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[macaulaymontgomery]

open starter: @aurorabaystarter location: UTP

"Did you ever have a quarter-life crisis? Are those really a thing? Seems a lot less fun than a mid-life crisis, you know?"

[pinksopaque]

" i feel like .. us being roommates & casually seeing each other , it's a bit too much , wouldn't you agree ? "

open to : m / nb ! @indiestarter

[dommavmason]

Sup everyone, I’m Maverick Mason, Dominate — but most people call me Mav. You may have heard some of my music on streaming platforms which I’m very proud of. And if you haven’t heard it yet I’ll be happy to share it with ya.

But, now that I’ve found my room, I’m gonna need a beautiful switch or sub to put my stuff away, if anyone wants to volunteer. And more importantly, y’all gotta let me know, what’s the best place to get some grub around here? I’m starving.

[witchkillr]

IT TOOK YEARS OF STUDY TO GET HERE. agatha couldn't say how many - time is a strange, liquid thing, a concoction of mortals' to judge the lines of their existence by, a lens through which to sort the vastness of the multiverse into categories. as she has studied and learned and understood, she has come to the realisation that nothing is so simple. the flow of it slips through her charred fingers like water, and she lets it go.

distance is useful, even as she is in the throes of her plan to correct it.

here, incidentally, is the following place: a small suburban town, somewhere in the northeastern united states. a universe that is not her own, but is similar enough. a home that is also a prison. [ this is not something that has happened to her yet, or possibly ever will. she looks at herself, brought so low, made so small, and the dark thing sharing space in her chest roars. she is angry, too. she would be no matter the circumstance. ]

" what happened to you, my dear? " there is something of the roar in her inflection, a low, growling danger - blackened claws trace the line of her other self's jaw, already charting vengeance. that is to say: who do we need to kill?

plotted starter / @wcrpbubble.

[frostise]

anyone want a one-liner from your favourite icy girl?

[unbrcxkxble]

𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁! ⸻ na frente do complexo.

Fazia pouco mais de três horas que havia chegado em Haneul. Não que Nate tivesse o costume de contar o tempo, mas considerava lugares desconhecidos estressantes, ainda mais aquele que era tão significativo emocionalmente. Assim que seu corpo reduziu a velocidade da corrida até encontrar-se totalmente imóvel, inclinou-se para frente, pousando ambas as mãos nos próprios joelhos enquanto tentava recuperar o fôlego, não demorando-se muito naquela posição ao que rapidamente prendeu a gola da camiseta entre os dedos longos que trataram de puxar o tecido com certo desespero devido a sensação de desconforto que surgiu ao senti-lo grudar na pele suada, despreocupando-se com as cicatrizes de seu tronco e costas que não seriam tão aparentes durante o breu parcial do local. Embora sua dupla nacionalidade fosse constatada em seus documentos, Nathan não possuía o comportamento polido geralmente usual daquele país e não tinha a mínima intenção de fingi-lo, mesmo que tivesse plena noção de que aquilo não somente perturbava algumas pessoas, mas era visto como inadequado pela maioria delas. Porém, rapidamente a postura desleixada tornou-se tensa e os olhos se focaram na silhueta que se aproximava, tentando, de alguma forma, identificá-la em meio a pouca iluminação do complexo.

[kekeakana]

alright this might sound kinda morbin or whatever. but i wanna know how it's already almost halloween? when it feels like the school year was just starting not that long ago? ...anyone else feel kinda freaked out about being a senior but have no idea what they're going to do with their future plans yet?

[realprvncess]

Feirão da Nia — solicite um starter e ganhe de brinde uma conexão! Escolha uma conexão/plot dessa, dessa ou dessa lista e comente no post com o nome do personagem, especificando para qual dos meus personagens você está mandando.

Para a Angie (perdida Fora da Lei de Enrolados), comente números de 1 a 5 + conexão

Para o North (canon Papai Noel de Guardiões), comente números de 6 a 10 + conexão

[mielmoto]

interaction / inbox call!

there's more than a handful of new mutuals & other folks I haven't had the chance to gab at just yet, so go ahead and ♡ this post if you want a little something! I'll either raid your memes, or magic up some other little starter. multimuses can specify, or I'll choose someone at random! :0)

[fortitudefm]

the older i've gotten the worse hang overs have gotten for me. i know i can't be the only one that deals with that. because look, like all i tried to do is take a new prospective client out on the town for some drinks and chatting it up with some hot chicks. then the next morning i end up with the spins. i gotta get better about putting some tylenol and a gatorade next to my bed. only good thing to come out of this was that i got him on as a client. but damn, at what cost.

