#steci open

[inkyfreshhell-blog]

Glitch In The... Ink? || OPEN

Bendy woke up in a bed- he stretched his arms and smiled and looked around, only to ultimately turn into a confused frown.

H-huh...? What’s going on here? He thought to himself. This isn’t the workshop...or anything close!

He stood up, only to find a letter. Upon reading it, he was only left more confused. Welcome to his new home?

He looked around for a moment more and then tapped his foot impatiently. He was going to need to get answers somehow! This was all a huge misunderstanding! Or was this some kind of prank?

Either way, he walked out of his room and into the hotel lobby. He put on his typical grin and walked around, looking for anyone to communicate to about his alleged problem.

He soon spotted someone and tugged on their pants’ leg- after all, he was only 2 some feet tall, people would often have to look down to see him.

Innocence and kindness, Bendy- give it all your charm! He thought to himself as he stared up at the person, his eyes wide and smiling in the cutest way he could possibly muster.

“Howdy there!” He announced, his little devil tail snaking around. “U-uhm, I hope not to bother you, but I was hoping maybe you could tell me where I am? I feel like there is some sort of misunderstanding.” He said, putting his hands behind his back and then rocking back and fort on his feet in a sweet manner.

[pianofinger-blog1]

lucky me (open)

I’d awoken to a much softer bed than before. By the time I’d gotten my bearings, I knew I was in a place called Stella City... and beyond that, I almost didn’t care. Because this place that I woke up in was so much better than the place I fell asleep in.

A prison of a school, and a murderous game... I was still trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened there. Had someone rescued me and brought me here? What about the other people who were trapped in that sinister academy? Are they here, too?

“Oh, e-excuse me.”

I bumped into someone as I tried to brush past them. Guess I didn’t have a choice but to stop and apologize.

[susxno]

     { ♔ }; God, what the hell was he? A goddamn football? He’s being tossed from world to world to world without a damn break! Even worse, he’s still stuck as a human! He had a bone or two to pick with whoever was behind all of this, and he won’t stop till they heard a piece of his mind. Where even are those Stella and Aries characters? He’d angrily stomp around in the middle of the street, as if that would give him an answer, screaming.

             “Where the fuck are those assholes!? Who do they think they are, huh?! You can’t keep me here! I want to speak to whoever is in charge around here!”

[wingedkuribohspal-blog]

“HALLOWEEN IS AROUND THE CORNER!”

[nagomineeto]

Pumpkaricatures...? [Open]

He figured it’d be fun to share in the season. Osomatsu hadn’t carved pumpkins since he was a kid, and now was his chance to relive some good old nostalgia! nestled down in his seat with a hollowed pumpkin in his hands, the NEET grins, draws back the knife, then.... nothing. He just sat there, staring blankly at the empty canvas of a pumpkin, empty as his own mind. He could carve just about anything he wanted! It’s a shame he wasn’t feeling so creative. He sat there for a while, hours, maybe, idly tapping the knife against his pumpkin, now and then his brow furrowed in contemplation as he weighed just what he could create. 

Part of him wanted to just go for it and do a basic face. It’d probably be shitty. Maybe he could do something more elaborate, or use a stencil they had provided? Nah, it was too boring to just go and follow the rules. How would he win the contest if he was going to be unoriginal? (There was no contest. How did he get the idea there would be a contest?)

So, as he did, he came up with a plan. With a smile, he taps the hand of the person sitting across from them. “Hey, can I carve your face? Not... not like that-- I mean into the pumpkin. Would that be alright? Or is that too weird?”

[mxssiletainn-blog]

Lost · Owain & Open

It was it first day there, wherever there was. According to the letter he received from a sheep, he was in some city called Stella City. The city name wasn’t familiar, nor what he could see from his room’s window. Was he even still in Ylisse?

Feeling confused, Owain decided to go explore. He felt that if he could map out the place, he’d feel slightly better about waking up in a strange place. Who know? Maybe he’d make a few friends in the process.

The Ylissean royal found himself on Buckanan Street. The sight of the many shops was overwhelming at first, but faded quickly with more confusion. “What’s with the sheep?” He asked himself after realizing most of the shoppers were these quadrupetal mammals. In fact, after thinking for a minutes, half of the locals --at least he assumed they were locals-- Owain passed were sheep.

He gripped the sword on his side, his personal sword he dubbed the Missiletainn, and held it tightly. “Maybe I’m dreaming? Yeah, I’m totally dreaming, right? Someone pinch me.”

[complexedstigma-archive]

Sleepless nights were a norm for Cloud by now. Between memories that didn't match up keeping him awake, dreams that sent chills and sweat down his spine, and his geostigma acting up. Sleep wasm't something Cloud was so familiar with anymore. He spent most nights wandering around a mostly quiet city nowadays. Exactly what he'd be doing in Edge, honestly. Stella City didn't remind him in the least of Midgar or Edge. It was much too peaceful, much too pastel and pretty to remind him of the dark metal of Midgar that discouraged the growth of actual plants. Clearly the lifestream flowed freely here. These were the thoughts that stuck out to him as he wandered, only pausing when he saw someone else wandering about as well. "....You a night owl or could you just not sleep?" He asked as he stepped closer to the other.

[argusagonies-blog]

    “... Hey, what’re you lookin’ at?”

      On the tip of her toes, Peacock is trying her best to make her wish more prominent than the others already hanging up. While some of the other Stella City residents have wished for (arguably) reasonable things, Peacock’s own wooden plate clearly has “I WANNA SHOOT LASERS OUT OF MY EYES AGAIN” written in big, bold sharpie. Whoever she’s speaking to must have noticed her efforts in trying to hang her wish up in the middle of one of the walls.

    “Oh, are ya just jealous that mine’s gonna come true before yours? Yeah, understandable, I’d be staring in envy too!”

    She’s still struggling to hang the damn thing up, actually. Peacock always did aim a little too high for her own good.