#☆ ❛ NEW BEGINNINGS. ❜ ( STARTERS. )

[shima-draws]

AAAAAAAA OMG only 193 eggs for this one!!

[thwipsnapped]

hello, please like this post for a lyric starter. i may also send some memes your way !

[clochanam]

" look. i know you don't owe me, nor anyone else, a blessed thing. but i wouldn't have picked up the phone if i'd thought of any other option. and i'm not asking you to do anything bad. i promise. i would never do that. but this does need to be done, and i don't trust anyone else the way i trust you. we just need to follow a few leads. nobody gets hurt. i swear to you, @ziminiysoldat. " / S.C.

[uravityxo]

🍓⸝⸝˚₊・like ! this post for a starter from ochako uraraka ♡ i may send a lil message to plot, or i may go crazy go stupid !!

[why-the-heck-not]

ugh gonna have to start a new sourdough starter; this one has a bit of mold in the sides of the jar (not on the starter itself) and ik some ppl on the internet say u could just take some of it out to a new jar and keep going, I think the safest bet is to just start over. It's only a month old, and better to go back a month than to always wonder if I'm lowkey poisoning myself every time I make bread (and wouldn't feel comfortable abt sharing that bread/starter with other ppl bc one thing to poison urself, but others?? that's a big no).

[boombambaby]

[ Closed Starter for @adorable-feisty-misfit ]

One word; Yzma. One minute, Kuzco was strolling through the palace halls at a relaxed step, admiring the long line of portraits of himself in various poses and states of dress lining the walls. His newest royal advisor kept pace with him, walking by his side and steadily reading off of a list of ‘to do’ items to be completed or dismissed within the next week. They were still running damage control from Yzma’s power grab, removing all traces of her likeness from the palace and deciding what if any of her ‘changes’ could be kept. “. . . The royal bust she commissioned for the front entrance— “ “Scrap it.” “— Eggplant colored drapes lining the throne room and adorning all of the public hallways within the palace— “ “Nope. Eggplant, shmegplant. Who even likes that color?” A pause, and he chuckles at his bad attempt at a joke. “You know what I mean. Forget it. Next.” “— She sent a courier to each village to speak with the village leaders and figure out when their harvest would be complete for her coronation ceremony.” “Hm. Might not be a bad idea to keep at least part of that one.” “— She planned a new temple to be built in your honor, to be finished by early next week.” “Nope. Not dead. X-nay, the emple-teh. Next.” It continued like that for some time, the two of them making their leisurely way towards the throne room where he was to oversee the peasants complaints and delegate responsibility for new projects to his council. Kuzco dismisses his advisor as they turn the corner, waving him off so he can head to the throne room proper to meet with his Royal Scribe ahead of the peasant petitions-- which is exactly when he spots what looks like a lost . . . child? Wandering around the halls. ". . . Well, this can't be good."

[warriorled]

you know the drill, like this post for a short starter. might be a one - liner, might be a short para, but will definitely be something short and simple that can always evolve into something longer later.

[revearies]

you know what, like this post for a short starter. might be a one - liner, might be a short para, but will definitely be something short and simple that can always evolve into something longer later. please specify muse or fandom.

[prosebushpatch]

So I decided to restart my animal crossing new leaf for the 3ds file completely but I didn't know that Tom Nook would OFFER TO BUY the entire town and let you carry over the money to the new town and it's hysterical because the mayor basically peaces out, cashes in on 30 million bells, changes entire identity, and accidentally becomes the mayor in a new town. There's a fanfic there but I'm too lazy to write it.

[thiefed]

you know the drill, like this post for a short starter. might be a one - liner, might be a short para, but will definitely be something short and simple that can always evolve into something longer later.

[fiiirsthero]

@gloryseized liked for link!

It was a strange and surreal experience to feel like his memories were being actively rewritten. Time had already passed and this moment had already been etched in memorium, but it was changing now. It was happening... differently.

There had been no Hero here. There hadn't been one for a very long time. But now there--

Lucas wasn't a stranger in the court of Rauru and Sonia, but it would be hard to say they were friends. They each had a job and it was best if none of them interfered with each other. And was it interfering to want to learn more about the Hero that appeared who should and could not have been there?

"Hello." He wasn't dressed the same way as Rauru's court, instead in simple brown pants and dark shirt and a cloak, one that hid the faded red scarf that was wrapped around his neck. If anything, the style was far more reminiscent of clothing era's past, a style that would swing back around close to ten thousand years in the future.

The horse he was riding, a disinterested mare, snorted before beginning her work of ridding the field of any flowers she could see. Horses themselves were hardly common now, phased out in favor of the use of Zonai technology. Lucas found he had never been able to adapt, though.

"I haven't seen you here before. New people aren't really common with Rauru's court."

[storiesofthenight]

Mutuals, feel free to like this for a starter from Aemond [House of the Dragon] or Eluon [The Lord of the Rings]. Please specify setting or verse if you wish. If you're a multi, specify from which muse please?

