#( t. starter. )

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON! Have some merch

recently received new stock photos for the Terrible Pink T-Shirts i sell on etsy, and i find them so funny for some reason...

look at the smiling attractive people wearing their (also smiling!) attractive fashion wear!

[vexter-the-comedian]

*[OC/N] walks down onto the lobby for a snack, nearly forgetting to eat. Luckily their stomach remides them. Aggressively. Walking down [OC/N] hears....tapping coming from the kitchen. Odd to say the least. The tapping seems to be sounding to the rhythm of a Chuck Berry song. Peeking over, [OC/N] sees....Vexter?*

*Damn.....go, white boy, go-*

[*wheeze*]

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

In the whole “what would the Starks do if Jon’s parentage ever came to light” debate, the most interesting figure to me is Robb Stark. Ned is already caught between a rock and a hard place: duty and love to both his king and his sister’s son, though he already committed treason once to save Lyanna’s boy. Catelyn the embodiment of the Tully words, “family, duty, honor”, is fiercely loyal to her husband and children - but not to Jon. So if she was ever put in a position to choose, it’s obvious what she would do. Then there’s Robb. He’s his father’s heir, his mother’s pride. He’s named after Robert Baratheon, the ruling king of the seven kingdoms, as a testament to his father’s upbringing and love for his friend. But Jon is his brother; his best friend; his greatest companion. Where Ned’s choice would leave him conflicted, Robb doesn’t share the same loyalty to the king. So when forced to fight for the crown or his brother’s life, he’d obviously choose his brother. Which would be an interesting twist of fate. Ned and Robert rebelled for their lives many years prior. How interesting it would be for the boy who bears Robert’s name and the boy who bears Ned’s face to rise in rebellion again.

[pvxxie]

in his hand, a knife that looks strikingly similar to the others. mimicking a weeping face, he rubs at his eyes mockingly. he wishes to enrage the other, wanting to see him get worked up over the fact that he has stolen his kill. does he feel guilty for it? not at all, in fact he is quite prideful. while he knows that the other had been chasing after this one for some time, he'd beaten him to the punch. not - so hard when he was eager as ever.

  ﹙    𝕸.  ﹚

❝   OH.   ❞ a nonchalant yet MELODIOUS voice came out of the mask . the tone inside sounded POETIC , but flowing through the material , it verged on harshness . he was not a typical murderer . he wanted to kill , but fun was the pedestal of the whole process of sowing DESTRUCTION . the clown ? he had met many of them , but none that EXCITED him so much . his whole body trembled with emotion , and his fingers tightened on the knife . ❝ what will you do, snowflake ? ❞ he was losing control of his nerves , inconsolable that he had failed to kill another person . the momentary elation of cutting through the old woman's body was not ENOUGH . what would it taste like to kill a clown ? what would he look like during evisceration ? ❝ when i widen your smile with a knife stained with the dried blood of a previous victim ? ❞ he giggled madly , straightening his body .

[hellishhotel]

"Ooh! Look at this cute little city~!"

*She'd say as the city shook.*

[myhappyxending]

But I Built Walls So High || Regina & Robin || @uvthegaymerrp

Regina had promised to help the others get rid of the Wicked Witch, and she planned to keep that promise. She missed Henry something fierce. It showed in every conversation that she had with anyone that still had their family. She'd had to give up everything she ever loved twice. And the irony that both of those humans had been named Henry. She wouldn't wish this on her worst enemy. Strike that. She would. She wished she could trade places with any one of them if it meant not having her heart broken.

They had returned to the Enchanted Forest over a month ago. Every day was spent trying to figure out the right components to create a spell to banish the Wicked Witch. With Zelena taking up residence in her castle, she didn't have access to her vault so she had to rely on the others to help her find ingredients. She didn't like relying on anyone.

And as insufferable as Snow and Charming were, she wouldn't admit that their presence somewhat helped to cull the loneliness she felt from missing Henry. If only there was a way to check in on him, then maybe she could learn to live with her heartbreak. Not that she would ever get over the loss of her son. She could only hope that Emma was doing what was best for him. Learning to trust the Savior had been hard in and of itself, and then it felt like a slap in the face when she'd had to give Henry to her in the end.

These very thoughts are what had her wide awake. Seeking fresh air, she exited the cottage that she'd been sharing with the Charmings. She had forgone her usual Evil Queen manner of dress and had settled for a soft dark red dress that flowed about her legs. Her hair hung loose about her shoulders. She knew that Robin Hood and his Merry Men had taken up camp not far from the cottage, but they'd been well-mannered enough to keep their distance.

