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(A starter for @thedragonpony3rdtry - We choose you, Firestar!)
“Aw man, I’m out of bananas!” groans Thursday upon realizing that she is, indeed, out of bananas. “Welp, I’m gonna go visit Banan Pie’s Banana Superstore.”
While she begins gathering the things she always takes with her - her notebook, a pen, and her towel, with the addition of her wallet where she keeps her bits for use in Ponyville - Cyrus turns in his chair and gives her a look.
“You are aware that you can spawn in bananas yourself, aren’t you?” he points out dryly.
“Well, yeah, I could,” she replies easily, “but where’s the fun in that? Also, I like shopping at Banan Pie’s store! Maybe I’ll pick up some more banana decorations for our control booth.” She casts a bright gaze around the room, at all the banana posters and artwork she acquired from Banan-Con and hung up.
The older Narrator doesn’t appreciate them nearly as much as she does, but he just sighs and doesn’t comment on it. At this point he knows there is nothing he can do to stop her from hanging up ridiculous crap around their small shared space and it’s far easier to just let it happen.
“Yes, well, have fun,” he replies and goes back to watching the display monitor for any visitors who may enter their office.
“Would you like me to bring you back anything, Cyrus?”
A short pause.
And then: “...Yes, some of that banana tea, please. I quite liked it.”
“Okay!” she replies brightly and heads for the door. “See you in a little while!”
And with that, Thursday is off, heading into the downstairs area of the office and to the broom closet where the Portal to Ponyville awaits her. Banana Pie opened the Portal months ago and it has been open ever since, making it easier for her to visit her friends in Ponyville and for them to visit her.
She steps through the portal and heads straight for where Banan Pie’s shop is, and when she gets there she absolutely fills her basket with bananas and other banana-y things.
Soon she’s heading for the register to check out, distracted by a display of - what else? - bananas, when she bumps into somepony, dropping her basket and everything it.
“AGH! Sorry! Sorry about that! My bad,” she apologizes to the pony. “You okay?”
#thedragonpony3rdtry#i always tell everyone to not feel compelled to match my post length because sometimes i get carried away nn;#hope this starter works for you!#also fyi thursday is a human!
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you cannot blame other people for your own inaction. you cannot complain on the dash about not having any interactions or threads when you've never replied to all the plotting messages, starters, or ask memes waiting for you in your inbox. i understand that the social aspect of rp can be paralyzing for many, and of course our lives irl take high precedent in terms of priority, so please don't mistake this as a demand for constant replies or a constant presence on the dash (that would be utterly unhealthy and completely unfair to expect from anyone; that's not at all what i'm talking about here).
instead, i'm talking about the times you are online and are here to write and have fun, and the times you are looking for new plots, new threads, and new dynamics. if other people have made contact, sent memes, wrote you starters, and all of these means of communication have gone unanswered... how can you grumble and moan on the dash about not having any interactions? reply to those ask memes. answer those plotting IMs. post a starter call. reblog memes. hunt for that old starter someone wrote you weeks ago and finally reply. if this is your hobby, and you want to have fun writing with other people, you can't let them do all the work. you need to contribute. you need to put in some effort, and the fun will follow.
#rp psa#rpc psa#roleplay psa#rpc#rpc help#rpc reminder#rpc advice#rp advice#rp tips#rpc tips#i hope this doesn't sound harsh#but i'm so tired of people crying on the dash about not having anything to write or anyone to write with#meanwhile the starter i wrote for them is literally just sitting there unanswered#that makes me feel like shit#like my time is valuable too#i put in the work to write you a starter#and now you're gonna turn around and complain#that hurts me!!!!!
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Being an actor was..tough to say the least. There was almost always someone out there who recognized him, disguise or no. So when he saw a small library he rushed into a private room to get a break from people..before noticing from someone there.
“Er! Ah..apologizes for intruding on your time, hun..!”
@morals-and-florals
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[@love-is-in-the-multiverse | Liked for a starter.]
He hadn't found what he was looking for...another dead end, and Rust was slowly losing his mind. He took in a small breath, eyes flickering to the edge of the lake he sat in front of. The markings on his body were slowly beginning to tilt towards a rusty orange- his accursed codename rearing its ugly head. He took in a small breath.
