#ii. closed starter

[hatredcurse]

Continued || @sasukito

Suigetsu couldn't fight the sharp grin off of his face. "Well~~ 'something' can either mean this or that. It's not my fault you didn't specifiy."

Very discreetly did he adjust the long white sleeve he found and put on. "Have ta' admit, your shoulders are pretty small."

#Suigetsu ic #v. TBD (Part II) #sasukito #closed starter

[kawajoro]

she'd been following him for a little while, this creature that resembled a human man with patched up flesh and stitches all over. this was not a hunt——it was pure curiosity, as she knew he tasted foul just from the scent of his aura. it was haunting, putrid, ghastly; she may collapse and die with the smallest bite.

bestial instincts warned not to get too close, to flee if spotted, and never engage in battle. she wasn't an idiot. it was clear that he was in a different league, as was others of his kind.

being raised apart from human civilization, she never understood these 'cursed spirits', these monstrous amalgamations of mortal feelings [ or something of that nature ]. they were nothing like regular yōkai. they were almost. . .kami. gods.

so, kagura kept her distance—or, at least, she tried to. she was too fascinated for her own good.

/ starter call ; @cherrygardn—for mahito!

#cherrygardn #in character ♥︎ for a love never lost ; #chapter ii. ♥︎ how does one domesticate a beast ; #closed starter ♥︎ turn before you hear her song ; #/ i know absolutely nothing about jjk i am just-

[kazhul]

WIP of my wildheart barbarian, Ash (who has spent most of his adult life terrifying loggers/poachers/etc)

#he is so bad at saying words but he means well #halfway through act II and i haven’t found him a decent outfit yet. so starter clothes it is #ash #bg3 tag #stuck pretty close to his ingame look….for now…… #bg3 #tiefling #bg3 tav #bg3 oc #wip #myart

[starcunin]

@runec4rved 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. ˎˊ˗

it’s   dizzying   ,   the   whirlwind   of   information   he’s   been   presented   with.    the   truth   of   the   enigmatic   scars   carved   into   his   back   finally   revealed   straight   from   the   devil’s   lips   ,   and   all   of   the   implications   that   truth   comes   with   ,   is   overwhelming.    of   course   ,   he   considers   what   it   would   mean   if   he   completed   the   rite   himself.    ultimate   power   ,   never   seeing   another   day   without   the   sunlight   upon   his   porcelain   skin   —   no   more   fear   —   only   unwavering   freedom.   

but   …   then   there   is   sebastian.   

his   first   thought   —   could   he   sacrifice   the   other   spawn   ?   could   he   so   blatantly   betray   his   trust   ,   after   everything   they’ve   already   endured   ,   both   now   and   back   then   ?    that   worry   ,   though   still   present   ,   is   heavily   muted   by   a   far   greater   concern   …

sebastian   ,   who   bears   carvings   of   his   own   ,   could   very   well   be   considering   completing   the   rite   himself   as   well.    could   very   well   be   plotting   astarion’s   demise   and   his   own   ascension.    that   notion   burns   in   his   chest   far   more   painfully   that   he   expected   it   to   ,   still   unsure   of   what   exactly   they   mean   to   one   another   —   they’re   allies   ,   so   far.    but   they   still   feel   like   they   stand   upon   unstable   ground   ,   on   top   of   legs   that   threaten   to   crumble   beneath   the   weight   of   all   of   their   baggage.    the   thought   of   sebastian   betraying   him   ,   regardless   of   being   utterly   well   deserved   ,   is   heart-wrenching.    and   terrifying.   but   this morning   ,   it   feels   easier   to   move   in   closer   than   he   had   let   himself   before   now.    and   there’s   a   shame   in   that   ,   because   he   is   brutally   self   aware   that   he   doesn’t   know   how   else   to   ensure   his   safety.    and   it’s   instinctive   ,   reflexive.    but   it   also   feels   —   different.    because   it’s   sebastian.   

