#[ OOC: Let me know if anything needs to change! ]

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

@undyingmedium liked this post for a Starter

"Hey, Anika... I know we really needed answers from that asshole back there but..." She paused, hesitating. She was all for using violence to get closer to a goal when it was needed. But to go that far...? "Did you really have to go about it like THAT?"

#ooc; ~mama k~ #~still standing~ #~queue~ #hope this is okay - let me know if I need to change anything!

[zaney-animey]

The Warners in: “On the Chopper Block!” (closed RP with @chopperpirate)

It was a normal sunny day in the Californian entertainment studio, the one owned by none other than Warner Bros. The trio of cartoony, vaguely puppy-like siblings were all high up on the water tower on which they live, and were marveling at all the new characters they get to see come and leave the studio.

But one of note took the triplets by storm. A vaguely short reindeer with a huge pink hat enters the lot with a whole bunch of other colorful characters. The toons don’t hear a whole lot, but…they see all the characters split off.

“Hey! Why are they leaving that kid to walk around the studio?” Wakko asked, concerned.

“He should be watched over by one of the more grown-up people in his group. The poor thing.” mused Dot, feeling almost a sisterly bond with the reindeer….almost.

“Alright, sibs! Let’s make this deer doesn’t get turned to dough while they’re here!” quipped Yakko, the oldest of the three.

“Wait. They aren’t a female deer, right?” Dot asked Yakko, going along with the bit.

“Nah, they’re a dude. And besides it’s the current year, guys can wear pink now.” Yakko replied.

Dot and Wakko shot confused looks at each other, before following their older brother to the ground the only way all of them know how: jumping off of the tower and letting cartoon physics take over.

#{~yakko~ 🎭} #{~wakko~🧢} #{~dot~ 🌼} #[ooc: let me know if anything needs to be changed!]

[neglectedbond]

It was a simple glance as she noticed the swordsman once again. . . in the park. ❛ You again. Cool. Great. ❜ She sat on a bench with a straight posture, her gaze now fixated on the playground. She always felt at ease, listening to them laugh & yell in the purest of forms. ❛ . . . ❜ Silence, unnerving silence yet again. For a few minutes, she stared, sparing a few glances at the swordsman beside her. ❛ Is there a reason you came here again? ❜ Her voice sounds spiteful, resentful & uncaring. ❛ Genuinely curious. ❜

@wayward-sword / starter.

#୭ 🕊.⋆﹙ 𝓟 ﹚: in character. #waywardsword #ooc. i laugh but also she's being such a jerk sorry JKFHJSF #let me know if u need anything changed ~

[grxmincvdescxnce]

SPECIAL DELIVERY ⸻ @babygirlhq

RECIPIENT ⸻ DOMINIQUE DE SADE

when the idea was first presented, this rendezvous of supposed lovers, it seemed the sort of reprieve george could all but beg for. indeed, the freedom to wander from her overbearingly mirthless home and into the welcome company that was her betrothed brought an apparent glee to her gait — one her guard couldn't help but note with the coyest of smirks upon their typically troubled lips. 

the very moment doe-like hues fell upon the waves of viridian that was to be their midday picnic destination, a grin as wide and marvelous as a child in bliss danced along painted lips, gloved fingers clasping in joy as the lady settled upon domi's figure in the near distance. "domi, oh domi! how wonderful to see you!" practically gliding between the pockets of crisp white snow that met the otherwise glorious greenery, it took little time at all for their careful embrace. "i hope the journey wasn't a terrible one. i do wish we could grace each other much more often than we seem to." given their respective duties, however, such wishes may in fact remain just that — a want that could rarely be. 

for now, anyway.

"you must tell me all about your days since we last spoke." of course, georgina was informed to a point — having a tendency to send missives and the like when she was able. such things could seem rather lacking, however, and it could hardly compare to seeing the other in person.

#INT ⸻ the romantic. #⸻ dominique de sade. #ooc ⸻ #apologies again on the delay #let me know if you need anything changed ofc

[bestboygav]

For @phoenix-flamed who gets a random starter!