Rust held out his palm.
"...Chaos... Control..." A syringe appeared in his gloved palm. He wasted no time in preparing it, and jamming it into the crook of his elbow- before teleporting the syringe away. He didn't even blink as he felt the chemical concoction worm its way through his veins, eating away at the genetic impurities.
He'd stay here for the night. It wasn't like any creature in this forest could take him- and once he was well enough...he'd head back to HQ. Or at least, that was the original idea...before he felt a strange influx in Chaos Energy- eyes snapping towards the source.
#loveisinthemultiverse#Once a temple/Now a tomb/Step to me/I’ll bury you | Shadow “Rust” the Hedgehog#I can feel my blood it’s rushing | closed starter#//hope that works#//assumed S.mmer TP'd from her world I leave the how/why/if she even remembers up to you#//lemme know if you want anything chaaaaaaaanged#needle tw#needles tw#injection tw
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MISTER MAGIC SENTENCE STARTERS : PART TWO.
taken from the 2023 novel by kiersten white. trigger warnings for unreality, trauma, religion, and cults. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.
“what do we say about crying?”
“you had a lot of nightmares.”
“at least i don’t snore?”
“i wouldn’t mess with her / him / them.”
“that was really kind. thank you.”
“it’s just what i was supposed to do all along.”
“why do you have it?”
“don’t you remember— no, i guess you don’t.”
“please take this as kindly as possible, but what the hell does that mean?”
“i forgot what a dork you can be.”
“only you could make me do this. you’re as pushy as ever.”
“is this what prom was like?”
“i hate missing free food.”
“we just have to wait a little longer. you’ll see.”
“we could go be beautiful somewhere else, instead.”
“or your ass is mine.”
“what is she / is he / are they doing here? i can’t deal with her / him / them, not right now. not ever.”
“you know how important tonight is to me.”
“i’ve worked a long time for this.”
“take me with you. i can’t do this alone.”
“wasn’t it the best?”
“i’ve lived here my whole life.”
“angels were everywhere, if you knew how to recognize them. if you knew how to make a deal.”
“suffer the children, you know.”
“not everything needs a reboot.”
“go home and cry joylessly into your still-in-the-box transformers.”
“someone’s got to compensate for my terrible influence in his life / her life / your life / their lives.”
“lol delaware isn’t a real place.”
“what is all this talk of killing and death?”
“you’re here now, and you’re going to fix it. you’re going to make it right. you owe us that much, don’t you?”
“i don’t like to think about what happened; the pieces don’t make sense.”
“guess i was wrong about not needing to sneak in our own booze. luckily, i’m always prepared.”
“please don’t tease me.” / “i would never.”
“everyone will stare.” / “they’re all staring anyway.”
“you! you broke everything!”
“what was that?”
“we won’t let them / him / her do this to you.”
“whatever else she is / he is / they are, name’s a loyal friend.”
“you need this. don’t let them know you have it.”
“you deserve— you all deserve to know.”
“can we get out of here?”
“come on. we’re going to make a bonfire.”
“i woke up in the middle of the night and it was glowing.”
“how do you know how to do this?”
“i can build a fire, administer basic first aid, and bullshit my way into making older people think i’m trustworthy.”
“he / she / they / you didn’t protect me from that.”
“i’ve never not been a mom / dad / parent.”
“that’s the only time i ever got to be a kid.”
“don’t be a little shit.”
“you never forget the lesson that they would rather destroy you than let you inconvenience them.”
“it’s hard, and you’re doing it anyway.”
“fucktrumpet! shitgibbon! cockwomble!”
“be serious for once!”
“i need to know what happened to her / him / them / you / us.”
“anyone who was looking for you, anyone who took the trouble to find you: they’re not your friend.”
“you have to get out of there. now.”
“you can’t get better until you’ve hit rock bottom. you know that.”
“what if forgetting is a gift?”
“i wish i could forget it.”
“we missed you, name.”
“you didn’t give up, even when it got hard and a little scary. sometimes things are a little hard and scary. that’s when we need each other the most.”
“i am losing my mind.”
