#—◆ tba. closed starter.

[moved--naitfall]

Happy New Year! Happy Birthday Gwyn!

random starter for @worldhell with our boys

By the window they sat in silence, Levi's gaze switching between the snow-covered scenery and Farlan's expression of contentment, equally mesmerising to look at. He wouldn't spend the night with anybody else, waiting for the first sunrise of the new year. There shouldn't be anything special about it — Levi had watched enough sunrises in the time they've been living underneath the sun and he couldn't find any rest, but it was a rare occasion, even he found some peace in fooling himself there was something different, even if change resided only within him, within the two of them.

❝ Another year is gone. ❞ Another year they've spent together. Another year of challenges, another year they've escaped death, and could sit together on a cold night and enjoy a good drink together. He gestured at Farlan to refill both their glasses. Levi wasn't fond of celebrations, at forced chances of appreciating what they had (what everyone took for granted most days). This was an exception though, for there was an occasion even he wanted to celebrate — for every single day Farlan was by his side. For every single chance he'd see him smile.

[reflections-of-mobius]

[ @familylightfox || Plotted an event!]

How far could he walk....how far could he run, before he found someone to take out this unending rage on?

Shadow wouldn't dare exact revenge on these strangers- passersby who gave him a wide berth, several utterances of 'それは何ですか？' and soft gasps. Quiet, panicked exhalations followed by quickly side-stepping his frame. All these humans--- they were all scared of him. As they had every right to be. He was an alien. A thing, to them.- No more worth existence than a lab rat. The one thing he'd ever been to nearly everyone on this rock, save those select few.

The few who were gone.

He would have his revenge. It didn't matter who he'd have to tear apart, the lives he would leave broken in his path. He would have it. Burning, searing, the loss so fresh, intermixing with the old and coalescing into nothing more than a ball of fury deep in his chest.

An ear pricked, hearing the screech of car tires as rain poured and tried to soak clear through his fur and quills. Orange-red hues slowly drifted, only to snap the moment they caught sight of a familiar logo.

G.

If they wanted to pick a fight, all the better. Hopefully, he could get at least one to tell him what had happened. What had become of his Sapling. Why did he feel Walters was responsible? Red flashed with energy, sparks and errant crackles of electricity dancing between his quills. They zapped the water that dared touch him.

"....if you won't leave me alone...the least you can do...is be of use to me." How long had it been since they died? Who dared take what little joy he had left in this world? The powering-up of various weapons filled the air as citizens yelped and ran- none wanting to partake in the incoming fight. He needed information- and these drones would give it to him.

One way or another.

[feiiizhu]

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ㅤㅤ❝𝓗as anyone ever told you how cute your turtle-duck-butt hair is?❞

[truly-quirkless]

[@mxndjxcker || Because we are both filthy enablers (/lh).]

First day of school...Fin hadn't really been thinking too much about it, to be honest. Outside of hiding from the kids who went to do their first round of Hero course training, they'd mostly stayed away...until the final bell had rung, and they were all but sure a grand majority of the students had gone home. That was when they'd been wandering the halls of U. A.,...

And spotted a student, still in the halls. Their head tilted slightly, letting their pace increase from its moderately-slow walk to a more average speed.

"Kid? Whatcha still doin' on school grounds? Didn't th' bells ring...I'unno, an hour ago?" They slipped their phone out of their pocket- eyes sliding over the time before finding the teen's visage again. Their phone was once more pocketed, head tilting slightly to the side. "Y'waitin' on someone?" Although this didn't seem like 'waiting for someone'...

More like 'getting the courage to leave'. But- Fin had never been that good at reading people unless they were actively threatening them, so...who were they to judge?

"...or do y'need a minute...?" They stopped short of the edge of a safe distance, far enough away to quickly leave if it was wanted- or walk closer if they thought it was needed.

[fxiled-fxithful]

send  🔪  for  a  hostile  starter . [ Meme ~ @a-crimson-fucker ]

There was power within Prayer. Much like Alexander Anderson, she relied on beloved God to give her an advantage. Angela wished to purge London of it's impurity, starting with the creature before her.

