#convos.

[devrim-selvi]

open starter @lunarcovestarters at the hospital.

On his way home from work he'd been nabbed. Shoved in the back of an unmarked van still wearing his scrubs. They couldn't have kidnapped him before work? Or at least after he'd had a chance to change? Devrim was more annoyed about sitting in dirty scrubs than being shoved in the back of a van. It was if his kidnappers could read his mind. After they broke his leg and shot him in the knee of the other leg, Devrim was repeatedly dunked in water. He wouldn't call it as refreshing as a shower, but of the two ways he'd almost died in his life he wouldn't say drowning was the worst. Seconds before he saw Song shatter the tank's glass he almost felt peaceful.

Now all he felt was pain. The physical overshadowed by the mental anguish. A frustration for his lameness. Forced, not once but twice now, to regain his mobility. Maybe he'd be better suited as something more durable than human. If he wanted to stay in Lunar Cove.

"If you want the jello just take it."

[pcwells]

who do i have to get in contact with to get me moved outta here? smells like desperation in here. @sydbswccncy

[vicgriffinn]

this is a starter for @theambitiousj

"Tá, do que você precisa, Jawie? Fala logo, eu não tenho o dia inteiro" disse com os olhos nos dele, cruzando os braços em seguida. Victoria havia recebido uma ligação dele "Eu tenho uma festa pra ir hoje, já estou ficando atrasada." ela olhou para o celular "O que é tão importante que não podia esperar até amanhã?"

[georgianaortiz]

closed starter | @cantfightmoonlight (Song) at shipfaced on Halloween Night.

A long day. Perhaps one of the longest in Georgiana's immortal life. The sun had since set over Lunar Cove before she left Saleem's home. Every effort extended to make Meena comfortable during her recovery, which included Gia's absence to allow for privacy. The task of keeping watch a role she would presume come morning.

It was the first night in over a century the vampire thought about sleep. Washed clean of sewer grime and werewolf blood, her thoughts remained stained by what she'd seen. Every detail of her time beneath the Slumber Motel on repeat in her mind as she dissected it for clues. It was a maddening endeavor. A neurotic path she'd walked many times before. No good would come from another descent into insanity. She sought to drown her obsessive thoughts in wine but found as she lingered in her home the ability to stop did not cease. It was the perfect night to go out; All Hallow's Eve.

The Coraline costume Gia dawned throughout the day was ruined and trashed. An easy remedy with a witch's hat and little black dress. No stranger to wild nights but it'd been a long, long time, and businesses came and went in town. The immortal wasn't sure by her own experience where to go anymore, until she recalled a human she'd met a few weeks back who said he worked at a bar.

Shipfaced resembled the boats of Georgiana's youth. Her eyes glistened with interest as they glided across white sails and fell upon the bar. Which she approached, at a human pace, before taking a seat. From a clutch she produced a credit card and ID. "The best fake you've ever seen."

[jacobsullivan]

closed starter for @riotavarez at an art showing several days post chaos.

A thumbs up in response to a text he sent after he finally made it home didn't feel weird until it was the only response Jacob received for several days. No exchange in regards to their shared traumas, or momentarily slip in a facade he'd believed until the moment the witch found himself giving up his protection charm. Just silence. Even now as they stood shoulder to shoulder in an art showing he'd forgotten they'd bought tickets for until it popped up on his google calendar. Not a word uttered beyond a greeting. His own laced in a little surprise that Rio had showed.

"So..." He took one glance at her face and began to back pedal. Nope. Jacob thought to himself. He wasn't going to be the one to bring it up. If she didn't want to talk about what had happened, then he didn't either. Except, he did. "..I'm going over there." He pointed across the gallery before mumbling something about a piece of art he liked.

Running away was his chosen line of defense. A tactic he'd enacted many times throughout his life. Avoiding the problem didn't solve it, but it did make it go away.

[suvnhee]

envía un 🏡 para un starter en las calles del pueblo.

" ¿sabías como volver, no? " pregunta al girarse, clavando la mirada en su acompañante. acaba de depositar toda su confianza de orientación en contrarie, dado que ella apenas recuerda ese lugar en el mapa. ha escuchado, más no visitado regularmente. lo que sabe es que se han alejado bastante del castillo y, quitando el hecho de que deben volver en algún momento, agradece algo de aire fresco en el exterior lejos del tumulto. " no tengo prisa, solo... " observa a su alrededor, apuntando índice hacia arquitectura que impresiona un negocio. " ¿no lo pasamos ya? "

starter para @manorat , @mnhaein y @sorieng

[rainbow-taishi]

Filipino Isekai

[anroths]

ANDREAS ROTH ━━ 34 años, nacido el 27 de agosto de 1991 en múnich, alemania. desde la pérdida de su núcleo mágico se desempeña como detective en la jefatura de policía. pertenecía al clan úsvit.

