#closed starter tbt

[voidfangs]

“secrecy flows through you, a different kind of blood.”

secrecy by margaret atwood — @primalvessel ♜

[ponderosus]

closed starter: @not-that-kinda-bj

location: sweet nothings bakery

squatting down in front of the glass, she ponders over the vast array of baked goods and sweets filled with jams and dusted with icing sugar. layla wouldn't call herself the greatest sweet tooth out there, but today there was a craving for a scroll or a raisin snail she couldn't subdue — oh! maybe even a scone. how was one to choose with such variety?! that was probably layla didn't stop by too often, it would take way too long to select one option, and she'd end up leaving the shop with 5. "i can't possibly decide." layla chuckles gently at the figure now visible on the other side of the glass, "what do 'ya recommend? i might be here all day working out what i want."

[who-is-muses]

@dramatisperscnae | Nightmares: a meme compilation [ accepting! ]

‘Hey, hey, hey! It was a nightmare. You were having a nightmare.’ [kyle @ guy owo]

Guy is not a still man- Even when he's dead asleep, he's twitching and shifting.

Right now, he's still as a statue. Sitting bolt upright, staring at nothing. Death grip on Kyle's upper arm.

Funny how much mortality has a place in the lexicon of common phrases. Speaks to the common fear of death and humanity's collective attempt to cover it up with levity, he guesses. Or he would guess, if he wasn't entirely preoccupied with separating what's real from what his fucked up subconscious just felt like throwing at him while he was trying to catch some z's.

Guy's hand tightens somehow further around Kyle's arm. Solid, warm, alive. Definitely not- Y'know.

Letting go all at once, he banishes both his hands to his own lap, averting his gaze down with them. It's definitely just his cold sweat stinging the corners of his eyes.

"...Hey," he repeats after a moment, abnormally quiet. Another few seconds, and he adds, "yeah. Yeah."

[urgeth]

THE POTION GLIMMERS & SWIRLS, RED AS THE COLOR OF A CARDINAL'S WING ! " no, @palespawn. " the oath breaker, down on one knee holding his 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 side, says stubbornly. " you need it more, until we can regroup with the others. " shadowheart was no longer here to tend to their wounds, AND IN THE UNDERDARK nothing was ever SHORT OF LETHAL; their supplies were limited and thus 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀.

[deathknel]

❛  now  now,  no  need  to  look  so  dour.  ❜  it  was  cute  seeing  them  like  this,  and  they  were  always  like  this.  ❛  we’re  meant  to  have  drinks,  be  merry.  act  a  little  gay,  love.  ❜  he  gave  a  wink  to  them,  sliding  over  next  to  them  his  arm  around  them.  @hollowcaress [ 𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐧 ]

[musictheater]

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[gatekepts-a]

          discomfort in her own skin is inevitable after being convinced to sport a revealing top her lack of self confidence could never pull off. despite not a single person being sober enough to even care, anxiety weighs heavily on sophie’s mind as she retrieves into herself, even while trying to make conversation with the other. she only came for one reason, and she only let herself be convinced to wear this tight ass top for the same reason as well, actually. for him. but she finds herself sipping gingerly at the red solo cup in her hand, desperately hoping for liquid courage to eventually enter her veins and maybe not make her blush so hard after every single word that leaves her lips. ❛ so, um — do you go out often ? to parties ? ❜ what a stupid fucking question. she simply can’t be more embarrassed of herself right now, even if she tried. ❛ i just — i didn’t see you at the last one, so. ❜ it’s a roundabout way to admit she had been looking for him. and clearly the alcohol isn’t working, because her ears are tinting red as soon as she says the words. @luriddaze​

[hayleysmuses]

(Closed starter for @tournesolette; for one Hubert Duck)

"Well, this is a surprise!" Fenton said delightedly, statement followed up with a warm chuckle. "Or, actually—I guess with how frequently you visit the lab, it'd be inaccurate to label it as such!"

He waved that away. "But, well, you know what I mean! The point being that I didn't expect to see you here today. I know Dr. Gearloose wasn't expecting any visitors—"

And would probably object to Huey being here during business hours. But at the same time, Fenton wasn't about to simply kick the poor boy out, especially not when there was probably a good, and very scientific reason, for his visit. "—but in any case, did you need something?"

