to earth, dearest deity. This mere worshipper greets you."

You blink down at Leon slowly, tilting your head.

"The heavens greet you, kind man. Pray tell, what you wished to receive from a minor god of healing?"

"Nothing." He breathes.

God, if he could keep worshipping you for the rest of his life, then he would be fine.

"Nothing at all, dearest deity."

[riri-suke]

Honestly, while being harmful in a sexual/provocative manner is fun, I do not find myself to be truly entertained by it. It bores me. Why torment you when you are going to be rewarded with pleasure in the end, anyway? I want you tears, your terror, not your joy. I want you to be miserable. You have the audacity to even think of asking me to cause you pain, for suffering, why call me cruel when I give it to you, raw and in all its glory? I want to see you fight, to resist. To cry, to scream, to yell. The sight of you hanging or with a bullet through your head, caused by your own hand, and by your own will, would be so much more deliciously satisfying.

(I can already hear the people screaming at me for being evil. well would you look at that? Water is wet. how unexpected.)

[engelsindleuchtfeuer]

for: anyone! (cap of 4!) (2/4) event: Pumpkin Palooza @cardinalstart

Ludwig stood behind his booth; a warm smile etched onto his face. He surveyed the vibrant festival that was bustling around him. The crisp air carried a scent of pumpkin and nutmeg. While crisp, he was still able to keep warm by hovering his hands near the steam that was billowing from the pot of traditional German Glühwein. Pumpkins, hay bales and various other booths were scattered about, a perfect backdrop to the laughter and music mingling in the air. For three years now, he had been happy to call this festival, the Pumpkin Palooza, his favorite event of the year. Each year he shared a piece of his German heritage with the community. Every time he became a little more familiar to the locals and he reveled in this sense of belonging.

He waited for someone to approach and reflected on the faces that he'd come to know and love -- people who returned year after year, eager for a taste of the sweet, comforting beverage. Ludwig wore his traditional Pumpkin Palooza attire; a cozy vest over a white shirt, accented with a colorful fall colored scarf. It fluttered in the wind as he wiped his hands on an orange checkered cloth.

The Pumpkin Palooza was in full swing and a familiar pang of anticipation stirred inside of him as he scanned the crowd. He hoped to see some regulars today -- exhausted parents in search of a warm drink, friends perusing for free samples and perhaps a few new faces.

Then he spotted someone who appeared to be coming towards him. Ludwig gave a nod of his head, calling out with a friendly smile "Hey! You know you want some of this spiced German wine, come give it a taste!"

[botanikos]

Hey, can I have your attention for just a moment? Yes? FANTASTIC!

Here we go then —

I want to take a moment and just. . . . Shine a light on a few things. And by a few things, I mean you all! Now, I have 1 rule about this post: You Cannot Compliment Me In The Replies. Full stop. This post is about YOU!

That being out of the way, I want to let you all know how much I appreciate each and every one of you! I have made some amazing friends since I started this blog, and it has been an incredible ride so far! Honestly, I never intended to be here but am so glad I am! Coming onto this blog makes my days a little easier, a little brighter, and especially so during the ones that feel a bit darker and harder to get through.

I want you to know something: I think your writing is INCREDIBLE! The amount of passion and depth I see everyone pouring into their muses is staggering! There is so much fun to be had reading your words and interacting with you [ and to those I am mutuals with but have limited to no interactions with yet. . . I am so sorry! Believe it or not, I am an anxious person and am actually admiring you from afar ] ! Not a day goes by where I don't gasp, laugh, or smile at something on my dashboard. The variety, the nuances — and I've met so many kind people!

There are truly no words. The ones above feel so little in comparison to the big feelings I have! I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you! Please never lose your spark, remember to have fun, and do your best not to doubt yourselves or the potential you harbor!

And thank you — thank you so much for visiting my little blog and choosing to stay with me through the chaos!

Much love from yours truly, Jude ☆

[dilan-aydem]

Who: @ofxinnocencewrites Where: The park

After it came time to take off your mask and reveal your identity, the last thing Dilan expected was for the man who she had danced with earlier to come up to her and take off his mask. She had been coming from the date she'd been paired with earlier that night and hadn't expected to run into the man again. What she expected less than that was for him to ask to see her again, and what's more for her to agree. But she did. And here Dilan found herself waiting in the park for Ashraf to walk his dog with him. Practice for her own dog one day he had joked. Just as she was checking her phone again, she saw them approaching and smiled up at him. "So you two made it." She greeted.

[dilan-aydem]

Dilan was taking an early lunch since she had a meeting with a client during their own lunch time from their job. So, she found herself sitting in Luther's with a book in hand as she slowly ate her lunch. Though, it seemed that even with an early lunch the restaurant was still fairly crowded. However, any thought of a comfortable lunch with a break from people was ruined the second a man sat down. Apparently a very cocky man. Dilan looked up from her book, dark eyes taking in the man as he slid comfortably into the booth without her even answering him. "Hello." Dilan finally spoke, saying the word slowly as if to prompt the man to use some basic manners. She glanced down to her soup and salad combo and then back up to him, leaning back in her chair. She raised an eyebrow at him, and allowed her attention to go back to the book. "You do know there are a few other tables that are still open where you might be more comfortable, right?" She murmured, her gaze on the book so maybe he'd get the hint.

