#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."

[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.

[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?”

[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 @from-across-the-stars​​~

“Come on...”

The hotel restaurant was quiet, save for the occasional sniffle from Hiyoko as she tried desperately to steady her trembling hands and hold the unfinished doll she was stitching in place.

She had to buckle down and really make this shrine special. Everyone had hated the last one she’d made for Mahiru, and if the shrine for Sonia was bad too, they would—

“OW!”

She yelped in pain as the needle she’d been using pierced her thumb, and she dropped the doll to the floor before holding it to her mouth to nullify the pain.

It hadn’t hurt, not really, but the tears began to roll down her cheeks regardless. She was never going to finish this by morning. They were all going to walk in and see her half-finished work, and make fun of it again—

There was a creak of foot against wood, and her attention jolted towards the staircase while her eyebrow narrowed defensively. “Who’s there?!" she asked, sadness switching to anger in an instant. “Q-Quit watching me from the stairs, like some creepy peeping tom!”

[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.

[zmbieproof]

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[urgeth]

" TAKE MY HAND, @faithchosen ... " in another life he'd ask you to take it & take a life — in this one he tells you to take it, and offers sanctuary in return. balefire's face gives away no glimpse of emotion, 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙞𝙘 he remains undisturbed EVEN BY THE BLOOD THAT STAINS HIS CHEEKS, all in crimson. he'd seen bloodier battles, 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀, piles of bodies crumpled beneath his feet ... THIS ? was nothing held in comparison to those obscured memories that flashed behind the dermis of his eyelids, IN FRACTURED PIECES that had yet to make sense.