#* closed starters.

[bodyhorrorsa]

@roznrot liked for a starter ★

          ❛❛   You are very pretty.   ❜❜     She says out of nowhere, mumbling in Russian as she struggles to open the package of chips she clutches in both hands. She squints at the bag, before raising it to her mouth.     ❛❛   Beautiful hair.   ❜❜     She adds, using her teeth to pry the crinkling bag open. Doritos spill out, making Nana blink before plucking one out of her frizzy blonde hair. She pops it into her mouth before offering one to the other with a tilt to her head.

[antiivarook]

@venombloom starter. c

"So, how does a Crow of De Riva house end up at the centre of the rising of two elven gods, anyway?" To say that Kiran was interested in this whole situation was an understatement. Crow contracts involved assasinating normal everyday people but not ancient gods. It sounded...fasinating truthfully. Kiran couldn't help but inquire. It would be different from the usual stuff; politicians, slavers, venitori...elven gods would really spice it up. "That... I don't think any of us will be able to top that..."

[bird77]

there’s not enough pink lipgloss in the world to stop this feeling                   and, despite fighting it as hard as she can, there’s a big frown on display. even worse, john knows her far too well. the girls do, too … even though she swatted everyone away, it’s fine, i’m cool, just tired, everyone probably felt this fling crumbling. ava? she’s been sensing that doom for a while now, but she couldn’t help but bask in the sort of honeymoon phase. oh, sweet ava   … “ i’m sorry for freezing you out … ”   which is, frankly, an exaggeration. she stares into her latte, she wonders if he feels the same, and she completely avoids eye contact. there’s no confidence in her voice, no, it shakes and she punctuates with sighs : “ i guess i’ve just been kind of thinking   …   and i feel like you know what’s up. ”

@playspuck

[relicwhisperer]

@rookedcrow liked for a starter!

"I really appreciate you coming to help me with these artifacts," bellara could barely keep still. excitement, mixed with anxiety buzzed through her, "Since all this started, Arlathan hasn't been the same. Unpredictable...but it's exciting..."

[huntrhaunta]

you look different, marcy. look at your hands, look at your face.   they quiver, they twitch, they clench their fists, they try to let go of the feeling. but it’s so deep inside, they can’t quite locate it. they can’t even properly identify it. it feels heavy. they drag their feet, but they’re quick                   safety, home, mina, is closer and closer. they can see a faint glow. it’s the kitchen window, open, with mina mulling about. footsteps pick up, though exhaustion eats away at their poor muscles. marcy can’t describe what they saw. they just remember the feeling of terror. something in the floorboards, something oozing from the walls, the shattering of glass and a stinging pain across the chest. fingers feel the wounds. deep, bleeding, burning. they don’t know how they got here, even. they pulled up to the house in their car, with their supplies, with a semblance of where they were, and the next thing they remember is   … “ fuck, fuck, my keys. no keys. fuck, ahhh, ” hands fumble around for the carabiner that’s usually hooked to their belt loop. but, nothing. fist against wood, faint and tired                   they try to knock harder but can barely muster the strength. their stomach begins to rumble and turn. they don’t know how long they’ve been gone. and all they can think is �� mina’s going to be so pissed for missing dinner. ’ another knock, more frantic, more desperate. they’re bleeding onto their porch. they clutch their stomach, covering the wound, trying to self-soothe. weakly : “ mina, please let me in. fuck. mina. ”

@deatheless

[fromsaudades]

from the shadowed corners of the colony house, maude lingered, pressed against the wall, a cup of moonshine in her hand. despite her composed exterior, she was a deeply introverted soul, her energy swiftly depleted by the sheer number of people in the room. yet, she was never one to display this discomfort or stir any discord—maude never moved against the grain. still, tonight, the weight of the crowd felt heavier, slowly dragging her down, each new conversation an invisible burden.

when her eyes met erin’s by chance, she offered a small, acknowledging toast. "makes me feel a bit better knowing you're here," she remarked, her tone laced with dry humor. "do you have any idea how many accidents i’ve watched nearly unfold tonight?" she chuckled softly, the sound almost drowned by the ongoing noise.

the answer, of course, was far too many to count. / @horrorismx

[sunshinesfm]

𓍼⋆⊹ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 : @adrivns.

