Where: In town somewhere Who: Open to anyone!

“Where is there to dance in this town? I mean I know I’ve been here for a while but I’m still yet to find somewhere decent. Or maybe it’s the people I’m with that are the problem and you can change everything?” Wiggling her eyebrows at the nearby figure with a wicked smile pulling at the corner of her lips. It was pretty late but she’d just finished a babysitting session and truly the blonde needed to let off some steam - preferably with alcohol or another fun additional extra to get involved in. “And I’m not talking like…shuffling from one foot to another like at a school disco, I’m talking like…dancing.” As she moved to indicate exactly what she meant with only the imagined song in her head for accompaniment.  @aurorabaystarter

The teenager rifles through his overcoat pockets, pulling out a bobby pin and small screwdriver. A glance around, crouching down to begin picking at the lock to the storage room while the coast seemed clear.

" i don't know why you're looking after me. " her voice is hoarse, which really doesn't help her bid at dismissive reassurance. nor does the fact that she's sitting on the sofa, surrounded by eleven blankets that the squad and kids insisted on, and gripping a long-cold cup of tea like a lifeline. " i'm fine. never been better, actually. and i love stanley, but he's my dad! he worries about me! you don't need to join him! seriously, go on away home! "

OPEN STARTER! [ OPEN TO MUTUALS ONLY! ]

-Open starter from Damian, for f/m-

‘I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it’

open

There was still time before the ceremony started, but Edward was already there, pacing by the entrance, clearly nervous. He was fidgeting with his hands, making an anxious noise that seemed completely involuntary.

He had read that it would be nice to actually receive the guests while he didn't have to go to the altar, but the best he could do was a give a wide-eyed, desperate look into the direction of people, and sometimes a belated nod.

Open post-Christmas starter!

"Look! Come and look what I got for Christmas!"

She was positively beaming from ear to ear. This wasn't even her first Christmas in Garnet's home; but even three years on, they were still finding new and exciting ways to surprise the 12-year-old.

Still clad in her favourite festive sweater, the one with candy canes depicted all over it, even though Christmas day was a few days behind them at this point, Vanellope wasted no time in guiding the other through the beach house and upstairs to her bedroom. Laid out on the floor before them, in amongst a satisfying number of other presents, was her new pride and joy.

"It's the most modern Scalextric track kit! Now I can play at being a racer in real life, not just in video games! And it's totally got a butt-tonne of impressive features, too."

She'd never had one of these before, but she'd sure ogled them in the catalogues plenty of times. Looked like someone had finally taken notice.

She was already holding out a controller to her guest.

"So c'mon. You gotta challenge me to a few rounds now that you're here..."

Open starter

"Why are you doing this?" the Winter Soldier asked, more confused than ever before and with a horrible headache that he swore grew stronger with each passing moment raging within his head. No one had ever bothered enough to treat him like a human being and even if they did, it was for no reason other than to take it all away the moment he failed. This time wouldn't be any different.

"What do you want?"

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He’d already watched her finish her third glass of w*ne before he decided to pull the burner phone out. He’d been sitting in his usual spot for long enough to know that her husband was gone, she was alone, and it seemed she was trying to dr*wn her sorrows. Perfect. Dialing the number he knew by heart, Dex smirked at the look on her face when she looked at the caller I.D. He brought a new phone each time he came, in case she ever tried to block his number after they spoke ( although, the way things had been going lately, he didn’t think that was really an issue anymore ) so he knew she wouldn’t recognize it per se, but he knew she would still know exactly who it was. He hummed, a pleased little noise, at the sound of her hesitant, hopeful, voice as she answered.  “Looks like he left you all alone again, darlin’.” he spoke in a low voice. “He must not know what you look like in that little nightgown.”

open to mutuals

❝ If ya wanna seduce Steven, take ‘im for a nice walk along the beach. As for Marc... tell ‘im deep ocean creature facts. They’ll both love it, trust me. ❞

"Robo wants an Oreo."

     She hated this day. . .LOATHED it with all her existence; the day she was GIVEN AWAY, the day she was turned into a WEAPON. . .the day AKAME as she is now. . .was made. (One might as well consider it her birthday. . .for her original was forgotten, and cast ASIDE, long ago.) It was never a day to ACCEPT, to REMEMBER. . .but rather. . .one she wished to simply PASS HER BY without any attention to it at all. 

          A day to REFLECT on all she’s loved and lost. . .since becoming WHO SHE IS. 

               (If she could simply DIE and reverse it all. . .she would.) 

     And so she sits, MESMERIZED by the stars above, and reflects. . .lost in her thoughts.

      “Please,  don’t talk about the mistakes of the past.  It makes the past... tense.”

@historias-multorum

The hospital bed that Ari lay in was just as uncomfortable for him as ever, his body aching from his lack of movement thanks to his actively decaying lungs. He'd thought he would be used to the feeling by now, having used his clan's jutsu in battle before, but no matter how many times he did, without the proper training he'd needed growing up that he wasn't able to get, the damage done to his lungs would get him right back in the hospital once again with the feeling that his lungs were shriveling up.

