#❝⚜ starter ❠

[cloudpools]

⚜ @rpwiththelilflower liked for a starter! (From Carter)

It's no secret that when you're an artist, you're not doing it for the money. Sure, there are the sellouts that mass-produce garbage just to make a quick buck. Tape a banana to the wall, splatter some paint, and call it modern. Not that Carter was an art snob. That just wasn't his kind of art.

Unfortunately, making stuff from the heart doesn't always mean a steady flow of cash.

He had a relatively small place, but it was big enough for himself and his canvases so he couldn't complain. Well… that wasn’t exactly true. The walls were paper thin, and he often heard people through them. Stomping in the stairwell, conversations in the hallway, and his neighbor yapping away all day. Carter wasn't a buzzkill, nor was he a grumpy old man, but he also liked to get in the zone when he was drawing or painting. Loud music was the perfect solution to drown out the noise! Not that he was an asshole. He was only playing it during the day.

And then he gets a knock on his door.

He recognizes her as the neighbor. Madison? He'd passed by her every so often. They'd exchanged pleasantries and such but nothing more than that. He couldn't get a read on her, and he quirked a pierced brow, curious. People usually steered clear of him, his punk looks intimidating. He hated that they made the assumptions, but after 29 years of it, he'd gotten used to it. No one had ever knocked before.

"You need somethin'?" It sounds a bit harsh, but he hadn't intended for it to be that way. Music was blasting from behind him so he raised his voice so she could hear him... Though it may have been a bit aggressive. Ah well. Fuck it.

[dracaryse]

tentative starter call as i settle into this new blog! like this for a random starter! (please specify which dragon & which character if you're a multi, otherwise it will be random!) <3

[sansloii]

mini starter call! like this and i will materialize a mini starter for you :) multimuses, tell which one of your babies you'd like it for and i will throw a random muse at you ( unless you also know which one of mine you want ). capping at... 10? 10 is good

[deceptivemorals]

plotted with @malka-lisitsa

          elijah had grown very fond of katherine, or rather katerina now that he knows her actual name, over the past few months. neutrally explained. it was very rare that he developed a deeper interest in a human, and he knew it was better to stay away. humans and vampires were never a good combination, yet they seemed to meet by chance. admittedly, sometimes he had also set it out to appear at the place he knew she was working at, but sometimes she, too, seemed to cross his path.

         katerina was a special person, she had something indescribable about her that attracted him. therefore he had seen with great concern that she had obvious injuries the previous day; bruises which she tried to hide under makeup. in her movements that suggested pain. he had never addressed it directly and the answers to his indirect questions were usually formulated in such a way that he knew she did not want any further inquiries. but now he was sure that there was indeed someone who caused her pain. something that made him incredibly angry (raging mad, even), but since she wouldn’t drop any names, he couldn’t let this person pay.

         he had offered to take the pain away and heal her, and she had agreed, although she probably thought it was a joke on his part. that it was actually his blood that had the desired effect was unknown to her as he had cleverly hidden it by giving her a drink.

         the events of the previous day had led him to want to see her urgently today, which is why he drove to her address. he knew it because she had already invited him to her apartment once. he rang the bell, but no one opened the main door, which was not an obstacle, as he found someone else to open the door. when he finally stood in front of her apartment door, however, he smelled something that shouldn't be as prominent: blood.

         elijah knocked on her door. "katerina?" there was no reaction, so he looked around briefly and then opened the door with a deliberate blow.

         what he found was horrifying, she lay not far from the door in her own, already dried blood on the ground.

         "katerina!? katherine?!" immediately he hurried to her and kneeled beside her on the ground, his gaze searching where all the blood came from while at the same time trying to feel a pulse, although he could not hear a heartbeat and her gaze was fixed, empty, and immobile. he knew what this meant, but he didn’t want to accept it. she couldn't be dead. she shouldn't be dead. he couldn't have lost her.

         but ... was it even possible for her to be dead? there were a thousand thoughts on his mind, also calculating when he had given her his blood the day before.

         his gaze finally hung on a dark crusty spot on her dark top, which was slightly raised and shimmered metallic when looked closely. immediately he brushed his fingers carefully over the spot and could then actually grab a bullet that should not be at this place (even if it shouldn't be there at all). her body seemed to have expelled it, which was a sign that she'd wake up again.

