#//thank you for the starter uvu

[mielmoto]

TUMBLR TEXT POST SENTENCE STARTERS | accepting

@allmighting said:

“All I want these days is to hike through a mossy forest filled with heavy fog and get lost for a while.”

"mmnnhmm. mood." an eloquent response; though the (much smaller) blonde is quick to follow up: "well 'hiking' maybe not so much, but the 'disappearing into the misty unknown' for a while bit is definitely relatable..."

"though, I'm also pretty sure that huge-hunky-guys like you wandering aimlessly around in a forest is how, like, urban legends get born. is a one-way ticket to unofficial cryptid status a 'pro' or a 'con' in your book?"

[solitariusdeluna]

is totally not old

[byanyan]

@laimlaiteu ✧ ∘ ˚ sc.

ㅤㅤ" hey— hey! that's mine. i've been trying to find a can of the new nano cola flavour for a week now, and i saw that shit first, hands off. "

[hardasstaichou]

virtuous-absolute​:

@hardasstaichou closed starter

“Muguruma-taicho.”

He hadn’t meant to be so bold or to hesitate after calling for the man’s attention, for that matter, it probably just made it seem worse. And yet, he was still waiting. More or less hoping the guy’s reaction was going to be a mild one.

But this was Kensei Muguruma. The gruffest man around this side of the tenth division.

He honestly didn’t want to bother him but there was a nagging question Shuhei couldn’t keep from rattling around in his brain, probably since the time Kensei had made his return. It wasn’t related to training or work though and the opportunity for idle chatter rarely seemed to come up.

    Kensei had been standing outdoors watching as some of the new recruits train with mashiro who was having a blast whipping them into shape. he hadn’t known where his other lieutenant was off doing. probably busy with something to do with the bulletin since the kid seemed to be more focused on that. when the grey-haired man returned he could see that the young man had been way overwhelmed with the responsibility that had been shoved on him by that traitor tousen defecting. tch. ass. he put a knife in his back literally and then turned around and then just abandoned this kid to his division. good he died that pathetic death. he deserved it. 

once he’d heard that call, the muscular captain turned around to face his lieutenant. his eyes falling on his tattoo that was on the other’s face. that was still taking some getting used to. but then he went all silent on him. this kid. why was he like this?

 ‘ what is it, lieutenant? cat caught your tongue??! ‘

[bvrriers]

✨ I haven't gotten to interact with Ito very much (yet), but I enjoy seeing him on my dashboard! It's always fun to me to see what scenarios begets a more moody, teenage boy vs. a more impish, boyish nature about him. Keep it up! I would love to see more of him and how he grows and changes <3

old positivity meme

ooc. Thank you, Vi! I would love to interact more on any of your blogs! I'm just terrible at putting out starter calls and liking other people's. And I'm really glad that you like to watch him switch between being a moody boi and an absolute gremlin lol! He'll be a menace upon the isles once he gets all of his powers back.

He's certainly going to change but will it be for the better? Only time will tell uvu

[galaxofmuses]

❝ You suck… at aging !  Can you at least try to look older ? Happy birthday, anyway ! ❞ From Rai to Hunter, because this hedgehog deserves b-day wishes too uvu

🍎  ｡:*• ─ FUNNY BIRTHDAY SENTENCE STARTERS.    ›    ( a compilation of funny quotes taken from various birthday cards.  feel free to adjust them to better fit your muses !  ) // Always Accepting cuz it's Sonic's Birthday!

"Wait....How......Ugh let me guess...the old bag teased about my damn birthday." With a frustrated sigh and still frowning at the human child in return.

"No one really.....said Happy Birthday to me....I don't even look like my age at this point. Well......." He barely whispers the response but it is clear enough for Rai to hear it.

"Th-Thanks."

[gallant-gained]

Phe and sieg, the kiss one uvu

Weather Sentence Starters!

[ KISS ]― muse a initiates a kiss with muse b in the rain

"What are you doing?" Siegbert laughed, motioning for Ophelia to follow him underneath a nearby bridge. The rain had quickly picked up, and if he stayed out too long, it would surely rust his armor. Ophelia seemed reluctant, though, something about sky spirits? He could barely hear her over the thunder. "Ophelia, hurry! You'll go deaf out there, you little fool!"

When she finally joined him, he'd already removed the steel plates and placed them aside. "You're soaking, my love," he observed. "Come closer."