“i missed you the most.”
“i want it back.”
“i can’t force you to do it. but i need you to do this for me. for us.”
“weird vibe in here, you guys.”
“please, come with me. nothing here is good for you.”
“i know that sounds sad but it wasn’t.”
“don’t look at me like i’m the one who’s being a bitch.”
“what the hell? how is that possible?”
“tell me whether i saw what i think i saw.”
“how long have you been down here?”
“we don’t say that.” / “why not? they’re just words.”
“so really, all words are magic. something from nothing.”
“you were always good at words, weren’t you? good at making the others do what you wanted.”
“i’m tired of talking.”
“nothing is more powerful than imagination.”
“we all chose what to remember. or what to forget.”
“maybe it’s a deepfake.”
“fuck me. fuck me, fuck me. fuck all of us.”
“i’m sorry. i’m really, really sorry. i didn’t know.”
“i’ll see what they want.”
“name. fuckface. fuckface junior.”
“dunno what i did, dunno how to fix it, don’t really care.”
“i’m going with you. we do this together.”
“you all realize this is insane, right? this is how we die.”
“at least i’ll go out doing what i love: being an absolute fuckwit making the worst possible choice.” / “no. being an absolute fuckwit making the worst possible choice in the best possible company.”
“is that how it was always supposed to feel?”
“i’m ready to break things.”
“i never would have left you.”
“i won’t let anything happen to you.”
“give me my fucking friends back.”
“tell me how to get you out of here. tell me how to fix it.”
“i believe in you. you protected us all back then, when we didn’t even know you were doing it. let us help you now.”
“we have to buy her / him / them / you time.”
“we should do what we do best.”
“it’s all still here.”
“let’s summon a demon!”
“this is so trippy! and stupid. i think it’s mold.”
“it’s not better in here, name. i know it feels like it could be, but it’s not. it never was.”
“you haven’t forgotten who you were, but you’re even better at it.”
“name is fucking with people who don’t have his / her / their best interests at heart.”
“that’s gotta be driving them insane to watch.”
“i’m nothing without it. i’ve never been anything without it.”
“you’ve always been enough by yourself. no one has ever been as loyal and smart and funny and fierce and deeply, deeply annoying as you.”
“i want to be a person. whole. happy with just myself. but how do we do that?” / “therapy.”
“in today’s session, i’d like to revisit the period of your childhood that was controlled by a minor deity in a pocket universe.”
“you’re all so stupid.”
“i love you, and i’m so proud of you.”
“you came back for us after all, name. i always knew you would.” / “really?” / “no. but i love being wrong. i’m really good at it.”
“he’s / she’s / they’re gone. you’ve always been good enough. you can do this alone.”
“i would have loved you so well.”
“you stayed.” / “i stayed.”
“go on. i believe in you.”
“you know what that’s like, if you let yourself remember.”
“it’s not perfect, but it doesn’t need to be.”
#rp meme#roleplay meme#sentence starters#dialogue#dialog prompts#ask meme#writing prompts#roleplay prompts#ask prompts#rp prompts#roleplay prompt#inbox meme#angst#humor#romance#long post tw#long post#mister magic sentence starters#hope you enjoy!!#i've been working on these for an AGE#alcohol tw#drinking tw#religion tw#unreality tw#religious tw
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@raiiryuu semi-plotted Starter!
It had taken a few days to get the Guild Hall looking back to normal. Removing the signal of the idiots that had taken it from them while they were gone and cleaning up the mess they'd left behind. He'd spent most of that time in the gym, getting the machines and weights back in order.
Now that it was sparkling clean and ready for use he'd arrived early that morning. Falling easily back into his normal routine when not out on a mission or trip with the others. Muscles warmed slightly from the walk here he set right in on his weight training. Easily working through his warm-ups before setting in on his reps.
Gaze flicking towards the door at the sound of someone else entering he spotted the distinct blonde hair and lightning scar. Vaguely remembering Natsu and the others calling him Laxus from his few brief encounters with the dragon-slayer. His chin dipped in greeting towards the other when their eyes met as he rose from the mat he'd been doing one armed push-ups on. "You're Laxus right?"
