𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 .

cole, fleur, hayley, lexie, & tobias. our hearts are first drafts, unedited verses about each and every person we have ever loved; the stranger on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon, the boy who stole our virginity but not our heart. women like me will love you from a distance of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed, we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible, and when we leave you will finally understand why storms are    named    after    people.

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Halloween Starter - Felicity x [OPEN]

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𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 .

Felicity was sitting back, eating some halloween candy and enjoying the show now that the second body appeared.  “You have to give them credit, this is the best party I’ve been to.  I mean you get an urban legend to make an appearance and then have it become a murder mystery party?  I wasn’t expecting this.”  She laughed before admiring the chair she was sitting in.  “Plus the decor isn’t half bad either.  Feels a bit like home if you take out all the creepiness.”

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒   𝐀   𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐘   𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒   𝐎𝐅   wine   cradled   in   her   hands   ,   swirling   mindlessly   around   as   white   costume   trails   across   the   floor   .   gaze   lifts   at   the   words   of   the   other   ,   bright   smile   lighting   painted   lips   .   ❝   it’s   quite   spectacular   ,   isn’t   it   ?   graced   by   constance   herself   ,   who   is   far   prettier   than   legend   says   ,   ❞   marlee   offered   with   a   chuckle   .   ❝   a   lot   of   detail   in   the   actual   ‘   murder   ’   part   .   you   don’t   think   it’s   real   ,   do   you   ?   i   don’t   like   the   prospect   of   being   here   with   no   axe   murders   ,   ❞   laughter   turns   almost   nervous   ,   choosing   not   to   dwell   on   that   fact   .   she   could   chalk   it   up   to   great   makeup   and   effects   .   ❝   it   is   far   more   well   -   kept   than   i   expected   !   then   again   ,   i   think   i   was   imagining   some   dark   ,   decrepit   haunted   little   mansion   ran   by   ghosts   .   ❞

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consider this an ( event & non-event ) plotting call & starter call for one miss marlee tames ! former candidate of the selection & overall soft sweetheart ! like this for me to come to you for plots ( i’ve added her to my event post here ) so if anyone wants a literal angel for a date lmk ?? & if u want a starter just comment who you’d like it for !

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐎𝐑  @bxbyisms​  (  april  kepner  )  .

          𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐋𝐈𝐓   𝐈𝐍   𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐃   wonder   as   they   flitted   around   the   expansive   foyer   of   the   hatchaway   mansion   ,   trying   to   take   it   all   in   at   once   .   for   years   ,   this   place   was   nothing   more   than   a   rumor   spread   around   the   island   .   the   lady   that   killed   but   was   never   caught   .   at   least   that’s   what   they   said   .   gaze   lands   on   a   familiar   face   ,   ever   -   present   smile   settled   on   her   lips   as   hands   expertly   tighten   the   blue   bow   in   her   hair   .   ❝   i’ve   practically   grown   up   here   ,   ❞   in   theory   ,   ❝   and   i   never   thought   i’d   actually   see   the   inside   of   this   place   .   it’s   absolutely   massive   !   and   constance   ?   she’s   nothing   like   i   expected   her   to   be   .   ❞

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐎𝐑  @heartofdxrkness  (  niklaus  mikaelson  )  .

          𝐈𝐓   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐁𝐄   𝐍𝐎   𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄   that   hayley   made   a   bee   -   line   for   the   food   ,   it   certainly   beat   trying   to   mingle   with   the   large   collection   of   people   in   attendance   .   plus   ,   it   made   for   an   excellent   way   of   scoping   out   the   other   costumes   that   maneuvered   through   the   room   .   plucking   another   dainty   ,   far   -   too   -   fancy   hor   d’oeuvres   to   place   onto   her   plate   ,   her   gaze   lifted   to   glance   around   the   table   .   there’s   a   sense   of   recognition   that   flickers   across   her   features   ,   but   it’s   gone   as   quick   as   it   arrives   ,   hint   of   a   smile   settled   on   her   lips   .   ❝   and   what   ,   exactly   ,   are   you   supposed   to   be   ?   ❞   she   questioned   ,   adjusting   the   red   cloak   that   framed   her   shoulders   .