Gently, he dried her hair and face with his cape, then leaned down to kiss her lips. Despite his efforts, her mouth was still sweet with the rain. Mentally, he thanked the storm for arriving when it did; it gave him a little more time with her.

[despairforme]

It was evening, and people crossed the street to take the sidewalk opposite Nnoitra. Even guys did it, not just women. Pussy ass bitches. He was always threatening, of course, but maybe especially when it was dark, and what people called "spooky season" was approaching. Horror movies and true-crime were on people's watch-list at the moment, making them especially paranoid. And yeah - Nnoitra did look like he'd walked straight out of a horror show.

Actually, he was in a good mood. He had a meeting this evening. Not that he enjoyed meetings, but hey, it might lead to a new contract. He had none at-the-moment. It was kinda the problem of being a freelancer. If he'd been organized, he would've been fed with more regular customers. Too bad he hadn't found anyone who was willing to cooperate with him. And he wasn't even that hard to work with! Jeez!

The bar was exactly the sort of place where you'd imagine a meeting like this would take place. Dim lit. The furniture old-looking but still polished and new. Fancy shit, you know? The customers weren't loud drunks or happy-go-lucky frat-boys. The drinks were expensive and the bartender would know every drink under the sun. It was still a little early for the place to be filling up, so there weren't many other customers there. Nnoitra scanned the room. By the bar desk sat a guy. A pretty-boy, Nnoitra would call him. He had a see-through drink in his hand. Nnoitra made his way over to him, waiting to see if the other recognized him. He would've been given a description, and there was no way to mistake Nnoitra for someone else. 7 feet. Long, black hair. The eye-patch. Nobody looked like that.

His uncle expected him to take on the mantle, head of the Shigino family and thus the company. He liked to give him assignments from time to time to dip him slowly into the waters. They served two uses: getting him exposed, testing out his ability, and a third secret one (he couldn’t be bothered to do it himself).

This was one of those fun little tasks. Networking.

He was supposed to make a connection with a name named: Nnoitra. He was apparently a fouled mouth name with a terrible attitude but could be a key associate, an asset, to have around. Kisumi supposedly was to meet with him and give him a spiel to entice the man. One thing they had going for them was currency. They had plenty of money but in the bank and through the properties they managed. Solid state and liquid fund.

Of course it was always nice to know your rent could be paid.

Kisumi sat at a back table in a dimly lit bar. It was a bit lively which was good. All the background noise to mute out their discussion. He waited for this Nnoitra, based on his description he would easily be pointed out from the crowd. While he waited Kisumi ordered himself a martini, well deserved. The mafia wife who was his top client was pissed at her husband and made him scrap all the plans for their new home he had been in charge of. Kisumi would be up all night changing everything over with the designers and the contractors to get things on track again.

@despairforme

[tvrningout-archived]

AHHH i have ideas and muse for the last two starters and a reply but i need to be responsible and get ready for bed!! bc i open the store and work by myself for a lil while before anyone else comes in!! but i feel so excited to bug y’all again :’ )))

i’m gonna be seeing some pals tomorrow, so i’m likely to not be around except perhaps to lurk a lil, but y’all will be seeing me friday evening B))) till then, take care of yourselves, stay safe, and have very lovely nights/days <3

[villxinoux]

starter for @yourdeceit

     if you asked nemo how long he had been standing there, he probably couldn’t give you an answer. the man who usually had to keep a strict schedule of the night’s hours would often lose himself at the strangest of beautiful inconvienences. this time he had walked in on an art exibition, looking for the possibility to invest in art for his own home. he didn’t think he’d find anything extraordinary in a gallery for photography, since fine art made of oil paint or carved of marble was more of his usual taste; but he was wrong.     he stood in front of a photograph of the sun raising. the crispness of the picture, how the first rays of light cast orange beams onto the foreground bewitched him. it reminded him of a warm feeling that he had once felt, but it felt so distant he might as well have dreamed it or read about it somewhere.     it wasn’t until he felt eyes at his neck that he realized he had blocked the view for another visitor. he turned his head around over his shoulder & pierced through the stranger with icy blue eyes. at first he forgot his manners, but once he caught himself in a blank stare, he managed to form a gentle smile.     “ ah, sorry. “ he excused himself. in his hand he held a glass of liquor that he had been offered at the entrance, & he put it up to his lips, but only seemed to inhale the scent rather than sip out of it. “ i didn’t realize i was blocking the view... but it’s just remarkable, isn’t it? the picture moves me somehow... “ he hummed while taking a graceful step to the side. “ it impresses me how someone can be talented--- or perhaps just lucky--- enough to capture a perfect moment like this on film. “ 

[asclepiusangel]

A brow quirks as Angela looks up from her tablet at the tell-tale sound of spurs. There's only one man she knows who would wear them. Blue eyes shift up from her work to the man himself, and a slight smile covers her features.