So imagine her surprise when she walked down the path to the small lake that she found she wasn't alone. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat as she saw a dark figure a few feet from where she had entered the clearing right before the shore. It took her a moment to recognize that it was Robin Hood himself. She'd saved his son from one of Regina's evil Flying Monkeys when they'd first returned, and she hadn't been able to get the boy's grateful smile out of her mind. She had handed him the toy, and he'd touched her hand gently as he took it.

"I'm sorry. I can go." She turned, knowing that even though she had turned away from her evil ways that so many of them still didn't trust her. They probably never would. She had accepting her fate a long time ago. Trust was a hard thing to earn. Especially when you had done so many terrible, and evil, things.

[souenkun]

Pokemon monopoly johto edition at my house, 7 pm sharp today!!!! 🗣🗣🗣

[crownmemes]

Professor T Sentences, Condensed

(Sentences from Professor T (2021-). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Trauma scrambles the senses. It transforms even the most lucid mind into a labyrinth."

"My interest is purely academic. I do not like to get my hands dirty."

"I love you, even though I sometimes wonder why."

"You can't hide out here forever, you know. You have to go home sometime."

"You can't hide out here forever, you know. You have to go home sometime."

"Being human is overrated."

"Alcohol is the anaesthesia by which we endure the operation of life."

"Why don't you ask me on a proper date?"

"People stare at me in the street. They think I look like a weirdo."

"Persistence and conviction are very admirable. Stubborn-mindedness is not."

"I always understood, you know, and I have forgiven you. You just need to forgive yourself."

"What is a son's duty to his father? To respect him, even if he doesn't deserve our respect?"

"We are one misstep away from a downwards spiral into delinquency, dept, dependency, destitution, and a premature death."

"I am planning on undertaking a course of therapy."

"Pretending not to know what we do know is unhealthy. It is a recipe for insanity."

"There's only one all-seeing being who knows a man's affairs as well as, if not better than, he knows them himself: his secretary."

"I sense resistance - hostility, even - towards the very idea of re-examining your past."

"Only an infinitesimal proportion of those of us who have contemplated an unlawful killing proceed to turn thoughts into deeds."

"Therapy is not a game of chess. It's not psychological one-upmanship."

"Don't be so literal."

"My treachery has its limits."

"Past experience suggests that you shall have to talk to me eventually."

"I am not familiar with the idiom, but I do understand the sentiment."

"I knew that therapy was a bad idea."

"Were you born heartless or did the job make you like this?"

"If you kill me, this unpleasantness ends. If you do not, I have a captivating anecdote for my memoirs."

"It's fascinating, is it not? The language of non-verbal behaviour."

"You have barely looked me in the eye. What are you concealing?"

"You really have no decency, do you?"

"Have you any idea how ridiculous you sound?"

"I fail to see what you hope to achieve with this approach."

"When you can admit that your idealised self is not the authentic one, that creates an opportunity for change."

"You are straying dangerously close to offering advice about a situation you know little about."

"I sense a retreat into studied superiority and neutered emotions."

"I have to tell the truth. If I do not tell the truth, I do not know who I am."

"I didn't know I could do that!"

[avalior]

starter call - like this for a short lyric starter, muse will be rolled randomly.

[warncdandwiles]

open

something was not right. Not right at all. He awakes from a rather ugly and humiliating incident with the little dragon (he's made of snow and hit something at a good speed; it takes time to literally pull himself together) and on instinct, he'd dropped into the snow. Licked his wounds, metaphorically, before re-emerging somewhere in his icy landscape. He adjusts his hat, dabs the side of his head as if knocking water (or in this case, snow) out of his ears.

And is met with quiet. An oppressive quiet. The snow here feels...wrong? How can that be? Did he hit his head harder than he thought?

"James?" he calls, and his voice does not ring in harmony with the icy terrain like he ought to. He --- can't describe it. He is not at home.

He rubs the back of his head. "Oh. This would happen to me."

He's near the border to Greenland, but even that looks unfamiliar. He doesn't recognise those mountains, this sky...

[sincerely--me]

//Starter post for @maguro-sasakireal!

*It seemed like a normal day. Just the same thing.

The desert hot as ever, but in the distance there seems to be a large network of tents and buildings built into rocks, built in a circular fashion around a large oasis...

[biitchcakes]

the way her demeanour IMMEDIATELY shifts when someone recognises her absolutely sends me every single time

[likecometsx]

┘chris&?? *☄ open starter // @hiddenstarters

it's disorienting to be brewing a potion in your mother's kitchen one minute and standing in a random alley the next - though not entirely unusual for a halliwell. still, stepping into the sun on the street of a city that was definitely not san francisco had chris scratching his head and panicking a perfectly reasonable amount.

he stopped the first normal looking stranger passing by on the sidewalk with a wave and quick apology. "crazy question. i'm acknowledging that, which hopefully makes it a little less crazy sounding." he paused, but not long enough for any sort of reassurance from the stranger. "could you tell me where i am? and what year it is?"

