#[ 🌙 ] ; open starters

[the-haunted-office]

Being the most popular room in the entire Office, the fourth floor employee lounge triples as a lounge, a kitchen, and a guest entertainment area. It boasts not only a fully-stocked kitchen with a plethora of up-to-date appliances, but also a large flat screen television and cabinets packed with DVDs and various gaming systems and their accompanying games. The Office residents love hanging out in there and bringing their guests into there to entertain as well.

Currently the floor is littered with what appear to be pancakes. Pancakes of all shapes and sizes, none of them particularly round, but all of them exactly not on a plate, ready to be eaten.

A few, one can't help but notice, have somehow managed to even find their way onto the ceiling, where they are impressively stuck there and don't appear to be ready to come down in a hurry.

Doomsday is at the stove, a pancake in a pan, the pan in her hands, her eyebrows drawn together in an unusually concentrated look on her face, one that would put a can of frozen grapefruit juice to shame.

"Come on, you piece of shit, come onnnnnnnn," she mutters pointedly at the pancake sitting in the pan...

...before tossing it up into the air with a quick shift of the pan, in what is supposed to be a motion meant to flip it over so as to catch it back into the pan to cook the other side.

The pancake instead ends up on the floor with a healthy little splat! among its other failed siblings.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, bravo, Doomsday, bra-vo," comes a taunting drawl over the Office speakers.

"Hey, fuck you, old man! At least I'm down here doing something with my time instead of sitting around up there on my ass all day, watching the monitors and finding shit the complain about!" Doom fires back, brandishing the still-hot pan at the ceiling.

"Yes, well, do enjoy yourself down there, you and your... 'doing something with your time'..."

Doom hauls off and throws the pan at the camera sitting in the corner up on the ceiling, shattering it. She's surprised when Cyrus doesn't come back on to immediately complain about that too. She goes over to retrieve the pan, shaking all the glass off it, flipping off the remains of the camera for good measure.

Whatever. She's not going to eat a single pancake until she gets one flipped into the pan like she's seen them do on TV, god damn it. She doesn't care how long it takes.

[rando1ph]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 :  jupiter + anyone // @chqstarter ⦗ CLOSED ⦘ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 :  night and dine - national waffle day

       the night and dine was the usual spot where jupiter ended up going to whenever he felt any sort of inspiration for writing. today was no different, but what he was not expecting was the night and dine fully packed with people, and plates filled with stacks of waffles. he completely forgot about waffle day, partaking to this little HOLIDAY in the past. he looked around to see if he could find a spot to sit, but he felt like the only spot available was at the counter. " is anyone sitting here ?? "

[drkroots]

          open starter ( mutuals only ! )

               "If you've come in to point out the picketers, I'm well aware." Witch had to bite back the vitriolic disdain that wanted to spill from lips. "They've been here since seven in the morning and considering my apartment is upstairs... it's one hell of a way to wake up. I got half the mind to curse 'em but that wouldn't be too good for business in the public eye now, would it?" Small scoff. "Not that I've been doing it for years before hand or anything."

[bullet-rebuttle]

“Hmph..just because Hopes Peak has a policy of not needing to come to class..doesn’t mean it isn’t valuable! Maybe I should get people to come by force..or..”

“Without class..do I still need to patrol..? Can’t I just go home and finish that anime I was watching…no one has to know...” she whispers to herself thinking of what she can do with free time. Her natural instincts saying to go indulge but her other side was telling her to at fulfill her talent by doing her duties..how annoying.