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hello ! i am here at last ( swamped with classwork and shenanigans ) offering up my muses for some dates to this spooky party ! below are my muses + their costumes & it can be anything from a planned couple costume to a blind date to a group of friends ! just like this & i will come to you !

hayley marshall is going as little red riding hood ! ( going with sirius black )

lexie grey is going as belle from beauty & the beast !

marlee tames is going as an angel !

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐎𝐑  @hvddensorrows  (  xavier  plympton  )  .

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘   𝐅𝐄𝐖   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒   that   hayley   was   certain   of   these   days   ,   but   she   was   well   aware   of   what   her   hobbies   were   .   and   aerobics   wasn’t   on   that   list   .   she   got   enough   of   an   aerobic   exercise   when   she   was   shifted   in   the   woods   on   a   full   moon   ,   prowling   through   them   like   a   predator   in   search   of   prey   .   there’s   an   obvious   frown   on   her   lips   ,   one   that   furrows   her   brow   and   pulls   at   otherwise   delicate   features   .   ❝   i’m   telling   you   ,   xavier   ,   i’m   not   doing   your   aerobics   today   !   ❞   or   any   day   ,   for   that   matter   .   her   tone   is   indignant   ,   as   it   usually   was   when   she   was   disinterested   in   something   .   ❝   why   can’t   we   do   something   more   enjoyable   ,   like   go   out   for   a   burger   ?   ❞

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐎𝐑  @hvddensorrows​  (  edgar  evernever  )  .

          𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐓𝐎   buy   into   the   ‘   horrors   ’   that   accompanied   the   halloween   holiday   .   fears   were   normal   ,   natural   even   ,   and   he   had   more   personal   ones   than   zombies   or   spiders   .   the   streets   are   dark   ,   by   the   time   he   maneuvers   himself   through   the   throng   of   halloween   decorations   ,   coming   to   a   stop   in   front   of   the   large   pumpkin   raised   in   the   center   .   gaze   narrows   as   he   looks   up   at   it   ,   wondering   what   could   have   possibly   prompted   an   executive   decision   .   ❝   who   do   you   think   decided   that   of   all   the   things   we   needed   on   this   god   -   forsaken   island   ,   a   giant   pumpkin   was   it   ?   ❞   he   questioned   the   nearest   individual   ,   looking   towards   the   male   nearest   to   him   .   ❝   it’s   certainly   not   very   spooky   ,   if   that’s   what   they   were   hoping   for   .   ❞

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𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 .

“funny story, actually.” barbara began, as she walked up to the first person she saw, a warm tray of cookies in her hand. “i really felt the need to bake some cookies, and i forgot - - i couldn’t eat them !” sure, she knew she didn’t have to eat. she just couldn’t remember what happened when she tried… which was nothing. it literally just fell. the whole being dead thing was … confusing to say the least. “so, i figured… let’s share some love today. if you want one, the ones on the left are chocolate chip, and the ones on the right are pumpkin spice. oh! and they’re gluten free!” 

𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄   𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒   𝐀𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃   of   approaching   footsteps   ,   head   cocked   to   the   side   as   it   trails   over   the   tray   of   cookies   .   ones   that   were   obviously   fresh   -   baked   ,   judging   by   smell   that   wafted   from   them   .   ❝   can’t   eat   them   ?   bit   depressing   to   make   cookies   you   can’t   eat   ,   yeah   ?   allergies   ,   or   something   ?   ❞   hayley   hedged   ,   and   it   was   the   likeliest   assumption   she   could   make   .   before   she   can   think   twice   about   it   ,   fingers   reach   eagerly   for   the   cookies   .   ❝   well   i’m   not   going   to   rain   on   your   good   day   and   say   no   to   free   cookies   .   ❞   two   chocolate   chip   cookies   are   quickly   settled   in   the   palm   of   her   hand   ,   biting   into   one   with   a   slight   smile   .   ❝   what   does   gluten   free   even   mean   ?   is   it   just   some   health   ploy   ?   ❞

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𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄 .

EURYDICE.    ↷   an  open  starter. at the factory , an industrial speakeasy inspired by hades. 