The sound of fire crackling as wood burned was music to Gav’s ears as he came back to the campsite. It was a rather chilly night, but that didn’t mean he could neglect his duties as the team's scout. A slight shiver ran down his spine as he moved closer to the fire, wanting to bask in its warmth before needing to head out again. August was still regaling the newly freed bearers with tales of their previous exploits. The other Cursebreakers were off getting as much sleep as they could before it was time to move again; or switch out with him, so he could get a bit of sleep himself. 

Normally he would be fine with a few minutes rest here and there, but this mission had dragged on a few more days than they’d planned. The exhaustion was starting to pile up on all of them, but he tried to not show it as best he could. Moving past August - he just wanted to rest his mind and not have to join in on the storytelling - he decided to try his luck sitting closer to Miles. Once seated, he held his hands out towards the fire, letting his palms get close enough to warm, but not get burned. 

“Cid’ll probably have another mission waitin’ for us when we get back,” he said, bringing his now burning hot palms up to his cheeks to help ease the chill in his face. Growing up in the Northern Territories didn’t make him immune to the cold, unfortunately. “Should probably get as much rest now as you can.” 

Gav didn’t know much about Miles, honestly. Knew he was good with a sword and could hold his own in a fight, if the past few days had shown him anything. But that was really it. He was curious, of course, but he wouldn’t try to pry into his personal life. Not many Cursebreakers liked talking about their pasts. Not that he could blame them; he had a few skeletons in his own closet, and sometimes talking just made it worse.

Normal, brief conversations should be fine, though. Especially to keep himself from dozing off. It wasn’t often he worked in such a large group, so he was a little more on edge than normal. Well, he had been, until he’d sat down. Glancing up at the moon, he tried to place its position in the sky to determine the time. Surely a few more minutes in front of the warm flames would be fine since they were out of enemy territories. To at least warm the rest of his chilled bones before going back out into the cold, dark night.

#phoenix-flamed #verse: From The Fire #ooc: sorry this took so long I wrote 4 different starters before deciding on this one RIP #if I need to change anything let me know!! #random Cursebreaker missions are the best time to make new friends

[warsinmyhead]

CLOSED for @mimiorri

Her prototype translator device is gripped in one hand, her e-mail print out of where she is staying while in Japan in the other. Everything was moving so quickly and it was a bit dizzying – a few weeks ago, her teacher submitted her device for consideration to be reviewed by representatives in technology with her classmates. A company in Japan reached out, eager to develop it for traveler market who didn't have time to sit in a language class. The catch was she had to bring her prototype with her, live and work in Japan for a brief period, and oversee the production for the final product.

She tore her gaze from the e-mail and tried to acquaint herself. She was close to the apartment the company rented for her, but she was trying to determine if this was the street she needed to hang a left on or if it was the next one.

#mimiorri #[ CLOSED: This isn't a 24/7 repair shop. ] #[ THREAD: BA ] #[ Wired in Translation ] #[ OOC: Let me know if anything needs to change! ] #[ OOC: Thank you for your patience! ] #warsinmyhead

[stellaelillac]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Starter for @beaureguarde feat. Annabeth Chase ! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

" Hey, Silena. Can i talk to you for a moment ? " Annabeth approaches the daughter of Aphrodite. The girl wanted to discuss some stuff for the next capture the flag game ; counselor to counselor. However, the daughter of Athena also wants to talk about some things apart from that, and judging that her love life is been a mess these past few days, Annabeth really could use some advice.

#beaureguarde #i hope this works! #you can let me know if i need to change anything! #‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ic / annabeth chase. #‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ooc / queue.

[oathofpromises]

🥂 (X'kijin & Lyse because Ala Mhigan--)

Thunderous cheering could be heard throughout the Ala Mhigan Quater, the battle had to last hours, but at the end of the day Ala Mhigo was finally free. The terror that had lasted for years swiftly defeated by the Warrior of light. Lyse held a hand to her heart, as she glanced up at the night sky. So many moments, she wondered if her home would ever be returned to what it was, and now they had a chance to rebuild.