it’s   sweet   ,   soft   ,   but   also   brave   ,   strong   and   surprisingly   resilient   sebastian.   this   singular   man   who   has   once   again   infiltrated   his   every   waking   thought   ,   filling   him   with   guilt   and   remorse.    and   somehow   ,   hope   was   still   trying   to   shine   through   the   darkness   between   them.    but   would   this   ritual   ruin   that   ?   

and   it’s   also   dizzying   ,   this   push   and   pull   of   his   own   emotions   ,   ripping   him   in   every   direction.    he   doesn’t   want   to   believe   that   sebastian   might   be   considering   it   ,   but   it   doesn’t   even   cross   his   mind   to   simply   ask   him   what   he   is   thinking   ,   no   —   of   course   not   [   that   would   be   too   easy   ,   apparently   ].    instead   ,   astarion   lets   soft   ,   slender   fingers   reach   out   to   touch   the   top   of   the   other   spawn’s   hand   ,   as   it   rests   upon   a   crumbled   concrete   railing   within   the   gauntlet of shar   where   they   camped   the   night   before.    the   others   are   preparing   to   face   moonrise   towers   ,   but   the   undead   pair   have   far   more   on   their   minds   [   at   least   ,   astarion   assumes   the   other   has   been   thinking   about   the   rite   as   much   as   he   has   the   entire   night   before   ].    astarion   has   avoided   touching   sebastian   ,   avoided   getting   too   close   —   mostly   because   being   near   him   is   difficult   ,   yet   he   pulls   him   in   like   the   tide   to   the   moon   all   the   same.    but   he   has   to   know   ,   he   has   to   ensure   ,   that   sebastian   won’t   completely   fuck   him   over   [   as   deserving   of   it   he   would   be   ].   

❛   i   don’t   know   about   you   ,   but   —   ❜    the   older   vampire   begins   ,   vermilion   hues   watching   as   his   own   hand   gives   the   other   spawn’s   hand   a   gentle   squeeze   ,    ❛   i   hardly   slept   a   wink   last   night.   ❜    he   didn’t   need   to   tell   sebastian   why   ,   learning   what   they’ve   learned   and   facing   what   they’re   facing.    there   is   a   subtle   ghost   of   a   smile   on   pale   lips   ,   somewhat   of   a   mask   ,   to   hide   his   antagonistic   paranoia   ,   and   he   can’t   bring   himself   to   look   the   other   in   the   eye   ,   not   just   yet.   

but   when   he   finally   does   ,   red   gaze   meeting   red   gaze   ,   that   smile   falters.   shifts.    there’s   something   vulnerable   that   takes   it’s   place.    his   mind   aches   ,   his   tadpole   tempts   him   to   peer   into   sebastian’s   head   ,   to   know   what   he’s   really   thinking   ,   what   he’s   really   plotting.    instead   of   asking   candidly   ,   he   lets   his   thumb   stroke   the   cold   flesh   of   the   other   spawn’s   hand   ,   a   gentle   caress   of   the   soft   pad   of   his   finger   ,    ❛   we’ll   end   that   son   of   a   bitch   —   ❜   there’s   a   low   almost   growl   to   his   tone   of   voice   as   brows   furrow   ,   and   he   confidently   lifts   his   head   ,   facing   the   taller   spawn   a   bit   more   directly   ,   ❛   i   know   we   will.   ❜

#runec4rved #closed starter. #v. act ii. #this feels like such a sleepy ramble xD #but i needed to do the thing

[exurgedomine]

"Deidara, are you ready?" Pein stepped through the foliage towards the Iwa-nin, right on minute he said he would appear.

Starter for @bladedhunter

#ic — Pein #.closed starter #bladedhunter #v — AVE DEUS ET OMNIA SUB IPSO (Part II)

[dreamwor1ds]

           ۟ 𐙚               ៶               𝐧. 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧               〉               “   is   he   being   stubborn   ?      what   have   you   tried   already   ?   ”

#*⠀ ii.⠀ nari yoon⠀ ↷⠀ threads.⠀ 𐙚 #closed starter. #*⠀ iii.⠀ featuring⠀ ↷⠀ gam3bo1.⠀ 𐙚 #*⠀ iii.⠀ featuring⠀ ↷⠀ sehun ryu.⠀ 𐙚

[cambius]

—— @shemurder gets a random thing .

