#── 🗡️ ( STARTER )

[funky-on-an-apocalyptic-night]

(Big starter)

*the base was in chaos,monsters and infected were running amok,luckily most of the base had it handled,however,the dark cacao natives (plus pitaya dragon cookie and smoked cheese cookie) saw affogato cookie looking down at it all from the balcony of the wall,smiling.*

Affogato cookie,why are you up here? Did YOU open the gates to let these things in

Oh come on smoked cheese cookie,did you REALLY think dark enchantress cookie STILL worked alone?

YOURE STILL IN AN ALLIANCE WITH HER?!

I should’ve seen this coming to be honest

Oh yes. I am,and pico is none the wiser,I’ve been persuading him into giving up his soul to Dharkon. Obviously without him being aware

once everyone here is out of my way I’ll get him to sign this contract,transferring ownership of his soul over to him.

WE SHALL STOP YOUR PLANS YOU DECEIVER! YOU HAVE DECEIVED ME BEFORE,BUT YOU SHALL NOT DECEIVE ONE OF MY CLOSEST ALLIES!

On your word father.

Yes you’re majesty! On your command!

ATTACK THE TRAITOR!

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The tiny Vaggie knocks on his door "Angel, you in there? A package came for you!"

@theexangel

Angel opened up the door as he heard... What sounded like a mouse knocking on it??? And very quiet talking. He looked around for a second before his eyes landed on the tiny ex angel. He raised an eyebrow. "What happened to you?"

[drkroots]

          open starter ( mutuals only ! )

               After having phone read on what was on the news site that had been opened for him, Josh couldn't help but let out a sigh as a processed what he'd been told. "I've got a theory that it's a demon... a dancing demon?" Confusion was expressed on scarred features, him knowing just how weird the statement that left lips was. "No, something isn't right there."

[thcdoomed]

🗡️||: Starter for @seeasunset // vasco

Dronia sat in front of the campfire, her thoughts preoccupied by the parasite that sat idly right behind her eye. It was an uncomfortable feeling, disconcerting. She could feel it and yet it wasn't exactly painful. One other sat at the fire across from her, the elf Vasco. He was a curious sort, he didn't seem infected but he was willing to come along on a journey that didn't concern him. She wondered why that was, he had no obligation to be here. Taking a bite out of the bread that was bordering on stale, the woman quirked a brow at him.

"I never got the full story from you," she said between bites, hunger still gnawing at her belly. "Why are you so interested in journeying with us anyway? We could turn any day and yet you seem unbothered. Most people would have left us to our gruesome fates."

[crustrix]

♥  for a smol sentence starter from cru

[dealmxkerofgold]

His sleep has grown heavier after the shooting — apparently, his body needs more energy now to both function as close to normal as possible and repair itself — but there are still two things that never fail to wake him: Rose's cries and Belle's nightmares.

Rose is sleeping peacefully for once in her cradle beside their bed ( they moved it as close as possible, partly so that it would easier for him, fresh out of hospital, to tend to her during the night and partly because his near-death experience reminded both him and Belle just how easily they can lose each other or their baby and made something primal and protective rise in both of them — he surely felt that wave of protectiveness grow and spread inside himself, and judging by the look Belle sometimes has in her eyes when she's lost in thought, looking either at him or their daughter, by the little gestures, by the way she always tries to be close to either on of them or, ideally, both, he is willing to bet she feels that wave, too ).

But Belle's cheeks are wet with tears and she's got a haunted look in her eyes and she can’t stop shaking.

She's had a nightmare and he knows all too well what it was about, from the previous nights' experience.

In her dreams, he dies.

He's not sure whether he should feel touched or concerned.

“ Belle, ” he calls her, in a tone so gentle it feels wrong and right at the same time ( the curse — not his personal curse, used as it is to how human he's grown in the past couple of decades, but the one that brought them all into this neighborhood — fights with his nature, but now that he fully remembers who he is, it doesn’t stand a chance ), and pulls her in close, leaving her enough space to move so she wouldn’t feel trapped, slipping one of his arms around her shoulders and taking her hand with the other, bringing it to rest against his heart, its slightly accelerated beat palpable through the thin material of the t-shirt he wears to bed, so she can feel that he's alive and right beside her, and kisses her temple, murmuring reassurances into her hair:

“ It's alright, sweetheart. I’m alive. I’m here. It would take a lot more than one little bullet to force me to leave you and Rose. ”

That last one is both his attempt to lighten the mood and the truth Belle's not yet aware of.

@bluebellestorybrooke ( Belle ), look what I found in my drafts! Apparently, this was supposed to be a reply to one of the 'my muse is having a nightmare, how does yours comfort them?' type of memes which I, for some reason, never sent...