"I wonder where X'kijin ran off too..he's the hero of the hour and should be here." whispered Lyse, as she ended up walking out of the camp. If she recalled, he wasn't one for big celebrations unless coaxed into it by one of the other scions. He was a very private individual, not much known about his past. Which Lyse knew how that felt all too well. The moonlight reflected off the nearby lake, as the blonde finally spotted the Miqo'te sitting on a rock, tossing some pebbles across the clear water. It appeared like he might have been in deep thought, and a part of her didn't want to disturb the other, but he had always been there for others. Maybe now was the time he needed a friend there too. Lyse pulled up a rock and started throwing a bit away from the warrior. Mostly to make her presence known without catching the Miqo'te off guard.

"I figured I might find you out here, X'kijin. I didn't see you at the celebration and thought maybe you had to sneak away. You seem distracted, I know all that's happened is a lot to take in. You want to talk about it?"

Since all of this had started, the warrior seemed a bit more involved in this war than the woman would've thought an outsider would want to get too tangled up into. Then again, X'kijin was always the type to help others out, even if sometimes people hardly gave him much of a choice.

"Everyone owes you so much..we couldn't have down any of this without you. For years, we tried..and it was all a fruitless attempt but, now the Ala Mhigo people are free. I..hardly have the proper words to say but standing along you and the others it gave me the strength. One day this land will be what we all hoped for again. It will take time, of course, but it's worth the fight. I don't know if the others mentioned it yet, but I plan to leave the scions. Not because I don't enjoy being with you all..but I feel like my place is here. To help everyone rebuild this land. But enough of my talking..how are you feeling?"

Lyse allowed herself to sit down near the bank, giving X'kijin his space but still close, so the two could talk. In her hand were a couple of drinks, she wanted to offer the other one, but wasn't sure if he was in the mood to talk. It had been clear since this started that X'kijin was relented to come here, and the blonde didn't know why exactly. A part of Lyse felt like maybe all the scions were angry at her for hiding the truth, of who she really was, for using her sister name and pretending to be someone that she wasn't.

"I managed to grab a couple drinks, if you would like one?"

#— ❛❛ // LYSE HEXT ¦ whatever I chose to do from now on #I do as Lyse ・ 「 Threads」 #— ❛❛ // X’KIJIN LYZEJ ¦You are a light in the darkness for others my friend・ 「 CRYSTALMARRED」 #ooc: Hopefully this is okay starter had to think how they could have a moment to talk and celebrate #If I need to change anything let me know #— ❛❛ // MISSION REPORT ¦ QUEUE・

[reddragon-cowboy]

These plots have been heavily discussed in detail between me and my partners who own these muses. I will add more to this list later.

@erthlyheavn

Duchess (Verse 2) : Spike found Duchess on the streets of Mars while eating lunch on a bench. After showing some compassion by sharing a bit of his food, he came to realize she was more than an ordinary stray after inspecting her collar, which revealed itself to be pure solid gold, featuring a row of diamonds inserted into the mineral. It heavily implied her owner was rich and upper-class, a stark comparison to Spike’s pitiful circumstances where he finds himself low on money. Acknowledging the amount of worth Duchess has, he considers the idea of trying to locate her owner to get a reward out of it, initially. He discusses the idea over with Niah, pleased that she’d join in the search for Duchess’s owner. Unfortunately, they soon discover that the search for her caretaker will be a lot harder than they originally thought. Plus, Spike is trying not to develop an attachment towards her, and he would occasionally remind Niah to avoid gaining a deep bond as well. Too bad they both end up getting a little attached in one way or another.

@alaikhadal

Dana Scully (Verse 2) : Spike is visited by Dana Scully, a detective from the I.S.S.P. department. She requests his services in trying to help her solve mysterious cases that had sprung up out of the blue, many of which involve the cause of obscure deaths and missing persons. These strange occurrences are not only taking place on Mars, but stretch across different planets in the solar system, which Dana believes all share a common link to each other that her department have yet to unriddle with their own available resources. After getting in contact with Jet Black, he directed her to Spike Spiegel because of his skillset on attaining intel on the streets and knowledge of what goes on behind closed doors, including black market activities. Although he is reluctant to help, and after spending much time to consider her offer ( due to his mistrust in the I.S.S.P), he decides to partner up with the detective, especially after pondering over the possibility that ones he care and love who are most vulnerable may be at high risk of becoming a victim of these killings. Dana Scully (Verse 2) : Spike’s partnership with Scully makes the detective a frequent visitor to Niah’s abode. The earthling is thrown into the mix of the case between the two, almost barely able to keep up with everything that’s taking place. But Niah’s presence offers a kind balance to help relieve a little stress as she gives Dana the opportunity to experience a warm, homely atmosphere that’s typically absent in her life.