"Herr McCree," She begins, shutting off the tablet and setting it aside. "It's been awhile."

@peacekeeperploy

[despairforme]

He was putting some real fucking effort into this shit. It was summer, which meant he had more energy than he usually did. That was the best time to look for a relationship. He'd be showing himself from his --- well --- least worst? Side. Yeah. He had no expectations. Why would anyone wanna date him? He had NO trouble finding people to sleep with. It was easiest for him to pick up guys, so in that department he could even be a little bit more picky, and choose the guys he found the most attractive. It wasn't as easy to pick up girls. They usually weren't in it only for sex. Most guys just wanted to try sleeping with a guy Nnoitra's size ( and no, not just his height )--- Women were more difficult. He needed to chat with them for far longer to get them out on a date, and Nnoitra was the worst when it came to small-talk ( and even worse if he had to text it ). He hadn't had that many dates with women, in the end. He'd never dated a chick, and he was beginning to understand why.

He was swiping tinder. He didn't swipe right on everyone, like he knew some guys did. He wasn't going to date an ugly woman. Pretty rich, coming from him, who didn't have much to show for in the looks-department.

He didn't necessarily reject women who were more on the chubby side. As long as they weren't straight-out fat. He'd prefer for her not to weigh more than him. It was too bad you only got a picture, and not a voice sample. A woman's voice was one of the most important things for Nnoitra. Or, rather, certain types of voices were an instant turn-off.

Left. Left. Left. Left. Definitely left.

He kept swiping.

Wait --- Wasn't that Agatha?

Yeah, that was her alright. He had no idea she was on tinder. He was holding his thumb over the screen, hesitating on which way he should swipe. She was incredibly nice. Not just your average "nice". She'd made him a whole-ass cook-book, just for him. It was the only reason why he'd been able to learn how to cook some basic things. She'd helped him decorate his apartment and made it "cozy". He always had a good time hanging out with her. She always - ALWAYS spoke kindly to him, without being condescending. She was girlfriend material. But they were friends. If she'd wanted anything other than friendship with him, then surely she would've given him some sorta... Sign. She had never flirted with him. He was, without a doubt, friendzoned. Had he thought about fucking her? OF COURSE. Nnoitra had thought about fucking all of his female friends ( and acquaintances ). That was just what a guy did.

He swiped right.

Fuck it. If she was horrified and disgusted by it, he could just laugh it off as an accident. Tell her he was just swiping aimlessly.

He took a chug from his beer bottle. It was early to be drinking, and it was still hours until he had to go to work. He should head out soon, actually. He'd been lazing on the couch for long enough. He was thinking of going to the beach again. He actually preferred to meet potential dates in real life, rather than online ( because he sucked at texting ).

His phone buzzed. A tinder message. He put his beer down, arching his brow slightly.

It was from Agatha.

She didn't seem... Disgusted at least. Like she said, she was surprised. He figured she was way too polite and timid to tell him straight out "sorry I'm not interested in you", so there was a good chance she was just trying to let him down gently here. He breathed out. DAMN he fucking hated mind-games. How should he reply anyway? Mah, he wasn't a coward, so he'd let his intentions be known.

to - agatha - 「 i'm up 4 a date」

to - agatha - 「 if u game」

Now, if she said "I just wanna be friends", he could still text her "I meant a friend date of course". Or whatever. He didn't want to fuck up their friendship over this. No harm done though. What COULD do harm was if they actually DID go on a romantic date, and it went horribly. He hadn't thought about that yet ( because he didn't think he'd get that far ).