"Impurity has left an imprint upon this country. Innocent souls left to fear what lingers in the dark. Creatures of shadow and blood lust prey upon the weak. This is not the will of God. His children are threatened by your very existence. How dare you claim that you fight for their protection when you act like a beast much like the creatures you hunt. Have you no shame in acting as a faux herald of humanity?"

Her wings open wide as a bright heavenly glow.

"It is time that you face judgement in the eyes of God!"

[vendettavalor]

O Guardian Angel

⚔️ For @let-me-be-surprised ‘s Charlie! ⚔️

Strays weren’t a particularly rare occurrence in this part of Toronto. It was practically impossible to walk more than a block or two without seeing a cat half-buried in one of the trash cans in an alley fishing for dinner, or a dog gnawing on the leftover scraps of someone’s discarded lunch. What was far less common to see was a stray inside the temple grounds. The walls stretched high enough that most cats couldn’t scale the side and climb over. And as far as she knew, there was no visitor inconsiderate enough to leave the gate open for strays to wander in.

And yet, there he was. A stray dog in the temple. Scruffy and a little larger than medium, a dusty coat and charming eyes. Maybe a Shepard of some sort?

Mei anxiously glanced towards her house. If her mother saw him, she’d freak! She’d grab the nearest broom and launch into a tirade about how filthy he was- how he’d come to raid the temple for offerings of food, or how he’d hurt their cats! All while chasing the poor thing around and shoving him out of the temple. And the thought of that just broke her heart. She couldn’t bear the thought of such a sweet dog being tossed out so cruelly. After all, he was probably just hungry or thirsty or… something.

“Hey, over here!” She whisper-shouted at him, waving him over in an attempt to hide him behind the temple and out of sight of the windows. “C’mere, boy! Over here!”

[gone-knightinsourarmor]

closed started with @desolxte || Levi & Kuchel

Kuchel Ackerman died many years ago, her rotting corpse found by her estranged brother and buried. None would ever search for a deceased whore. None could have ever imagined, on the verge of death, when her sickness had her paralyzed, prisoner to a withering body, slowly but steadily losing strength, and her sanity, she would have found the power to stand back on her feet. That losing her son, the last remaining light of her life ended in the hands of animals who didn't understand the first thing about his tender heart, would bring her back to the world of living, instead of being the finishing blow to a woman who had long lost any will to live.

She was alive, but was her heart still beating ? Any air filling up her lungs? Was her body still warm to touch, or as cold as her eyes? An empty vessel she had become, void of any human emotions, vessel of one single HOPE. The hope of seeing her son again. To think, even in the rotten soul of hers, hope could survive. Maybe, if she could still have a part of her human — her who desperately denied her humanity — maybe it was still possible to find Levi. Even when years had passed, even if he didn't any longer remember her, even if there were no clues if he was even alive— he was her blood after all, and tragedy seemed to be part of their nature.

She has found a note in the apartment she lived in those days, with an address and an hour written on it. A date? There was no mistaking it, the sloppy handwriting was Kenny’s. She could have him waiting, for the nerve he had to think he could decide when and where they'd meet. Yet, when had she managed to escape the shackles they were bound with? It was more than just blood, or family ties. No matter how many times she tried to stay away from him, she'd always find him before her, him unchanged, while she'd be even more broken, even less of a person, than she was last time their paths had crossed. She held respect for him, after years of resenting him. For his ability to survive, and pretend to care even if having long lost his heart as well.

She expected no less from him. An empty pub, a dark place where very few would dare to set foot if they were on their own. She had arrived first— no surprise, to have her waiting. There was no bartender, no waiter, nobody in sight, when she took seat in front of the counter, standing out in her white dress. She used to like those dresses, when she was younger. Now, she'd wear them on more rare occasions, when she wanted to make a point— dress like a virgin, as if she hadn't sold both her body and soul.

She heard a voice coming from behind her back. Little she cared for what they said. Probably to complain the store was still closed. If so, why had she found the door open and unlocked? ❝ I'm waiting for someb- ❞

[hvbris]

@omniishambles . Harry gets a new dad 🐍

It all happened so fast that by the time the young boy extracted himself from the small cupboard under the stairs, his aunt and uncle were already dead. It was a rather clean scene, all things considered. No blood, no mess, nothing but two corpses laying on the cushioned carpets.

