#﹝✧ 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 ? "

[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. ❞

[siiinfully]

OPEN. for: m potential connections: friends, dating, apartment neighbors, etc. basic plot: raised in the Rus.ka R.oma after her father's murder at the hands of the J.oker, she has come to G.otham to seek revenge not only on him but also on the city's mafia kings.

"...don't do this."

Her accent slipped for a moment, and instead of the American she was supposed to be, she sounded more Russian. Her real self. She'd worn a mask for so long that it was easy to forget who she was.

But not what she was there to do.

Her fingers gripped her gun tighter, the insane laughter from the bound man behind him echoing in her ears.

The same laughter she heard before the gunshot.

"Don't take this away from me. It's all I have left."

A soft click, the sound of the safety being flicked off.

"...I will finish this. One way or another."

[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~"

[flamesignite]

His back hurts, right now.

[ncvabcrn]

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

[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 .

[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.

[devilsprophet]

There’s a loud, sudden sneeze as Astor shuffles over to a newly brewed kettle of tea. He sniffs, but it is a useless effort, his nose far too plugged up to allow any airflow at all. Its only reward is a nice wet cough.

“Fuck you,” he grumbles to his own body before pouring a cup of hot tea.

It seems the seer is not having a very good day.

[heartscfvalor]

The child peeks out. She's not supposed to be out this late past her bedtime...but she's such a curious little creature.

[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”