#» ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

[nvrcmplt]

"A-ah shit..." Melted candle wax and blood from his fingertips, the runes and its mistake clearly showing the mishap stained the wall and floors but now they were burning, stained in magic out of Tyler's field but thankfully - burning out into nothingness. He couldn't sense a tear in space nor an influx of magic in the air - so to him, it was a safe space.

Still that didn't make him unharmed, he felt internal injuries sloosh - blood on his tongue and oozing from his nostril. He was sure his ears were going for it too - and now he found himself wheezing as his gut hurts. Exhausted from the drain of it all. He knew his fuel was down low and thus - he felt his body closing down more and more. "Th-that'll teach me. . ."

Slumping, his body rested with a wet wheeze as his lashes flutter down for the darkness to take him into its slumber.

#« ( Tyler ) » IC. #messing with old magic as usual #» ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

[presstheadvantage]

❝It's... this way?❞

Gorou's brows draw together tightly in confusion as he studies the map a passerby was kind enough to draw for him, supposedly showing the route to this land's capital. Unfortunately, the scribbles adorning the crinkled parchment could be compared to that of a child's. Is that a tree or a river?

Loops and circles converged in ways he didn't think were possible. How was he supposed to make sense of any of this? With a heavy sigh, Gorou resigns himself to sitting on the nearest rock he could find, ears lowering in defeat as he rolls up the so-called map.

❝Face it, Gorou. You're lost.❞ he mumbles to himself, eyes closing as his free hand rubs at his nose. What was it again that had possessed him to do this mission alone? He was already starting to miss Inazuma.

#❝ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ.❞ - ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

[redemption-for-sinners]

*sniff*

*sniff sniff*

"Does... Does anyone else smell fire?"

#ᴄʜᴀꜱɪɴɢ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡꜱ ♔ ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ #ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ♔ ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

[mcgic]

TAG DUMP II; GENERAL

 ( ☆ - ɪᴄ . ) ( ☆ - ᴏᴏᴄ . ) ( ☆ - ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs . ) ( ☆ - ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs . ) ( ☆ - ʜᴄ . ) ( ☆ - ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ . ) ( ☆ - ᴀᴇs . ) ( ☆ - ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ . ) ( ☆ - ᴏᴘᴇɴ . ) ( ☆ - sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ . ) ( ☆ - ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ . ) ( ☆ - sᴇʟғ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ . ) ( ☆ - ᴀʀᴛ . )

#( ☆ - ɪᴄ . ) #( ☆ - ᴏᴏᴄ . ) #( ☆ - ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs . ) #( ☆ - ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs . ) #( ☆ - ʜᴄ . ) #( ☆ - ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ . ) #( ☆ - ᴀᴇs . ) #( ☆ - ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ . ) #( ☆ - ᴏᴘᴇɴ . ) #( ☆ - sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ . ) #( ☆ - ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ . ) #( ☆ - sᴇʟғ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ . ) #( ☆ - ᴀʀᴛ . )

[magemaestro]

pre-day of unity | open starter

THE HALLS OF HEXSIDE are quiet this evening--most have gone home. In the furthest corners of the bard track department, however, a recorder plays.

In the bard homeroom, Skara has taken to the stage in the center of the room. She plays her recorder, stomping her feet in time with her playing as she dances a spell circle, seemingly practicing a particularly tricky spell. A ghostly voice accompanies her spellcasting, an illusory noise. It seems to be coming from the spell she's casting.

Look how the light of the town, the lights of the town are shining now. Tonight I'll be dancing around I'm off on the road to Glandway now.

A mist begins to spread outward from the center of the spell circle, and Skara's eyes light up as she continues stamping her feet, twirling in a circle, skirts flying out around her--ending her casting with a sharp note and stomp of her foot.

A gust of wind blows through the room, furniture getting knocked back by the force of the spell, Skara as the central point. The music has cut off, but the clattering is certain to draw attention from anyone nearby.

#ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴏsᴏ! ~ ɪᴄ. #ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜᴇᴛ! ~ ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ. #ǫ. #:: me changing the names of real places 2 make them boiling isles places. dont mind me

[medimanic]

ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ. ᴜɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs.