"Harry," said The Dark Lord, casting an almost gentle look at the boy, "I did not mean to scare you." And to prove his point, he lowered his wand, putting it back into his robes. Not that Harry Potter would even know what a wand was. He had grown up surrounded by muggles, kept in the dark about who he really was.

"In fact, I am here to help. I understand how confusing and scary this must look, but I assure you that I can explain everything. Perhaps you can even sense it already, Harry, that you are not like other children your age."

[littlebadger]

RANDOM  STARTER  for  @musedriven  !  SAM.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ-` 👻 ´- 【  To anyone else,  the scene of Danny slumped over the picnic table might be a cause for  concern,  but to anyone that  KNEW  him it was just Danny being... Danny .  He wasn't faking it by any means,  but he had the tendency to act a little overdramatic . 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA  loud  GROAN  rumbled  into  the  withered  wood  of  the  table,  shaking  it  on  its  rusty  metal  legs.

[sialiia]

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ㅤㅤ❝That looks really cool!❞

[reflections-of-mobius]

[ @familylightfox | Plotted an event!]

It burned. They'd fallen unconscious after literally falling onto the floor- unsure how long they were out, not even bothering to think. Everything ached and burned and hurt in the worst way as they tried desperately to crawl.

Every nerve in their body was screaming. Something was trying to force its way up their throat- they barely had the energy, but they still managed to stand, wobble-running down the hall, uncaring that they hit one of those stupid fixtures in it save for the explosion of fire in their veins. Cedar managed to stumble into the bathroom, collapsing before the toilet just as the first, hideous RETCH left them.

They couldn't feel anything but agony, crawling through them, tearing into every availabe atom of their being until it was all-consuming. Something was wrong with their vomit. It wasn't its usual color- but they couldn't think about that. Another heaving convulsion, more crimson painting the once-white bowl as they tried to gasp for air. Cedar wasn't aware of anything, any sound, any noise, the tap of boots on the floor or a new presence, of the System window that only they could see, constantly popping up with updates that only blurred their vision and made them heave again.

Cedar didn't know that the change had already been complete. That clothes that once fit so easily now draped off of them, several sizes too big. That pale-peach skin had disappeared under a matt of creamy-colored fur, that near ears had grown as the old seemed to fade back into them, didn't realize the tail that had grown and forced their pants to break, currently puffed out as if they'd stuck a hand in a wall socket.

No, they were only aware of the gagging sense, of way too much, of something thick sliding up their throat and falling off their tongue in spasms of torture. Cedar let out a choked sob somewhere in that mess. Their own saliva and blood dribbled off their chin, vision a mess of tears and light-blue fluorescent that bounced off the toilet's porcelain.

It was a small eternity of pain, of hideous, evil suffering that came to an end only with their body collapsing once more, arms barely holding them up on the toilet's seat, their head ducked into the painted bowl. Throbbing. Aching. The whole of their frame sang with it in the worst way, and Cedar really only wanted to just collapse back into bed and deal with whatever mess they'd created tomorrow. But the knowledge no one would be there to help, that it would just be worse in the morning, was enough to have them weakly reaching for the lever.

It was a little farther than they remembered. A trembling arm trying to reach out, fingers barely brushing the tip of the metal before falling. Too weak.

[ʜᴘ: 45,000/45,000]

Fuck you.

[feiiizhu]

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ㅤㅤ❝—𝓣his is where you've been living?❞

[truly-quirkless]

[ @penandswords || Liked for a Fin Starter!]

It was so early in the day- but they had every single report already laying beside the site entrance when they arrived. It caused a faint sense of joy in them- they'd heard from the others, the brief mumblings that they'd been getting their jobs done quicker...Fin didn't have much, but maybe they'd use the yen they didn't spend on themself to host a party...a sort of thanks to the construction crew for their hard work. A small smile dared to cross their face.

Maybe things in Japan wouldn't be so bad- of course, several of the crew still defaulted to English around the young adult, but they had been quick to try to show how much they knew in Japanese... Fin had always been a quick study, anyway.