[survivoirs]

There were worse times for a human to wander into the Boiling Isles. Luz found her way there not long before Belos went off the deep-end and tried to destroy their entire way of life. Alador was still finishing recovering from some of that. Both physically and mentally with the messy divorce proceedings that soon followed after. It felt weird to be away from the kids this afternoon, after working so hard to be there for them through their mother and his split. But Amity was off with Willow and Hunter. The twins off with friends. And so, finally, Alador was taking a simple walk as a part of his mandated break (by Amity) from working on his sigils removing tech. It was hard to take breaks when he knew how important it was that he finishes his work. The walk had turned into getting distracted and following after a butterfly demon down some twisty woodland path. It didn't take much for him to lose his way and become lost when he lost focus like this.

What soon surprised him was barking and the pattering sound of running feet through the brush. Alador expected to see a dog, and he did. Only it was the strangest looking dog he'd ever seen. The small black and white creature skidded to a halt in front of him as Alador lowered slowly. Curious to a fault, the witch started his hands on observations.

"Four legs. Only two eyes." Fingers lifted up one the dogs lips. "Single rows of teeth is quite peculiar too," he observed to himself as he absent-mindedly started scratching the dog behind the ears with one hand and at his own jaw with the other.

@cryptidsdad

[violetncee]

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[collectitan]

@terribleweh liked for a starter!!

It watches King from afar, having not seen his friend in a while. It clutches Francois the rabbit plushie in its arms, then it lands on the windowsill. "...King? It's me." Collector says softly, feeling awkward that it hasn't visited in a while.

[isdeathlystill]

      “Brom told you what?” Katrina questioned before an annoyed huff passes her lips. She takes a bold move and reaches for Ichabod’s hands. “I hope you know that I would never say such a thing about you. Ichabod, I-” She breathed out. “The only thing I discussed is not wanting him to take me to that stupid Halloween ball like my father wanted. That I was going to ask you to take me instead.” 

@ghostcdman​ || just because starter 👻

[babyboydbaby]

(Starter for @askrossiel​)

“Rossiel!”

It took all of Boyd’s restraint not to leap into her arms. Restraint that was abandoned almost immediately as he went for a hug from her. “It’s been a while since we’ve gotten to see each other! How’ve you been?”

[lycanstark]

       ❛   don’t take this the wrong way, cos...   ❜   the wolf paused, trying to figure out the proper way to circle back to his original question, the spiraling of possible decisions having taken them further and further off course. logan knew, all too well, that he only had just so long before the window of opportunity closed.   ❛   ─   but i was asking what you wanted for dinner? there’s no right or wrong answer here... i just... kinda need to know something before we starve to death.   ❜

      ↳   @khozmoh​​​   》   sc.

[gatekepts-a]

          ❛ hey, what are you doing here ? ❜ the steady concentration on her work is easily diverted upon seeing the male at her bedroom door. her heart rate quickens, but a smile blooms on her face at the nice surprise. ❛ if you’re here to take your sweater back, i’m keeping it. ❜ @luriddaze​

[hayleysmuses]

(Closed starter for @not-bcring​​ ; for Makoto)

In hindsight, Sayaka’s note had said to meet up far later in the night. But with not much else to do for hours on end, and in the hopes of keeping himself awake long enough to follow up on their meeting, Leon had taken to pacing around the empty hallways.

Sure, they’d all agreed on sticking to their rooms in the evening out of safety. But like...the rule wasn’t set in stone, right? He wasn’t gonna end up at the mercy of that ugly little bear if he took a few late night laps around the hallways.

Besides, Sayaka had asked him to meet up much later anyway. If he didn’t break it now, he’d break it later. So, whatever.

He’d really only done about a lap or two around the hallways, stepping lightly and with purpose like they were the familiar diamond his old team had used for their practice games. As much as he griped about the sport now, there was something oddly nostalgic about letting his thoughts drift back to days where he knew every inch of that field like the back of his hands.

And it was upon completing his second lap around that he found himself among company. More specifically that Makoto kid.

Naturally, his instinct was to be on guard. They were in a killing game after all.

But at the same time, this was the very kid that had previously gotten his lights knocked out by Mondo. So, you know, probably not much of a threat and Leon could so easily overpower him if he really wanted to try anything stupid.

Kinda weird for someone like him to be walking around in the middle of the night, actually. What, was he trying to get himself killed that quickly?

“Uh...hey, man,” Leon said, as he slowed to a stop before Makoto. “You’re out awful late, huh? Didn’t we all agree to stick to our rooms?”