#open starter for mutuals

[the-bad-wclf]

"I hope he's doing alright." Rogue muttered from where he was trapped in the pocket universe, alone, and feeling just a tad bit uncomfortable, but he would wait for however long it took. He would wait an eternity if it meant a reunion.

[frostise]

❝ hmph. what do i think? i think this city is corrupt, overrun by rats and everywhere i go there's another drunk asshole in my way preaching about the 'doomsday clock'... reminds me of home. ❞

[gildedjock]

⸻⋆✞⋆⑇ He was unusually angry this morning, ripping his locker open and causing it to slam against another. Not a flinch came from him. He slammed the locker closed, once he had his books, without a care. It was as if his wrath had to be taken out on the world around him, but he couldn't just scream his frustrations out. They were stupid. He was just sensitive. Jason was good at putting on his public mask, usually. This morning seemed different, though. The mask had slipped already and the anger showed clear on his face. Well, a mixture of anger and some other emotion. Tears were starting to prickle the corners of his eyes because of that underlying other emotion. No. He wasn't going to cry. He couldn't. He was to be the perfect student. Perfect. Golden. All-American. The picture and pillar of strength in his community. That was what he was told day in and day out. Never show those true emotions. Be strong. Keep your head up. Be happy for others. Don't let your frustrations and emotions get the better of you. CARVER MEN DON'T CRY.

[flowersbythebridge]

Reina - Open Starter

It’s tempting.

Reina loiters just outside a flower shop, eyeing the outdoor display of various potted plants. She still has space on her balcony, as well as a few places indoors she could probably fit another pot - the question is, does she need them? Rhododendrons have always been one of her favorites, and she’s always wanted one of her own, but the fact that they grow as a tree has made owning one impossible in the past.

But. Maybe now? With her own tiny apartment and a place to let them thrive, maybe…

It’s as she’s carefully standing from her crouch where she’d been checking the price tag that she miscalculates the placement of her feet. She stumbles, her weight distributed unevenly, and takes a step back to try and right herself before she falls on her ass - only to knock directly into someone behind her.

‘Shit!’

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

"Kid, there's nothing more cool than hotwiring a car."

[enigmatic-conjuration]

If one chooses to stray away from town, and explore what the woods are willing to reveal, perhaps you might encounter a most magical looking dwelling with intricate architecture and large windows filled with blue glass, with an almost flower bud looking domed roof sporting the same glass as the windows. The home has a charm to it, which radiates with a magical aura, one that is only enhanced by the glow of lights, both interior and exterior. A garden, lush and thriving, is only disturbed by a stone path that carefully weaves around the well cared for plants, granting those who wish to enter a path to the front door. 

There is no hint that you are welcome in this dwelling, no mat to invite guests in or sign saying hello. And yet you somehow feel inclined to knock. Many do this with a purpose, for they seek the talents of its resident and want to be granted an audience in hopes of getting their heart’s desires. Less often but still somewhat expected, this magic user is disturbed by those seeking shelter for the night or from a storm. Most do not like to linger…for various reasons. But all are greeted with the same question once the door opens.

“What is it that you desire from me?” Sage inquires, with an indifferent expression. 

[undcrcurrcnts]

It's his birthday.

[gui1lermodelacruz]

❝ I can't believe Derek was right... How are we supposed to know all these rules? ❞ Guillermo laughs nervously, hands fidgeting ❝ There should be some kind of book, right? ❞

[vanatcr]

Johnathan is sitting outside in his backyard by his pool on a lounge chair, a glass (and bottle) of whiskey on the little table beside him and he lights a cigarette... It's been a long, hard day and he needs to relax and stare off into the sky, dark gaze mostly blank as his thoughts trail and swirl in his mind.

[songbirdreaped]

open starter for anybody ; set after lucy gray left the cabin <3 run. run. RUN. was all that could go through lucy gray's head as she sprinted away from the cabin through the trees. she was running as fast as her legs would carry her, everything in her telling her that she needed to get away from him if she wanted to survive. the words kept ringing in her head three's enough for me, he'd told her when she said they wouldn't have to kill anymore. three. she knew of two. bobbin and mayfair. all she'd asked for was the truth, yet she was met with a lie. my old self, coriolanus had told her as she demanded to know who the third was. lucy gray wasn't born yesterday, she could spot a lie from a mile away.

trust was the most important thing to her. trust outweighed love and yes, she had loved him. loved. now, all she could picture was those icy blue eyes gazing into her soul. would he kill her ? she didn't know, but she wasn't taking that chance. she couldn't take that chance. that was why she'd said she was going to pick katniss, her chance to escape and survive. lucy gray wished that she'd heeded dean highbottom's warning, wished that she hadn't let herself fall for the blond. any and all love she felt was gone, now all that was left was the need to flee.

