Open starter: Nightmares

oh, mod here, trigger warning for self harm and nightmares/panic attack/general anxiety!! the starter will be below the cut

Xiao jolted awake, eyes darting around from where he lay in the branches of the tree that grew around Wangshu Inn.

"You're safe...you're fine..." Xiao ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm down.

He stood at the top level of the Inn, folding his arms on top of the railing and resting his head on them. Xiao bit them into his forearms. His sharp teeth dug into his arms. He tried and failed to breathe deeply.

"...why did I have to be the one to survive?"

Tears sprung at the corners of his eyes despite his protests.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry..."

They were hanging upside down from a tree, something that was made harder thanks to their mask. Their blood ran to their head and they held their mask in place, unwilling to risk letting it fall when someone could stumble across them but also not wanting to admit defeat to gravity.

They were trying to sort through their thoughts, usually they'd climb a tall building or something to clear their mind, but that wasn't an option right now, so they took one out of Spring's book and did this instead.

Of course, Spring didn't have to worry about the blood rushing to her head like they did, so it was arguable if they were actually getting anywhere.

It was strange. Everything felt lively, yet quiet. Things were definitely happening, but never where they were, and if anything big was happening, clearly no one felt the need to include them or ask for their help.

And that was fine.

That was what they told themselves, anyway. They had always intended to leave distance between them and the rest of the team. It was better that way, no one really needed to know them. Sure, V had accepted them, but there was no saying if anyone else would.

That logic didn't hold up as well as it used to. Not after everything that had happened, from the bots showing up to everything that was Halloween and so on.

They swung slightly back and forth, deep in thought. Honestly, they were distracted by their own thoughts and probably a bit too easy to sneak up on.

my muse needs a little jump start, so like this for a tiny starter! ♡

then! with that! consider this an inbox / sentence starter call for any of my new persona 3 muses added! ( makoto, akihido, shinjiro, shuji/chairman, hidetoshi, kazushi and ken - remember to specify which of your muses it's for in the replies! additionally, if you do not specify one of my own muses, then I will choose at random! )

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[ if ur a multimuse pls reply with which muse you want me to throw her at ]

Like for a starter with one of my newer muses:

Juliette James {Renee Rapp fc}

Grace Thompson {Sydney Sweeney fc}

Sawyer Sullivan {Jacob Elordi fc}

Heath Sullivan {Chris Briney fc}

Colt Presley {Glen Powell fc}

Levi Bernthal { Andrew Garfield fc}

open to: w / m / nb

muse: summer thorne. 21 - 23. zoology student with crappy jobs.

plot: i’m sitting alone at a coffee shop and you are also sitting alone and u heard me talking on the phone to my best friend and i was joking with her about getting a sugar daddy bc i’m hella broke, but i swear that i’m like kinda normal, now stop laughing

" as thrilled as i am to be such great entertainment for you, i'd really appreciate if you could keep the laughing to a minimum. it was a joke, i swear i'm... normal, enough. "

/ does anyone ever get anxious about replying to an open? like you see it, and you want to reply to it, but you're instantly like, " lol they don't actually want me to reply to it." cause that's totally me right now.

Rook pulls up in his Katyusha with this blaring over the radio that's not tied down by anything at all, wyd.

They had curled up on themselves as best as they could right now. It was really only a matter of time before they found themselves without anything to do and some thoughts they usually tried to push down resurfaced.

It was only a matter of time before they were forcefully reminded that they were in a world that wasn't their own. That they were so far away from their friends, from their family- their brother.

That hit them the most. They usually spent so much time with their brother, but they had been away from each other for months now. They spent their birthday apart and now their favorite holiday.

They were hurt but no matter how much they wanted it to happen, he wouldn't be there to comfort them.

Something finally snapped in them, and tears started falling. Once they started it was like they couldn't stop, desperately trying to muffle their sobs.

They suddenly hoped that no one would come see them.

''You gotta be kidding me.''

Jason's shoulders tensed up, burying himself deeper into the leather jacket, as he glared at the first snowflakes of the season through his helmet. ''Now?'' And a shiver travelled down his spine. ''I hate this fucking city -''

Starter Call!

Like / reblog for a starter and specify the muse or I just may pick one for ya! (^.^)

Starter Call!

Like / reblog for a starter and specify the muse or I just may pick one for ya! (^.^)

With everything going on with the lawsuit, with the family trying to take her license for failing to save their son, Jasmine had heavily considered just staying on the ranch for the afternoon. She hadn't really been in the most social mood lately. But when it came down to it, she knew that she needed to be front and center at their booth for the Founder's Day event. She knew her grandfather would give her 'that look' if she didn't, and as independent as she was she had to admit she hated disappointing him. Looking out at the crowds that had gathered for the even, though, she was glad she had chosen to come instead. Seeing all the happy faces of the townspeople, especially the children, had helped improve her mood greatly. Even if she lost the case, there were other things she could do with her life that still involved helping children. She could teach - whether that meant going back to school to get an education degree or teaching at the university - or she could work at a daycare center. If she wanted to broaden her efforts a bit, she could even apply to be a 9-1-1 operator or something. Either way, her life wasn't over. The sound of goats calling gathered her attention, and her eyes widened as she saw the gate to the petting zoo coral standing wide open. The goats were out with the calves right following right behind them. "Oh fuck me," she muttered under her breath before running over to try and gather them up. She'd managed to get some of them back into the corral, but not all. After a few minutes, she managed to get them cornered between the edge of the outer corral and the storefront of the parking lot they were set up in, but one set of goats was gearing to run to her left and some of the calves were starting to veer right. "Oh come on, y'all. Don't do this to me," she commented poised in the middle of them and trying to figure out how the hell she was going to get both of them.

open to: m / w / nb

muse: briar vega. history student only to please the parents.

" would it be wrong for me to kiss you? "