#open for business ( open starter. )

[bixels]

In the past, people in the Animal Crossing community would make fun of Tom Nook as a sleazy landlord. Since then, he's really rehabilitated his image as this 'heart of gold' businessman (he's the one who puts bells and furniture in trees for you to find! he adopted orphans! he donates to charity!), but New Horizons genuinely paints the most devious version of him.

He's successfully privatized settler colonialism: you pay HIM to move to a "deserted island" (which apparently the oceans in the AC world are just full of) and start a colony that he is directly invested in. At best he's running a weird vacation package scam (you arrive on the island with no money and in debt for "using his services"). At worst, he's using you to set up company towns. For god's sake, he literally has his own fake currency that he forces you to use to pay off your debt. But don't worry, he's repackaged it in a way that definitely doesn't sound like an MLM scam: the Nook Mileage Program!

You're no longer just his tenant or his temporary part-timer, you're his business lackey. The entire tutorial section of the game has you spending actual weeks running around completing tasks and doing hard labor to set up his colony. You're even tasked with preparing his properties and finding buyers for them. No, you aren't a tenant anymore. You work for the landlord. You are directly responsible for finding tenants for him. And he doesn't even fucking pay you. Not for setting up town hall and museum, or his nephew's shop –– which is the ONLY store on the entire island that sells necessities –– or bringing KK Slider to town, or helping populate his town. Not a single cent. No, actually, you have to pay HIM to BUY infrastructure like bridges and stairs and park benches. And all the while, he's telling you're the "resident representative"; you get to call the shots! That the reward is the community's progress. That what you're doing is in everyone's best interest (but most importantly, his).

Since NH's release, people have done a lot of legwork to say that Tom Nook isn't a capitalist while the game shows him at his very worst. He owns the only general store in town. You're forced to use a phone that he modified and branded as his own. Buy Nook-branded furniture and merchandise at the self-serve kiosk in the town hall, a governmental building! There's no conflict of interest here!

But hey, if you're tired of being the landlord/business mogul's goon, you can also find work as a deluxe resort home designer for a company that also pays you in their special company currency that can only be used to buy their products instead of a real salary! Because that's what the Animal Crossing franchise needs! More vacation homes!!!

[vicious-daughter-of-zeus]

Open Starter

(cause I’m bored as fuck and super hyperfixated on Elektra rn)

Elektra was sitting on her own, just outside cabin 1. She had headphones on and was tapping on xer knees and humming along to music. She -for once- looked like she was in a good mood. So, you went up to her

“What?��� She looked up at you and asked.

(tags bc why not)(no pressure as always)

@yourfavoriteearthshaker

@thementallyillapollochild

@that-girl-cupid

@thatonebitheaterkid

@the-gods-strange-children

@glee-of-ares-wrath-of-aphrodite

@rxry-lxves-jess

@ixkhor-and-ambroxia

@love-lightning-forethought

@sun-lights-child

(lmk if you want me to start tagging you in stuff these are just people I could think of off the top of my head)

[mackmontgomery]

mack 📲 open.

Mack: Ok real talk Mack: Should I get rid of the blonde Mack: 💇🏼‍♂️ The upkeeps a bitch I might buzz it off

[catjest3r]

Kandi as a gift for my friend!! I took pics on a bg this time, lmk if I should use it more or if I should keep using plain white!!

[snapshotxsinners]

"Wow, looks like the party is already in full swing," Roi marvelled as he finally arrived to the Big Halloween Bash — A sense of exhilaration trickling along his skin as he felt the excited energy from those around him, and the vibrant atmosphere that seemed to encompass the whole area.

Roi was quite in awe of everything — The lights, decor, festivities and the people were all just extraordinary tonight, and Roi felt a tinge of regret for not brining along more of his cameras. The photographer in him felt the itch to just snap as many shots as he could at the event, as well as the Lust-Ring itself.

But, his bag could only carry so much, and he didn't want to bring along his little cameras-critters, in case of damage or other potential risks. So, Roi was simply going to have to do with using his phone and the one camera he packed. And well — His own head may do too, he supposed!

After a quick touch up and once over for his makeup and costume, Roi holds up his bouquet to his chest and takes a moment to brace himself a bit. It had admittedly been quite the long time since he last participated in an event, rather than just work at one. So even Roi felt some subtle nerves flutter in his chest, much like the fake butterflies that clung to the top of his veil.

But more than anything, Roi was genuinely happy he could be here in Lust and have the opportunity to explore and look around, while also enjoying such a spectacular and spooky event! And, maybe, if he's lucky — He may even make some new companions tonight!

[whirling-fangs]

The crowd's laughing voices filled the lantern-lit streets of the village. It was a welcoming, cheerful chatter to those used to it, the lightness of a matsuri night, children allowed to stay up beyond bedtime as the villagers left their daily troubles behind, and ventured into the cool night.