[gravityvampire]

New icons of Singularity

[ch1maeras]

open to mutuals

i don't usually do a plot for starters but it's giving very dani tried to scream in time to save someone and it was too late and like your muse finds her over the body of someone she cared about / knows your muse cared about

❝   i  tr - i tried   ,   i   ran   as   fast   as   i   could   ,   i   -   i   -   screamed   ;   i   screamed   so   fucking loud   ,   and   i   -   they   just   -   i'm   so   sorry   .   .   .   ❞

[hecticromantic]

open to: all

connections: platonic, friends to lovers

isa has hit a new low. her previous records of failure and cringiness were quite remarkable, but this one really takes the cake. there's a strained smile on her face as she sits with her phone in her hand, letting out a disgruntled sigh. "so, there was this person i was talking to and i thought things were going pretty well. i like, really put myself out there, you know?" she tilts her head, brows furrowing. as much as she could safely disclose without scaring them off and trauma dumping, anyhow. "i'm pretty sure they used chatgpt to write their rejection text," isa explains, jaw tense with a hollow smile still on her face. she lets out a disbelieving laugh. "my pride will never recover from this. i think the only option left is vandalism." she grows more confused and baffled the longer the stares at the text, because while she's admittedly not the best reader, it drags on way longer than it should.

[clavicula-ovis]

     ›› Anyone in the House of Lamentation at the present moment would be hearing the echoes of tormented screams, the cries of boundless, unending anguish, weeps of the damned, and...

     ›› Wait, upon closer inspection, that's just Leviathan screaming his head off in agony about something.

    ❝ NO! NO WAY! I WONT ALLOW IIIIIIIT!! ❞ ›› … Among some other variations of denial in various other languages.

[gibsongirld]

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[the-haunted-office]

"Look. If you tell me that you have regenerative powers, of course I'm gonna wanna test that shit out. Who wouldn't?! So don't be getting all mad at me for coming after you with sharp instruments after the fact, man. That's all on you."

[sorcerymuses]

"You're gonna taste me when you're kissin' her."

[drkroots]

          open starter ( mutuals only ! )

               "I think that the government should be keeping their asses out of our business. That's the last thing any of us need in our magical practises." Stern expression appeared on usually carefree features and hands were placed into back pockets simply for the sake of putting hands somewhere. "What I do with my spare time's never been their business and it never will be. Fuck this."

[nosenipped]

𓎟𓎟　　⺌　acc　tags．．

❛　ooc， drop　ᴼᶠ　𝖒oo͟n𝓯all　🌙．

❛　boundaries， ⺌　⥭　𝓈𝓃ℴ𝓌　◞　days﹗

❛　starters， ⁎　◌　open　◝　starters． 🌨️

❛　prompts， ⊹  ︴pr͟ompts  、 𝔡𝔦𝔞logues， 𐂂  ︴pr͟ompts  、 𝓈ℯ𝓉tings，

𓎟𓎟　　⺌　muse　tags．．

❛　portrayal， ⟡ 。　t͟ake‍　ᴹᴱ‍　𝓱ome，🏔️ ྀ

❛　aesthetics， ゛❄️　◞　⠀winter　​𝖇͟orne．

❛　verses， ˖　〳　c͟an　you　𝚂𝙴𝙴　m𝒆﹖　ﾟ　ུ

❛　anthems， 〣　𝒘͢ind—brought．〝 🎶

❛　headcanons， ꒷꒦　⛄️　gen，h͟ead𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰　 ͡︵， ꒷꒦　⛄️　vis，h͟ead𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰　 ͡︵

𓎟𓎟　　⺌　misc　tags．．

❛　promos， check　it　out　ꜝꜝ　⌟

[gravityvampire]

|| 🌙 ||: ❝ So... ❞

|| 🌙 ||: ❝ There... isn't a chance I can ask you to pretend you didn't see that, right? ❞

[midnight-mama]

Muse: Alya Richards

Open to: Anyone(F/M/NB)

Connection: Any

TW(?): Child Abuse

Plot: Alya invited you over to watch the old TV she was on as a kid. It triggered some bad memories.

"Hmm... I remember this scene. People loved it....so much that We got invited on this morning show. My dad.....My Bio Dad was pissed because they didn't want him on screen with us. He got blasted that night...." Alya frowned as she thought about the memories. "Um... It was a rough night...."

@indiestarter

[stxllarscholar]

o p e n

“ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ.” ꜱᴛᴏʟᴀꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ.