#; Starter || Open 🃏

[hittaceland]

essa cena conta com เอซ & MUSE na pista de patinação !

Que Ace se tornava uma criança ao ver a neve não era uma surpresa, porque seu país não tinha isso e ele vivia um natal com calor, de forma mais amena, mas ainda era quente. Então ver tudo branco e gelado era tão bom, uma coisa nova e que o fazia tirar fotos e mandar para seus irmãos apenas para se achar, pois eles estavam no calor e ele não; mas tudo pareceu melhor quando seus guardas comentaram sobre o lago congelado, que se tornou uma pista de patinação, coisa que o príncipe adorava, mas, infelizmente, raramente podia fazer sem viajar para um país que fosse gelado. — Isso não é demais? Neve não é a coisa mais incrível do mundo? — Perguntou para muse enquanto colocava os patins, se esforçando para dar um nó forte para que não caísse. — Está pronto, muse? Vamos nos divertir!

[acourtcfmuses]

"I really hate to say it. Okay, well that's a lie, but honestly... that is the worst idea I've ever heard and I've came up with some terrible ideas that have landed us in huge messes." Granted, he always got it to work out in the end, but that wasn't the point. it was a strange feeling being the voice of reason, he never usually got to play that part given he was definitely the more easygoing one out of his friends.

[j0hker]

i'm still working on a proper promo but till then, smash the heart button for a starter from your one and only joke(r)

[mcgilou]

" YOUR local, lovable witch magilou here for the duty of receiving your love and adoration! please don't hesitate to line up! bestow your gifts of appreciation upon me! "

[fantomuhato]

Tags 🃏

[fractured-elysium]

"Elisya has always been the odd one out. Even when working with her siblings, it seems like she prefers to operate from the sidelines, assisting Scar and Phrolova in pulling the strings from behind the scenes. Don't be deceived by her shy acting, though; this doesn't make her any less dangerous."

— Unindentified Fractsidus affiliate

— Rules

Suggestive asks are fine, full on NSFW is not. Mod is an adult, so is the OC.

This blog is ship-friendly and multi-ship! Feel free to hmu with questions or starters that lean on that territory. I should be fine with it as long as it's nothing gross or illegal.

Anons are cool!

Random starters are cool!

Throwing/tagging me into on-going threads is also cool!

OC interactions are more than welcome!

Dms are always open, as is the inbox unless mod states otherwise, however, I ask that you ask before DMing me.

No bigoted behavior, just have some sense and we should be cool.

Both mod and OC use She/Her pronouns

— Tagging

#We may be at odds 🥀 — for interactions with WuWa blogs that are not from the fractsidus, OCs or not

#Friendly fire ♦️ — for interactions with WuWa blogs that are from the fractsidus, OCs or not

#Overseers ♠️ — for interactions with Scar and Phrolova specifically

#Get it over with? 🌹 — for ask answers

#We shall see ✒️ — RP memes

#Mod post — for... Well, OOC posts

#Death card 🃏 — Will be used for posts regarding Elysia facts/backstory

#promo — For promoting other blogs

(More will be added if needed!)

[thatsgoodtelevision]

❣️🃏 planned au starter for @gamblins

A few hours of sleep was a luxury.

Red eyes fell open, squinting as they attempted to make out the shapes around them. Clawed fingers reached up to hold his head, a migraine pounding away against his skull. Nothing less than withdrawal, it could easily be fixed with some goodies kept nearby, though it would have to wait until he was out of bed. Getting up proved to be difficult now that he’d finally gotten some rest.

Valentino pushed himself up from where he lay despite his wishes, fingers running carefully over the fluffy body beside him as he did. It wasn’t hard to find the cigarettes laying on the nightstand, and within minutes of waking up they found their way to parched lips. With a deep inhale, out came a gust of lingering smoke; though it was only adding to whatever was leftover from before. A hazy film covered his bedroom, leaving everything a fuzzy shade of pink and red.

“Time to wake up, sleepy head.” Val practically purred with a groggy undertone from the sleep that begged him to come back, a free hand from his bottom set of arms reaching over to the sleeping feline. At first Valentino would shake him gently before shoving him a little more harshly. “There’s no time for rest, my dear, we have so much more to do today.”