@despairforme

a sigh leaves the faerie's lips as she hangs up her keys and jacket by the door, moving to the living room to toss her phone onto the couch. she kicks off her shoes and rubs her face after plopping down onto the couch. after a slew of unsuccessful dates, the temptation to just delete tinder off of her phone is ever-growing. is it just her? or the people that have swiped right on her profile? agatha isn't sure. she just knows they all sucked tremendously and that putting herself out there in this way has wasted her time. she probably has better luck simply bumping into someone that would actually want to date her.

agatha gets back up and grabs a peach soda from the fridge, uncapping and beginning to drink it as she gets something else to eat. from the kitchen, she hears a notification pop up on her phone from tinder. someone swiped right on her. she thinks to ignore it and delete the app together and put it out of her mind forever, but something tells her not to. agatha's gaze drifts toward her phone and she moves toward it, setting her drink and snack on the coffee table and reaches out for her phone. she moves past the lockscreen and opens the app and stares in surprise. of all the people to swipe right on her profile, she never expected to see her best friend, nnoitra. was this... is it a joke? not that she wouldn't take a date with him seriously, agatha just assumed... well, they're friends. she didn't think he'd have an interest other than platonic. she didn't even know he was on tinder, but she supposes it makes sense with the flings he has.

her finger hovers over the screen, hesitating before swiping right on his profile, opening up the chat.

> nnoitra? i didn't expect to see you swiping on my profile 😅 > not that it bothers me! of course not, i'm just surprised!! > are you really interested in a date or... i don't know, is this just a joke? > silly, if you wanted to say hi, you could've just texted or called me! 😊

[twxlightbeforedawn]

*~

[failedbeliever]

mmm sleepy.

[howthesleeplesswander]

From his seat at the bar, Kaeya seemed to be ignoring the boisterous patrons of Angel's Share. He was halfway through a fruity, summertime cocktail (which, at his request, had been made with over twice the standard amount of alcohol). And though he appeared to be lost in his liquor—swirling the rich sunset color, savoring each sip—he absorbed every conversation, every interaction across the room. Kaeya wasn't really alone for how he listened and watched everyone else present.

Few places teemed with more possibility than a crowded tavern. Evenings spent at the Angel's Share always brought entertainment of some sort. Just as that thought crossed his mind, the door swung open—and an unfamiliar face seated himself a few spaces down the bar.

Ah, you see? How intriguing.

Kaeya barely had the chance to consider how to introduce himself before the newcomer took that initiative. Careful not to be caught in a fleeting glance, the Cavalry Captain feigned oblivion until he felt a nudge at his arm, only then turning his full attention on the stranger.

A friendly smile first met his question. "It's rather difficult to choose, isn't it?" He canted his head in thought. "That largely depends on how strong you like your poison. Most newcomers to the city tend to stick to the classic Dandelion Wine. It's mild and is the Angel's Share's specialty. Although, if you're not a fan of wine, this—" A gentle shake of his glass made the ice cubes within clink musically, "—has been treating me rather well."

» come here often, @howthesleeplesswander?

"Apple Cider, or Wolfhook Juice...?"

Picking his poison for the night shouldn't be so hard, and yet here the captain sits at the bar, doing little more than mumbling those deliberations to himself. He's lucky he found this cozy tavern, and luckier still to chance upon the rumors about their drinks; that is, after all, what led him here to Angel's Share in the first place. Regardless of all his initial excitement, he's quite frankly stumped by the choices on the menu. It only serves as a reminder that Mondstandt's like a world of its own...

Curious, too, of the people in it, he can't keep his eye from wandering. He soon enough takes interest in the man sat just a few seats down to his left — alone, but with a tasty looking drink in his hand. Suddenly, he's got an idea. Situating himself closer to the fellow patron, he meets the stranger's arm with a friendly nudge of his elbow.

"Hey, hey ~ Whaddya recommend for a guy lookin' for a good pick-me-up?"

[uchihaheir]

{ @foxkage }

They haven’t spoken since the mission gone wrong, and it’s partly because Sasuke’s been far too bitter to look the blond’s way. Although it can’t be avoided now, not when they’ve both been summoned to Kakashi’s office to discuss the mission report and how both of them seemed to fail miserably, Sasuke due to losing his target and Naruto due to having a bit of trouble after his running off. By the time Kakashi has to excuse himself, Sasuke crosses his arms, leaning back in his seat when left alone in the silence with the blond.

“Was being upset with me really worth jeopardizing the mission?” He grumbles, eyes still on the wall in front of him rather than on Naruto next to him.