#starter call reply

[monster-and-mayhem]

Starter call post for @ironmaidenxsteelheart

God, it felt good to feed...

Miles hated the process of feeding, the running and screaming and tears and begging, but the moment his fangs pierced a person's neck and the hot blood poured into his mouth it was well worth the effort. He closed his eyes and drank deeply, the blood easing the burn in his throat, as the man he had hunted made soft, choked groans while twitching under him. He had cornered him into a old abandoned looking barn after chasing him through a corn field, and by Miles' knowledge there would be no one around to interrupt him. At least, so he thought...

[explosively-psycho-a]

cini-s

 “((Like this post for a random pissy starter.))”

A tiny slip of paper was shoved at the man detailing an address that wasn’t far from the school. “This is where we moved, send yer bother shit. Letters, cards, food...I don’t give a shit what it is...send it. He’s been talkin’ ta the ol’ man.”

[boltforged-blog]

@spiderlingman

The compound is quiet. 

There were times when this was the norm, but Thor finds the current absence of energy both understandable and disconcerting. There’s cause for celebration (revels, a word laced with a seldom felt nostalgia), but instead there’s a sense of disquiet handing in the air like a shroud. 

The Mad Titan is dead. The thought is both bolstering and somehow hollow. It wasn’t enough - no death of his would ever be enough, Thor thinks, even after he’d gotten to watch the life bleed from his eyes. Not when - 

But this isn’t about him. This is about the boy two rooms over, and how the compound is too quiet. 

He enters the antechamber on bare feet, soles chilled on the tiled ground. He has two cups of cocoa in hand, mugs just slightly too warm as he sees a familiar tousled head of hair over the back of a plush blue chair. 

There’s a large footstool at it’s side, one that Peter seems to have decided to forego, so Thor sits and brings his legs up, crossing them before offering the mug. 

“I put two packets in each,” he says by way of greeting, a tired but genuine slime curling his lips. 

He’s glad the boy’s okay. Well, alive. 

[mahiru-nx-yo]

"so... You're the... Boy who my sister hangs around? My, My, My, you're much more cuter than I'd expect up close. I can see why she likes you."

[ @fightingseraph mah boi uwu ]

[redcardiigan-blog]

@brahamscop

Lisa was stuck working the front desk again. She couldn’t help but feel annoyed. It was like Kauffman had done this on purpose. She hated that bastard. Soon a cop wandered into the hospital. She smiled at her, “hello officer, how can I help?”

[flowercrownprincessofnohr-blog]

@thewanderingtacticianyuki

The girl’s eyes looked at the male in front of her. Letting out a small sigh she turned away and began to walk towards her destination, “You know how I feel about that.”

[redcardiigan-blog]

@notycurmary

“What are you saying exactly? I’m having trouble comprehending you when you mumble,” Lisa said to the blonde, a pleasant smile on her face.

[nxtyourmary-blog]

@walridernightmares

“So tell me more about your asylum adventures. I’m curious,” she said to him a soft smile on her face.