With the number of times that Ari has ended up in this exact position, knowing that Tsunade was the one that patched him up 95% of the time, he could already see her expression as she walked into the room, seeing just exactly who it was she was dealing with and then realizing just what exactly had happened for him to have gotten in here. Not to mention, didn't she say something about this the last time that he was in here for this exact same reason?

❝If I see you in here because you can't fight someone without having to use that jutsu of yours, you won't have to worry about your lungs being the thing to take you out.❞

She had paused, taking away her stethoscope from his chest after listening and gathering what info she had already known, considering this was slowly becoming a more regular occurrence.

❝I'll take you out myself.❞

As Ari lay there in the bed, now sweating bullets at the memory, he considered getting up and opening the window to his room and making his great escape before there was even a chance to encounter the woman, ready to live out the rest of his days, no matter how small the number, in the comfort of his home. Just as he went to sit up after talking himself into it, the door to his hospital room creaked open, and Ari slowly turned to see the one person who he didn't want to see.

Tsunade.

❝Ari.❞

❝I'M SORRY!❞ His body jolted at the sound of her voice, trapping him on the bed from the pain that wracked his body. ❝IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE, I SWEAR! I ONLY DID IT AS A LAST RESORT! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, I'M TOO YOUNG!❞

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“my mind costs more than pretty penny.” gaze remains downcast, certain to avoid any unnecessary contact. no distractions, that’s the name of this particular game. for helena, that’s the name of every game: for every day of her life, it’s about no unwelcome intrusions but rather connections that will only bring her further to reaching her ultimate goal of taking down the sicilian mafia. perhaps that’s what he will bring, & she certainly hopes so — otherwise what was the point of meeting up in the first place?

fingers take cautious hold of the porcelain cup resting before her, filled to its brim with the finest coffee that could be procured at their established place of meeting. It’s not the most adorned of cafes, but she had decided upon choosing that it would be acceptable for the purpose at hand. no frills. “ & my mind is not a place you want to be. did you have information for me?”

Heart Pirate Open Starter

Breakfast in the Polar Tang’s galley was generally a chill affair. Some of the Hearts were slower to awaken than others while some didn’t sleep at all, so voices were often kept low out of respect. So, it startled more than a few people when Darter came charging into the room, newspaper in hand and excited grin on his face.

“Wake the fuck up, everyone! Ikkaku got her first bounty!”

The woman in question nearly choked on her coffee at that announcement, staring at Law’s on-call assassin, completely dumbfounded. Her eyes widened further when he presented a wanted poster, beaming. “Check it out! Two million berri! Not bad for an engineer, I’d say! Wanted dead or alive for sabotage, theft, impersonating a Marine, arson, and general piracy.”

“Imagine how much higher it would have been if they knew all the other stuff you’ve done,” Cousteau chuckled, raising his orange juice in a mock toast.

“Next time, you should kill someone. That’ll really raise the number!”

“Mmmm, not really sure we should be celebrating,” Crozier pointed out. “The last thing we need is the Marines actively gunning for our engineer. Anything happens to her, we could be screwed.”

Ikkaku barely registered their comments, mostly because she was too busy staring at the poster. She supposed it shouldn’t have been too surprising – Law’s last mission had gone well, all things considered. He’d gotten her into a Marine base and she’d done a thorough job not only dismantling the experimental sonar equipment their Research & Development department had been working on, but stealing as many blueprints she could get her hands on and doing even more damage to the lab to keep the Marines busy and off the Hearts’ trail. But she must have slipped up somehow because the engineer had been identified. Usually, the Marines couldn’t pinpoint which Heart to blame for what when Law put his plans into action, so the majority of the blame just fell on the mastermind captain. And while the bounty wasn’t much, it was decently impressive for an eighteen-year-old mechanic. Perhaps her brother had been able to identify her? But no, the Marine captain likely wouldn’t have wanted her noticed, lest she be connected back to him and affect his chance for promotion.

Yet all that was secondary in her mind, as her attention was glued to the chosen photo. It wasn’t a bad picture. On the contrary, she looked fantastic, caught mid-stretch and smiling beside the ship, her boiler suit unzipped and tied around her waist revealing her chest that was only just contained by her sports bra, a faint sheen of sweat making her skin glisten in the sunlight. Honestly, kind of she looked like a pin-up model, which would have been flattering except for one key detail.

“When the fuck was this even taken?!” Ikkaku screeched, utterly mortified. Her reaction drew the rest of the crew’s attention, and the poster was quickly yanked out of her hands to be passed around, some of the boys staring disbelievingly while others began cackling and joking.

“Did the photographer say he was from a magazine or something?” Malamute asked, the tall tattoo artist holding the poster above his head so she couldn’t reach it.

“Fuck no! It was probably some creepy pervert hiding in the bushes!” she insisted, cheeks bright red with embarrassment.

Before he could tease her further or she could kick him in the stomach, the poster was snatched out of his hand by someone else, and Ikkaku turned, glaring at the culprit.

“You lookin’ to make fun of me, too?”