OPEN SEASON.

[crawly]

1. pick a character.

☛ optional.
☛ character list here.
☛ full list.
☛ specify in the subject line if you want one character in particular.

2. provide a prompt.

☛ image, words, music, whatever you want.
☛ i like to think at least one of my three tumblrs has something interesting. (be warned that all three blogs contain nsfw material, including porn.)

3. gotta go fast.

☛ not actually. this is a permanently open post! tag at your own speed.

Comments

for hermann because

[assure]

[complaints]

For the last time, Newton, stop sending me messages at four in the morning describing your inability to act like a normal member of your age group. I get enough of it in the lab.

[assure]

its not 4am wat r u talkin bout hermann

[ he is either high as a kite or drunk. possibly both. also he may be a genius and with a phd decorating his name but he still send texts like some teenager. ]

[assure]

[ but wait there's more ]

w8 ur ryt its 4am where did the tym go man

my goal in life is to make this as hard as possible for you

[sharkboy]

1. you don't want kids to be dead
2. calm me down
3. ungrateful little father

[ CHOOSE ]

1. SID VICIOUS FRANKENSTEIN (i don't know anything about smt)

[shooteverything]

[ it isn't as if violence bothers him. the fight was more cathartic than dangerous, and he only stumbles slightly as he gets up from the body of the now-unconscious guy on the ground. his hand aches, and his nose is probably broken, but he won, and the other boy is in a worse state than he is, anyway.

he spits blood onto the sidewalk. always looking on the bright side, that's him.

there's people passing by; it's not late enough for the streets to be deserted. once he looks more or less presentable in the dim light (jacket zipped up to hide the red on his shirt), he leaves the alleyway behind. ]

(shhh i barely do, either)

[sharkboy]

[ he had woken up shortly after his opponent had left him in behind in the alleyway — possibly to decompose, possibly to reap what he'd sowed — clutching his abdomen tightly to ward off a severe ache. the moment his fist curls, he's able to see his tattoos on his hands move too, visible like veins on the palest skin.

but his head wasn't in it, he supposes. not from the start. he had brought the fight onto himself, and it was only practical he'd get hurt. at the very least, he now realizes that it's impossible for himself to harm humans — not that he'd ever want to, anyway. he wouldn't try again.

he forces his body to get up from his spot on the ground, and he stumbles out from the alleyway. he's not certain, but he's got the faintest hope that he'll be able to find heine again if he tried. don't start things you can't finish, he thinks to himself. don't break things you can't mend. ]

2. YOUR TEETH, YOUR MOUTH (goddammit julian)

[undeaths]

[ the edges of the world swirl around them, beings lost in a place that is simultaneously void and full of matter. sitting cross-legged on the ground, shijima brings her wrist to her mouth quietly. ]

I'd like to leave. [ she speaks mostly into her long sleeves, but her voice is clear and high. ]

3. BREAKTHROUGH DEVICE (i do what i want 凸(｀⌒´メ)凸)

[rottings]

Have you seen the moon, tonight? [ hades smiles and tilts his head upwards. ] While it shines, light reaches the ground below.

anyone you want to throw at me baby

[tophat]

flowers and blood

[underhound]

[ his brother has always been the better child, the one who is stronger and faster and the one meant to rule. but giovanni knows his strengths, and his brother's weaknesses.

so his smile is perfect, something out of the glossy pages of magazines, as he greets hirato in the office. ]

I've heard so many good things about you. [ folds his hands in his lap, gazing through the lenses of his impenetrable sunglasses. ]

any of the brave (wat)

[slicefree]

[So your poor soul is walking down the street, and then this gets all in their face. What now?!]

i wouldn't call heine brave, but...

[shooteverything]

What the fuck...

[ slowly just backing away. ]

Are they trying to distract attention from some kind of heist?