They were happily walking down the hall of U. A., most of the students having gone to their classes for the day. Their eyes closed for a few moments, thinking about what they'd do to celebrate everyone's accomplishment-

THWNK-

"Shit-!" Fin stumbled- the reports they had between their crossed arms suddenly falling out from under, sliding along the ground and scattering in all directions. "--fuck-" They nearly fell, themself- stumbling as their shoe hit a paper and slid, barely catching themself- eyes snapping to the student they'd bumped into. "---I'm so sorry,- are you alright-?! Here- I-- lemme help you." Fuck they just cursed around a student-

[eregored]

˙♱   ❚  ‎  ‎  ‎  ‎  :  ‎  ‎  ‎  @angelvoiced  asked  for  a  starter

  ❝  y’think  carley  could  ever  be  as  popular  as  alice  .  .  or  bendy  ?  joey’s  never  gonna  give  her  a  try,  a  female  can’t  be  part  of  the  butcher  gang  but  i  call  that  bullshit  !  ❞

[vendettavalor]

@tacticalvalor said: “ why do you trust me? ” -> from a pre-ship luna to tanner, we are so back babey (for a thread, mayhaps)

⚔️ Memes for That Specific Brand of Ship // CLOSED ⚔️

The question should surprise Tanner. If he were any normal person, surely it would. Then again, if he were a normal person this situation wouldn't be happen. Luna Youngman, former employee of the New York District Attorney's Office and head of the local community crime watch program, wouldn't be sitting here in a dark basement loosely tied to a chair and with 4 grams of midazolam currently being chased out of her system by pure adrenaline. Nothing about this situation was normal, least of all Tanner.

All the same, the young man straightens up with a proud smile, chirping as he adjusts his tie.

"As I said before, Luna--" her name is punctuated with a cadence that borders on sweet, almost adoring. "I'm very impressed by your work. Humble as you are, your skills are well-honed and you are a very driven and determined young woman. You saw that your employers weren't taking the grievances you were putting forth seriously, and so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You set up your own dedicated crime watch program and took it upon yourself to painstakingly sift through each and every report yourself, finding evidence and submitting reports you felt were serious and needed further review in spite of the fact that it wasn't getting you anywhere with your main objective. Even still, you persevered. You believe in what you're doing with such passion."

He speaks so candidly, almost reminiscing on the fact that he's been watching her every move. Like jumping in front of her cameras and breaking into her home and watching her scroll through pages upon pages of reports was some memory rich with nostalgia for him to look back upon and not a terrifying experience for her to live through. He looks as though he might melt, his cheeks rosy and squished by a wide, toothy grin. Then, his attention snaps back to her.

"It's disheartening to see all that dedication, that spirit, going to waste. All that effort you put in being neglected. So, I've decided to reward you. After all this time, you've worked so hard." He waves the folder filled with papers around briefly, before tossing it forward onto the table before her. "I know from watching you for so long that you're capable of handling this information. Even with your little bleeding heart! You've spent so long searching for the Blueblood Killer, and now, you can finally find him. With this!"

[truly-quirkless-a]

[@0verhauled | Liked for a starter!]

"....I heard you wanted to see me..." Fin's voice was quiet as they stepped into the cell. They'd had their knife taken from their person, just in case the villain before them tried to take it...though they couldn't help but think 'with what'. Even knowing all he'd done to Eri, the kid they'd helped in the rescue of...they couldn't help but feel the faintest tinge sorry for him.

Locked in a cell,- both of his arms gone...the ways to manifest his Quirk, erased- stuck in this place where there was no human interaction save maybe the guards at meal times..

"...so here I am, Overhaul." They knew his name- Kai Chisaki- but they weren't about to use it without him saying they could. This situation felt so strange- to be called to a villain's- a total stranger's- cell. "One of the small players in the raid that destroyed your base..leaves a mate wonderin', 'why me'." Despite their blank expression, their tone remained as light as they could get it...trying to offer what hint of humanity they could to the one who forsook it for his ideals..

They couldn't even hear the thunder outside...not in here, in this brightly-lit white cell.- In this place where the gods put their worst...