[writesdeath]

priestess   on   her   hands   and   knees,   is   this   an   act   of   worship?   so   familiar;   how   many   times   has   she   found   herself   in   this   position?   only   for   her   gods   does   she   throw   herself   so   lowly   to   utter   praise,   pretty   little   hymns   dancing   on   tongues   of   those   who   bare   their   very   soul   to   high   divinity;   what   an   honor   it   is   to   be   loved   by   them.

this   love,   however,   burns ever   hot   —   and   priestess   wishes   to   worship   no   more.   hands   are   warm-   wet-   as   they   make   quick   work   feeling   the   earth   beneath   her.   manic,   searing   heat travel her veins-   by   gods   did   they   burn   and   burn   and   burn!   red   paints   pretty   little   limbs,   stains   pretty   little   dress   and   she's   on   hands   and   knees-   pretty   little   eyes   coveted   by   those   same   gods   that   loved   her   so,   red   and   red   and   red.

dagger lays abandoned at her side, blood paints blade and amane leaves it to be swallowed by the elements as she crawls forward. blinded again — in life and in death. curses die on girl's tongue, choked down by most pitiful whimpers and cries. blood loss tries to claim her and frame stumbles, she falls to the ground cries out again. what a pitiful display. chest heaves and she tries to pant for air that doesn't fill lungs fast enough.

face burns. eyes are consumed with fire. and yet, through her agony, the gods keep her from death's door yet. they instead bring a spectator, she thinks. hand is slow in speed, amane reaches forward toward figure watching over her. a sorry sight she is, and she knows it. tears and blood and dirt come together in cruel mixture, caked fingernails catch on @serpentsexile's shoes.

a witness to her despair, her god's cruelest joke yet.

❝   ah . . . ah . . . hahh .   .   .   ❞   words are drowned out, she cannot speak. merely squeak. they are cries, but not quite for help. kill me. kill me. kill me. grant her the mercy her gods refuse her so.

[funky-on-an-apocalyptic-night]

(MAJOR starter)

*an attack on the base had recently ended…but the respawn platform was destroyed and…Marina…she was impaled by one of dharkons tendrils…her soul being absorbed shortly after…she was gone…not coming back,Olivia refused to believe this fact…crying and begging her mother to wake up*

Cmon cmon mom! I can’t lose you and dad! No!

Oh crumbs!

Marina…no…

…they’ll pay…

While I am all for justice being served…I don’t believe now would be the best time…

We’re all impacted by this Olivia…vengeance isn’t the best solution…it might just get more people hurt.

YOU THINK I GIVE A SHIT?! I LOST BOTH MY PARENTS NOW!

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHATS GOING ON IN MY FUCKING HEAD RIGHT NOW! YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IM GOING THROUGH! SO SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!

I lost the ones who gave me life…so,I’m taking there’s.

(Event:Olivia’s wrath,unleashed)

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[three-random-sirens]

Open Starter 2: Someone Else Familiar?...

*An individual sat by the shore, lounging atop a rock, that was sticking out of the water. His tail fins dipped in the waves below.*

*They looked almost like Eurylochus… Wait. Eurylochus-?! Tail-?!... Oh-*

*It's a siren...*

*He simply hummed to himself, not showing any signs of cruel intent of being here. Currently, that is...*

<What do you do?>

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[thcdoomed]

🗡️||: Starter for @sailingtempest | teresa

The grove was saved, and while Dronia had to admit, it felt good, she mainly did it for the sake of the tieflings. She didn't like the wanton loss of lives, but the druids had basically sentenced the tieflings to death with their rite. Saving the refugees was what mattered most to her. But the group managed to stop the goblin camp and their leaders from causing a bigger loss of life, and that's what mattered. She had spent most of the celebration nursing the goblet in her hand, her heart still heavy and not into the idea of celebrating.

It wasn't until Teresa wandered near that Dronia snapped out of her thoughts. "Ah, I was starting to think you wouldn't make your way to this end of the camp. Everyone seems to have your ear tonight."

[drkroots]

          open starter ( mutuals only ! )

               "But what does this all mean for us?" He could play mundane for so long, but he was raised a hunter and knew of the potential of these supernatural life forms. Not all of them were inherently evil, far from it in fact, but there was always the chance of one trying to pull something truly heinous and then that would be it.

Cane tapped against booted foot and he let out a sigh before he spoke again, brows furrowed. "You think we'll ever find some sort of equal footing?"

[dealmxkerofgold]

He saw the moment it happened — the moment his Belle awakened.

With a smile, Rumple reached for her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the back in the old-fashioned way that was totally at odds with his 'rough cop' style, then down to rest on his chest, against his heart.

“ You have no idea how happy I am to see you back, Mrs Gold, ” his smile turned into a grin, as if he was saying an inside joke only the two of them were privy to, but his eyes softened and he stroked the simple golden band on her ring finger ( Mr and Mrs Weaver would always be a part of them, cursed or not... and he had to admit that, as much as he loved their life as it was before the curse, he couldn't look back with anything but fondness and even a twinge of nostalgia at the life they built as Detective Weaver and Ms French, at the time they spent in his small apartment that she somehow made feel like home ) , “ Or would you prefer 'Mrs Weaver'? ”

@bluebellestorybrooke ( Belle ) gets a starter in our Rose AU just because we talked about them getting married as Weavers and... well, I couldn't not make this cute idea into a sweet, with just a tinge of melancholy, starter)

[daggerofruin]

Tag dump time. Which I should've done earlier.