closed starter for @mccntower muse. bailey rollings, maddie phillips fc.

"I'm sorry, who are you again? Have we met?" The blonde raised her voice loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the club goers in the background. Bailey did enjoy playing games, especially since she was still mad after their last encounter. "I'm gonna keep acting like I don't know you until you've finished groveling."

lucky 📲 mac.

Lucky: Hey Lucky: Are you going to the masquerade?

open to all ; it's another zombie thing merhaps

Oliver closed the door and locked it, then leaned against the heavy wood. Getting home was a challenge as the city began to gridlock. He avoided the subway, instead relied on his two feet to be as nimble as possible to get from the office to home. Things weren't bad yet, judging by the lack of sirens. It was getting bad. Going to be bad beyond expectations. "Uh, you here?" Oliver called, the shock still numbing his body. The bodies that laid on his cold metal table usually remained there. His world of florescent lights, autopsy forms, and court evidence was always regulated within the comfortable realm of conventional science. Now that things were not falling within those boundaries, he felt unmoored. And scared. "We need to go."

uly 📲 clare.

Uly: Oh shit it sent this time

Uly: U been off the grid?

PISSED WAS THE UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR to describe how she felt when her father pulled her into his office to tell her the news. She was given absolutely no choice in the matter, TOLD WHAT TO DO without compromise. That was Corbett Stackhouse for you; a man that laid out orders and expected you to follow them no matter how it effected your life, as long as he was making money. She had tried protesting but he didn't budge so there was only one other person who would have to hear about it — the new fiancé. Hoping that he was at his club to get an earful, she didn't even bother waiting around for a driver to take her there, instead, she hoped in her own car and broke speed limits to get there on her own.

Sookie barged into the club, brown eyes flickering around her immediate surroundings trying to spot him but he must have been elsewhere. Security intervened her from getting further into the establishment and she demanded to see Kirk Bradshaw. She was told to sit and wait for him, but defiant like a child would, she insisted she'd stand and wait for him while one of the security members went to tell him that Stackhouse's daughter was here to see him, and she wasn't happy.

✞ ───── @deathsfollow !

mack 📲 fiona.

mack:

@fionaosmvn

starter for @pomegrnate ♡

a few dates in and kayla may or may have finally gave her heart to taehui. uncertain of where things are going, she yet found her comfort in his company. the moon was dimlit, however, enough to see every detail of his face with her head on his lap. what a romantic way to show affection in a middle of late night picnic by the beach, they both for sure thought. she ran her fingers ran through his cheek, admiration was evident on the female's lips. "who would have thought, huh?"

buddy 📲 edie.

Buddy: Hey Buddy: Been a while Buddy: You doing alright?

❛ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 ? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 ? ❜

the vampire spawn had asked to see her, really see her, in her truest form. she supposed it was just his curiosity, though, nepharia doesn’t think she looks too much different like this. and so here she stands, after the glimmer of a magical, red smoke cloud clears, secluded with him in the wooded area near their camp where they have been sneaking off together the past few nights, she shows herself to him fully. she stands at 5’10”, now an inch taller than the elf when she used to stand a couple of inches beneath him. her wings are wide and fleshy, pale and veiny, and one can almost see the moonlight shining through the thin skin. they have a few rips and tears here and there, but they are still fully functional wings. they widely stretch outward, having been tucked away for so long, it does feel good to give them some room. her body doesn’t change much, aside from the wings, but her claws have grown a bit longer, a bit sharper, same as her teeth. the second most noticeable change is her eyes. the whites turn a deep black, the pupils shine and glow a bright white in the darkness of the night.

nepharia is already studying astarion’s face, seeking a genuine reaction before he’s even able to speak. out of everyone here, the succubus is most comfortable revealing this secret to the vampire first, as though he might be able to empathize with her discretion being a “monster” himself. she can’t say she necessarily trusts the elf, but from what she’s heard from him so far, they seem to have similar traumas, though they haven’t quite gotten down to the marrow of their stories just yet. they’ve already had sex, but only once, since the next morning was equally rough for both of them. the sex was a partially a power move, but nepharia would be lying if she said she wasn’t the tiniest bit attracted to the spawn before her, which certainly made her a bit nervous. she suppresses that for now, because she feels as though astarion is using her for the same reasons as her. someone to trust in a time of great peril, someone to help keep her alive. call it intuition, but something about astarion’s entire front seems disingenuous, she just can’t place why. nepharia gives a small, slow spin, her gray, freckled flesh vaguely covered with the minimal fabric of red lingerie, then confidently offers him a fanged smirk, ❛ 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ? ❜ she asks as though she might be offended if his answer is no.

* closed starter | @vampiheir

x 📲 gideon.

x: i'm not going to be able to make the meeting on wednesday. x: thursday work for you?

Bora 📲 Sebi.

Bora: If you see this girl at Oasis, keep an eye on her. Bora: She's a klepto for glasses.

closed starter for @mccntower muse. hayden lutz, christopher briney fc.

"You know I'm not good with ultimatums." For as much as his father had tried to push him away from growing up the same way he did, Hayden still ended up exactly like him. "So if you have to walk away cause I can't give you what you need, then that's what you gotta do."

lucky 📲 lori.

Lucky: Why didn't you tell me you managed to sneak into the Emmys? Lucky: I bet Lee's fuming him being there didn't get as many retweets as you

open to all 25+ based on this

Wolf wiped down the counter of the bar as he prepped for opening. His mom had texted about dinner the next night and he was musing about what to bring to their movie themed dinner night. He loved his bar from the thrifted pieces he and his mom found to the murals he did on the walls. It was his place, he loved it. Sure some of the regulars knew him from when he was a toddler and ate cereal at the cafe, or he graffitied their house when he was a teen. By bygones were bygones. After stepping to the back to retrieve a new keg, he wrestled it to the bar again only to see someone in front of him. "Sorry we don't open for another– Hi."

uly 📲 madison.

Uly: You still live in the building? Uly: Havent seen you lurking around outside in a minute

closed starter: @dylan-westwick

setting: Fine Arts Club outdoor installment

Thalia let a manicured finger trace along the edge of a display table. While she was happy with the amount of art she already displayed in her townhome, Kathleen told her that there was always space in the University. If there was an art style that properly caught her eye of course. So far the art was quite pleasant but there wasn't something that truly inspired her. "What do you think about something like this? Would this inspire you to study harder?" Thalia asked, turning to the person next to her.