He smoked another drag of his cigarette, stretching out his legs beneath the covers with a content moan. When he exhaled, smoke found it’s way around Husk’s face, hearts shaping around him before disappearing into the air. “Let’s make sure we have a wonderful start to his morning, okay, Husky? We have better things to do than take cat naps, as much as I’d just love to stay in bed with you.” Valentino chuckled at his own joke, turning his gaze to Husk expectantly. Poor thing never got a chance to sleep with this creep.

[fablesuntold]

🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏

Open starter: 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆~🥀

Arkham Asylum. Home to some of the most notorious and mentally unstable individuals Gotham had to offer; a institution designed to rehabilitate and cure even the sickest of minds using methods that ranged from shock therapy, sessions with only the best psychologists, and various medicines; all of which Joker had been subjected to— the latter having to be forced down his throat when attempts to get him to take the medicine himself were manically laughed at and met with threats of bloodshed.

Did they really think they could fix him? Oh how naive the human mind could really be. Perhaps it was them who were the crazy ones. Not even the Batman was smart enough to understand that there was only one way to stop him; Death.

Batman.. the root of his problems. The reason he’d landed himself in Arkham Asylum to begin with. An itch that just couldn’t be scratched; an irritating fly that needed to be swatted. But Joker didn’t hate him. No no no, of course not. As a matter of fact, they needed each other to thrive as much as Batman called him delusional for believing so. Denial at its finest. After all; good needed evil. Yin needed Yang and so on.

Thoughts that were quickly derailed like a runaway train with the sound of his cell door groaning open.

Ah, that’s right.. he was due a visitor today; a new Doctor to replace his most recent one who was currently fighting for their life in hospital after one of the guards had forgotten to tighten the straps of his straitjacket, allowing him to lash out in a untameable rage. Joker would argue that was no fault of his own. If they didn’t want him hurting people then they should have taken extra precaution, shouldn’t they~?

A sinister grin tugged at the corners of crimson stained lips at the thought, fists clenching in the constricted space of the jacket he’d been compelled to wear. “..Are you here to rid me of my ills, Doctor~?” And finally he spoke, though made no real move to actually greet said visitor yet. Instead he remained situated in the corner of the room, body slowly rocking back and forward as violent tremors of maniacal chuckles threatened to rip from his throat.

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[vievecorcityrp]

HONESTY HOURS!

Players who wish to take part should reblog this post to let others know that they will be accepting emojis in their ask boxes! 😊

Send "💭" for my muse's honest opinion on yours.

Send 💬 to share your muse's opinion on mine and see their reaction.

CHARACTER STUDY

Send a symbol for a drabble/short piece of writing about my muse's ...

💀 Bad memories.

🙏🏻 Beliefs (Religion/people/ideals).

🧢 Childhood.

❤ Love. 

👥 And your muse's relationship. 

👻 Loss they suffered. 

🤫 Secret.

😦 Regret. 

🎄 Celebration (Thanksgiving, Christmas, fictional holidays, birthday...)

🎁 Favorite gift. 

🎈 Thing they are most thankful for.

⭐ Best memory.

🎨 Hobby/passion. 

👪 Family.

🃏 Sender requests a subject. 

Players are free to use these prompts to plot out potential threads with other players and/or turn them into open or closed starters if the inspiration strikes.

taken from @rp-meme-sauce

[bri-does-rp]

Somewhat shortened version of my pinned rp post, go there for the full thing ✨🃏

Hi! I am looking to write Gambit/Remy LeBeau. Favorite pairing is RogueGambit but I’m open for considering others (canon x canon or canon x oc, any gender). 18+ only (I am 20, 21 in a couple weeks)

My characterization for him is still developing, but currently my primary reference is the original animated series/some of ‘97 (I know spoilers, just haven’t watched enough of it yet to plot) as well as some comics (and nearly always reading more).

Comfort with writing NSFW/dark topics is necessary. Pretty kink-friendly and taboo/dark theme friendly. Open to many AUs (including and loving omegaverse if that suits your fancy). An important thing to know is I prefer writing him heavily submissive, but versatile (top leaning, but very flexible with that).