#raiiryuu#map of the seas (fairy tail)#of course that will make you a target (starter)#hope this works!#he's not much of a talker
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I'm just getting into batjokes, do you have any recs for comics, shows ect
Hey! That's great, hope you'll have lots of fun going down the rabbit hole. There's already some great Batjokes starter pack posts floating around, which you can delve into here, and here! I also have an ask answer regarding my preferred comics for their take on the Batman/Joker dynamic here, but with the warning that I also review them a bit, so there'll be spoilers. And you can also browse my Batjokes comics tag.
#hope you enjoy Anon <3#...haha I DID have a poll asking if I should make a Batjokes timeline/starter pack comic post but. working on my WIP won#woe is me. clearly it's not MY fault I'm shit at blog organizing#asks#batjokes
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Mr & Mrs Smith - closed starter for @xgoldxnhour
The questions asked aren’t extremely intrusive but they are strangely specific; ranging from favourite foods, books, films and clothing brands, to more personal themes of sexual attraction and previous failed relationships. Throughout it all Samuel answers honestly, eyes fixed on the blinking red light ahead, the only indication that the computer system in front of him is observing and most likely monitoring the quality of both his answers and his physical reactions. It’s a surreal process, devoid of any human interaction and in truth, it is only when the machine through which his potential employer is communicating, asks if he is willing to relocate, that Sam is forced to pause. Admittedly he likes living in Seattle and can’t imagine living anywhere else, but if he is going to make the most of this opportunity, he knows he needs to be flexible. Living elsewhere at least avoids the complexity of bumping into family or friends and being forced to lie about his work, his life and his new wife - that is the only part of this process which he is confident about from his texts with the organisation; he won’t be working alone. From what he understands, if selected, he’ll be in deep cover with a partner, one he hopes has a decent kill count and sense enough to keep them both from getting in over their heads.
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It is less than a week later that he arrives in front of a large town house in Manhattan. It’s a big place, clearly expensive, most likely a family home – certainly a significant departure from his average rent bachelor pad in Seattle. Entering with the key that was couriered to him, Sam finds himself creeping slowly inside despite the fact it is obvious no one else is here. Carefully placing his bags down onto the freshly polished wooden floors, he takes the opportunity to have a quick look around. For a new home, the place feels strangely lived in – the bookshelves are filled with some of his favourite authors and the fridge is stocked with many of his favourite foods and soda. Noticing a case of his preferred brand of beer, Sam makes a mental note to return for one after he’s finished unpacking.
Walking through from the kitchen to the large living area, which looks ideal for entertaining company, he notices another set of bags set down beside the sofa, left stranded similarly to his own. Hearing a small scuffle Samuel turns swiftly to see a small ginger cat begin to rub its face against the side of the sofa before moving towards him, clearly seeking some attention. Bending, Sam rubs his palm along the length of its back, watching as it arches in response, the action causing a soft smile; weird, it must have come with the house.
Moving through the rooms, Sam discovers a door with a discreet fingerprint locking mechanism, pressing his thumb to it expectantly, it immediately opens, allowing him access. Upon entering, he finds himself face to face with a stranger, presumably his new housemate, or should he say wife. Oh, she’s pretty, the kind of pretty that looks like butter wouldn’t melt in fact, certainly not the kind of woman who looks like she is an accomplished assassin or mercenary of some kind; that is a strength of course; to disguise her threat so naturally - no one would see her coming, not even Sam himself.
“Hi, I’m…” Pausing for a second, Sam suddenly realises that to use his real name in a situation like this would probably be foolhardy. “I’m John, John Smith…and you must be…Jane.”
#[samuel silas] blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice#Mr & Mrs Smith verse#xgoldxnhour#Eloise#Closed Starter#((This was a great idea! Hope this starter works for you!))#Modern assassin verse
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MUTUALS ONLY,⠀like this for a verse-dependent starter that'll be dependent in length!⠀if you're a multi-muse,⠀please specify what muse for me to write for.⠀this is capped at 5 for now!
