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[petitsdieu]

She uses their lap as a pillow.

[kit-bailecharme]

Prince Kit as Will Turner 🏴‍☠️

O que Kit seria se não fosse ele mesmo? Definitivamente um pirata. Apaixonado por navegação, geografia e viagens (e por rum, jogatina, espadas, quebrar regras aqui e ali... mas não vamos falar dessa parte! infelizmente, pois é a mais interessante), ele levaria essa vida adiante. Por que não ser um pirata por uma noite? Ficou mais fácil ainda decidir a fantasia quando soube pelos perdidos da franquia Piratas do Caribe, na qual o pirata Will Turner se apaixona pela linda e nobre Elizabeth Swann, com quem vive muitas aventuras oceanos adentro (que é uma mulher decidida, corajosa e forte como Cinderella!). Assim ficou decidida a fantasia do casal mais querido de Castle of Dreams.

[knotfodder]

birthday starter for @divineandmundane (for Sam, from Benji)

Benji had peaked at his birthday present early. It was big, it was large, it was... an obnoxious bright purple. Not that Benji had a problem with a very obvious purple dildo meant for his strap. It was the perfect gift from Sam, his roommate. Although, the implications were a bit hard to decipher. Sure, Benji had mentioned birthday sex to a few of his friends in passing, but it's not like Sam thought he was being serious. Unless?

Whatever the reason might be, it was a nice gift. Although, throughout his birthday, Benji's brain hadn't let up on finding out the "why". The weretiger had decided to distract himself by trying on the gear while Sam was out. The leather straps ran across his toned body as he adjusts the purple dildo into his rig. His eyes widen as he sees the door to his door open and finding Sam in it's place. Benji couldn't help but chuckle at the situation, shrugging while motioning to the bright purple attachment. "Well, what's the verdict? Does it look good?"

[legacywritten]

give this a like for a ( one-liner ) starter !

[seykacar]

location: the apartments above latte love, cardinal hill

status: closed for @apolloledger

Phone, keys, wallet, chapstick, the tiny switchblade she got when she was twelve and never left home without— Sey rooted through her purse to make sure everything was there. She was already running late; the last thing she needed was a trip back home after she'd already made it halfway to The Labyrinth.

Confident she hadn't forgotten anything—probably—she backed out into the hall, ready to lock up and go meet her ride. The key to their small, overpriced apartment was almost to the lock when something made her pause.

No, not something—Someone.

Her entire body, from her blood to her bones, surged and stiffened with the primal awareness that she wasn't alone. All it took was a subtle glance over her shoulder to prove her instincts weren't wrong.

Are. You. Fucking. With. Me?

There stood the bane of her existence and the haunter of her dreams, leaned back against the beige wall like some poster child for narcissism and obnoxiously good genetics.

How they hell did he find them?

That was a rhetorical question from her to her because she knew damn well how. He might not have been his sister, but Apolinar Ledger Roth was a close second when it came to reconnaissance. If he was here, outside their apartment, that mean he already knew where they worked, their chosen aliases, who they'd hooked up with in town, how often, and what they had for breakfast that morning.

Sey kept her stance casual and indifferent to his unwelcome presence outside of her door, but her eyes—Their chocolate depths simmered with frustration and barely concealed rage. "No." Whatever he was doing in Illinois, whatever he wanted from her or Daphne, the answer was no, followed by a swift 'leave'.

[perikocak]

location: alvaro's

status: closed for @niaxbailey

“Hmm,” Peri’s date murmured, considering her with a stare over the side of his glass. “In that case, I guess it’s a good thing she couldn’t make it.”

Sorry, what?

She waited… and waited… and waited some more, but his mouth didn’t twitch. Not once did he break face and laugh. Not even a little bit. Either this guy missed his calling as an actor or he was being serious. 

No. Fuck no. She had to get out of there. 

“I just need to— you need to— Stay. Just stay. I’ll—” be leaving, thanks. Under any other circumstances she wouldn’t think twice about politely ending a date before their food even arrived, but this guy screamed five alarm fire and about a dozen red flags. 

Instead of finishing that sentence with the truth, or even a lie, she made sure to grab her purse and then headed for the hall she thought might lead to the bathroom. Make no mistake— she absolutely would crawl out a ten inch window set five feet high if she had to. 

Thankfully, the woman she nearly bulldozed right through upon rounding the corner spared her that fate. Peri didn’t know her from Eve, but she’d seen a few servers defer to her in a way that screamed upper management. 