LOCATION: Luther's Rare and Well Done WHEN: Sunday, just before midday FOR: Open (capping at 4)

It was something of a metaphor, really. Sitting down at a random table that was already occupied with a cup of tea, looking for tea. He really could have begun his search for intel on the town anywhere, but what better way than to start in his eyes than at the local diner, owned and operated by Cameron Bishop. There was the benefit of having a connection with the owner, and the fact that it was hella busy and full of locals. Not busy enough that he couldn't get his own table, but.. what good would that do? "It's pretty packed in here, huh? Mind if I join?" In typical Carter fashion, he didn't even wait for a response as he casually slid into the booth, took a deliberate sip of his tea, and then rested the cup on the table, completely unfazed. "What did you get?" He asks, leaning forward to inspect their plate before shifting his gaze to meet theirs. "Does it taste as good as it looks?"

[desiredrivcn]

jing yuan, sipping his tea because he knows a certain trailblazing archivist bites and will bribe one out of him.

[lycancursed]

LET ME WRITE U A STARTER: tap the heart for a starter of varying length. Those I have no threads with will get priority.

Note: The length will vary based on inspiration. I may contact you to do light plotting. Multi-muses, please specify a muse. You can choose multiple muses, BUT CHOOSE.

[dilan-aydem]

Was this really what living in this town was like? That Dilan could visit the beach any time she wanted? It kind of felt like it was too good to be true. But here she was enjoying the beach in February on a random day. Of course it wasn't too hot yet, and she was more clothed than she was used to on past visits to the beach. But it was still refreshing. Dilan had decided to forgo one coffee shop she liked reading to read at the beach. Looking up from her book, she let the woman list her treasures. "Is it a nice necklace at least?" Dilan asked.

location: briar beach pier open starter

It had been an impulse buy she had done after a bad break up some years ago, and while she had her sunday off she decided to give it a whirl, seeing as returning it was not going to be believable anymore. It was quite fun, waving the metal detector around across the sand, digging out various of items already, though most of it were cans. "Can you believe what they leave behind?" She said aloud to someone nearby, never having issues with starting a random conversation. "I've already found five beer cans, one can of pepsi, one earring and a necklace. Insane."

[jojoslittleadventure]

agere kars moodboard ⋅˚.⋆☾⁺₊ ‧

[the-end-headmates]

Hello! I would like to request a brainmade headmate who holds BPD and/or DPD for the system! Other roles welcome. Preferably non-human, namely an angel, demon, alien, anthro animal, or object head. And preferably genderqueer and a gay man and/or a lesbian.

We'd like them to be themed around weirdcore with an aesthetic that's a mix of emo and jirai kei! Pink, white, and black for the color scheme. I'd like it to be a complex level (no need for source relation, typing quirk, or level of communication).

Here are some emojis for inspiration: 👁️🔪🎞️🌀🩷🍄💥🎵

Thank you!

~ @headmate-ideas

⋆⁺₊⋆ Request For @headmate-ideas ⋆⁺₊⋆

- ☾ - Name : Void / Spiral

- ☾ - Age : 21

- ☾ - Pronouns : He/Hymn/Lyric/Pop

- ☾ - Sexuality : Lesbian

- ☾ - Gender : Genderqueer / Gendervoid

- ☾ - Picrew :

- ☾ - Roles : BPD Holder , DPD Holder ,

- ☾ - Species : Angel / Object Head

⋆⁺₊⋆ Medium ⋆⁺₊⋆

- ☾ - Likes : Puns , Friends , Watching Movies , Old Horror , ARGs , Punk Music , Art

- ☾ - Dislikes : Being Alone , Being Talked Over , Indie Music

⋆⁺₊⋆ Complex ⋆⁺₊⋆

- ☾ - Personality Traits : A bit insecure , generally cheerful , a bit unsettling , loves puns , closed off at first , obsessive when it comes to hobbies or interests

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ The End ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆

[antiqsvchotic-arch]

@he11sprncss liked for a starter

she  didn't  blink  once,  but  twice.  “what  do  you  mean  i  have  to  stay  put?”

[dilan-aydem]

Dilan sent him a smirk as she surveyed the crowd and chewed on his comment. "Ah, don't tell me you're trying to say that people will ultimately get up to no good with the power of the mask?" She teased, her eyes widening in a mock shock behind her own mask. "What kind of scandalous things do you see happening tonight when that dawns on people then?" Dilan asked.

She sipped the drink, and though she wasn't sure exactly what she was drinking, Dilan knew she enjoyed it. Dark eyes flickered back to the man. "Really?" She asked, genuine surprise in her voice. "You just seem like this isn't your first masquerade. Not with the way you were talking earlier." But something stood out to her and she turned back. "Wait, event planner. Does that mean you are behind tonight?" Dilan inquired. "I like dancing, but I'm not very good at it. You can take me out for a spin if you don't mind that I probably will end up stepping on your toes." Dancing like that, in frame and so close to someone was something she hadn't done much in her life and Dilan knew she'd end up fumbling it with some stepped on toes.

"The night's still young," Zey couldn't help but to tease back, smirk on his lips as the mystery woman offered a playful response to his approach. The movement of her dress had caught his gaze once again and it was wild to him that she'd actually been standing there all on her lonesome. Though, it had seemed as though she were scoping out the lay of the land. "Plenty of time for shame to take ahold after people realize the power of a mask."

When she took the offered drink Zey joined the mystery beauty in a drink and nodded as she responded to his question. "I have to be honest, it's my first masquerade as well. When the event planner suggested it I thought it was a great idea. It's been nice for sure, but I've mostly been mingling." Unable to resist, Isaiah's green eyes dipped down her dress once again. "Are you into dancing? Can I take you for a spin out there?"

[riri-suke]

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to throw a little puppy into a white room, for the sake of white room torture. I would wait months for them to break, just to reap the sweet fruit that is a blank slate to paint upon what would be my most wonderful masterpiece. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