#🌹、misc.⠀ 웃 ⠀starter call.#currently iconing + doing carrd work + replying to owes in-between but my rewatch has bolstered my muse.#also ironing out my verses + trying to get back into the swing of things and i hope you all don't mind!! ;///;
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Hello!! I came here because I was informed you had some Wriowinne headcanons and ramblings to share? Would it be alright for me to ask for some 👉👈 (or as much as you want to share please I'm desperate for food)
OH BOY DO I.
I feel you anon, I've been shipping them like...since the PV. So I've been stuck in utter absolute hell, getting nothing but father&daughter content from the fandom (shoutout to @hydrachea for being able to dual wield and letting me talk ship to her, light of my life fr weh). I'm hoping now that 4.1 has been out for a little bit, we'll get some more of them, though. I've dug through our dms, and found a hc that takes place after 4.1. So spoilers for that archon quest, but no leaks are involved!
Anyway, I love thinking about how close they cut it at the climax of 4.1, and the aftermath of it all.
Sigewinne somehow finding out what happened down there at the bottom of Meropide while she was evacuating the inmates, and like. She knows what the stakes were. The Primordial Seawater could not be allowed to rise. Clorinde made the right decision in shooting the gate lock. Even if it had killed Wriothesley, it still would have been the right decision.
That doesn't mean it's not a bitter pill to swallow.
Sigewinne can usually put it out of mind during the day, especially when she's busy treating patients, but it's harder when she's asleep. She dreams of the evacuation, and the alarm blaring, and waiting and waiting and waiting, and Clorinde walking past, alone, with her head down and her fists shaking, until Neuvilette finally approaches. Wriothesley isn't with him.
And Neuvilette's face doesn't really show much. It never does. But Sigewinne is close enough to the surface that she can hear the absolute downpour raging outside as Neuvilette tells her that he's sorry, he's so so sorry, and he gives her a gray and black and red coat, so soaked through with Primordial Seawater that he'd been afraid to let anyone else touch it, and the fur collar is matted and wet against Sigewinne's face when she clutches it close-
Sigewinne jolts awake, grasping at whatever is in her reach, which just happens to include Wriothesley's arm. His eyes almost immediately fly open, slurring out a mix of what's goin' on and what's wrong, and then a do we need to evacuate and poor Sigewinne, she feels awful. He hasn't been sleeping as well since the almost-flood, every little sound wakes him up now.
(There are nights where she'll wake up alone, and if she goes looking, she'll find Wriothesley, still in his sleep clothes and looking exhausted, down under their secret passage and staring at Neuvilette's seal over the sluice gate. Like he's keeping watch over it, or just daring it to try and do something.
Whenever she finds him like this, Sigewinne tells him to come on, come back to bed, and he'll keep his eye on it until the last possible second, but generally Wriothesley comes when called, and he'll let her lead him away. On his worse nights, he'll tell her to go back without him, he can't sleep anyway, he's going to stay down here for just a little while longer. He'll be back later. And she does occasionally go back to bed, but most of the time she stays, because she doesn't like the idea of him alone down there. Sigewinne will tuck herself into his side, or she'll get him to relax his guard just enough to lay with his head in her lap, and they'll stay there like that until Wriothesley finally decides he can bear to leave it alone and go back to bed with her.)
So with all that in mind, when she accidentally wakes him up, Sigewinne quickly gets her breathing back under control and pets his hair until he relaxes again. She tells him it's fine, everything is ok. Meropide is safe. Their home and everyone in it is safe. Go back to sleep. He needs his rest if he's going to go up to the overworld for supplies in the morning. She'll go sleep in the infirmary, she just had a nightmare, is all (the truth), it was nothing, she barely even remembers it anymore (a lie).
Sigewinne doesn't even make it out of bed, though, because when she tries to go, she finds her wrist suddenly caught. She turns back and Wriothesley is squinting up at her face, human night vision isn't nearly as good as a Mélusine's. They sit there like that for a moment, until she can see through the expression on his face that he's come to some sort of decision. Wriothesley pulls her back in and Sigewinne lets him, lets him rearrange them into something more comfortable. It's easy to give up when it's him, she didn't truly want to leave anyway. By the time he makes a satisfied little huff into her hair, Sigewinne is tucked under his chin, her face against his chest, one arm wrapped around her to keep her there. She pats his side and tells him ok, ok, she gets it. She won't go anywhere.