‘ i know you’ve got a fucked up memory and everything, but— ’ there’s a pause as the devil ( who is currently lounging at last light inn within her tiefling form, not wanting to cause any uneasiness in her demon form amongst the the harpers and others here ) leans against the back of her chair. there is a faint look of despondency in her abyssal - marked features, much different from the usual look of devilish mischief or annoyance that graces her expression at all times, ‘ do you think you’ve ever killed somebody you loved before? ’ she asks because she has, and that guilt and sadness still lingers, even decades later.

#shemurder #closed starter. #act II things maybe ??? :)))

[ted-e-tonks]

Fred II @vcndetta Ted knew and accepted that he wasn't just clumsy but also had a horrible sense of direction. Yet, no matter how lost he managed to get himself, he wasn't going to get all worked up about it. Finally he decides to not be a cliche and ask the next person he sees for directions. "Hello, pardon me. I'm looking for a joke shop I came across once but can't seem to remember where it is. Do you know of any near by?"

#closed starter - Fred II

[astr0logies]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚   ╷   it's  almost  funny  ,  isn't  it  ?  funny  *&  tragic  just  how  quickly  a  decent  mood  can  be  soiled  ,  how  a  dream  can  be  so  unfairly  snuffed  out  without  as  much  as  the  most  basic  of  warnings  .  this  was  a  pain  that  poor  susie  came  to  find  out  about  in  a  moment  that  both  felt  like  it  went  by  so  fast  she  couldn't  even  process  what  had  just  unfolded  ,  yet  also  somehow  felt  as  though  it  had  lasted  a  𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴  𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴  all  in  the  same  breath  .  what  had  begun  as  a  nice  morning  ,  all  things  considered  .  .  .   short  of  a  few  odd  looks  here  *&  there  as  she  made  her  way  through  the  studio  *&  down  to  the  music  department  for  the  lines  she  was  scheduled  to  read  that  morning  ,  it  was  always  a  wonderful  morning  when  she  got  to  go  *&  spend  it  with  𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂  ,  after  all  .  all  of  it  came  crashing  down  in  momentous  fashion  the  moment  she  entered  the  music  room  ,  brown  eyes  fall  on  the  recording  booth  ,  on  her  spot  that's  being  filled  by  some  .  .  .  some  ,  unknown  woman  .  ʷʰᵒ  ʷᵃˢ  ˢᴴᴱ  ?  why  was  she  in  her  spot  ,  during  her  session  ??  why  .  .  .  why  did  sammy  not  seem  bothered  by  this  ???  her  heart  is  racing  ,  head  spinning  as  a  stomach  twisting  fear  begins  to  set  in  .  what  was  going  on  here  ?!   ❝   good  morning  ,  sammy  .  .  .  can  i  uh  ,  ask  what's  going  on  ?  ❞  she's  trying  to  hold  her  composure  ,  not  to  show  her  nerves  *&  mounting  emotion  as  hands  tremble  behind  her  full  hooped  skirt  whilst  sammy  opens  the  booth  door  to  take  a  step  out  ,  calmly  explaining  that  he  had  tried  to  call  her  ,  saying  something  about  some  sort  of  memo  she  was  supposed  to  have  gotten  ?  what  the  𝑯͟𝑬͟𝑳͟𝑳  was  he  even  talking  about  ??  she  had  been  replaced  ,  *&  somehow  everyone  but  her  received  a  memo  about  it  ?!  his  nonchalant  tone  ,  the  way  he  began  to  retract  back  into  the  booth  like  it  was  nothing  before  she  could  even  answer  ;  𝒊𝒕  𝒘𝒂𝒔  𝒕𝒐𝒐  𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 .  before  she  could  process  or  even  attempt  to  stop  herself  ,  her  palm  has  met  the  side  of  his  face  with  an  echoing  slapping  sound  as  she  feels  her  heart  shatter  in  her  chest  ;  turning  on  her  heels  to  take  off  as  she  makes  her  way  out  of  there  as  quick  as  she  possibly  could  . 

