#dropen

[maizeofloverp]

Tumblr’s tagging system is broken, so below is a list of open starters that were posted in the past week. If I’ve missed anyone please comment on this post with a link to your starter and I will add it to the list!

Poe Grainger

Benjamin Mercier

Morgan O’Connell

Wyatt Hartman

Blake Jarreau

[english-tibetan-dictionary]

dropen

dga' ldan 'gro phan gling - Ganden Dropen Ling, at Chubar in Tsang [RY]

'gro phan - Dropen, at Labchi [RY]

[might-fancy-me-dead]

Tight Spaces // OPEN

Lana starred up at the beige wood that hung above her, her body sprawled on the floor as she tapped her fingers against the cold linoleum. If anyone were to ask her why she was lying under a table in the day room she probably wouldn’t be able to answer them. Small spaces had always been her thing, they were places she felt content rather than confined. So while many revolted against the physical restraints of the asylum it was the many rules that drove her stir-crazy - the bars she could handle. In reality, it was the wide open spaces that scared her. Lana continued her tapping as she cleared her mind, she was unaware of the look her guard was giving her or the fact that she was actually following their schedule. Free time wasn’t a time she usually liked, it gave her too much choice and too much time on her hands to think. Lana never liked being left in her own mind.

Running her tongue along her teeth she sighed, content with her tiny sanctuary, her body stiff from lying on the cold ground. Moving slightly she cracked her knuckles before bringing her hands up for closer inspection. They were worn and cracked, covered in scars and rather deceptive in size but that’s not what made her smile, she ran a finger delicately over the deep green bruises that covered her knuckles remembering how it felt to hit the girl. The memories swam behind her eyes and she couldn’t help but laugh. Of course Lana had been punished with a stay in isolation and the lovely accessory that now caressed her ankles; she wouldn’t be running anywhere anytime soon.  So focused on her hands she didn’t realize that someone else had entered the day room and made their way over to her hiding spot. Startled she whipped her head to the side starring blankly at the pair of shoes that stood there. 

[rosalie-price-blog]

The Thirst ☾ Rosalie & OPEN

Nights were long, but days were longer. 

At night, she could sleep; take one little white pill, and be off in dream land until her alarm went off the next morning. She would sleep the entire day away if she could—her pills made her disoriented and groggy—but there was no way the nurses would allow that. Instead, she was forced to drag her bones through the day’s scheduled activities, stumbling through meaningless conversation.

Her frailness was a pain, but it wasn’t why she wished she could sleep forever. That had nothing to do with the pills, and everything to do with the flesh.

The flesh; it’s soft texture, the way it stretched against bones, the way it gave way with the slightest nick of a knife, a scratch of a fingernail, a tug of the teeth. The beautiful, crimson liquid is what she feared the most, but desired even more. 

She had self control, she had to. She had controlled herself through the other patient’s nosebleeds and bloodwork, but it took every ounce of energy to do so. The knowledge that a teaspoon, even a drop, would help heal her fragile bones, her pallid skin, her ailing health…

"Ten minutes left to eat!"

Rosalie snapped out of the trance she had been in, gazing down at the ketchup on her plate. If only it were the wine colored body fluid she desired..

She pushed her food back and forth on her plate, watching as wrinkled peas rolled around the plastic. She twitched as she felt someone sit down at her empty table, raising her eyes to acknowledge the person.

"Hi."

[heavenlycrossed-blog]

Sterilization // Open

Iris stood behind her desk her hands flying over the keyboard in front of her, for months now she had been trying to transfer her notes into digital copies and the process was finally coming to an end. Being one of the few computers within the facility didn’t help much either, the connections were slow and infuriating not to mention the lack of attention to modern systems. Her thin fingers continued to strum against the plastic keys, the only sound present within the small old room. Nothing about this room screamed welcome, its edges were sharp and its fixtures dark. Old black and white photos hung on the mahogany walls and the majority of the space was taken up by bookshelves, papers filled every crevice within the space but it was orderly - sterile even.

She hit the last few keys before saving, a triumphant smile on her face, “Finally,” she said allowed her voice disappearing into the silence of the room. Closing the program she set about straightening her desk, removing the older files and placing them in their rightful places. Dr. Statham was nothing if not neat, proficiently so. Walking over to the window she began to pour herself a cup of tea, not bothering to stop when she heard a knock at her door,  “Yes,” she called her voice direct, what was left of her previous smile cooled and contorted into a look of stone. She continued to fix herself a cup as the door opened. 