I write semi lit to lit, third person. I prefer minimum one full paragraph for responses. Although my starters tend to go over the discord character limit. But replies can fluctuate

I write in discord only

Hoping for long term, but patience is needed because I’m a full-time student, disabled/chronically ill, and going through a move right now lol however, I am very fixated on this character so responses are likely to be more frequent or even constant for right now

[sprnkles]

@soulsuckrrs sent in ' 🃏 ' for a tarot themed starter.

the emperor - a study in father figures, being in control, and stern patriarchs.

all it takes is a single text message. a carelessly strung web of words propelled through cyberspace, showing up glaringly to ruin her day. such occasions are rare, as he wasn't exactly a model father figure. keeping in contact with his many children wasn't his priority, and sabrina found it unnecessary to shoulder the responsibility of all the elbow grease it took.

she barely read it before the blood in her body boiled. in one swift movement she shuts her phone down and slides it into her pocket. the coworker she was collaborating with today arches a brow, sensing the violent shift in energy. "early lunch break." sabrina explains over her shoulder.

it takes fives minutes into driving for her to realize tears have rolled their way down her cheeks. she can't help but laugh as she wipes them away, for it's a small sign she's not like her father. she can still feel. she closes her eyes for a beat.

and that's when her car hits something. her eyes flash open, confused, a cold drop of fear in her stomach when she considers that maybe he felt her rage and decided to pay her a visit. but it's only another car, and a seemingly normal person that exits the driver's side.

"fuck." she mumbles, closing her eyes briefly in an effort to mentally prepare for whatever interaction that was about to ensue.

[tsukuharuko]

[ src. ] for hanameme! :3

send me  ‘🃏 !’  and i’ll write you a starter using a tarot card as the inspiration ! -- Open and accepting

UPRIGHT: Opportunities, choices, wishful thinking, illusion. REVERSED: Alignment, personal values, overwhelmed by choices.

"Hmmmm... This is tough."

She shouldn't have been surprised though -- with so many options, it was easy to be overwhelmed by choices. It just so happened that Haruko had heard about this nice new bubble tea shop where they prepared the prettiest -- and tastiest -- drinks, and while by seeing it on her phone screen it seemed a lot of fun to try, now that she stood there in front of the large menu hung on the wall, she couldn't pick anything. From the tea to the bubbles and jellies, there was just too much to choose from.

She had dragged Hanamiya in her random quest just because he had been unlucky enough to cross paths with her on her way there. Now, standing beside her much taller friend, Haruko pouted at the menu with a confused expression on her face.

"I mean... The brown sugar one is always nice, but it's such a classic, one would find it anywhere," she mused. "The banana bread matcha, on the other hand, it sounds interesting... But what if it tastes too weird??"

She turned to give Hanamiya a lost look.

"I don't know what to choose," she groaned. "What do you think??"

[jedibarsenthor]

SEND ME  ‘🃏 !’  AND I’LL WRITE YOU A STARTER USING A TAROT CARD AS THE INSPIRATION !

can either be pulled from a physical deck, or be randomised using a WEBSITE. the reading of the card can be as literal or as interpretative as the mun chooses.

@valorums sent:🃏 !

YOU RECIEVED: ACE OF WANDS

MEANING: inspiration, creative spark, new initiative, new passion, enthusiasm, energy

Jedi Master Drakic Tydlr, the Barsen'thor of the Order, rests comfortably in his bed. Having purged the threat of the Children of the Emperor from the galaxy, and having freed Master Syo Bakarn from the First Son, he deserves just a bit of rest before he starts teaching his apprentice, Padawan Nadia Grell, the ways of the Force.

Throughout his career with the Jedi, the Force had an undercurrent of drawing him to something, and he was unsure of just what he was being drawn to. The pull was immense, enough to have Master Yuon Par, the Master who oversaw the final parts of his ranking up within the order from Padawan, change her curriculum and believe, solely, in the unorthodox notion of the Force guiding his training.

In slumber, he gently rolls onto his stomach and grabs his pillow tightly, soft snores leaving his agape mouth. The consular's typical sideswept hair is messy, sticking out at odd angles from the valence electrons and static electricity buildup of his slightly silken sheets. The dark locks are as curly as they are brown, and they brush against the back of his neck and the hair curls just right under his ears. A beard and mustache, finely groomed, graces his features and gives the young man an air of authority and refinement.

Instead of changing into his sleepwear, the Jedi had collapsed on his bed in pure exhaustion. His black and blue robes were tangled around him, the skirt keeping him warm as much as it trapped him face down on his bed. At his hip lies the regally crafted lightsaber that featured his darkened blue crystal and golden embellishments around the hilt. As curly and curving as his presence in the Force was, the lightsaber, too, was attached onto his form as he slept. Dangerous, of course, with his fitful turning in his sleep. Surely, when he wakes, he will admonish himself for falling asleep like this, or maybe Qyzen or someone else in his Alderaan stronghold will tell him of the dangers of sleeping with one's lightsaber.