@othstarters

[pinksopaque]

" so -- on that halloween . you told me that you weren't drinking . & i believed you . why'd you lie ? "

open to : m / f / nb ! plot : in source . @indiestarter

[riverbills]

WHO: Open @woodrowhub

WHEN: Sunday September 4th 11pmish

WHERE: Secondary Kitchen

For the umpteenth time in River's life he regretted drinking wine. He hadn't drunk enough to make him vomit into a vase or walk into town so he could phone a not quite ex. He hadn't been eighteen in a long time and had left those kinds of mistakes in the past. But River had drunk enough to exaggerate his growing hunger. The buffet at the wake was spectacular. There was enough pâté and cuts of salmon to feed a small country. However, River forgot to eat as much as he should have. He was distracted by entertaining various of Richard’s former colleagues and acquaintances. While some of the other wards talked to the funeral attendees out of obligation River was engrossed in the conversations he had. He found discovering aspects of Richard he didn't know about while he was still alive fascinating. He learned that the funeral guests had completely different interpretations of Richard than he did. But the discovery did come at the cost of his own well-being.

River ventured into the secondary kitchen instead of going to the main kitchen like he did as a teenager when he needed a midnight snack. He saw trays of leftovers from the wake get carried towards the secondary kitchen. For once, he didn’t go somewhere in the house with the hope of bumping into another ward. His focus was on getting food quickly and with minimal effort. He opened the refrigerator when he noticed the presence of someone else in the kitchen. He was pretty sure it wasn't Ms Tristan. He couldn't feel her judgemental stare. “I guess it's still impossible to get a midnight snack in peace around here.” River mused lightly as he reached for a mini quiche. It was obvious that growing up he liked that it was difficult to be alone in Woodrow House. “I'll trade you a quiche for a cigarette.” He commented, closing the refrigerator. In the rush to pack he had forgotten to bring a packet with him, a mistake he was starting to regret. He hoped most of the wards still smoked.

[maxmoffs]

“ and what makes you think , i need your help ( ? ) ” . there’s a tinge of offence in her voice . her stance is STILL yet ready for any kind magic that may conjure , ON BOTH ENDS. — she is the prophecy of greatness and doom after all . a witch that was lone , now just disbelieved , after all these years . help ? wanda chuckled with amusement .

@ladiesandwitches / starter call .

[witchkillr]

AGATHA DOES NOT KNOW WHERE TO GO. she has always been a girl who lived on the outskirts, but the unfortunate thing of it is that she likes society. she does not want to live in the woods, catching rabbits with her bare hands and cooking them over fires she starts with her stolen power. she does not want to be like this forever, but the evidence of tonight's trial means she will be chased if she returns to salem proper now.

she doesn't know how she feels about it in general. the magick swirling in her chest is delicious, and she hated her mother, but ...

there is a rustling in the wood to her left. her head snaps up from her makeshift campfire, any wider worries dissolved. she summons a mote of violet to her palm, and in a voice stronger than she feels, calls: " show yourself, whomever you are! i have dispatched far worse this night already, and i assure you, i will not hesitate! "

@timewlnds wanted to adopt a feral little gremlin daughter.

[thcresa]

STARTER CALL!

apesar das situações inicialmente limitadas, estou aberta para qualquer tipo de plot e também me coloco à disposição para abrir outros starters que podemos combinar! peço, por favor, que quem já tem starter aberto/interação combinada, que não responda a esse call para o mesmo personagem. para um starter, escolha uma das situações abaixo:

digite 01 para juntar-se à theresa para a operação de matar o cão infernal/outro monstro do drop.

digite 02 para encontrar theresa para assistir um filme e conversar sobre a cultura pop do mundo mortal.

digite 03 para juntar-se à theresa na caverna dos deuses para discutir o desaparecimento de apolo e o influxo de eventos recentes.

digite 04 para ajudar theresa a supervisionar semideuses mais jovens nos pedalinhos do lago.

digite 05 encontrar theresa no meio de uma visão especialmente longa, fazendo com que seu personagem se preocupe.

digite 06 para quase ser acertado com uma flecha errante no treinamento de arco e flecha.

digite 07 para encontrar theresa a caminho dos ferreiros para analisar uma arma ou consertar um bug em seu smartphone.

[arachnyed]

feel free to ♡ this for a starter while i get things set up.