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"Yes, what brings you in today? I am very busy."

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#INTERACTION CALL.

[dxmonborn-a]

.·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙　✩　̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ . "Ｗｈｏ ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ？" "ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ. ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ…" .·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙　✩　̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ .

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴏᴄ. ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴅɪᴇ, 26, sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ.

ᴄᴀᴀʀᴅ. ᴍᴇᴍᴇs. ᴏᴘᴇɴ. sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ. ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs.

Hᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: @righteouslysin @stanfordprepped @jchnwinchester @sheprotec @loyaltyfallen @bleakfated @ofblackskies @theoneswithoutpacks

Aғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: @pastelchosen @rpsocsandcanonohmy @heldheart @xcruel-gamex

#&&. I hate what I see in the mirror // promo

[roseguided]

ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ﹕ birdie roberts

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 before it retreats to be clasped together behind back. blonde wears a bright smile, blue eyes sparkle, cheeks dusted with just enough rosy pink. the aura she gives is sweet, bubbly, adventurous. the purple dress she wears compliments her curly blonde hair, the plumpness of dimpled cheeks. ❛ hiya , ❜ birdie says in a upbeat tone. ❛ whatcha doin ? ❜ she's a curious girl, a busy bee, & above all looking to make someone's day.

#open starter: birdie roberts #muse: barbie roberts #little open <3

[gswhan]

ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ  ━━   ( Hongsi Hill Lighthouse, 7:12PM )

Those who had the luxury of knowing him knew of the man as a creature of habit. He handled his own schedule meticulously, not a second wasted nor a hair out of place. Modern conveniences quickened his process significantly but he still mulled about like an old lighthouse keeper from the 1900's, inundated with an endless list of his own making.

The sky has turned into a dulling fire, dark purple bleeding into the warm reds and oranges. These colors are all he needs to know the next day will he free from worry at sea. He smiles to himself as he peers out from behind the curtains of his living quarters but the moment of optimism is quickly lost.

He plucks the rifle usually mounted on the wall. It's bolt-action, probably dysfunctionalㅡhe knows this well. It's a tool of intimidation and nothing more. ( Had he emerged with his shotgun, it would be an entirely different story. ) The small hatchet he had been using to cut wood still hangs from his belt loop. Behind him, the previous keeper's large hound bellows and barks, its hulking black form blending seamlessly in the darkness. He raises the rifle, foot propped in the crack of the door as a measure of precaution.

He does not fear. He does not hesitate. He simply waits.

An answer from whoever it is is bound to come with these markers of urgency. He is typically a patient man. But one can never be too careful. The keeper he was working to replace told him stories of the constant intruders ( some of which he already experienced during the day ) some in the form of malicious spirits who seek to extinguish the light. They arrive like moths to flame.

"Better tell me why you're standing there before I lose my patience. People don't hear too much noise that happens up here down there." He gestures to the sea of light from the town below them. They're far enough down hill to simply appear as an amalgamation of orbs. Like someone poured a bioluminescent creature into the valley.

"Unless you're asking for trouble."

#gsw:open #a disheveled man in an open flannel shirt points a rifle at you. wyd? #only one other person can reply to this !!

[frxcturedwings]

ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs sʀ𝟸 sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The last few months and events that took place, seemed to be much worse than her actually being in coma for those whole five years.

Betrayal hurt, especially since Dove was already betrayed once and now that she experienced betrayal again? It was hard to trust anyone.

Fortunately Gat had her back, Shaundi was cool and she grew to like Pierce as well.

However, there could be nothing worse than loss.

Loss of an ally, which affected not only her but the whole gang.

First Aisha who was executed by Ronins, and then Carlos. Oh this kid…

Maybe Dove was being too rough on him… maybe she should have believed in him more, but would it change anything? Most likely not.

Ever since she had joined the saints, she has never had a problem with killing anyone if needed, but killing one of her own? It was so brutal, and so hard to accept.

The saints have avenged him, they did but Dove still felt bad.

Cold, autumn wind whipping her face as woman crouched down in front of the grave, blue irises filled with sorrow as the flowers have been placed on the grave.

