#⌊ 001. ⇀ starter call. ⌉

[secr3trings]

Inbox call ( bc starters never be working, I've realized bc my BRAIN NEVER HAS THE POWER FOR THEM - )

i’ll spin a wheel or you can specify ( much easier so I won't spin 10 million times for a good muse to send ) for something in your inbox ( if you have no meme tag or I can't find prompts I will use my own and or some I see around. )

[mastermicd]

little new blog starter call perhaps ?

[zurixmitchell]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: The diner TIME: Saturday afternoon FOR: @nicolemcrtin

Zuri slid into the booth across from Nicole, keeping the plate behind her. Without warning, she whipped out what she’d been hiding - a big slice of Rizzo’s triple chocolate cake. “I thought you could use the pick me up,” she said, grinning as she put the dessert in front of her old friend. The smell of chocolate filled the air, reminding her of all the times they’d shared treats and laughed together before. She grew quiet, then added softly, “I saw Kian the other day. At least he looked healthy…" Her voice faded, and she didn’t know what else to say. It was strange talking about someone they both knew after he got busted for murder.

[nazimxgul]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: A property in Carriage Falls TIME: Thursday morning FOR: @avaxthompson

Nazim cruised up and down the street, his eyes darting from house to house like a confused GPS. Twenty minutes of this wild goose chase later, he finally spotted the right number. Eureka! Pulling into the driveway of a rather nice two-story place, he parked and hopped out. As he walked up to the front door, he noticed a blonde woman waiting. He put on his best smile and stuck out his hand. "You must be Ava. I'm Nazim. Thank you for making the time to see me." He took a moment to check out the surroundings. The lawn looked immaculate, and the house itself was pretty impressive from the outside.

[florencc]

every time i sit down to write the motivation goes poof ! so give this a like and i'll toss ya a one liner to try and get the muse juice flowing <3

[impinged]

@cityburns

You stand on the beach. On the sand. Near the water. You do not know if you like it here. But something in you aches, watching the ships on the water. Seeing them disappear, going beyond the horizon. You do not know why you feel this way. Not fully. Not... enough. Hm.

You think about what may be past the horizon. Your head hurts. You stop thinking about it, and cast your gaze downward. Digging the little heels of your boots into the sand, you wonder if it might be better to be buried here. Not that you'll die. Hm... There's just something here you're drawn to. You cannot remember what it is, if it's even quantifiable.

It's fine. It doesn't bother you. You crouch down, and mold the dampened sand into some kind of notable mound. There's a word for this. You don't remember it. Figures.

[ncrthernl1ghts]

TAG DUMP: DR. MARTINA BAKER - PINES

[ac1numa]

christmas, nye starter. if anyone want one ( as i only have energy for this and in the mood for early christmas and nye threads. ) like the post. mention the fandom or muse(s) you want the starter from and if multis, mention the muse(s) you want it for.

[pympartic]

:[ // Setting this up now as a Permanent Starter Call ; please simply specify which bug you'd like and if you're a multi let me know who to send the bug to! ]:

[clochanamarch]

one would think she'd be used to it by now. the sweltering heat of manhattan's summer months. the way it feels like each inhale is a gulp of steam, incapable of reviving heat-weary souls in the slightest. after lengthy negotiations, laszlo agreed to serve frozen cocktails and mocktails. in partnership with a local company, thank god. his talents are... well, they require a brave counterpart to experience them first-hand.

now, she sits in the kitchen, windows open, fans on full blast, hair growing wilder and frizzier by the second as she tries to fix the air-conditioning unit for the diner. it's a valiant, yet ultimately wasted, effort. meaning that the smile that lights up her face when the familiar gait of @wnterslder approaches the front door is entirely sincere. " would i be a terrible person if i suggested slushies and ice-creams for dinner tonight? i can't bear the notion of a barbecue right now... i'm even tempted to tell you not to hug me. not that i've committed to that, but... yeah. manhattan could dial it down a touch! how was your day? "

( for the weather-based starter you requested! )

[st4rburster]

STARTER CALL like this if you'd like a small starter from one or more of my muses !

[secr3trings]

one-liner starters with something in my playlist ...

[clochanamarc]

" to be fair, you said if i needed anything, you'd only be a phone call away. and this is multi-tasking, anyway, so i'm not inclined to feel terribly guilty about taking advantage of that offer, mister! " she does feel bad, though. she won't admit it to him, but there's never been any true value in lying to herself. why else is there a stack of 23 wedding-planning magazines on the counter? or two big macs with extra cheese and fries? or the two milkshakes (chocolate for him, caramel-vanilla for her) crowned with whipped cream and sprinkles? guilt. that's what they reflect. her immense and unspeakable guilt.

" i hope arthur doesn't mind. i just need to get this place repainted and all the furniture taken out before stanley and richard get home. it's always much easier in the oul' dreams, isn't it? " for eames, at least. her contributions in any dream-related ventures are advisably brief and limited ever since the onion fiasco. painting the diner and getting the renovations underway is technically a far less risky task against that. pulling away a sheet of tarpaulin from over one of the booths, she replaces the food on the table, and gestures to one of the benches on her determined path back to the magazines. " grab a burger. no sense in doing this on an empty stomach! and you owe me one hell of an update, too; how are things on your end? how's arthur? "

@4ger liked THIS POST for a diner-based starter!

[zurixmitchell]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: The park TIME: Wednesday, afternoon FOR: @elenaxthompson

Zuri was at the park talking to old Mr. Finnegan. Like always, he was telling her all about his latest tall tale. She nodded away and tried not to laugh at how wild his story was getting. “And that’s when the alien spaceship landed right in my backyard!” Mr. Finnegan made the boisterous statement while vigorously waving his arms. Then he jumped up and did what she thought was supposed to be an alien dance.

Checking out the female who was probably super creeped out, she leaned in and whispered. “Don’t worry, he’s harmless. Just has a vivid imagination.” She turned around to see Mr. Finnegan, who was proudly displaying the alien’s cosmic ray gun. And couldn’t help but wonder if there was any truth in his stories. Soon, he left, and she turned to the stranger. “How’s your day going?”

[nazimxgul]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: The café TIME: Friday afternoon FOR: @reyna-jdw

Nazim stepped out of the café, his mind humming with ideas for his latest project. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw an elderly gent took a tumble right in front of him. Quick as a flash, he dashed over to help. "Sir, are you alright?" he asked, offering a steady arm. The old fellow nodded, looking a bit out of it. He glanced around, spotting someone nearby. "Excuse me," he called out, "Could you lend a hand?" He gestured to the bag with its contents scattered on the floor. The situation seemed a bit dicey. But that’s not the priority. Right now, he wanted to make sure this older chap was okay.

[florencc]

i'm doing memes and rlly finding flo's voice in different verses so perhaps give this a lil like and throw something at ya !