     ❝ y’know.. you can have one , ❞ eurydice offers from behind the bar. her voice cuts through the live music like silk. in one hand, a freshly washed glass. in the other , a rag. a bouquet of red carnations. she’s caught the other’s gaze slip to them more than once. not that she blames them. they’re a breathtaking bunch, seemingly picked out of the ground only hours ago. but they weren’t. they’ve sat in that very spot for months. they began to appear once eurydice joined the staff. ❝ seriously, we have plenty to spare. and these haven’t seen the sun since they were brought down here , it’s.. almost criminal, ❞ she urges, her voice oh so gentle. ❝ so, go on, take one, ❞ the bartender shrugs. ❝ if you want. ❞

          ❝   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   ?   ❞   𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑   𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃   ,   gaze   lifting   from   her   glass   not   for   the   first   time   that   night   .   it’s   a   reflexive   response   ,   and   she   hadn’t   realized   that   the   young   woman   had   noticed   her   looking   at   the   beautiful   flowers   that   adorned   the   bar   top   .   she’d   come   to   have   a   drink   ,   to   avoid   going   back   to   an   empty   house   ,   and   was   content   with   the   company   she’d   found   .   her   lips   curl   up   in   a   smile   ,   knowing   that   she   was   caught   red   -   handed   .   ❝   are   you   sure   ?   i   couldn’t   possibly   take   your   flowers   .   ❞   fingers   trail   delicately   from   her   glass   to   the   petals   of   the   nearest   carnation   ,   reveling   in   the   beauty   they   offered   the   speakeasy   .   ❝   that   seems   more   than   almost   criminal   .   they’re   beautiful   ,   even   without   the   sun   .   how   do   you   manage   to   get   them   to   thrive   ?   ❞   pulling   one   of   the   flowers   ,   she   brought   it   to   her   nose   .   ❝   thank   you   ,   they   smell   quite   lovely   .   ❞

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i’ve finally hit a lull in my week , which means i’m ready to write up some starters ! consider this a starter call for the following characters :

alexandra grey ( grey’s anatomy )  —  1 / ?

cole stewart ( the darkest minds )  —  1 / ?

fleur delacour ( harry potter )  —  2 / ?

hayley marshall ( the vampire diaries / the originals )  —  3 / ?

tobias eaton ( divergent )  —  4 / ?

just leave a like ( or even tell me who you’d like one for / to ) & i will hop right on it , maybe even shoot you a message to work something out if we haven’t plotted !

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SMS.    ↷   TONKS .

tonks: such a hard worker, we're all so proud

tonks: i think i broke my ankle, don't know for sure yet

tonks: but it's taking a long time for them to come back with my x-rays and i'm bored out of my mind

lexie: thank you, i'm happy to make you proud

lexie: i'd ask how but i think it's better if i don't know

lexie: well you're welcome to text me until they're no longer last or

lexie: and you didn't hear this from me, bother the nurses at the station

lexie: i'm sure you'd enjoy that

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SMS.    ↷   TONKS .

tonks: hey...

tonks: have you got a shift today?

lexie: when don't i have a shift ?

lexie: but i do, a pretty free one atm

lexie: what's up tonks ?

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𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 .

     ❝ yeah, well, ❞ chloe shrugs, propping her chin up on the palm of her hands as she leans on the counter she’s supposed to stand at. today’s manager will arrive to scold her any second now — the bitch has a spidey sense for it. ❝ you lost all claim to an argument when you said hodgepodge un - ironically, ❞ chloe decides, noting that there’s no car out in the parking lot. that’s a little weird, but so is the rest of the fucking island. ❝ not any harder than you. what, you bringing in the invisible boat - mobile in for its year inspection ? ❞ her question is accompanied by a slightly raised brow as she lazily watches tobia’s movements. ❝ if you’re gonna rob us, just fucking do it. i really don’t need a villain monologue. ❞

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒   𝐀   𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐇𝐈𝐒   brow   in   response   ,   silent   otherwise   as   tobias   shrugged   his   shoulders   .   he   had   no   business   being   there   ,   he   knows   that   ,   but   when   had   that   ever   stopped   him   ?   ❝   and   what   ?   you’d   prefer   i   used   ridiculous   phrases   ironically   instead   ?   ❞   tobias   was   used   to   the   people   with   brightly   colored   hair   and   bad   attitudes   ,   so   this   was   nothing   new   for   him   .   ❝   but   i’m   not   the   one   at   work   ,   now   am   i   ?   yes   ,   alongside   my   invisible   bat   -   mobile   and   jet   pack   for   an   oil   change   ,   ❞   he   answered   with   a   reflexive   roll   of   his   eyes   .   there’s   a   shake   of   his   head   as   his   movements   stilled   .   ❝   if   i   had   any   plans   to   rob   you   ,   don’t   you   think   i   would   have   done   so   by   now   ?   besides   ,   what   could   i   possible   do   with   a   bunch   of   wrenches   and   hammers   ?   become   mr.   fix   -   it   ?   ❞

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𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 .