It was… one of those days when she mourned the fallen comrades.

Only few moments have passed, and she already heard footsteps drawing closer.

❝ Didn’t exactly expect you to follow me here. Shouldn’t you be with the rest of the gang? ❞

#saints row roleplay #saints row 3 remastered #saints row rp #open starter

[nvrcmplt]

Purring alien noises~ ♥

#« ( Praecipua ) » IC. #» ɴsғᴡ #» ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ #» ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

[jigoku-no-marimo]

▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ 𝙟𝙞𝙜𝙤𝙠𝙪-𝙣𝙤-𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙤 █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂

'ʀᴏʀᴏɴᴏᴀ ᴢᴏʀᴏ' ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇɪɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ ᴏᴅᴀ's "ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ"

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, sᴇᴍɪ-sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ, ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ

ᴏᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ

ᴍɪx ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ/ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂

ᴍᴜɴ ɪs 𝟸𝟷+ʏ/ᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ 𝟸𝟶+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ʀᴘ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ.

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴜʟᴇs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀ��ᴛ

ʙɪᴏ / ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs / ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs / ᴍᴇᴍᴇs / sɪɴᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs

#ooc #Pinned post #OPRP #One Piece RP #One Piece Role Play #Roronoa Zoro #Roronoa Zoro RP

[mxchineherald]

[ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ]

That had to be the hundredth combination he'd put into the Hexcore that day alone, and still with no success. For being within the 'City of Progress', he had made barely a baby step in any direction toward discovery or revelation. Frustration bit at the edges of his mind, seeping out into a sour expression on his resting face. He slipped his hands free of the controls, quickly jotting down a note of failure next to the list of runic inputs. With delicate and precise movements, Viktor began to input a new combination.

He chewed the inside of his lip, dry and chapped from the cold he was still fighting off. Jayce would have most likely told him to go home and rest, but it had been a week already, and he was falling behind. At least one of them had to be getting some sort of work done. It really wasn't that bad, just some dizziness and fatigue lingered behind as symptoms, along with the cough that he usually struggled with, which began to bubble up in his chest. He tried to hold it back to complete the input of runes, but his body had other plans.

He seized up in a flurry of coughs, his fingers instinctively pulling out of the controls to prevent messing up the sequence. Hands cupped his mouth as he raggedly hacked out a few more coughs. Eventually, his chest began to settle, and he sighed out in relief and dropped his hands into his lap. With worried eyes, he quickly checked the Hexcore, only to notice the sequence was still waiting for its full input. That was too close. He almost offset the entire process. He took that as a hint to take a short break.

Swooping up his crutch, he slipped it under his arm and got to his feet woozily. A cup of hot tea would clear things up, he figured. Making his way across the lab, he turn on the kettle and leaned against the counter, watching it idly. Behind him, he heard the laboratory doors hiss open, and assumed it to be Sky. "Good afternoon," he said flatly, fixing a loose strand of hair back behind his ear as he began to turn. "If you are here to tell me to go home, I--"

That...wasn't Sky.

#initial study ;; starters #open to arcane characters #open to arcane ocs #open to ocs/canons verse traveling

[gemcaux]

# 𝑂𝑈𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅. ─── don’t mind the mess , getting tags and such sorted out. i’ll likely throw out some ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs later on this afternoon. in the meantime , hello , i’m ahri , i have not been on here in ... a million years , and i’m excited to write some STORIES.

#OUT OF CHARACTER. 〈 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 〉✫

[in-unyielding-ice]

・・・・★・・・・☕・・・・★・・・・🚬 ・・・・

         ᴍᴜsᴇ・ɪᴄ. ᴘᴏsᴛs・ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs・ʀᴘ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs・ᴀsᴋ

         ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs・ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs・sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟs

・・・・🚬・・・・☆・・・・☕・・・・☆ ・・・・

[oichanaka]

・・・・★・・・・😈・・・・★・・・・😈 ・・・・

         ᴍᴜsᴇ・ɪᴄ. ᴘᴏsᴛs・ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs・ʀᴘ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs・ᴀsᴋ

         ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs・ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs・sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟs

・・・・😈・・・・☆・・・・😈・・・・☆ ・・・・