#always open!

[cfcanopus]

open starter !

SHE   WAILS   AND   WAILS   ,   her   stomach   aches   with   the   effort   ,   tears   rolling   down   her   cheeks   .   ❝   don't   look   at   me   !   ❞   but   if   one   were   to   look   ,   they   would   see   not   a   feature   of   true   misery   .   no   .   instead   ,   she   has   spilled   a   cup   of   tea   down   the   front   of   her   dress   ,   marring   the   light   blue   fabric   and   delicate   white   lace   .   ❝   i'm   such   a   dunce   !   ❞

[xx-sketchy-xx]

wally deserves a little smooch

a littol kiss

just a tiny little *BITES HIM*

/p

[akistans]

★☆ 刺激的な冒険.

📎 Yandere content is featured here.

[wherearemyglassesbro]

Lithuania SO headcannons?

:0•Toris will 100% take you wherever you want to go•He loves action movies and is actually pretty nerdy •Low key really likes Lord Of The Rings so y’all gotta bond•You might have to kill the bugs cause he’s afraid of spiders...He won’t be coming to your rescue there •Please get a cat with him...Or a little dog•Cook together! Even if it doesn’t turn out to good, he likes doing little activities with you!•He’ll ask you about your hobbies and do his best to u stersyand whatever you like! You knit! He’ll try it! You bake? He’ll watch and try to keep up!•Hes an early bird so don’t be worried if you wake up and he isn’t there. He’s the kind of person that can’t lay around all day and do nothing. He’ll cuddle you at mint though!•He has floral curtains and a rocking chair by hair window cause he’s a Granny™

[blueboxesandtrafficcones]

Just a reminder...

Any of the ask games or prompts are always open!  Feel free to send me something - I’m on a train overnight with spotty wifi, with a week off of work.

Have at it!

Includes:

WIP guessing game (I also have lots of Broadchurch - feel free to ask about that!)

the Autumn Fic meme

this drabble challenge

Made-up fic title

Get to know me

Or any others!

[wickedwclves]

Closing Time || Open

Blue Sargent was not the typical girl to go down without a fight but today was one of those days. Nino's was extracting every last ounce of patience and energy from her bones and seemed to throw her in a blender just to spit out her exhausted body once more. The towel on her shoulder even seemed to sigh as the hours drew long. The final customer waved to her as he left the dining area. A long and exhausted sigh ripped from her mouth and escaped to the wide and dull air. Blue was not psychic, no, but she could sense when other people drew near. Her dubious eyebrow quirked up as she turned around. No one. Had her oh-so "reliable" sense let her down? A questioning harumph escaped her lungs once more before she turned to the bar, nearly letting out a yelp. "Hey! Shit, you scared me!" She gasped.

[wickedwclves]

Dreamer, Dreamer || OPEN

The trees were whispering to him. No, he was not on drugs. No, this was no dehydrated illusion. This was real and this was the ancient language of Latin he had learned. It was clumsy and riddled with grammar errors but it was Latin nonetheless.

"Greywarren, Dreamer, Greywarren, Dreamer, Greywarren, Dreamer, Greywarren..."

The words danced through the leaves and the trees and the bark and the warm earth. This was home. This was his land and the Greywarren had to be close. That's why the trees were whispering, right? His dark black fur jetted among the trees as he smelled someone enter his territory, his home, his Cabeswater. His ears flattened as he followed the scent. His paws made soft prints upon the rich ground. Has the Greywarren come home? Has he come to meet the protector of his land? The wolf prowled until he saw the figure appear near a pond of crystal water. The clouds high overhead seemed to knit together as they watched the ground below. Jack had served as the guardian of Cabeswater for nearly half a Millennium, typically the unseen and unheard creature living amongst trees or rocks or whatever the Dreamer created as the physical form of Cabeswater. Over the past five hundred years, the essence of Cabeswater took physical form upwards of three dozen times. Every time a Dreamer had been born, Jack woke up. He took physical form and wandered the ley line until a physical form for his sacred territory called him back or the current Dreamer died and Jack fell asleep again.

He hadn't been woken up in at least fifty years. This was the longest he had been sleeping in the forest upon the ley line. His restless bones called him to wake now.. It had been now what, seventeen years (maybe eighteen) since the latest Dreamer was brought into the world. Now Jack needed answers.  How had he been asleep for an entire generation? Had Cabeswater been awake this entire time or was it sleeping with Jack? The Dreamer had a father that was also of his kind; why hadn't he been woken for the father?

Jack could barely remember the last time his home had a physical form.

The shifter prowled closer, brilliant golden eyes gleaming in the midst of the dark trees. He tilted his head and sniffed the air. Yes, this was the intruder. The large wolf stepped out of the shadows, his shoulder reaching the height of a sapling. Both ears were pricked up in curiosity and wariness. Now in full view, he was a sight to behold. Silver streaked little areas on his back but the rest of him was like the midnight sky had spilled upon his coat. Both golden eyes were locked onto this one person. As soon as he was on the opposite side of the pond, Jack shifted down, now simply a human with his hands shoved in his pockets. The only thing that hadn't changed was the stunning gold eyes.

"Are you my Dreamer?"