" okay, wait. just. stop talking for a second. " alyssa made him pause what he was saying for a moment so that way she was able to process everything that adrian was saying. " please start over and say this from the beginning. because you were doing a whole lot of yapping just now and seemingly going on a whole rant. so, i just want to make sure that i'm hearing this correctly. " she simply stated before gesturing for adrian to continue on speaking once more. " go on. i'm all ears now. "

[goofily-moved]

☆ closed starter for @johnnysslaughter ･ﾟ: *

       Her hips swing as she makes her way into the dimly lit bar, her dark red lipstick-coated lips curved up at the corners in a demure smile as she makes her way to the counter. She sits on a stool delicately, poised and pretty as she waits for the bartender to notice her. She orders a simple whiskey on the rocks,  &  sips on it as her dark eyes scan the bar's sparse crowd for her next potential victim. Her gaze meets with an attractive brunette man's, and Rosemary's smile softens in the perfect mimicry of bashfulness before she ducks her head in a deceptively shy manner.  The bait has been cast,  &  now she simply waits with ravenous anticipation for him to take it. 

[bloody-ugly]

“ and you’re from                   ??? ” spoken after a sip from a glass, punctuated with loud lip smacking. platform boots, the scent of aquanet, the heat of a throbbing dance floor just sparkling off bodies that flicker through the strobe. tiff, for a fleeting moment, comes off as accusatory and territorial                   “ never seen you around here ”                   but she says so with a smile at the end, while a free hand extends a martini, a welcoming present.

@wickdcreatures

[swervdcity-arc]

‘ you’ve got a lot of nerve. ’ repeated like a curse or the worst mantra on planet earth. clenched fists, seeing red, grinding teeth and thirsting for blood. victoria isn’t a brute. victoria isn’t imposing. victoria may be one vengeful, vindictive bitch, but she’s never been one to be the shark sniffing for blood in the water. but this time ? she wants to even the playing field. regardless of the giants that’ll be out on the ice tonight, she knows she’ll be pulling teeth and leaving shiners. ‘ stay outta the crease, motherfucker. i will saw your right hand off with my fucking skate so you can never jerk off to your reflection ever again. ’ there’s always a left hand, victoria   …   but she understands how annoying it is to properly jerk off with a non-dominant hand. a grin.       holding a grudge closer than she’s ever held anyone                   fuck you, dallas. fuck you for what you did. the sound of a cracking stick is still fresh in her mind. she can see elliot crumbling onto the ice, writhing around, and coming back up with a split face. the poor pretty boy had his goods damage, and for once, he almost didn’t get hit on at the pub afterparty. almost.       the cool chill of a fresh sheet of ice, shocking her out of the sickening warm sweat she’s breaking                   her pregame ritual is running on the treadmill at an incline and making sure she’s hot and ready. and she sure is. hair in two long braids, draping over her shoulders, lips puckered with a strawberry chapstick. eyebrows press together, sneer prods at her lip, and she’s got her signature gameface on                   a stone cold glare with barely bared fangs. cold glare never leaves, even as she reaches the ice. straight to the rink, searching for the blood in the water. she gets her usual shoulder pats and kind hello’s, but she keeps walking. she doesn’t even harass hector. skate blade hits the ice, and she’s flying off, making her usual rounds. calm, easy, keeping her eyes peeled for the fucking brick wall. ah. hard to miss. stick in hands, eyes scanning as the rest of the brumbies congregate for a pregame skate.       “ hey, dallas, you nervous for your first brumbies game, eh ? ” a voice rising above the sounds of skates and pucks hitting plexiglass. victoria almost cracks a smile. striding up to him, stick in both hands, daggers fixed right on him. if looks could kill   …   tough, poised, ready to strike. what an asshole. exuding testosterone, looking like a GI Joe from this view. stick taps lightly against his leg as she adds : “ i know you juice, bud                   i can smell it off you. try to control your ‘roid rage   …   maybe you’ll get some actual ice time. ” / @fuckedprophet

[fl4y-archived]

          Carmen tilts her head when she spots Jude sitting alone, and is quick to make her way over to the other girl, offering a crooked smile as she approaches.     ❛❛   Hope you don't mind some company.   ❜❜     She drawls, sighing softly as she sits beside Jude, kicking her feet out so her legs are stretched straight. It feels nice to take a little break, the arcade had been so crazy all afternoon...     ❛❛   You've been so quiet today, is... Something up?   ❜❜     She asks, tone quiet, as she's not wanting to be invasive. She's quick to hold her hands up.      ❛❛   It's totally cool if you don't want to talk about it, we can just... Sit here.   ❜❜     @j0ysticks

[bodyhorrorsa]

@spotlitez gets a trixie !

             ❛❛   Let me get this straight-   ❜❜     She sits up, running her fingers through her slightly disheveled hair. She wets her lips and huffs.      ❛❛   You know what I am, and you're still...   ❜❜     Trixie glances his way, her brows furrowing before she rolls her eyes.     ❛❛   You're stupid, has anyone ever called you that? Because you are.   ❜❜     Still, she's filled with a strange warmth she hasn't felt since her heart beat. 