“Listen, I will literally pay you for the food I didn’t eat and add on an extra twenty if you let me use your back exit.” To make good on that promise she hastily pulled her wallet from her bag. “That man out there? The one with the—” her hand, wallet and all, did a spastic circle around her own head to indicate some sort of rich boy hair swoop— “has not only called his mother, on speaker, twice since we arrived to ask her what I should order and if he liked Merlot or Cabernet more… but he just told me she was originally meant to join us all along.”

In case it wasn’t obvious, she whisper-hissed, “It’s only our first date!” But even calling it as much was being too generous considering all she really wanted out of the evening was a happy stomach and some ‘knock me out for a week’ sex. 

“Not to be dramatic—” she was absolutely being dramatic— “but if you don’t help me this is only going to end one of two ways.” Peri lifted her first finger for emphasis. “With me chained up in some Karen’s basement because Chad wanted a new toy—” up popped the second— “or with me doing twenty-five to life for utensil-ar homicide.”

She wished she was joking, but if she had to sit through one more minute of his debate between whether or not ‘Mother’ would approve of her nail length or decision to wear red she’d actually, probably, maybe stick a dessert fork through his eye. 

“I know you don’t know me, but I promise you I am not built for confinement. I basically break out in hives if I spend more than a few hours wearing pants.”

[lilpomegranate]

⸻ starter call (3/3)

selecione um desses prompts + o @ do seu personagem para um starter ambientado durante a confusão do plot drop com uma filha antissocial de perséfone.

[bekturan]

location: bread and butter

status: closed for @dakotaheise

Bek was utterly mystified by the way her brain worked.

The last time she’d seen Dakota she couldn’t remember for the life of her where to find adobo seasoning (was it with the general spices or in the ethnic aisle?) despite shopping at Bell’s all thirty-three years of her life, yet she remembered their exchange, brief as it might’ve been. 

With a warm smile and a near silent self-deprecating laugh at her own shortcomings she wandered over to where Liv’s younger sister sat. 

“Hey, Kota.” The smile on her face grew wider while she paused just shy of the table. “How did you luck out with the rest of that list the other day?” A tiny pang of guilt echoed in her chest at having been called away for work before she could really be much help. “Did you find what you needed?”

[knotdispenser]

name: Bane Coil nicknames: none (yet) age: varies (appears 23) gender: Male pronouns: (he/him/his) secondary gender: Either. occupation: art student/ pool boy(?) notable features: diphallia species: Amphisbaena / gorgon(?) fc: Milo Manheim

[touchbased]

open to: m/nb muse: vera antonov, though she currently goes by alison. late twenties. former spy/current assassin masking as a real estate agent. borderline sociopathic. devil in a pink chanel suit. plot: basic "sure, they might love you, but would they kill for you??" toxic goodness! bonus points for a mr. and mrs. smith (the tv show) type vibe (aka another spy she's been paired up with/is pretending to be married to)

"hm?" isn't looking at them as she hums nonchalantly, instead focusing on the dinner she's preparing. chicken piccata, just like mama used to make, she'd told them once upon a time. supposes it could be true; that somewhere in the world, there's a antonov woman who loves to make chicken piccata and doesn't care that she abandoned her little girl. there's a blood stain on the cuff of her white dress shirt sleeve, somehow still, and she frowns delicately as she makes a mental note to visit the dry cleaners. "oh, carolina? from next door?" the one that was blatantly hitting on him, despite knowing full well vera exists? the one who's now at the bottom of the ocean, while the cops search her house for evidence of a kidnapping? "well, she was bothering you. so i took care of her."

[petitsdieu]

can i tempt anyone in a starter? i'll likely pull inspo from our blogs, elsewhere, headcanons, etc. length may vary. if you're a multi drop your character below maybe. if you have a vibe / genre / verse / any preference at all drop it below, too.

[tessabhrams]

location: Covington's 12th Annual Valentine Date Night Auction

status: closed for @drewparrish

Married. Married. Married. Ryan was married—

The realization she'd had twenty minutes ago didn't gently ebb and flow through Tess' thoughts. It hammered around in her head with the gale force winds of a hurricane. Because Ryan, her Ryan, was married. Still married.

And that woman who'd outbid her at the last second? She was Ellie Parrish. His wife.

Maybe she'd only imagined the subtle glee she'd taken in introducing herself by the last name Tess always imagined claiming herself one day. Maybe it didn't matter if she did. Either way, her stomach still roiled at the news. It'd taken her this long to even show up for her 'date' because she'd spent every second since in the restroom, genuinely worried she'd be sick.

Because Ryan was still married. And that made her the world's biggest idiot.