[stingslikeabee]

@poeticphoenix . from here

It had been a hobby like any other - and common among theater folk like Melissa, aspiring to make their breakthrough any time soon. Thrift shops had the most intriguing items - one man's trash being another's treasure, as the old saying went. Many of these little places had kept pieces which had been fundamental for the woman to feel like a certain character for an audition which was eventually successful, and as long as her findings were not expensive... There was always room for another trinket.

The actress did not know what compelled her to acquire that particular amulet-like necklace. It looked ancient and mysterious, perhaps the item that one belonging to royalty would own. Or maybe a witch from a long, powerful line with roots tracing back to Europe - the possibilities were endless, and so were the potential roles and profiles conjured by Melissa's ever creative mind.

The one thing that she didn't account for while trying it on before bed was for the object to hold any real power - it took her a second to realize that the glow of the jewelry was not a trick of the bedroom light and that it was doing something of its own. Melissa stopped combing her hair and frowned, picking up the somewhat heavy pendant for a closer inspection, then looking at mirror once more...

...And finding him.

The brunette's eyes went wide with surprise, dropping the amulet instantly. The vanity mirror showed her an impossible (or improbable) scene of another right at her side, a curious thing when Melissa had been living alone in that tiny flat for a few years now. It was something out of a horror movie, to suddenly realize that your quarters had been invaded by an uninvited guest - except that apparition (or ghost) hardly looked... Evil.

The girl's following actions were probably not what the average person would have done in her place - instead of smashing the mirror, unclasping the necklace or even rubbing their eyes to see if they were not delusional, Melissa turned in her chair, moving towards the man that had just manifested in that room. As if spellbound, the first thing she did was to touch him - reaching out with both hands, like a child too mesmerized by something magical and otherworldly.

To her surprise - he was tangible; solid and warm, even, like a person. Melissa's gaze translated all the confusing and exciting emotions that swirled within and that could not yet be trusted to be handled through speech: was he real? That man looked like the tragic hero of an epic work of art, a prince of some distant era, the paladin to a forgotten god or an avatar of some deity known only in exotic lands.

But when he spoke up - Melissa understood every single word. It was English alright (even if with the faintest accent that she could not place), refined and polite as if he had came alive from a play. The woman gasped then, withdrawing both hands as if she had burned him or harmed the stranger somehow - but then realizing the content of his words and how remarkably similarly it felt to a fairytale.

It was real, wasn't it? A creature trapped in an amulet rather than a gennie in a lamp. Melissa's honeyed eyes were so full of wonder and expectation that she barely blinked, consuming the visuals of that apparition and believing herself insane for a second - there was touch, warmth, a distinctive baritone and even...

...Did he smell of spice? The faintest, barely-there scent of something distant and foreign, an entirely believable fact given the simple but regal robe covering his body.

"Are you real?" her voice was but a whisper, Melissa's hands going back to him just as they had originally done. In the event of an affirmative answer, that was a remarkably bold act: to hold and inspect another through touch without the excuse of prior knowledge and intimacy. And yet, she couldn't help it - but wasn't that a trait of all mankind? To yearn and reach for all things magical and extraordinary, even when they had no claim to it?

"Who are you?"

[depressedzee]

Sleepy duo

[ltxoliviabenson]

If It Ain't You || Olivia & Rafael || @thebestdefence

Olivia felt as if she hadn't been outside her apartment in four days. The truth of the matter was that she had only left once the day before to get Noah's medicine from the pharmacy after they'd failed to messenger it over like she'd requested. She'd had to go and ask her older neighbor to stay with Noah while she made that quick trip. She hadn't even bothered to change her clothes or shower. She was still wearing the same clothes which consisted of a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. The only thing she had done was pull her hair up into a messy ponytail and bun combination and pulled on her NYPD sweatshirt.

That had also been the only human contact that she'd had in as many days as well. She missed her squad. She missed them so desperately that she'd taken to calling in and checking in on their open cases and learned they had a couple new ones that seemed to be cut and dry and going smoothly. She was almost disappointed that she hadn't had to beg Lucy to come and stay with Noah so she could go to work for a few hours.

This feeling is what had her on the phone scrolling through her saved numbers. Her thumb hovered above Rafael Barba's name as she wrestled with herself to press the call button or not. The former won out as she pushed the speaker option on her screen and waited for her friend to answer. The truth was that she'd missed him more than she'd missed the squad. That notion was enough to make her almost hang up the phone on the third ring. Her heart skipped a beat as her mind went a thousand different directions as to what that might mean.

She feared that she would have to leave a message, and thought maybe that it would be better to text him instead when she heard the call connect on the other end. "Hey, Barba. I hope you're not busy…"