[ofliarsandlovers]

open starter | bryan & ? - location: the merchant district

Holding two palettes up into the light, Bryan's dark eyes are laser focused on the colour stories of each one, mentally weighing the pro's and cons of buying either, or. He has similar variations of the items clutched in both of his hands, but of course one can never have enough when it comes to art supplies. He becomes acutely aware of a presence nearby him and his head shoots around, eyes widening slightly as he steps forward to get out of their way, mumbling an apology as he pulls the items closer to his chest so as to take up as little space in the store as possible.

[clochanam]

" we're long overdue a girls' day out, but i'd be lying if i said there wasn't a secret ulterior motive. " she pauses for long enough to overtake a poorly parked prius, tutting sharply as the old lady sitting within shakes her tiny fist at her. focus restored, she offers an apologetic smile to @freezegirl that might be for a lot more than the temporary distraction. " i know i've been less focused than you deserve lately, an leanbh, and i can't tell you how sorry i am for that. so today it's just you and me, okay? we'll go wherever you want, we can talk and catch up! does that sound okay to you? " / S.C.

[aeternxm]

starter from x | @cryptidsncurios

radiant garden had seen better days, for sure. where there had once been elaborate and ever expanding gardens - rose bushes, flowerbeds and peach trees that lea vividly remembers climbing ( usually only because isa had dared him ) to pluck fruit for later, only to be chased off by ansem's apprentices, now stood ruins and scaffolding.

radiant garden was slowly being rebuilt, sure, but it would never be restored to it's former glory. there was some sort of bittersweet nostalgia there, lea could feel it.

but, home was home. and regardless of how radiant garden looked now, lea was still happy to be back. once xehanort had been dealt with and the dust had settled, lea was finally given time to breathe, to really get used to life after the organization and make something of himself.

only thing, lea had noticed, was that a lot of the people he had once associated with weren't here anymore - whether they'd moved on or passed on, lea wasn't sure - but they sure as hell weren't here and that had given him something else to deal with -- getting comfortable in his own company.

walking through the streets that had once been so empty, now showing the beginnings of the bustling town that it once was, lea notices a familiar uniform - ansem's apprentices. huh, didn't think there was much use for 'em now.

was ansem even still around?

lea walks a bit closer, trying to see just who it is, and it's only a few steps in that he realizes who he's looking at. there's a brief thought 'turn around, walk the other way - you don't have to talk to him' but it's like his legs are working against him as he finds himself in front of someone he didn't think he'd ever have the displeasure pleasure of seeing again.

" geez, apprentices were really scraping the bottom of the barrel when they let you back in, huh? "

[recitedemise]

There are so many personalities, perhaps a number flirting closer to a million or several. In that end, to grasp them all, one has better start learning, devouring all manner of manual and tomes. However, never one to be bested, Miraak trudges on admirably, and to credit, discreet as ever, Gale had hardly noticed.

But then, in all fairness, they, sat together, had technically just met. He hadn't known Miraak before, the man he'd grown to be when battered with solitude. Gale hadn't flavored his distrust or the quality of those men that had come here before him, and so, Miraak plunging longly in that study of biology? To Gale, it all seemed part and parcel with his hunger to learn. Surely, he little meant to suss him, learning how to treat this wizard in his tailored-fine velvets. Even Gale, half a peacock, wouldn't dare to assume a thought so flattering, but gods preserve him, Gale, unlike Miraak, isn't anywhere near as subtle. Even more so, Gale, unlike Miraak, is gleefully talkative.

After all, some studies, he would happily wager, are better learned beyond the pages of leather-clad books. This is where they differ, a stark chasm in their beings that would rival a ravine. Even after his isolation, Gale would jump oh so willingly into bartering words. He's a...fondness in him still, a sort of honeyed-up soul his rot couldn't conquer. It makes him honestly kind, stubbornly affable regardless if the day would strike him harder, and -- well, he's a mortal thing, too, simple with his wants and his vulnerable heart. Scholars long for knowledge in their hours with their books, but to his core, it was connection that Gale felt starved of the most.

It's a secret. And so, perhaps they've a pretense that they both will nurse.

Stirring, Gale looks to the page that Miraak thumbs on open. He looks to it, seeing little beyond words and a half-scrabbled image of some drawing of Atmora. It's conjecture a best, so shrouded in uncertainty and mystery as it is. It's a bygone era, and sadder still, an echo of a time with whom but one soul can hear. Gale listens to Miraak, their gazes locking as his host, his friend, shares a little of himself. Gale's heart folds a little, that emeralding glow freckling soft in his eyes. Like earth and moss and leaves upon the peat... Loneliness. Not for the first time, he thinks there's not a man more lonely.

"I hale from Waterdeep," he offers, "not so ancestral admittedly, but no less the hotbed for culture and aspiring innovations." He conjures up an image. "I live at her docks, surrounded always with waters as she winks with the sunrise. In the morning, I would smell the stirring of the bakeries preparing for the early birds, and at night, I would watch the stars where they would glimmer the proudest and brightest." Full and alive. There and present. The mirage before them twinkles like an ocean with a breeze, and Gale, looking up, gauges his companion.

Miraak... "How long have you been here?" / @bendwill, continued from here.