#( ooc ) the mun. #erthlyheavn #alaikhadal #/if theres anything that needs to be changed let me know ;3 #[plot record]

[starsdreamed]

@ofstarfleet wonders: i’ve had people out, trying to find you everywhere. why did you worry us like that?

STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION. always accepting.

"...Worry?" Asa repeats, blinking as his head cants to the left. The young boy knows that the captain's words are true-- worry, anger, and fear are all swirling in their eyes-- but he's confused. He was always on his own back home and none of the Dreamers minded, so--

"You couldn't tell, could you?" he murmurs, remorse radiating from him and flowing into the surrounding air at the realization. Remembering that he has to be more clear, he continues. "That I was alright?... Back home they could. They always knew. They still do," he elaborates. The idea that people light years away know more about him-- his thoughts, his feelings-- than the crew right in front of him is so strange.

"I'm sorry," Asa apologizes, genuine. "I thought you knew, too." After a moment, the boy looks up at the captain. "Do you want me to tell you next time, before I go?" he asks, before echoing something Doctor McCoy had told him. "Use my words?"

#ic. #answered. #ofstarfleet #dear father we dream while we may [asa & kirk.] #verse one. #[ooc] have some Very early father/son bonding moments #[ooc] and by that i mean: asa being a weird little alien and scaring the shit out of jim completely unintentionally #[ooc] he's so used to wandering off and being on his own that the idea of being actively cared and worried about is *so* foreign to him #[ooc] also let's play: how the fuck do i write my own ocs because i've forgotten sdfkjnwerlknsdkjfns #[ooc] anyways!!! love them love you missed them missed you!!! if you need anything changed let me know!!! #[ooc] also stern but loving dad is Best dad and we love him so much

[rexelectus]

● – || @chaoticxgays​ gets a lil starter for Zuko. 

● – || He had been told to expect visitors for at least two weeks now , and still the company of which he was told to expect were not exactly . . . on the top of his list of people he wanted to see . Well , that was a lie , he was fond of most of them . . . All but one . Today was not exactly a day that Noctis wanted to be present for . It seemed they were getting a visit from the famed Prince Zuko . Whatever his rank was now , Noctis cared very little for . He had done so much [ [ h a r m ] ] to both the Southern and Northern Water Tribes that , at this point , there was little that could reverse it in his eyes . 

Still , despite all of this , Noctis sat beside his father in the throne room . His bright , blue eyes looked upon the entrance of the room as he patiently [ [ a w a i t e d ] ] for the doors to open to reveal their final visitor . As to be expected , he wore traditional Water Tribe clothing , very similar to that his sister had worn the night she lost her life . 

They just had to get through this introduction and then there’d be either dinner or a dance , or nothing . Noctis hoped for nothing , as he was not social in the slightest . As a royal , he needed to [ [ p r e t e n d ] ] to be in order to make diplomatic relations with the other visitors . All of them had come , at this point , from all around the world . All that was left was the last one to arrive . . . 

At the sound of instruments welcoming one more , Noctis’ eyes hardened as he saw the boots make their way through their throne room . 

“ . . . Welcome .” He said , just loud enough for his singular greeting to be heard. 

#● c || zuko #chaoticxgays #● make it quick || convo #● beginnings of endings || starters #● ooc || let me know if anything needs to be changed! <3

[reliquice]

─ closed starter for duri ( @leoxmoon636​ ) ♡♡♡         ↳  requested for ꒰ XEN ꒱ ಌ

                                                               ‘ i’d date you... ‘

— the words that are spoken to him cuts through the air like a knife, hues suddenly widening in response to the set of words thrown his way. xen is quick to turn his heads towards the other’s, head tilting slightly. his dark hues scan the dilated ones, shifting closer to close the space between him and his recently acquired comrade. 