Wriothesley buries his face in her hair and sighs at that, something deeper and more content that hilariously reminds Sigewinne of a dog asleep on the floor. "Good." Wriothesley sounds like he's already half-asleep again. His arm still tightens around her waist though, just to make a point. "How could I sleep, when I know you're off somewhere crying alone?"
Sigewinne touches her cheek, and sure enough, it's wet? She has tear tracks. No wonder Wriothesley had been staring at her so hard. She hadn't even realized. And she opens her mouth to protest because she wasn't crying, some tears in her sleep doesn't count, but. Wriothesley is already asleep again, breathing slow and deep and even, and his arm is heavy and warm around her, and his sleep shirt is soft and comfortable against her face, not at all like the fur-collared coat in her dreams.
Sigewinne gives in again, curls into all that warmth and wraps herself up in it, until it lulls her back to sleep.
#sigewrio#wriosig#wriowinne#genshin impact wriothesley#genshin impact sigewinne#THEM.....#augh my heart#I love them so much rolling around kicking making girly noises on my bed#I love thinking about Rosie being protective of Meropide#he put so much work into this place#into these people#I have bigger longer thoughts for that which will maybe go into their own post later#but after his release because I wrote them in a dm one (1) whole day before reading project amber and oh my god#the leaks made it SO much funnier JFKLJASKLDFJ#just realized I called him Rosie in a tag so just for the record that's my nickname I usually use for Wriothesley#it will probably happen again#but anyway yes post-4.1 hurt/comfort#they're so so sweet and they go through it a little bit but they have each other for it <3#I hope this is enough of a starter anon I have more for later though#thank you so much it made me really happy to get this ask <3#genshin impact#genshin impact 4.1#wriothesley#sigewinne#ask#answer#anon
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@flameindream
Luna would have ignored and kept walking, but...But you don't see a creature like this every day. She finds herself paused, watching as this tall being dances in the stadium. She came here actually because it was empty. After all, it was quiet and it would have been a perfect place to try out the borrowed guitar as well.
...
She kind of feels wrong for just watching, but when he finishes, she adjusts the borrowed guitar and gives the quietest of claps. It would have been even worse if she were to just walk away. It would have been rude.
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The Dwarf's Apprentice
⚔️ For @dragetunge GOW Verse Hiccup ⚔️
"Absolutely fucking not."
Brok had sworn off anything to do with the Aesir after that damned incident with Thor. Fucking Mjolnir. If he'd had known what kind of havoc the God of Thunder intended to wreak with that thing - at Odin's behest no less - if he had known what it would have cost him, he would have chucked the very hunk of metal he'd just to forge the damn weapon into the deepest depths of Helheim itself.
He hid it well, though perhaps less so after his split with Sindri - but the guilt stayed with him. Knowing that he had helped forge such a weapon of destruction gnawed at him. And it very well might have eaten away at him completely had it not been for Laufey and the Leviathan Axe - the one weapon to match the hammer and potentially put an end to the drunken oaf's madness. It wasn't enough to make up for his hand in the slaughter. Seldom it was. But it was a start to putting an end to the madness and making things right.
And Brok had learned to live with that, hard as it was to swallow.
This on the other hand - this was not something he was willing to entertain. Not at first anyway. Of course, when it came to any sort of "request" made by Odin, it typically didn't come with much of a choice. And Brok had been fully willing to stake his life on standing his ground this time. At least, until the name Valka was mentioned. For as much as he despised the Aesir and their corrupted ways of doing things, he knew Valka was fair and just. A fine valkyrie whom he'd crafted a good many pieces of armor for with respect- though not so many weapons. She was a good woman, always trying to do the right thing. Where she was now, he did not know. But if for no other reason than to honor her, he agreed.
And he made that fact very clear.
"This ain't no favor for the All-Fucker or his General, y'hear? I'm doin' this in honor of Lady Valka. Make sure her little loin-sprout knows how to make himself a proper set of armor to keep himself safe, just the way she woulda wanted." The dwarf barked out gruffly, eyes fixed on the young boy before him. Without much more fanfare, he abruptly turned and began waddling into his workshop, waving at Hiccup to follow.