[ because it's working. ]

[distributes]

[ruffrabbits]

[ getting rid of past records isn't a big deal, most of the time, but this client is apparently somewhat more picky about what he gets rid of and what he replaces. normally he would carry this interaction out through text rather than face-to-face, but... whatever. it won't kill him to get out of the house for a while.

he doesn't really look at home in the cristiano head's meeting room, all piercings and awful clothes, but he's known to be efficient and he's been hired by them before, though never on anything personal. something about history and redundant personnel records, he'd been told, but not much else.

slouching in the chair he's been directed to, he waits. if they want to watch him do his work, fine. he won't walk them through what he's doing, though, so he can't really imagine what they would want to see. ]

☇ hermann

[une]

[Years pass and youth departs but time spent in halls of learning always lingers. The foliage of autumn finds itself crushed beneath Une's boots as she fords a trail. Leaves of yellow and brown and red end up bruised and crumpled to muck, consigned to mud by a stream of passers-by. Une wraps her green plaid pea coat tightly around herself, buttoning up as she speeds the pace of her steps. The chill in the air brings the taste of stale coffee to the back of her tongue, reminding her of late nights spent pondering the mysteries of the universe. Stars speak in numbers, diverging their secrets to the precious few who are willing and able to comprehend their language.

She counts the steps leading up to the research lab. Still eighteen. Like I once was. At six in the evening, she's certain he'll still be cooped up in his lair. Early suppers never suited him. How long has it been since they last saw each other in person? Though they maintained an e-mail correspondence, it's been five years since they last met face to face. Graduation had been bittersweet.

As was her custom way back in the day, she steps into the lab without announcing herself, wiping her boots off on the welcome mat by the door. She hears him before she lays eyes on him, catching the sound of a cane scraping against linoleum flooring. Tucking a tendril of her long brown hair behind her ear, she offers a wry smile.]

It's good to see you again, Professor.

[complaints]

[ the front part of the lab is more of an office, desks covered with neat piles of manuscripts, written on in red pen. one of the swivel chairs is unoccupied. gottlieb is sitting in the other one. ]

Une.

[ it's a bit of a surprise to see her all of a sudden, but he stands up to extend a hand. ]

This is a pleasant surprise.

pick and match | toss anyone you like i don't mind | i have no idea what im doing

[onetouchdonnie]

" SOMEONE ELSE IS PULLING AT THE STRINGS. "



OH FUCK ME. MONDAY ALREADY?

MATTHEW; blood and flowers

[undeaths]

[ this isn't rapture, but she can still recognize his smell. she doesn't recognize this place, and she can't sense anybody of the world of nabari here either.

but she'll go for what she recognizes, first. there's blood seeping from a cut on the back of her head, but it looks worse than it actually is. she'd closed it, but there's red soaked into her white hair and pretty white dress.

from behind, wherever he is: ]

Matthew.

[ she slouches forward, wiping a little blood from her face as she comes. ]

idk anyone i just want things with you!!

[allures]

unfortunately i can only remember how to play two characters at a time

[shooteverything]

[ people usually say that he's just a guy who doesn't like girls, probably burned by some chick he liked in the past, or had a bad breakup.

so the first part is true: he doesn't like girls. their reasoning, though, is all wrong.

standing a ways to the side of the back door of a club at one in the morning, he's slowly going through a cigarette, hands shaking and knuckles ripped open. he fidgets, staring at his shoes, trying not to think about what he'd been doing an hour before. ]

uMagain anyone C:

[theblonde]

[nedly]

[ the pie hole is bustling this morning, so it's not just olive out on the floor. ned swings around the tables, smiling in a way that's half-strained and half-genuine. it's not that he isn't happy to help people, it's just that talking to this many people for so long tires him out.

the sight of his friend, though, makes his smile more bright and real. ] Hey — Serena! Here for some pie? ...I mean, it's the Pie Hole, yeah, but. Yeah. Morning.

[ AWKWARD SMILING ]

WHOEVER

[oxidantshappen]

i only have two icons but here i go anyway

[dogbites]

[ it's not usual for her to indulge, and the sweetness of waffles and cream is so unfamiliar to her that she coughs on the first bite. ]

God. Are you trying to kill me?

[ moody, she picks at the fruit instead. even though they're covered with powdered sugar, they're sour enough to be worth eating. ]