#saved as: open starter.

[heartintact]

›     open starter for f/nb. | based on x.

“Why are you nervous? Don’t tell me you haven’t smoked before…” It was intended as a teasing challenge; nothing Elijah really meant. However, it only took one look at the other’s face for the realization to come, his grin widening. “Oh shit, you haven’t!” While he said it with admiration, mischief was shining in his cerulean eyes. Normally, he wouldn’t care that much; it wasn’t a surprise that not everyone had picked up on his same habits since high school, but the possibility was too tempting not to take it. “I could help, y’know? If you want, just to... make it easier for you.”

[as-above-rp]

Kairi had gotten separated from Mack (@/Save-Slot-A), and now found herself near the bar with a drink in hand. Maybe with a little time and some liquid courage, she would find the confidence to venture out on her own and start some conversations? Maybe even make some new friends? Maybe! But for now, she would remain people-watching by the bar with a drink in hand, and accidentally making lingering eye contact with party-goers passing by.

Open starter! | Feel free to reply or reblog to interact~

[booksofadventures-archived]

"I am ashamed and wish I could forget..."

[general-kalani]

In John walked into his own office, whistling casually after talking to one of the Faithful, hanging the coat he had on a hangar. Time to do some work and-

"Hello, John."

"JESUS FUC- Joseph. My fucking god when did you get here! I wasn't told you were coming here!.. If I was told I would've greeted you personally, brother!.. Jesus you scared the shit out of me."

"You always were fun to mess with, little brother... Lets have a chat."

[girlsngossip]

open starter: @evermorehqsstart !! location: grind your gears

❛ can i keep a secret ?? ❜ tiffany looked up at the individual who had approached her, intrigue in her eyes, leaning her elbows forward on the table she was sat at. a shit eating grin found its way onto her lips, and she gestured to the seat next to her;

❛ — absolutely not but, tell me anyways.❜

[wctchit]

"Damn it, stop locking your knee!" Bill roared, slapping his palms on the rope as he saw the girls fucking up once again. Lena had been coming back around, scrappy kid that she was. Sometimes it was like she was sixteen again, with nothing but lit bourbon in her veins.

When she spouted off some other fresh thing off the street, he scowled. Pinched the bridge of his nose and glanced at the other beside him in the gym. Calmly, like a bomb with someone's finger looped through the pin, said: "Lock it again an' I'll bust it myself." He glanced at the newcomer to the conversation and gave a what can ya do shrug. Lena had a special knack for bringing the soldier in him back out.

[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 ? '

[citrinitxs]

Update: finals killed me after the week passed and I now return with possibly the worst idea for an open starter

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

"Hey! That's not what we agreed!" He'd promised himself to give this plan a shot and trust in his partner. Yet Neji had his limits, and would speak up when they were crossed. Just like now.

"You're the one who insisted we should avoid drawing attention to ourselves."

[heartintact]

›     open starter for f/nb. | based on x.

“Don’t say you believe in those ghost stories.” Disbelief mixed with mirth in Atlas’ voice, his steps turning slower as they abandoned their classroom. He would be the first one to admit his appreciation for a scary tale, but that didn’t mean he truly bought any of the myths around their town. “I’m telling you, someone got fucking traumatized with the Blair Witch and wants their own remake, but there’s no way something’s actually going on.”

[bluerevs-a]

ﾟ✧ plot: julien  gets  a  call  from  your  muse  to  pick  them  up  and  he's  not  happy.    (feel  free  to  assume  connection.  just  lmk  in  the  tags!) open to: f / nb .

             he  leaned  against  his  idling  car,  arms  defensively  crossed  against  his  chest  as  he  watched  all  of  the  boozers  and  burnouts  stumble  in  and  out  of  the  party.  why  was  he  here?  why  did  he  even  pick  up  the  phone  when  they  called?  eventually,  they  enter  his  line  of  sight.  julien's  annoyance  is  tangible  as  he  stands  upright,  offering  a  tight  shake  of  his  head.  "why  can't  you  call  someone  else  when  you  fuck  up?" 