         elijah released a breath, before closing his eyes and trying to focus which wasn't as easy because between the initial scare he had and the wrath he felt, he also knew that she wouldn't awake as she was before. if she were to awake, then she would be in transition.

         he opened his eyes and then rested his hand softly against her cheek. "you won't be hurt again. and you'll be avenged." he does not know who did this but he'll find out. elijah lifted her into his arms and carried her to the room which he suspected was her bedroom, to lay her on her bed. she shouldn’t have to wake up on the floor. he left the bedroom door open to hear any possible change or movement before returning to the scene and started cleaning it – more a distraction to himself, because besides his concern for her, there was also this incredible anger and vindictiveness. only when the floor was perfectly clean, he went back and stood at the bedroom door to give her the necessary space when she wakes up.  

[inundatae]

can i just say that neuvillette being terrible at tcg is so hilariously lore accurate.

while i've always seen him as being incredibly smart in a very bookish way, he takes everything at face value. being able to conceptualize strategies that require an understanding of how to predict the way people think is so beyond him.

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

🎃 Happy Halloween, my darlings~

꧁⁕༻♕༺⁕꧂ "Though the wind may howl through leafless trees, and the moon may shine a gloomy glow upon the land.  When demons and ghosts roam our world, know this, my darling, I will be here to protect you.  My arms will remain your haven during these haunting hours.

"Oh, but do not fret when you feel the coldness of my skin, and do not shy away from me, when you cannot see my magnificent beauty reflected in mirrors.  I am not your enemy. There are no tricks here.

"I am only a ‘Prince of the Night’, starved for love and companionship.  My delectable treat—I hunger for you. Tilt your head for me and let me prey; with one taste I will vow to stay by your side for all eternity, my darling."

Happy Halloween!

[incarnaet]

" so, if you and another person stand under that plant, the mistletoe .. you should both kiss ? " she's staring up at the mistletoe that hung in the doorway, careful not to stand under it, " it sounds very romantic. "

open starter, mutuals only.

[electrose]

open to mutuals.

❝ It's sweet of you to worry, but I'm fine. Just a little tired, is all. Why don't you join me for a cup of tea, hm? ❞

[destruqtivist]

muse: negan premise: twd verse. they stumble into each other/already know each other and meet again. open to m/f/nb. if you have any questions feel free to ask me!

He can already feel the telltale signs of the blood loss effecting him. He's sluggish and slow as he moves to secure the windows and doors of the decrepit home. There is a jolt of pain with every moment as he keeps pressure on his side with one hand as he blocks himself in the house to keep outside any dead or humans who might be looking to finish the fucking shit show they had rained down on him so unexpectedly. Nothing was safe anymore. Negan is moving toward what he assumes is the kitchen area to look for anything to tend to his wound. At first, he doesn't notice anything until he is fisting a rag around his hand to press to the gnarly bullet wound at his side: there was a water bottle and a small pile of food on the kitchen table.

Negan's brow wrinkles because no house was left unlooted this far into the hellish nightmare the world had become. Everything had been picked clean--especially in crowded areas--for as long as he could remember which could only mean he wasn't alone in that house. His free hand immediately goes to the gun at his side cocking the weapon as warning mostly. "Alright--whoever is fucking here show yourself and we can figure this out without any fuckery going on. I am in a real bad mood and not lookin' to attract every walker within miles with gunshots."

[cloudpools]

"You.... weren't supposed to see that!" Holly is mortified, staring at the intruder with wide hazel eyes. She'd thought that this alley was clear. A safe place to transform from magical girl to regular girl.

Whoops.

Marching up to whoever this person was, blonde pigtails bouncing with each step, she grabs them by the shoulders. "Promise. You have to promise you won't tell anyone about this." No one was supposed to know she was the one and only protector of the world: Iris!!!!