The noise. The lights. The crowd. To Inosuke, it was nothing short of hell on earth.

He felt so small and insignificant amongst the passers-by. None of them paid attention to the child who huddled against a wall, hands clinging to the fabric of his own clothing.

He could hardly see a thing above the crowd. No blonde head standing out, no pathway opening through the people to let the familiar face through. Inosuke was utterly, and completely lost.

[vastiitas]

A cluttered basket of yellowed fibers hangs from a over-hanging lip of a column-support; stray, loose pieces dangling off from the body limp and unfettered. House sparrows flutter in and out, dancing, occupied by housework, chirping song. Their bronze wings catch sunlight, scattering shadows.

Elsewhere, flowers are blooming.

"Y'know," Cole smiles, "They say that birds nesting over your front door's a sign of good luck."

[hopes-memorial]

"Hold it... there's no need to kill that little beauty."

Shiori was used to other students killing spiders that they saw. It was a deep disappointment for her, but it was a pain that she was used to. This time, though, she was able to hold out her hand and get the little one to crawl onto her hand, her eyes carefully examining the little lady with an admiring look.

"This is merely a joro spider... they are harmless to you and I. Only her beauty is a threat to you, I'm afraid."

[strawberista]

"I'm... Thinking about getting some piercings. Mm... Nothing too big, just... Maybe just regular earrings. I think I'm wanting to go for a dangle, but I'll probably have to start with studs just to be safe. I can get something dangly after the first set. Think that would work?"

[pissedsandwich]

' dude. does it look like i'm a morning person to you ? ' the hunter grumbled, throwing the bed sheets off of his tired worn body. ' what's that saying ? don't talk to me til i've had my whisky ? '

[heartflt]

» open to: f » plot: henry is a bodyguard for y/m, hired by her parents or someone else that thinks she needs protecting. up to you as far as why that might be. make him suffer for his paycheck! age gaps welcome as long as y/m is over 21.

"do you think i enjoy this?" he asks dryly. "i can't let you leave right now. it's not safe."

[damnedrainbows]

She slumps onto the table, a melted blob of Charlie. Between financing things, doing inventory, maintenance, and just keeping up morale, their peppy owner has possibly never been more exhausted. Dark rings line under her eyes from the lack of sleep her manic mind has put her in, back strained from how often it’s been scrunched up into her office chair.

The princess all but melts into a table. Who knew this venture, rewarding as it was, would be this exhausting? Won’t someone offer a poor wilted flower a bit of TLC?

[recitedemise]

It's late.

Sat across from them, Gale, as he's wont to, proves a fearsome migraine.

Fingers working at a rook, the wizard catalogues the moves on their waiting lanceboard. His party is relaxing, burning away the moonlight as they chatter, have supper, and head slowly for bed. Yet, evidently, it is both rest and repose that would wade but a cosmos from the front of their mind. In fact, it's a catastrophic trouncing that they seemingly yearn for, and truthfully, Gale fails to understand any eagerness for torture, but then again, he, an open mind, is not one to judge. That said, their rival cracks a smile, taking in their focus and the cut of their brow. To come and face an archmage in the gentleman's gambit... If anything, their tenacity, their daring, sparks an excitable respect. “There's no shame in accepting the reality of one's imminent defeat,” he reminds, egging them on far too proudly. Ugh. “As backward as it seems, considering one's surrender is its very own wisdom. That said, I can always humble you further if it's a thorough lashing you desire tonight. It's not where I’d find my own delights personally, but,” his eyes sparkle, “we've all our...appetites.” / OPEN.

[toronbonne]

❝ Phew! Not a nasty dog in sight! Safe to say, I'm in the clear! ❞

[snapshotxsinners]

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but your costume is just fabulous! Did you buy it, or make it yourself?"

[justsurvival]

open to  :  anyone, strictly platonic if under 40. muse  :  santiago leon.  45.  math teacher. anti-hero.  he/him. plot  :  vigilante / hero / villain / friend / partner / mentee / whatever just saw santiago die. painfully. and approximately half an hour later he resurrects. completely normal stuff here.

     santiago is dead.

     and then he isn't.  he breathes in , sharp , painful , like he's inhaling a thousand glass shards.  every nerve ending is on fire , an incomprehensible burn that doesn't let up.  he turns to his side , coughs , tastes his own blood.  his head pounds violently and he doesn't bring himself to sit up because he isn't convinced he wouldn't pass out immediately.  electricity seems to buzz between his fingertips , a sensation he can't focus on amidst the overwhelming torrent of everything.  it was bad last time too , though not to the same intensity.  santi looks up , forces his eyes open , and his brain struggles to catalogue the fact that they're there , despite his vision clearing.     "     where am i  ?     "     it takes a while for all his facilities to return , and this is the first that he's come back with someone else watching.     "     why are you here  ?     "     he struggles to form the words , throat dry , voice hoarse , and mind still spinning.