"Well, get a move on then! You got a lot to learn and I ain't holdin' your hand for it. The forge dies and you'll be the first one fixin' it up again."
#// i hope this works!#// i wanted to delve a bit more into the l.ore a bit for funsies#// lemme know if it's too much though and i'll tweak whatever details ya like#closed starter : now i escape to a world here with you#( cm : brok the dwarf )#mutual : all of my best friends#dragetunge#( v : god of war )
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@destinybcnds
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Word had gotten to him that the new arrival in Blueberry Academy was somewhat of a minor celebrity. An exchange student from Paldea, and knowing that Paldea only had one academy, Kieran already suspected a specific person who could potentially be that new arrival. Despite his deep hopes that it wasn't her.
He'd learned that they were currently in the cafeteria of the academy, apparently having let themself be talked into a 'date' by fucking Drayton. Of course he'd try to reach his grimey antennae out for whatever easy new pawn he could get.
The doors to the cafeteria violently swung open as she pushed them, but Kieran paid basically zero mind to wether or not he'd accidentily broken them or hurt someone. Instead those serpentlike eyes scanned the shocked crowd in the room for Drayton, certain that this newbie would be with him.
When he picked out that tuft of white hair, Kieran's approach was weighted with barely contained irritation.
"Where are they?" he barked at the dragon trainer, only to then realize who it was that was sitting beside the obnoxious other boy.
"... Kotone-?!"
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@kit-just-kit asked for a starter
“Motorboated to death? I can think of worse ways to go.” Spitting into the dust, Trevor rubs his gums with his fingers, simultaneously wishing he had some more coke. “What’s her name again?”
“Kit” Wade repeats for the third time.
“Kit, what kind of fucking name is Kit? Sounds like you buy her in a store and build her, like that movie, y’know, with the nerds, all science shit, they generate this beautiful chick, I mean she’s stunning Wade…” T does a couple of lewd illustrative thrusts. “…dick-stirring stunning, I mean I would have fucking wrecked that...”
Seeing a car pulling into the entrance of Sandy Shores trailer park, Trevor suddenly punches Wade roughly in the shoulder. “Well go on, fuck off.”
Watching as Wade hastily runs inside his Trailer, Trevor smooths over the rest of what’s left of his hair before giving his vest a quick sniff; acceptable; the girls down at the Vanilla Unicorn certainly don’t seem to mind. Adjusting the gun down the rear of his pants to a more comfortable angle; basically getting it out of his ass, T glances back up at the car.
“Hola, hello!” He shouts, waving erratically at the car, beckoning it over.
#Trevor Philips#Trevor Philips RP#Closed starter#kit just kit#((yep he's that guy XD))#((Hope this works for you))
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🌸｡*ﾟ+. Like/Comment on this post for a short starter 💙 specify any muse of mine as well as any muse of yours, if you’re a multimuse as well ✨
Will probably be just a few sentences long!
#🌸｡*ﾟ+. STARTER CALL#Warning… I am HEAVILY eying my Romeo muse LMFAO but you’re not obligated to request him (◡‿◡✿)#If it works then it works; If not then don’t gotta force it~ there’s other muses I haven’t been able to use yet#so take your pick and let’s have fun! If you had an idea or wanted to do something specifically#let me know!!! We can plot something or I can just wing it vaguely and we’ll go from there ✨#Hope everyone’s having a lovely night/day 💙
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@dcmur3 . plotted starter
Upon Valerie's arrival, Isaac immediately showed her around the house. After all, it was her house too, now. It was quite big and elegantly decorated, betraying a certain taste for the finer things in life. The tour finally led them to her room, which was at the end of a long corridor. He opened the door, inviting her inside. It looked like the rest of the house, with dark gray and modern furniture, quite sleek. Still, Isaac had added a few cozy elements for good measure, like a large rug and a warm blanket on the bed.
"I took the liberty of decorating, so it would feel more welcoming," he explained gently, "But you're free to change anything, this is your room now."
#hope this works!#&(valerie)#isaac (oh now you want to talk to god?)#closed starter#dcmur3#i also need to give them a tag!!!
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