But that, of course, is before eyes the color of amber suddenly spring open to see an opulent stage. Drakic's senses slowly start to come in, one by one: sight being the first to come (oh, how beautiful, how wonderful, so much like the stages he toured on Nar Shaddaa or other planets favored by the Hutts), then sound (a voice, one that makes a fire spark within him, for its sheer talent and exquisiteness is so treasured to his ears), touch (a weight of his feet to the hard floor, as if he is not dreaming and is somewhere & as if he has just moved from one place to another. The Force humming, it's so loud, oh, kriff, the Force is - here and present and surrounds her), taste (the bitterness strikes his tongue as he realizes, with a start, that he stands behind a woman on the stage, the one the Force surrounds, and she is the source of the lovely sound, and he quickly ducks behind the nearest grey curtain) and finally, smell (by the stars, did he catch a whiff of her perfume?). The Jedi swallows down confusion and gets his bearings, patting himself down as he makes sure he has his lightsaber and other tool kits. Unaware how far into the future the Jedi of the Old Republic is, he simply stands & waits, a songbird listening to another songbird.

[miswaken]

@slidethirtysix asked: 🃏! tarot starters || accepting son of cups | artistic, introspective | like all of the cups family, the son truly excels within the arts. he's usually a musician or a visual artist of some kind, and he finds success within his field. his natural tendency to look inward adds to his charm and mystique. to others he may seem secretive and even peaceful, while deep inside he carries a dark kernel of intensity

Maybe Alice should've gone into filmmaking from the start.

Still images have long been her preferred medium, but she can't deny the power of frame after frame running their seamless course. If one singular picture is worth a thousand words, then what is a film worth? Millions?

It started with Sunrise. Her first attempt at putting a film together for anything more than personal curiosity -- and it had sparked something, though she hadn't known it at the time. Looking back from this side brings dizzying clarity to so many things. That had been an Overlap, back in Arizona. Not as strong and constant as the one that disrupted the apartment or what Cauldron Lake is capable of manifesting, no, but an Overlap nonetheless. A place and time where one reality thinned and let other realities shine through, thanks in no small part to her work.

She continued dabbling with the medium after that. Small projects, some of which made their way into her final exhibit alongside countless photographs and her video diaries. Others she kept to herself as reflective pieces, and others still had shown at festivals like the one in Arizona. It never usurped photography as her medium of choice, but served to convey ideas that were too big for black and white prints. And while her long-lost camera now recovered has become an anchoring lifeline here in the dark, for this she'd borrowed a different model.

Her mind is on the Oceanview Motel and Casino as she makes her way down to the hotel lobby. Alice remembers the look of it from her single trip inside. Three clicks of the light switch cord. The worn red carpet and dated wood paneling. The pleather furniture and travel posters and the bell on the counter.

The spiral door.

She sets the metal cannister down on the front desk, a reel of 8mm film housed safely within its tarnished silver finish. There's a note attached to it. PLAY ME -- and a neatly scrawled spiral. Admittedly, she has no idea if this is going to work. The only pieces of evidence in her favor are her own memories and knowledge of the Motel and its workings, and Zane's vague ramblings about doorways in televisions -- and the feds. Something about a redheaded woman with a badge peering through a keyhole before he sauntered into a stanza, gesturing broadly without spilling a drop of his drink. But the reference had caught Alice, snagged in her mind like a burr.

Faden.

It had to be Director Faden.

Similarly shadowed is her understanding of how the the different facets of the Oceanview work. The Motel and the Hotel and who knows what else, overlapped on each other like blueprints drawn on gauze. The spiral door. Room 665. Jesse saw Alan in there, talking to someone else. Someone who looked like him. Zane. And if Zane's camera, Zane's films, can open the door to his room -- why shouldn't it work for her? A key doesn't care who's holding it, that's what she tells herself as her hand hovers above the glinting gold bell sitting on the reception desk. Hesitation, just a moment of it. Alice closes her eyes and pictures the Motel again. The warm orange light filtering through the front windows, the cold blue light bathing the door-lined halls.