[demcnwrought]

( starter call!! like this for a thing from julien ;u; <3 would be helpful to specify if you're a multi. we can also dm to plot a bit if you have any ideas c: )

[sansloii]

as the graphic born of irritation and resignation suggests, this is a PERMANENT INTERACTION CALL for my mutuals. by liking this post, you give me permission to:

multiple, random asks ( prompted and unprompted )

bark loudly in your dms about our muses or whatever errant thought strikes me at like... 2am.

tag you in every little post i find that reminds me of our muses' dynamic

maybe a surprise mini starter or two if i don't have the mental battery of a goldfish

reply to your opens that are collecting dust even if i owe you threads because i saved it so long ago and still want to respond ( and we're under no obligation to finish the open thread )

send headcanon questions that visit me like a vision from an angry god

give you my heart and soul for the low low price of free

these are things i would already do to some degree if we're already speaking and letting out babies play in the sandbox together but i also never want to inundate anyone with more things that they can handle or overwhelm them with constant interaction. this is just my way of making sure that i'm not attaching extra weights to your ankles when i hyperfixate on our blorbos. cool? cool.

this post may or may not be updated in the future

[deceptivemorals]

@sonxofxansel liked the starter call (no longer accepting)

         "i harbor absolutely no desire to start a conversation with you. so whatever it is that you think of gaining or requesting by hoping to have this conversation with me, you won't achieve it." elijah knows who this person opposite of him is. and he also knows what this person is. elijah doesn't share many things with his father but if there's one thing that he does share with mikael, it's his aversion against this specific pack. one of them did kill his youngest brother. the loss of henrik was the reason vampirism was forced upon them. this pack was the reason that his village lived in fear on every full moon.

[majesticmulti]

open starter for aira shiratori !! // open for everyone !! :3

there was a cafe event for eden's newest cd drop, and of course, aira couldn't miss it. he was sure he would see a few hiyori standees, maybe he would be able to get some new merchandise as well. he had managed to drag one of his friends along as well. under the guise of him paying for their drink and snack. aira excitedly opened the door to the cafe, accidentally leaving his friend behind. an excited squeal left his lips at the atmosphere it was lovely !!~

after taking a moment to calm down he realized he left his friend behind. he quickly turned around to find them. upon finding the other he apologized. " i'm sorry... but can you take my picture with these standees ?? " gesturing to the standees that a few other fans were gathered around.

[emissaryoftheguilty]

ᴛᴀɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ 𝟏 / ?

⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ off duty. 🢐 ooc 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ criminal history. 🢐 headcanons 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ on duty. 🢐 ic 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ fight card. 🢐 pinned 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ death penalty. 🢐 dni 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ be on the lookout. 🢐 psa 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ witness statement. 🢐 answered asks 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ interrogation. 🢐 ask prompt 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ go the distance.  🢐 promo 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ administrative log. 🢐 queue 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ deliberation. 🢐 musings 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ riot. 🢐 meme 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ roughhousing. 🢐 dash games 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ ringside. 🢐 dash commentary 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ paraphernalia. 🢐 crack 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ law & order. 🢐 self-promo 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ video evidence. 🢐 video 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ composite sketch. 🢐 art 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ forensic artist. 🢐 my art 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ categorical approach. 🢐 wip 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ prison break. 🢐 open starter 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ arraignment. 🢐 closed starter 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ continuance. 🢐 thread 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ indictment. 🢐 thread end 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ the warden. 🢐 visage 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ phonograph. 🢐 music 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ confession. 🢐 one-shot 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ crime scene investigation. 🢐 introspection 🢒 ⋆༺𓆩⚜𓆪༻⋆ ⸺ cogs & wheels. 🢐 aesthetic 🢒

[incarnaet]

" just hold still, please .. " a bag rests at her side, filled with various items : most noticeably bandages, and other first aid items she sometimes carried with her. it was thanks to salome that she was able to know how to clean and wrap an injury. even with being as gentle as she could be as she wipes at dried blood and muck, ceres knows that it must hurt. it wasn't just one wound, but a few -- one of them much deeper than the rest, and the one that she was most worried about. she'd not missed the way they shifted as she barely grazed the area with a wet cloth. " it hurts, doesn't it .. ? i'm sorry, but you'll have to endure it only a little longer. i'll be done soon. " she states her apology with genuine sympathy, even offering a reassuring smile.

open starter, mutuals only, pre established welcome.