 — “ really? you would date, me? “ xen replies softly, eyes peaking through thin threads of hair he shifts to grab the bong that seems to be conveniently placed between them. he sniffs the pipe recently used from the male beside him. the herbal remedy reminds him of the skunks he use to examine from afar as a child. his tongue slightly seeps through his tiers, brushing against the rim of the pipe slightly out of ignorance on what the substance was used for. he doesn’t taste anything, returning it back to its original owner. 

— maybe it was his response to the words sent his way previously, wanting to send an indirect kiss duri’s way. or maybe it was the fact he found the smell oddly satisfying and wanting to seek the taste of the aroma. but whether his attentions were, xen’s rim pulled into a bisected grin. “ do you really mean that or are you? joking? either way, i don’t care. i would date you too- “ he confesses with no indication if it were true or false. deep down though, in his confusion of sexuality. duri was fascinating and always made him feel something other's never had. he slowly started to crave more of his friend, but he couldn’t cost losing a friendship dear to him because of this confusion settling deep within the fissure of his soul. all he knew was he to would date duri given the chance to.

#∿ People Pay You Less Attention When You Don't Leave A Trail Of Bodies In Your Wake ┊ Xen #∿ When We Help One Another' Everybody Wins ┊ Closed Starter #xen: mortal verse #xen x duri #leoxmoon636 #∿ Out Of Capsules (OOC) ┊ #' i hope this is okay boo! let me know if i need to change anything! much love! " #∿ Even When I'm Gone' I'm Still Here With You ┊ Queues & Queued

[adseculaictis]

@of-elitiism liked for a starter.

It couldn’t have been helped- ill luck had seen the demon caught in a rain storm, with little place to go. The sudden storm had been utter chaos and agony on the shell of a body they still wore- ragged and tired from the extended use. The rain, a magical affect or not, had nearly washed all that kept it together away; leaving a foul pile of rot for anyone to discover, had they let it decompose as such. They need a quiet, dark place close to the ground. They need a sustenance for repairing their wounds; already insects flock to the body to contribute what they can, melding seamlessly with the wounds the rain rips into her. Luckily, a dumpster would do just fine- the pungent odor would not bother them for long. Rolling into the dumpster, they land bonelessly, appearing the shape of a young human woman. As the beast slips from consciousness, effectively leaving the shell behind to recover, they are unaware of the unfortunate circumstances that occur to the body as it lay returning to shape in the dumpster. When a neighbor had dropped a bag of trash in, only to discover a human body with no pulse or wounds, it only made sense the path of events would lead the body to rest across a coroner's table, a Jane Doe with no markings. Of course, this is when the spirit returns to the body; the beast once again inhabiting it’s shell and settling in, unaware until this very moment that the body has been moved, or that she might not be alone.

#of-elitiism #Coyote Queued #ooc: sorry this is so late! #if anything needs to be changed let me know!

[moonshadowed]

"I thought I told you to keep that on your eye."

He doesn't have to turn round from where he's rifling through the gladstone bag to know that @cosmicangsts is decidedly not following his advice. Not that he blames him as such. How could he? He can almost remember what it was like all those years, all those lifetimes ago; almost, but not quite, like a half-forgotten dream lost to the world between sleep and waking.

Looking over his shoulder to confirm his suspicions, he studies the blond on the chaise longue, the frozen peas that are ten to one older than the child who holds them. Something sunken in his chest aches at the sight of those hazel eyes, young and sparkling, the pain as familiar as it is unwelcome.

"Go on," he encourages instead, soft-spoken but firm, "put it back." He snaps the bag shut, putting the needed supplies in the pockets of the moth-eaten blue overcoat, slippers gently scuffing the floor as his feet carry him over to the chair.

He kneels-- surprised, as always, that his knees don't crack at the motion, that it is only exhausted blue eyes that convey how ancient he feels-- and lays his hand over the other's, his touch tender and parental. No matter what, it seems he can never hide that.

"Where else are you hurt?" he asks. "Your head?" // starter call!

#ic. #twenty [muse.] #cosmicangsts #dynamic [five.] #injury tw #[ooc] oh my god this is so late but hi!! hello!! i'm so thrilled you followed!!! i adore your five with every scrap of my being!! #[ooc] as you said (and rightly so)... he gets knocked around a lot... so here's a grump to patch him up #[ooc] (it's okay twenty is secretly a softie even though he doesn't want to admit it) #[ooc] (also if he bothered to set foot outside the tardis he'd probably get knocked around just as much) #[ooc] i hope this is okay and let me know if i need to change anything!!