Tess dropped into the seat across from Drew with none of her usual smiles or grace, eyes wide, unblinking, and vacant. A soft, near silent, "Sorry," was all she could manage to explain her tardy appearance.

Honestly, she'd almost left. Sitting there, she questioned whether she should've. The only thing that kept her planted in that seat was the fact that she couldn't stand up Drew so publicly.

Well. That and the fact that it'd raise a lot of eyebrows after she'd practically maxed out his bids, and she wanted to deal with that about as much as she wanted to scan the room and see them. Because they were there. Somewhere. Ryan's wife just dropped a check for five grand to make sure of it.

"Sorry," Tess mumbled again, finally blinking her way out of her silent stupor. "Sorry," She repeated again when she tried, and likely failed, to find the smile she'd spent a lifetime crafting for the audience. After clearing her throat, she murmured, "You probably have a lot of questions right now."

And so long as they had to do with why she'd landed a date with him - her ex boyfriend's brother - and not where she'd been for the last twenty minutes, she'd at least try to answer them.

[camgarza]

location: Covington's 12th Annual Valentine Date Night Auction

status: closed for @arjunshekhawat

It's for charity, Cami reminded herself as the clock neared ten. For charity, for charity, for charity— Her apparent date of the evening stepped into view. She flashed a small, tentative smile in greeting.

She didn't let herself pause to wonder if her ex-husband was watching while she stood up to give Arjun - that was his name, right? - a quick hug. Didn't acknowledge the nerves twisting her stomach into knots, either.

All she said was, "Hi," and it slipped from her just as uncertain as her first smile had been, prompting a somewhat sheepish laugh. "It's, uh, it's been awhile since I've done anything like this."

There was no point in confessing she wasn't even meant to be on that stage for bids. Unexpected and unintentional as this whole sitation might've been, for better or worse she was in it. No need to ruin his night, or his fun, because of it.

So she stood there and kept smiling, unsure if she should retake her seat. "I'm Camila, by the way." Cami for short. "I actually, uh, I think we might've been a grade apart back in high school."

[descrtmoons]

onde: pista de rollerskate, discoteca nas estrelas. para: @briarwse

Por mais que quatro rodinhas permitissem que ficasse estável de certa forma, ainda não se sentia 100% segura, se mantendo agarrada nas mãos da amiga como se a vida dependesse disso. “Você tem certeza que eu não vou morrer, Rory? Ok, morrer pode ser um exagero. Mas passar uma vergonha muito grande na frente das outras pessoas não soa muito legal também...” ela era uma figura política e tinha uma reputação a manter, coisa que aquelas vestes de acampamento não estavam fazendo nada para ajudar. Teria negado aquele pedido à maioria das pessoas que perguntasse, com raras exceções, mas Aurora infelizmente era uma delas. “Já patinei no gelo antes, em Arendelle, e confesso que foi legal, sim, mas as bordas da arena eram bem delimitadas e não davam pra um espaço aparentemente infinito” refletiu, olhando de relance para o vazio das beiradas. Quem teve a ideia estúpida de não colocar nem um pequeno cercado? Tinha mais gente bêbada do que sóbria naquele evento. Era um acidente esperando para acontecer.

[hypolimnions]

okayyy, finally all set up. which means... starter call! please specify muse, the list can be found here.

[perikocak]

location: turner family practice

status: closed for @elsiebarnes

Once they came out to take her mother to an exam room Peri slumped against the hard, unforgiving back of her chair. How the hell was she supposed to do this? Growing up with Sevda’s constant complaints and criticism was hard enough. Living it twice now that her mom’s mind slipped as easily through time as sand did fingers?

On everything she loved she wasn’t sure she’d survive. 

She wanted to leave. She wanted to go back to the airstream and crash for ten years. She want to scrub the entire last thirty minutes from memory. Unable to do any of the above she opened her eyes instead. The second she slow blinked her way back to reality she caught the gaze of the only other person left waiting. 

Elsie… something. Right?

Peri thought she recognized her from being a grade above herself in school, but they’d never run with the same crowd. Mostly because back then Peri didn’t have a ‘crowd’. 

Maybe it was a coincidence they both looked over at the same time. Maybe she’d been listening to Sevda’s ranting, to which Peri had no choice but to answer as her past self, present self, and an aunt she loosely resembled but hadn’t seen since she was five.

Whichever it was, she offered a tight, weary smile. 

“Don’t worry, the Alzheimer's was a paid actor in today’s performance.” Deflecting with jokes and an irreverent attitude was the only way she could avoid acknowledging how much these moments hurt. “But I’m, uh, I’m sorry if we disturbed you.”