#closer starter

[kingsxjewel]

       Ark was so very tired of it all. The fighting,  the dark words, the sickness that lingered in the air. When Bilbo had finally liberated her it she felt she could finally shine again. Thranduil and Bard had left guards around the tend to protect the stone while they left to sort a few things out.

      Finally alone, she left her form shift into that of a living being. While with Smaug she had taken a similar shape, just golden in hue. Now a silvery light shown from her hair, and skin. A DRESS formed from light around her and she sat with a heavy thump into the chair next to her.

      “Damn you Thorin…” her head fell heavily into her hands and tears formed like crystals in her eyes. She didn't understand why all of this was happening. She felt how true Bilbos heart was, the lingering resentment and anger the Elven King projected. Then there had been the human. His emotions were a torrent, but under it all she felt the worry. And a fierce desire to protect his own. The sound of fabric parting made her look up. Looks like the secret would be out sooner than she expected. @menelvagor

[ritualove]

Closed starter: Stoker Addams @innocentcurse

Location: Hallowed Woods

Annette walked a few feet from the trail she regularly travels on, along the top of a ridge on the forest floor, a ridge that dips into the deep, dark expanse of the forest. She still loves traveling in the forest, and she desperately wants to be able to go further in, to frolic amongst the trees and the bushses that she calls home, but she just can't. Her body won't let her, like some primal instinct. Everyone alway's talks about the feeling on the top of a building telling you to jump, but no one talks about the feeling you get telling you to run. That is what Annette is feeling, she should go back to the trail and walk back home and never come back, but if she did that she wouldn't be the same person, she wouldn't be Annette. So she walks as deep into the woods as she can, which is about 7 feet to either side of the trail, so she can walk along the ridge, and stare into the woods. Even if it may stare back.

The familiar deep expanse of firs is broken up by an unfamiliar sight, the sight of a person at the bottom of the ridge. The person, who Annette didn't know was Stoker Addams, appeared to rummaging around amongst some bushes, or they could be stuck, they could even have been doing gymnastics from the angle Annette was looking at him from. Whatever it was, it's gotten Annette interested, so she yelled out to him to grab their attention, "Hello?! Are you alright down there?!" The ridge went down pretty far, but it was pretty climbable if they knew what they were doing. While Annette definitely knew what they were doing, they just hoped the person at the bottom did too.

[adaire-westwood]

@artuswestwood​|| Closed Starter: The Ballroom 

" You just wanted to show off your chest, didn't you? I used to carry you around on my shoulders when you were little to show you off so can´t really fault you." The older elf looked at his son's attire raising his eyebrows." Don't move." He asked, pulling out his cell phone. " Your mom and sister made me promise to send them a pic. We had a bet and your sister won."

[themoonlitwitch]

“Um, excuse me,” Jaeho said softly, fiddling with the strap of his back bag. “Um..I uh...I need that um..I need that book that’s right behind you....please.”

@gcmblingdice

[harlowdavenport]

“Please, tell me you remembered to pack the bug spray?” harlow was sitting by their tent that they finally got up.  they did pretty well.  it wasn’t harlow’s first time putting a tent up, but them doing it together, didn’t take them long.  her legs however where getting so bit up. she was sure that Mal packed it.  she tied her hair up in a ponytail, before laying back on her back, “what do you want to do first?” glancing at Mal, as she turned over on her stomach, laying her head in her hand as she looks at her friend. @mallorykava​

[malcalcott]

closed starter for @julian-meadows​

Playing cards in some of the seedier backrooms of NYC held two appeals to young Malcolm Alcott. First, there was no quicker way to make some cash if you, quite literally, played your cards right. Second, people passed around information almost as often as they did money. Cash and information were what the man thrived on.

So, Malc leaned back in the creaky fold-out chair that he had claimed as his own that night,  easily ignoring the usual sounds of the busy kitchen that served to cover the less legal gambling venue that the owners of the building harbored in their storage rooms as he let his eyes sweep over his fellow players. He took them in one by one before making his move, not doing a thing to suppress his smirk as they all groaned over his revealed hand and he collected the pot.

The plan was to call it a night then and there, but as the entry door opened and the venue’s security allowed a familiar face to join them, Malcolm couldn’t let himself rise from his seat. Julian Meadows. A traitor just like his father. Rage, white and hot, made Malcolm’s face numb and his fingers tremble as he carefully and pointedly organized his earnings from that evening. The venue had strict rules about fighting and it took ages for him to gain trust in the place. If he got up now, he’d do something he’d regret. He couldn’t ruin such a good source of intel just because they decided to let a fucker like Meadows in to play as well.

“I’d watch your shit around him, boys.” Malc loudly advised those at his table, drawing eyes to the tension that Malcolm was making so obvious between them as he finally was able to push himself to his feet without lunging straight for the other man.

[real-heart-stopping-evil]

Ducks!

One sunny day in 2019, in St James's Park, London, a gentleman clad in black and grey was on his way to a pond to feed some ducks. When you work on a long-running soap opera (tempting people into making that sort of rubbish, that is), you crave a break in the park.

He heard something. Of the eerie kind. He thought he was getting a visitation from someone of the Dark Council, that’s how odd it was. God’s creation around him crackled like it was electric, and the air spat out a woman. A wildly beautiful woman that walked straight into him.

He stepped back to regain his balance and took hold of the woman’s shoulders to keep her from falling.

“Whuh-- em-- watch your step, young lady!”

@victorious-sigyn

[daddlyassassin]

Closed starter

@littlekittyfoxx

The air was cold on his chest as he ran through the night, fleeing the terrible castle. There was no moon, Runaan was already at his weakest, not not mention the lack of food and drink. And he was unarmed with a very, very bad arm. He was in no condition to run like he was, swinging through trees with one hand, landing and going on. He couldn't last doing this but no doubt the monster of a human had already noticed his disappearance. He had to get as far away from the castle as possible. He could feel the fight draining from his limbs with every breath.

One wrong move. A misstep sent him tumbling to the floor of the forest, landing on his injured arm. He gave a loud yell, but tried to get up still. His legs gave put beneath him. He couldn't stand. He was stuck.