[antiivarook]

@geracht starter. c

There was always a funny thing about meeting people from Varric's past. It was almost as if she was dealing with myths or urban legands, ghosts from a time long ago where things were different. Anders, he was no exception. In fact, he was probably a bigger mystery than most people Varric spoke about. Funny how no one else could seem to pinpoint where the mage had gone since those events in Kirkwall. But Kiran couldn't believe it. It was like unraveling a mystery because she was now face to face with that very mage and it was... well, she didn't know what to say. "...You know, Varric spoke a great deal about you...although, I don't know how much of it is true or not..." At least, she could talk about their common ground. Their shared friendship with Varric. "I sometimes don't know if what he says is an exaggeration or genuine truth...Things about Hawke...and others..."

[scrunchie-archived]

closed starter for: @wkdys ! ･ﾟ: *

       Her arms cross over her chest, her glossed lips forming a soft, petulant pout as Kitty plops down on the sofa with a delicate huff. She sits there for a moment  &  when Athens doesn't immediately look at her, she huffs again, glaring at him from the corner of her eye.     ❛❛   I can't believe you.   ❜❜     She admonishes, dark brows furrowed, her scowl deepening.     ❛❛   That girl at the mall was totally hitting on you...   ❜❜     

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy . Theo's family gets bigger

The Baudelaires had been in New York for a few days now, living in the house of their new guardian: Theodore Beneventi. New York reminded Violet of the town where she grew up, only bigger. Much, much bigger.

Mr. Beneventi, who had told them they could call him Theo, seemed like their most normal guardian so far. For starters, he was not afraid of turning on the stove, which was very nice, because it meant the Baudelaires could enjoy a warm meal for the first time in a few weeks. There were no snakes in the house either, which, to be fair, was to be expected. And of course, here, they were not ordered to do horribly long and difficult chores.

The other thing that differed from their last guardians, was that Theo already had a family. He had a wife, Andrea, two sons, and a baby daughter, who was already getting along great with Sunny.

Violet felt like their luck might have finally turned. Even the terrifying shadow of Count Olaf didn't seem as scary, considering that Theo was an FBI agent. She did not usually consider herself lucky, not since the terrible fire that had killed her parents, at least. But for the first time in months, she was feeling much more hopeful than usual.

And, it's with that noteworthy hopefulness that she left the room she shared with her siblings, and tip-toed to the kitchen. It was still early in the morning, but she was awake and craving a glass of milk.

"Good morning," she said politely when she saw that the kitchen area wasn't empty. Theo was already there. He was very nice, and she already felt comfortable around him, so she poured herself a glass of milk. "The view is very beautiful from here," she commented, not only to make conversation but also because it was true.

[huntrhaunta]

an open mouth full of meat, gnashed between rotting teeth and torn apart by clamoring fingers.   the open chest cavity of an innocent bystander                   strolling down the street, probably on his way to work, none the wiser to the creature that lurked in the alleyway. his remains run down marcy’s face, all splattered across her shirt : a now ruined tour shirt, with the exact date she saw some punk band in the city. her third meal, but still not satiated. there’s not much in their head. it’s all static. milky-white eyes pull away from the man-turned-breadbowl and land on kurt                   striking as ever, all ghostly with neon blue hair, and, like a cat and a laser pointer, they stay focus on the chain around his neck. attention is pulled   ;   blinking through bleary, pale eyes, listening to the jingling of all his hardware   +   accessories. kurt won’t be another victim. kurt is, in fact, one of, if notthe only thing marcy recognizes. like an oasis in a desert, they stumble back from the man and clamber to their feet. let this be known : this is not marcy.   this is a vehicle. this is a vessel to obtain more flesh and blood. marcy is pretty much dead, but with newly regained strength, it seems like she might be coming back to the forefront. bloody, beaten vans hobble across blood-soaked soil and carry them to kurt’s apparition, eyes still focused on the sparkling jewelry around his neck. kurt would never be a target of aggression or hunger   ;   he seems to only be the object of curiosity and, sometimes, affection. it’s not really obvious. marcy communicates with grunts and groans, ungodly gurgles and moans. as their bloody hands reach forward, they stumble, and land face first into the dirt. they regain composure quickly, but remain seated, like an embarrassed puppy. it’s never pleasant to see marcy this way. It’s   …   it’s actually kind of humiliating. a bumbling, hungry mess, always covered in the blood, guts, and other bodily fluids of whoever met their unlucky demise. they eat roadkill, they eat men, they eat maggots, they eat whatever they can find. which is funny, considering that marcy won’t anything besides chef boyardee and dinosaur-shaped mac ‘n’ cheese when they’re marcy. pale eyes fixate on the chain again, but they don’t chase this time. that’s too much. this grass feels way nicer.

@startold