[as-above-rp]

* Open starter! *

"Woops, careful!!"

Kairi snatched up the runaway hog and held it under the belly with both arms before it could get into the guest's food. She held it like it weighed nothing at all! She looked at the guest with an amused smile on her face.

"Might wanna grab your plate, dear! This lil guy almost helped himself to a bite or two." She set the manhandled pig down and pat it on the head, and turned back to the guest whose food she had spared from piggy poaching.

"Speaking of, that looks really good! What table did you get that from?"

[radicheart-a]

After what can only presumed to be hours of cooking, the stag's got a rather extensive Cajun feast set up for whoever might be interested to enjoy. Don’t worry; there’s enough for everyone.

Let’s have a look-see at what he’s made, shall we?

New Orleans Gumbo, Chicken Pasta, Red Beans and Rice, Shrimp and Grits, Jambalaya, Smothered Chicken, Louisiana Deviled Crab Cakes, Smothered Cabbage and Potatoes, Cajun-Style Fried Deviled Eggs, a spicy dipping sauce, Corn Maque Choux, Boudin Balls, Dirty Rice, Black-Eyed Peas, Potato Salad, Oven Roasted Sweet Potato Wedges, and even some Pineapple and Coconut Cake for dessert (despite his sugar allergy)!

Even if he's the only one that partakes, Cal is still pretty damn proud of his own work.

Happy Thanksgiving!

[ittorule34]

WHOS GETTING CLOSER?

They are 😭😭😭😭 they’ve been chasing me since my 5th birthday I’m so tired please help me

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a long time of seperation ,

╭・ rediscovery .

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───・✧ˎˊ˗ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

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[shimmerbeasts]

Like An Extention Of Your Arm

Having just arrived at Baldur's Gate's city borders, the party had not yet felt ready to enter. Too much had happened in the Shadowlands and the information, they had been practically force-fed through their race to defeat the undead general and the God of Death itself had been a lot. None of them really felt ready to enter the city just yet.

After having freed Mizora from the pod and being gifted the infernal rapier after some persuasion on his part, Wyll had retreated into a clearing a bit away from where they had made camp. By now he had grown very accustomed to his fiendish form down to the way, he had to balance himself during his fighting stances. It would never be as completely fluid and elegant as he was used to, but he felt more secure in his new body now.

Still, any new rapier needed some time to become familiar with. And the infernal rapier felt unlike any other rapier, Wyll had ever laid his hands on. The orange till bloodred blade did not feel like it was forged from steel, but cool as glass yet sharp and fine. It thrummed and whispered in his palm and Wyll felt a closeness to it, which tugged at his innards. His breathing quickened. Like with all her gifts, Mizora never fully explained what they were, yet there was an intimacy to everything she offered. Maybe she enjoyed watching Wyll figure out the secrets with bated breath. Maybe she enjoyed watching him squirm with uncertainty.

Wyll shook his head to clear his mind. Whirling around, he focused on his fencing stance once more. The rapier sang as it swirled through the air, cutting imagined opponents down. Parry, parry, sidestep, strike! Off went the limbs, slashed was the gut and penetrated was the throat. Beads of sweat gathered on Wyll's forehead. He panted softly as he continued swirling around, painting a demise of red steel, feeling his tail shift and turn to help him balance in his movements. Had he gotten more agile?

Wyll stopped after he had cut down a few leaves from a high branch. Catching them with his clawed hand, he put the rapier away. The back of his neck tingled. Wyll squinted his healthy eye. Raising his hand, he curled two of his fingers inwards, feeling the building of Mizora's infernal magic rushing to the surface. However, he was careful not to release it just yet.

He kept peering around into the undergrowth of the valley. Wyll turned around on the spot, slowly and methodically, ready to react at a moment's notice. He called out: "Show yourself! I know you are watching me."