as she kept running, the brunette felt her chest tightening, the crisp air filling her lungs, stinging as her heart raced in her chest. she needed to stop and catch her breath. ducking behind a tree, lucy gray took a moment, the breaths coming out more like gasps as she stayed there. the sound of coriolanus yelling for her caused her to panic more. she wasn't a fighter, he outpowered her anyway, but she could run. she could hide.

when she spotted the snake, lucy gray decided that she'd try to buy herself some time, dropping the scarf he'd given her to cover it up. she knew by looking at it that the snake wasn't venomous, it wouldn't hurt him too badly if he got bitten. it would just slow him down enough for her to get away. after the distraction was set, the brunette began to run again, hoping that the wind in the trees would cover up any noise that came from her feet on the ground.

it wasn't until she was hidden by a tree on the outer part of the woods that she'd realized her earring had fallen out in all of the chaos. she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. the games weren't over when she'd returned home, these were still the games. her own survival was what mattered. lucy gray almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming toward her, but when she did it was too late to run. whoever it was had only been two paces from her now, and with how tired she was, they'd most likely be able to catch her if she ran. her eyes shut tightly as she braced herself for the figure to come closer, assuming it was coriolanus coming to kill her, to finish tying up the loose ends.

❝ just get it over with, ❞ the words came out more shaky than she'd intended. she wasn't usually one for giving up, but she knew that she had no more energy to keep running. if coriolanus had found her, then he won.

[the-bad-wclf]

It was one of those type of days that Rose was glad she was alone, she'd had to close the coffee shop down early today due to a breakdown. It was closing in on the anniversary of John's death, and she was a mess. She sat down in her TARDIS in one of the armchairs and put her head in her hands.

After a good cry, a scream, and a big mug of hot chocolate after, Rose exited the TARDIS and locked her up, then started walking through Cardiff where her coffee shop was. Going to Splott Beach, she sat by the water, looking out over the horizon, wearing a pink zip-up hoodie over a black shirt, blue jeans and rainbow sneakers.

Pulling her blonde hair into a ponytail to stop it from going into her face, she sighed quietly and hugged her legs, soft brown gaze dark with thoughts. She had been back in her 'home universe' for almost a year now, and she was quietly grateful she hadn't run into anyone just yet that she knew before she had been locked in the other universe. Despite Rose missing her bonds and the people she once knew, she wasn't quite ready to explain her disappearance to those that didn't know what had happened.

[dashing-fandral]

"Fancy seeing you here, darling." Fandral said slyly.

[letsstaytuned]

"ATTENTION, EVERYONE!"

"I have devised the very best and most encaptivating redemption exercise this hotel has EVER seen! And you'll be doing it with a smile!"

"Gather round as it is mandatory participation!"

All the doors suddenly lock, trapping everyone in the lobby.

[flowersbythebridge]

Kana (Hisui) - Open Starter

“Oh! Hello.”

The woman with green hair waves at you from a little ways off, clearly a bit startled at your presence. Sheepishly, she stands from where she’d been digging in the dirt and rubs her hand together to try and dislodge as much soil from her fingers as she can.

She looks to be a merchant of some kind - though instead of a Ginko Guild uniform, she is dressed in the deep blue of a lovingly embroidered Diamond Clan tunic.

Beside her sits an over-large pack, appearing to be only half full; slung over her shoulder is a leather satchel, full to the brim with flowers, herbs, and what might be various root vegetables. Likely the very things she’d been digging for.

Nearby, happily digging its own hole in the dirt, is a jolteon.

“Did you need a courier ?” the woman asks awkwardly. “If you’re looking for a merchant, I’m afraid I’m not one, but I do still have plenty of things left to trade from the market this morning if you need something.”

[lady-crowned-with-stars]

Open to (non mutuals/mutuals): m/f/nb, Connection: any, Setting: fantasy/historical, Line source, Rules/Bio

Do not like my starters

❝Don’t touch me. Don’t tell me how beautiful my eyes are, how soft my hair is, how you love to hear my voice. Don’t. Don’t pretend you are falling in love with me.❞ Gilrin raises her hand as if to swat the other away like an annoying fly; perhaps she would have done so if it not for the way the other was looking at her. She sighs as she puts some distance between them. She cannot afford to be charmed by them, knowing their reputation, the rumours whispered.

[sclfcare]

𖥨 ̟⊹ ♡ mutuals only ! open to f / nb !

" i'm sorry i don't like hearing you gushing over what's - his - fuckin' - face . " ─── " why are you even still with him ? too embarrassed to tell mommy and daddy you're actually in love with a fuck up like me instead ? "