#﹝✧ OPEN STARTER ✧ ﹞ — mutuals only

[boombambaby]

PERMANENT STARTER CALL. --- LIKE this post for a little something-something from everyone's favorite, undeniably handsome Emperor, KUZCO!

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[letsstaytuned]

"ATTENTION, EVERYONE!"

"I have devised the very best and most encaptivating redemption exercise this hotel has EVER seen! And you'll be doing it with a smile!"

"Gather round as it is mandatory participation!"

All the doors suddenly lock, trapping everyone in the lobby.

[sclfcare]

𖥨 ̟⊹ ♡ mutuals only ! open to f / nb !

" i'm sorry i don't like hearing you gushing over what's - his - fuckin' - face . " ─── " why are you even still with him ? too embarrassed to tell mommy and daddy you're actually in love with a fuck up like me instead ? "

[brokendreamscreation]

[Aftermath of M!A Wrath of the Fallen]

Nearly a week has passed since the catastrophe in Pride Ring. Much of the physical wounds have healed, the few lingering abrasions from the holy chains that bound Lucid and God’s Flame that will likely leave a scar above part of his lip. But of the physical damage, the trauma from his halo forcibly shattered and then magically mended left the worst. These days it glowed so much dimmer and gave a low pitched hum, like when air pressure shifts in one’s ear. To many, it seems like the seraph is close to falling all over again and this time not by outside forces.

Maybe he is…

Lucid did not return to his work after being released, the impact of it all mentally and emotionally wounding him beyond capabilities to do so. He does not use his powers, even for minute things. Wings now healed remain closed against his back, the wind beneath them gone to take flight. In place of the wrath that flamed his hues orange and sclera black were once more sky blue, but with a distant, haunted gaze.

In his room Lucid hides away, the lights notably dim and lack of a clear night sky upon the ceiling. Seated in the alcove, the blue seraph has his knees drawn to his chest and hugged as he stares through veiled curtains at the world outside. Half-lidded, puffy eyes give away the tears he’s been shedding, but now it is emotionless and dull. The light and shine of Lucid’s joy appears to have gone out…

[siiinfully]

OPEN. for: m basic plot: your muse has been doing something for hours (ex. work, gaming, gardening, whatever) and she decides to pull him away by walking up to him n.aked

"....baby? Are you sure you won't be able to join me?" she asked, leaning seductively against the doorframe, her robe dropping to the ground and leaving her completely bare.

[huntershowl]

i really want to do soft little threads where seph cooks for someone or takes them on her motorcycle ... grumpy domesticity ... perhaps like for a thing in that vein??

[cervidae-demon]

Don't mind Alastor just dipping raw meat slices into coffee ground and chewing it. Weird cravings are already starting apparently.

[bladef8]

open starter; yearning

He is a weapon, and weapons are not supposed to weep. Yet he does. His former master had been cruel, forcing him to stay in blade form as much as possible. His former master did not want companionship — all he wanted was power. His unrelenting pursuit of power ended up being his downfall, the cruel man struck down by a band of strangers. The strangers are an odd bunch, each with their quirks. The oddest of them all is his new master. His new master is unaware of the soul that lurks within the blade yet nevertheless treats him carefully, cleaning him after every fight and sharpening his edges. In terms of his weapon form he has not been taken care of this well in such a long time.

His humanoid form is left lonely and wanting. He craves conversation and a bite of their fresh stew. He craves a gentle touch, a hand to hold his or a hug to envelope him. He is afraid to reveal himself to his new master. What are the chances of them being what he needs? He is afraid and lonely so he cries, unaware of the fact his cries are waking his new master.

[localwebslingers]

| Open Starter - Spooky AU |

The door was shut behind him and Peter put all of his strength against it to keep it that way. Just in case. Because he'd seen enough in the last hour to know that the door, one way or another, had to stay closed. The single minded way those...god were they even people anymore? Probably not, there was no way, some of them looked like they shouldn't even be able to get up at all but there they were. Walking around. Stalking about. Filling some of the halls and rasping breaths and...

He held a hand up, straining to listen for just that beyond the doorway and waited. Something to fall, a muffled, rasping groan, for anything. It could have been seconds or it could have been minutes, Peter had no idea but he finally let out a breath and relaxed his stance. No sound, no danger warning from spider sense, that was the best it was going to get for now, "...I think we're okay." he said softly, not ready to actually move away from the door yet, "Any idea how to actually get out of here? Because I'm not exactly looking forward to the idea of facing night of the living dead out there."

[hvbris]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 . 𝐃𝐑. 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍 mutuals only

Dr. Soliman looked at the patient's chart for a moment, his eyes drifting on the paper. Then, he looked up, the shadow of a polite smile on his lips. "So tell me, how are you feeling today?"

[goldenf8]

open starter; divine intervention

Zahari is a demigod who is frequently underestimated. Between his soft appearance and gentle voice, many mistake him for a healer and nothing more. While it is true that he heals others and he would much rather spend his time solely treating the sick and wounded, the world is a cruel place. He has not survived this long without learning to defend himself and most importantly, how to defend others.

His spear glows with bright, golden celestial energy as he drives it through the skull of a mindflayer. Its fresh, warm blood splashes on him, staining his pale skin and light armor. "We must keep moving," he urges his companion, "our only path is forward!"

[toksikk]

Muse: Michael (18-22. South Park)

Open to: M/F

Michael took a drag of his cigarette as he shuffled over to the other. "Hey. you busy? I mean like tonight? A few of us were going to hang out, if you want to join."

[siiinfully]

OPEN. for: m basic plot: she has a boyfriend but hasn't had any s.ex in months, and someone she knows offers to help her get off potential connections: stepsiblings, best friends, colleagues, neighbors

"He's been avoiding me," she sighed. Riley had been waiting for him out by the pool, a beach umbrella keeping her cool despite the sun overhead. Her body was glistening with the sunblock she'd just applied, and she shifted a little to face him. "I don't know if it's something I did or because he doesn't find me attractive anymore. He only talks to me when he needs something, and...."

Should she tell him? It seemed like a very personal matter, but they've known each other for years.

"...he hasn't f.ucked me in months. I've been trying to understand why, but I'm just so h.orny." Another sigh, and she lay back down on the beach chair. Despite having him there, she could feel her hand inch lower as if her body could no longer control itself.

[pcisin]

angel dust was in the middle of talking when he noticed someone staring at him. he looks over and frowns "'ey, bucko."

"my eyes are up here. keep staring at my tits and its gonna cost ya. and i ain't cheap."

[cervidae-demon]

Husk's tail can be seen from the top of the bar's roof...

He's been up there for a few days now

[bxrningembers]

"Neon lights Warm the windy nights While a scrapyard kitten starts to cry And the dust covered memories fill my eyes"

The soft melody of the song could be heard in the background as Valentino looked out over the balcony of the ritzy looking casino. The music wasn't coming from with in. It was far too gloomy sounding for a place like this. He was mostly here for the food rather than gambling but the music off in the distance was a nice contrast to the loud bustle inside. He simply took it in and listened for a few moments before taking out his small notebook and started to sketch as he waited for his order.