[bestboygav]

For @myrkt - a semi-plotted random starter

It had only been a few days since they’d gotten news from one of Cid’s confidants down in Boklad. Waloeder soldiers had been spotted closer to the Dzemekys Falls, though nobody was sure why. Cid seemed concerned, though. More so than usual, which struck Gav as a little odd. If they were seen around the Falls, that meant they were interested in either Dhalmekia or the Crystalline Dominion, right? The look on Cid’s face as he pondered the information made him think there was more to this than he was understanding. 

Which was exactly why he was here, in Dhalmekia, looking for said Waloeder soldiers. “Stay out of sight and out of trouble. Any inkling of things going south, you return to the hideaway.” Those were Cid’s exact words. It had put him on edge the whole time he was getting ready to head out. Cid seemed to have noticed the change in mood, since he followed with, “You’ll be fine, Gav. It’s only a handful of Waloeder soldiers. Nothing you can’t handle.” Honestly, the flip-flop between his mood and words hadn’t made Gav feel any better before he left. 

At least everything seemed normal so far on his end. Dhalmekia wasn’t the easiest place to scout in during the day - what with the blinding sun and lack of real cover to hide in. Nothing but rocks and Fallen ruins around, so he’d been sticking to their shadows the best he could. Everything became a little easier once night came and he could get closer to their camp. It was still hard to hear what they were saying - the moon was just a little too bright, so he decided to err on the side of caution, hanging back a bit in the darker shadows.

Thankfully it seemed that whatever they were saying wasn’t important. They seemed to be drunk and having a good time, which made him start to wonder why they were even here in the first place. There was no acting commander - that he could see - so why were a handful of random Waloeder soldiers happily making camp in the middle of the desert? 

He’d almost started inching closer when he finally heard a new voice in the mix. It sent a shiver down his spine that froze him in place. He wasn’t well versed in the chain of command within the Waloeder army, but whoever this new voice belonged to had to be pretty important; after all, the drunken merriment ended as soon as a few words were spoken. Every nerve in his being was telling him to run. Flee. Escape while you still can. But he couldn’t move. He needed to. Cid had told him to come back if things felt off. Everything felt off. If he moved now, though, he’d definitely be spotted. 

Heart thumping against his chest, he waited in stiff silence. It had only been a few minutes, at most, but it felt like hours. And then everything was back to normal. Whoever that voice belonged to was gone. The oppressive air cleared and the soldiers from before were back to their drunken merriment. The experience had definitely shaved a few years off of his life, but he’d survived it. He needed to get a stolas back to Cid as quickly as possible, so he slowly started leaving the area, keeping an eye on his surroundings the best he could. The dark of night helped hide him, but who knew what was lurking just out of reach.

#myrkt #if i need to change anything let me know!! #ooc: good luck Gav #it was nice knowing you (I love him I promise lol) #enjoy your new home in Waloed

[warsinmyhead]

CLOSED for @imamxdel

One good thing about living away from his aunt and uncle is working as late and long as he wants without hearing one or the other scolding him about his poor sleeping habits. But juggling his duties at work and his graduate thesis is a challenge and often he's overdone it on the late night revisions for the latter, which comes with consequences in the morning for work.

He's spent several hours working on revisions to his latest draft and his mind's a jumbled mess now – he's stuck at the moment for how to round out his conclusion better and it didn't help that he skipped dinner between leaving work and coming to the library.

The aides inform everyone that they will be closing soon, which means he needs to pack up and get out. Fine then, he'll either order delivery or see if the convenience store near campus has something quick to munch on that won't weigh him down.

He packed up his laptop, marked-up copy of his thesis draft, and research into his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. He's in the middle a big yawn, the kind that makes his eyes close, as he's nearing the exit to the library – barely walking into someone else.

#imamxdel #[ CLOSED: All others will be subject to the stun function ] #[ THREAD: AJM ] #[ Kingsman Seoul ] #[ Promotion Comes with a Target ] #[ OOC: Let me know if anything needs to change! ] #warsinmyhead