⟡ ficha ⟡ tablero ⟡ ediciones.

[gklavs]

KLAUS GRENDAHL ━━ 32 años. nacido el 12 de diciembre de 1994 en Ålesund, noruega. desde la pérdida de su núcleo mágico se desempeña como vocalista y guitarrista en una banda de metal. pertenecía al clan veselý.

⟡ ficha ⟡ tablero ⟡ ediciones.

[daigah]

"Nice characters are boring" to YOU. I love characters who no matter what, will always have genuine love for humanity in their heart. Characters who dance and laugh and sing with sincerity. Characters who believe in others, and are willing to extend a helping hand to people when no one gave them the same luxury. Characters who have gone through so much but believe, no matter what, that humanity and life is something beautiful and worth protecting

[jennrypan]

Dick: You use to be so cute and tiny..

Jason: And you use to be cool. We both changed.

Dick: Wha-?! I'm still cool!!

Jason: Okay, 'officer Grayson'. Cops aren't cool.

Dick: THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO

Jason: STILL FRESH IN MY MIND, PIG!

Dick: LET IT GO!

Jason: NO. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID FUCK THE POLICE! THOSE WERE WORDS I LIVED BY!

Dick: OH MY GOD. YOURE THE ONLY ONE THAT STILL REMEMBERS THAT!

Tim, walking into the living room: I remember it.

Duke, from another room: I heard about it! You've lost 1000 aura man!

Cassandra, poking her head in: I've also heard about it.

Dick: EVERYONE SHUT UP.

Jason: Just like a cop to order people around like that, shameless.

Dick, groans: Fuuuuck-!

Dick: All of you are going to make me age like milk!

Damian, popping up behind him: Is it wrong to say it's too late for that?

Dick, practically shaking: Damian..I swear to God.

[devrim-selvi]

Devrim: Tebrikler Kardeşim (congrats bro) Devrim: Happy for you both.

@kenxmatsui

[pcwells]

for some reason the universe decided it would be a good idea to put us in a villa together. i think it might be in everyone's best interest if we stay out of each other's way. @loutommox

[vicgriffinn]

this is a starter for @thefallen

Era estranho a sensação de estar ali. Ainda não havia se acostumado, talvez já devesse naquele ponto, mas ainda não. Viver aqueles dias sem nenhuma preocupação - até porque, as investigações pouco a abalava, ela não estava nem ai -, como se ainda fosse a maiorial da faculdade. Talvez por isso ela praticamente ignorava a presença de Vincent na sua frente. Ambos sabiam como a relação deles terminava - destroçada e com poucas lembranças boas, a amizade nunca mais foi a mesma depois de suas próprias escolhas na faculdade. Mas ali, nada disso importava mais, não quando ela podia mudar todo o futuro de novo. Vincent era irrelevante pra ela ali, mesmo que no passado tenha sido um ponto de incômodo (odiava perder amigos, sempre odiou). "O que é que você tá me encarando? Tá querendo o quê?" ela mal levantou o rosto do celular para encarar ele "Seu namoradinho sumiu por acaso?" seguia digitando no celular, dando até um sorrisinho quando a notificação que queria finalmente chegou.

[georgianaortiz]

closed starter | @cantfightmoonlight (Meena)

A brief but teary eyed reunion was shared between two, old friends after Gia freed herself from the closest by kicking down the door. The scene before her one the vampire would not soon forget. A makeshift lab. The details of which she took in with keen observation before, reluctantly, agreeing with Saleem that Meena should be taken to his home. The manor was in disarray, and no place for the clan leader to recover. A matter Gia would handle by hiring a cleaning crew.

It would be a few hours before Gia joined them and other members of the clan who had gathered at Saleem's. In her company were several bags of clothing and other comforts to ease Meena's suffering. Which included pain medication the vampire had swiped from the hospital after bringing Dhruv in.

"Salut, hermana." A greeting from which the weight of her thoughts were, respectfully, withheld. Personally aware of how horrendously painful werewolf bites were, Gia committed herself to light conversation unless otherwise led. Though no mark on Meena's visible body went unnoticed. A tally the younger immortal kept for when vengeance had its time. "Creature comforts. Clean clothes, a brush," She explained of the supplies. "..and drugs. Should you wish to take the edge off."