The bell chimes beneath her fingers with a sharp metallic note that resonates in the empty air. Shadows stir, lumbering towards her. Searching. Wanting. Haunting. "Wake." Alice turns on her heel and hurries back to the elevator, only exhaling when the doors slide closed and the floor lurches beneath her.

Room 665. Neighbor of the beast, Zane said and smiled with too many teeth. He's out, now -- Alice doesn't know where he is when he isn't here. Imagining him swaggering down streets swamped with Taken isn't something she finds herself capable of. He'd been all too happy to leave the space to Alice and her project, though she hadn't told him the nature of it beyond collaborating up the spiral. She doesn't think he'd appreciate her subject if he found out.

Alice drops down onto the couch and waits. If nothing else, the years have granted her the gift of patience.

[twistedtavern]

Writing event open!

Mix and Match Mayhem :D

So, how it works is you select a number, select an emoji, select a character (can be canon or one of my aus), and send it in an ask! Same base rules apply, no smut, no character x character, and no staff simping

Numbers / Prompt starters

What if ___ gave you ___?

What if you gave ___ ___?

What is ___ with ___ like?

If you asked for ___ to give you ___, would he do it?

If ___ asked you for ___, would you give it to him?

What would ___ do for ___?

What makes ___ go ___?

What does ___ do during ___?

What would ___ do if you were ___?

What would you do if ___ was ___?

Emojis / Prompt additions

❤️ Affection

🥺 Trust

💀 Your life (could be in a dying context or staying with them forever context)

💋 Kisses

💌 A love letter

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 Hugs/Snuggles

🙇‍♀️ An apology

💍 Marriage/Wedding

🃏 Playing tricks on him

🧸 A gift

🌟 Free space! Use the prompts however you like!

Characters

They can be from canon or any of the aus I write including the self aware au, shining wonderland, reverse au, and any of my Neige aus. I am kind of picky about who I choose to write about though. Can be romantic (as long as they aren't staff or Lilia), crushes, platonic, enemies, anything! Again, I will not hesitate to write horror, yandere, fluff, hurt/comfort, pretty much anything that doesn't involve smut. Characters getting brutally and graphically mangled beyond recognition and going insane onscreen? A okay. The diddle? Nah

[tartagilicious]

✧･ﾟ: #general-info 💌

→ my name is grace, aka your local childe writer, and i’m comfortable with being called any variation of that! see my carrd for more info about me! here, you can also find my ao3.

-> my discord server <3

→ i write for whatever i’m interested in at the moment! for genshin impact, i will write for anyone above age, and for tears of themis, i will write for all four leads. but, the things i write for are not limited to these, though! some temporary things at the moment include jujutsu kaisen and resident evil. if you’re not sure if i’ll take something, shoot me an ask, you might be surprised <3

-> some of my favourite fictional men include childe (genshin impact), myulmang (doom at your service), mo yi (tears of themis), gojo (jujutsu kaisen), leon kennedy (resident evil)

✧･ﾟ: #notable-tags 🏷️

#asks - #shut-up-grace - #grace-recs - #prompts/starters

✧･ﾟ: #masterlist-collection 🍇

→ mr love queen’s choice works (includes translations)

→ genshin impact works

→ tears of themis works

-> misc masterlists (currently contains arcane and jujutsu kaisen)

*recently, i've decided to completely remove the masterlist links for dangerous fellows and all of the ikemen games! these posts can still be found on my blog, but are less easily accessible simply because i'd like to move on from them <3

✧･ﾟ: #inbox-status 💭

my asks and requests are always open! because i’m a 19 year old college student, i don’t post at regular intervals nor can i promise that every request will see the light. but, i try to do all that i can find the inspiration for! i write with a female reader in mind — but when requesting, you are more than welcome to add on a pronoun for me to use during that specific work.

a few general rules i follow are no extremely sensitive topics or smut w/o plot requests <3

✧･ﾟ: #currently-playing 🃏

- tears of themis (global, scn used to be my main but i got locked out of my acc rip. trying to rebuild myself ^^ vyn and marius stan!!)

- genshin impact (na, ar59. yae, yelan + childe main)

- video games (re2, re3, re4, re7 + re8, valorant, dead by daylight)

- six of crows duology, once upon a broken heart, fourth wing

- snowdrop, while you were sleeping, doom at your service, tomorrow, alchemy of souls

✧･ﾟ: #other-sites 🗞️

-> twitter, tumblr, tiktok, discord, etc: sunsiac

-> valorant: chicken sandwich#plaga