‧₊˚⋅    ♯    𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄    !     :   plotted  starter  for  sammy  lawrence  *&  susie  campbell  /  @bloomifys  . 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚   ╷she  couldn't  believe  this  ;  it  all  felt  like  a  bad  dream  .  like  ,  like  a  part  of  her  had  just  ᵈ͟ᶤ͟ᵉ͟ᵈ  hearing  sammy  tell  her  she  had  been  replaced  .  𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂 ,  he  had  been  the  one  to  first  give  her  the  news  about  alice  .  .  .  what  on  earth  was  happening  right  now  ?  she  hadn't  done  anything  ,  had  she  ?  joey  promised  her  if  she  stayed  quiet  ,  she  would  be  a  star—  but  now  ,  here  she  stood  in  a  panic  ,  tears  streaking  her  cheeks  with  black  mascara  as  her  hiccupped  sobs  are  soon  cut  through  by  the  sound  of  footsteps  ,  ones  she  hadn't  expected  to  follow  her  or  find  her  in  such  a  state  .  susie  doesn't  speak  ,  even  when  the  familiar  ,  smooth  voice  of  sammy  cuts  through  the  deafening  silence  in  the  stair  well  (  aside  from  her  cries  ,  of  course  )  ;  she  won't  even  look  at  him  as  she  stands  ,  back  against  the  wall  being  the  only  thing  keeping  the  petite  voice  actress  from  collapsing  to  the  floor  as  her  legs  threatened  to  crumble  beneath  her  at  any  moment  ,  the  hand  that  had  met  his  face  in  such  an  unexpected  manner  just  moments  ago  still  stinging  from  the  smack  as  she  uses  it  to  cup  over  her  mouth  now  in  a  vain  attempt  to  stifle  her  sobbing  .

#( SCREAMS CRIES THROWS UP EVERYWHERE IM NOT OKAYYYYYYYY ) #‧₊˚⋅ ♯ v. ᶤ'ᵐ ᵍᵒᶰᶰᵃ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵇᶤᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ╷susie campbell ♡ ̆̈₊ ‧˚₊‧ #‧₊˚⋅ ♯ ii. ᶤᶰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ╷threads ♡ ̆̈₊ ‧˚₊‧ #‧₊˚⋅ ♯ v. ᵛᵉʳˢᵉˢ╷pre ink machine verse ♡ ̆̈₊ ‧˚₊‧ #‧₊˚⋅ ♯ v. ᵈʸᶰᵃᵐᶤᶜˢ╷ft. sammy lawrence / bloomifys ♡ ̆̈₊ ‧˚₊‧ #‧₊˚⋅ ♯ ii. ᶤᶰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ╷closed starter ♡ ̆̈₊ ‧˚₊‧

[stormbcrn]

"ASK THE GOOD MASTERS of Astapor about my dragons, if you doubt them. I've seen a slaver's eyes melt and go running down his cheeks." / @celestieu, sc.

#celestieu #♕ * ic. / interactions. #♕ * v. ii / mother of dragons. #♕ * q. / turn us away and we will burn queue first. #thank you sm for liking my starter call #i love dany x all things magical so maddie is just perf #i'm not sure how much you know about got but daenerys' dragons are said to have brought magic back to the human world and #being close to them makes magic stronger!

[lycanstark]

       ❛   don’t take this the wrong way, cos...   ❜   the wolf paused, trying to figure out the proper way to circle back to his original question, the spiraling of possible decisions having taken them further and further off course. logan knew, all too well, that he only had just so long before the window of opportunity closed.   ❛   ─   but i was asking what you wanted for dinner? there’s no right or wrong answer here... i just... kinda need to know something before we starve to death.   ❜

      ↳   @khozmoh​​​   》   sc.