[kneelbefore-mycrime]

Suffocator || OPEN

          Harvey was sitting on his chair at his usual desk with the same book in front of him, opened at the same page as always. Hypnotism. Therapy. There were words that were just slipping on the page, almost screaming to be left alone. So he just closed the book and put his hand through his hair. He stood up and waited for a knock on the door, a person who felt bad and needed him , someone who would have to judge his work or even worse, reproaches from people who knew what he was doing.

          But it was too quiet. No prayers for a cure, no shouting, anything. His skin started to tremble and the thinking took over his mind again, looking for a way to do his treatments without people to know, when the clock started ticking louder than ever. Harvey looked at it and he breathed relieved when he saw what time it was. 11:00 in the morning. He then noticed the sun light creating his own shadow on the wooden floor. “They are all outside” – he said for himself as he was walking towards the window. He was looking at each and every one of them, trying to find something wrong that they were doing, something prohibited so that he could try his treatments on them.

          By looking carefully, he saw a patient out of the ordinary who was alone. “Maybe he doesn’t have anyone to talk to. Maybe no one will miss him” He smiled devilish and went quickly in the garden, approaching the patient. “All by your own?” – Harvey asked as he offered a warm smile, making the impression that he was actually friendly. 

[might-fancy-me-dead]

Bad Dreams // OPEN

Lana shot up from bed her chest heaving as she brought her knees to her chest. It was just a dream she reminded herself yet again, this was the third time this week this had happened. Closing her eyes she counted to five attempting to calm her shot nerves, “He wouldn’t do that,” she whispered, “He wouldn’t leave you behind,” she reassured herself. Settling back into bed she rolled onto her stomach snuggling deeper into it, choosing the scratchy blanket and thin sheets over walking across the cold stone floor. Judging by the light slanting across her room Lana guessed her guard would be by soon to usher her to breakfast, sighing she rolled over pushing her wild hair from her face. Staring at the ceiling she was unable to shake the dream. Every time was the same, it was dark, she was calling after him and he would leave her behind. Swiping a rebel tear from her cheek she angrily shook her head, “He wouldn’t do that!” she told herself sternly, lifting herself from the bed.

Pulling her oversized sweater over her head Lana brought the hem to her face inhaling deeply , she may not get too see him but if she thought hard enough she could still smell him. The nondescript black knit dwarfed her body, covering her hands completely and coming to mid thigh, but it was his. She needed that, some form of reassurance that he was still here. Combing her fingers through her knotted hair she sighed, silently wishing for a hair tie. Hearing the guards coming down the hall she waited for the door to open. Not looking him in the eye she slipped on her shoes before making her way out into the hall, walking silently towards the mess. She felt like shit and looked worse, if the bags under her eyes didn’t keep people away the scowl she wore etched into her features did. She was in a dark place.  

Slumping into a chair she waited for her guard to return with her food, Lana was no longer allowed to come into contact with the cooks, she pursed her lips at that, not my fault she doesn’t have a thick enough skin she thought rolling her eyes. Starring intently at the white table she fidgeted with the ends of her sleeves as she waited, unaware of what or who was around her. 

[might-fancy-me-dead]

Grey Thoughts // OPEN

Lana sat in the day room her head propped up on her arm as she watched the rain tap against the window, the flash of lighting lit her dull eyes as she continued to stare out into the grey day. To say she was bored would have been an understatement. Book pages covered the floor around her and what was left of the book sat in her lap, out of desperation she had tried to read but decided to tear it apart instead – the fun lasted for a little while at least. Lana let out a deep breath onto the cold glass; lifting her hand from her lap she traced her finger along the condensation creating random designs before they disappeared. Yawning she looked to her guard, who sat reading today’s paper shaking her head she stretched, what the fuck do I do now she wondered. Ignoring the massacre of pages on the floor she stood up pushing herself away from the window.

Walking about the empty room she hummed quietly, collapsing onto the couch she threw her legs up onto its back while her wild hair cascaded down to the floor. Smiling as the blood rushed to her head she yawned again, she was exhausted but too afraid to sleep, afraid of what would happen once she closed her eyes.  She continued to stare up at the ceiling, scowling slightly. Annoyed by her paranoia she set her jaw, internally screaming at herself to snap out of it her dreams were not going to come true. Blinking the sleepiness from her eyes she lazily looked to the door, her earlier annoyance falling away as a loud noise peaked her interest.