     ❝ statistically speaking, he shouldn’t even be in here ! ❞ lorelai muses, wishing she had coffee to sip before beginning her rant. ❝ i’m surprised he’s not outside, continuously walking into the door over and over again like some kind of stalling side character in a video game. ❞ it’s harsh, but oh, how fair it is. ❝ you know what, ❞ she adds. fingers snap, and a lightbulb begins to shine overhead. ❝ i bet someone held it open for him, that’s how he snuck right in, ❞ the woman muses, her tone much calmer for the sake of her bit. ❝ shouldn’t have coffee ? ❞ lorelai asks. a lone hand clutches her chest, thoroughly scandalized by the very thought. ❝ this condition — you’re not contagious, are you ? ❞

          ❝   𝐘𝐄𝐒   ,   𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋   ,   𝐈   𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄   that’s   an   option   ,   ❞   she   offered   with   a   bubble   of   laughter   ,   watching   the   poor   boy   with   idle   amusement   .   the   woman   didn’t   seem   to   be   wrong   ,   by   any   means   .   ❝   no   ,   if   he   was   a   video   game   character   ,   he’d   be   stuck   on   the   corner   or   the   counter   in   an   endless   walking   loop   .   ❞   lexie   knew   he   meant   well   enough   ,   perhaps   a   fresh   face   at   the   diner   ,   still   unfamiliar   with   the   lay   of   the   land   .   ❝   or   maybe   he’s   a   ghost   ,   just   slipping   through   the   cracks   .   ❞   corners   of   her   lips   curl   upward   ,   though   the   guilt   of   teasing   the   poor   boy   gnaws   at   her   as   it   always   does   .   ❝   it’s   not   contagious   ,   it’s   not   even   an   actual   condition   ,   i   promise   .   ❞   lexie   is   quick   to   assure   the   woman   ,   waving   away   her   silly   concerns   .   ❝   i   just   worked   a   thirty   -   two   hour   shift   .   if   i   have   any   hope   at   a   good   night’s   sleep   ,   there   should   be   no   coffee   for   me   .   ❞

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍 .

THIS was like Seattle Grace all over again except this time Mark Sloan knew none of the doctors as well, The one thing that hadn’t changed was his irritation and impatience with the new interns that were around, He was nice to them but tended to get upset when they did something wrong. It was driving him crazy as he returned some charts and check for new ones. One thing stopped him in his tracks. That voice saying his name, those looks he could never forget. This was impossible. He watched her..slip away from him. He cried for her. ‘’ L-Lexie? I can’t believe I’m looking at you. You. .’’ He trailed off and took her in his arms not caring of those who were staring. She was the love of his life and she was here.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅   𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐀   knee   -   jerk   reaction   ,   though   confusion   is   a   close   second   .   this   didn’t   seem   possible   ;   he   shouldn’t   be   standing   here   in   front   of   her   .   it’s   the   first   familiar   face   she’s   seen   in   months   and   yet   something   told   lexie   that   he   was   supposed   to   be   the   exception   to   that   rule   .   seattle   grace   was   a   staple   in   her   routine   :   scrub   ,   surgery   ,   repeat   .   there   are   names   that   she   had   no   faces   for   and   faces   she   couldn’t   place   any   names   with   .   hands   tentatively   reach   towards   him   ,   habitually   ,   as   a   wave   of   relief   washes   over   her   .   ❝   you’re   here   ,   you’re   real   ,   ❞   she   murmured   ,   fingers   stroking   his   cheek   gently   .   ❝   what’re   you   doing   here   ?   i   mean   you’re   working   obviously   ,   i   just   —   .   ❞   a   soft   inhale   of   breath   as   she   pressed   her   forehead   to   his   own   .   ❝   i   can’t   believe   you’re   here   .   ❞

[carolsturkas]

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