#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.”

[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.❜

[darlinghearts]

Open to : m / f Connection : ex that didn't end well, fwb, person who has a crush on her, etc

❝I don't really DO relationships. You KNOW that ... ❞

[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 ? '

[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."

[13urningstars]

TAGS.

[crimsondragonleader]

As was tradition at this point, Christmas shopping was in full swing at Vanguard. Not even Avalon, from what little he had seen, could compare to this amount of bustle. And, as fate would have it, he was once again giving out Christmas presents, especially with his ability to warp about to maintain the "Santa" tradition.

"Most of the other Heroes should be easy enough... Imported woods for Bokhohn to make toys with, maybe some new gadgets too, holiday meats for Dantarg to roast, some bottles of fine wine for Subier, beer possibly a fine cloak for Wagnas with it being cold..." he mumbled to himself until he saw Kzinssie knocking over snow forts and sticking carrots in places he shouldn't.

"...Coal for Kzinssie, as usual..." since apparently he won't absorb some manners...

He mulled over the window dressings for any items that could catch his (and his sister's) eye. "But for my sweet little sister... what to do..." Because maybe, juuust maybe, she'll be home in time for Christmas.

[lionsprice]

Be proud of me I finally did my tags.

[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.”

[citrinitxs]

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

[siraenes]

The sirens eyes slowly start to flutter open as consciousness comes back to him. He finds himself realizing he's not in that deep of water and knows that he has an injury on his tail, his slitted pupils focus in on it quickly and frowns at the missing scales he can see. Yet, he doesn't focus on it long as he realizes he's in a very small amount of water ( he takes a good moment to realize this is what a human calls a bath tub ). He's not in the ocean anymore. He's in someone's bath tub with an injury and he's very confused. Door creaks open, alerting the siren of another presence and he stares them down.

❝ why have you brought me here ? ❞

[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.

[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?" 

[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!