#khozmoh #❛ ━━ psychos and wolfsbane & * ( ii. ) #cosmo x logan tbt #❛ ━━ starter & * ( closed. ) #❛ ━━ starter & * ( general. )

[hatredcurse]

“You’ve…grown up.” Itsuki’s voice was soft, obsidian eyes holding mixed emotions. Disbelief. Sadness. Joy, at finally being able to see her other little brother again, but… she didn’t like what she saw. Kyosuke had warned her, of what had been happening and what Sasuke was becoming. But apart of her didn’t want to believe it, she supposed. Apart of her hoped that she would see the little boy with excitement and light in his eyes. She was met with a stranger with held darkness as black as a starless sky. “Sasuke.” @twinuchiha | — closed starter

Sasuke’s path had been cut short. Walking down a long road❟ he found the familiar warming tendrils of someone he used to know brush the backside of his arms. Concern and altruism leaking at feathery ends❟ grasping at the outline of someone who is simply not there anymore. 🙶 Itsuki❟ 🙷 he said❟ dismissingly❟ as if she were a petulant child interrupting an important meeting.  His fingers twitched❟ the muscles stretching out and flexing the blood back into tightly wound white knuckles. There was a reflex when Sasuke first laid eyes on his sister❟ mistaking her for someone else before he noticed the obvious difference in round eyes and the foreign worry on her brow. Itachi could never. 🙶 Where is he? 🙷 He didn’t care all that much what she wanted. It wouldn’t be that hard to guess at this point. 

#Sasuke ic #Verse: Oscillation Between Sense and Nonsense (Part II) #closed starter #ask #twinuchiha

[mischiefxmanagcd]

“Please, I am begging you for help right now.” The look of pleading in Johanna’s eyes would hopefully be enough to get her aunt on her side, though she was willing to add more to sweeten the pot if she had to. “I don’t know why my dads think the fact I’m going on a date is such a huge deal, but they won’t shut up about it. So, can I just get ready over here, maybe get some help with an outfit and makeup and such. We can even tell them that the date was canceled and I’m hanging out here for the night.” Not that lying to Dean and Cas would be an easy thing to do, but Jo was perfectly fine doing so, if she could get Jess on her side. “Pleassee.” // @crispyblonde

#i. closed starter -> crispyblonde -> jessica moore. #ii. muse -> johanna winchester. #idk what this is but please have it #bc i'm imagining dean and cas being like #'we'll just follow her wherever her date is to make sure there's no funny business'

[sundrybunch-a]

“I just want to say that I am incredibly grateful that Wyatt was out there with you and managed to get you back to us safely.” Sure, Stuart had a lot to do with it as well, but if it hadn’t been for Wyatt, they may not have found Judd in time. He could have lost his leg or worse. “Did you manage to find out why the sudden delinquency problem while you were out bonding?” // @empathichearts

#i. interactions -> closed starter #ii. muse -> grace ryder #iii. empathichearts -> judd ryder #empathichearts

[wiredsmile]

NEW TAGS , PART TWO .

#˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . threads ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . ims/texts ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . crack ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . wishlist ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . answered ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . closed starter ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . open starter ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . wanted verse ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . wanted dynamic ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . wanted plot ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ ii. 𐙚 IC. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . wanted opposite ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ .

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˚₊‧   𝜗𝜚.   𝚃𝙰𝙶   𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙿   :   in  character   tags   .

#✩ ₊ ˚ ♯ ii. 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗! ︲threads 。♡ྀིᵎᵎ #✩ ₊ ˚ ♯ ii. 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗! ︲texts/ims 。♡ྀིᵎᵎ #✩ ₊ ˚ ♯ ii. 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗! ︲open starter 。♡ྀིᵎᵎ #✩ ₊ ˚ ♯ ii. 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗! ︲closed starter 。♡ྀིᵎᵎ #✩ ₊ ˚ ♯ ii. 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗! ︲wishlist 。♡ྀིᵎᵎ #✩ ₊ ˚ ♯ ii. 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗! ︲wanted dynamic 。♡ྀིᵎᵎ #✩ ₊ ˚ ♯ ii. 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗! ︲wanted verse 。♡ྀིᵎᵎ #✩ ₊ ˚ ♯ ii. 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗! ︲wanted plot 。♡ྀིᵎᵎ #✩ ₊ ˚ ♯ ii. 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗! ︲wanted opposite 。♡ྀིᵎᵎ #✩ ₊ ˚ ♯ ii. 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗! ︲answered ask 。♡ྀིᵎᵎ