#* ♡ ic : ⟨ starter. ⟩

[lon3lyqu3en]

She's currently walking out the alley, looking a bit banged up before slowly walking towards the bench as she sat down.

".....damnit"

[sd-vtm]

Okay Mrs Bossy Bolts.. @enigmaincrimson

“ Whatever.. I’m not here for idle chitchat..so hurry up would you?” The other mumbled under her breath, arms rather crossed tightly around her as the drone turned back around to eye the open space before them. Why did she get stuck being someone’s stupid bodyguard? She could be off helping take down human bases but nooo, lets put V on babysitting duty! As if the humans would come all the way out here..

Sure they where in a war with the fleshies, but come on.. Can’t the other take care of her self..? The shorter femdrone turned her head around and peered over a shoulder again to watch curiously. “…What are you doing anyways.?”

Came the burning question she been dying to ask since they both got here. One could tell her irritation was getting higher, from the swishing of her syringevtsil idly flicking more behind her.

[alicornae]

    The stars decorated the night skies like jewels, shimmering in the darkness. The moon had finally reached its peak, its silvery light shining down at the ponies below- awake and buzzing with energy despite the late hours. 

  The summer night was warm and alive, with droves of ponies arriving in Canterlot for its main event. Golden banners and ribbons decorated every corner of the city, and foals laughed and ran about with streamers and sparklers while the adults dressed their best made their way uptown, towards the castle itself, talking with friends all the while.

  A night of celebration was upon them, and they gathered at the castle gate to be greeted by its splendor. Decorated to its fullest, and lit up by magic spells and candles, the castle entrance was enchanting.

  Three doors were upon the double sided staircases that curved into the walkway, and nestled oddly in there were three tall mirrors that shone with a strange magic- cascading the light like water on the ground.

As ponies and creatures from all across Equestria gathered and settled there, music suddenly filled the yard- brass and regal. It caught everyone's attention, with ears perked up as the sound swelled and danced in the air before it fell like a feather- softer now.

  With one glance up, ponies exclaimed in excitement as they saw their queen emerge- regal and as magical as always. Her white coat shone in the candle light, and her half braided mane flowed softly- Queen Celestia smiled at the large crowd, lilac eyes glimmering. Then beside her emerged a more reserved alicorn- her dark blue coat looking like the night itself stood there. In a gossamer dress of white with dark blue armor around her shoulder and neck, Queen Luna stood dutifully- watching over the crowd.

  The music gave one last big hurrah before it drifted off, the crowd cheering for their monarchs. And it was with the wave of one golden hoof from Celestia, that the crowd simmered down and let the ambiance of the night take over- though the air held its breath, waiting for her to speak.

“  Welcome my little ponies! We give a warm welcome to the creatures of Equestria that have traveled here tonight. We appreciate each and every one of you who has come here tonight- for We come to celebrate the longest day of the year, and more importantly- We celebrate the reunion of Queen Luna and I. For a thousand long years We were apart, but now we can look forward to making up for lost time and spend longer together- as sisters.  ”

Celestia and Luna share a look, and the younger alicorn melts into a smile. Celestia matches the smile, and they cross their horns for a brief moment before she continues on.

“  Before we properly get started, there is no doubt that you have noticed some changes,  “  she acknowledges, waving a wing down to the ground below her to where the mysterious mirrors stand,  “  Not only has Equestria become more united than ever- thanks to Princess Twilight and her friends -but we wanted to extend our hoof further in friendship to worlds beyond our own.  ”

This causes ponies to glance at one another- whispers rising around the crowd before all goes silent once more.

“  Through magic and these ancient portals, we have invited a few from other worlds to join us in our celebration- and to show them what Equestria has achieved. We ask that you all put your best hoof forward and show them that through friendship, anything can be achieved. ”

  Celestia raises her wings, and Luna follows. Their spiraling horns shine with a brilliant light of gold and blue, and all three mirrors hum and start to glow white. After a tense moment, something steps out  ….

[  EVENT BEGIN ! ]

welcome to the summer solstice gala!! this will be a week-long event for muses to have a good time and dance and celebrate! i encourage everyone to seek out other people joining this event, and I also welcome anyone who wants to join late!! party crashers or otherwise!! be sure to tag posts related to the event with ( ☀️ — summer solstice gala )

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PARTICIPANTS  :  @kingbcwser , @captainseamech , @indomitablespirits , @doefated , @wishfulmuses , @clippedwingsmuses , @storybounded , @reignoctis , @blxestar , @ama-tcra-su , @lord-of-unlife , @allnostalgic , @universalcarnival

[spiderslvts]

some new tags ?? some new tags !! + affiliate tags :]

  .   🕸️  HOW   OUT   OF   HAND   IT’S   GOTTEN       ╱     ooc.

  .   🕸️  MY   FLESH   IS   LACED   WITH   SUGAR   AND   MAGGOTS       ╱     asks.

  .   🕸️  YOU   SAY   YOU   MISS   ME    (  I’M   RIGHT   HERE  )       ╱     starters.

  .   🕸️  WITH   PINK   EYESHADOW   AND   A   SOBBING   PRAYER       ╱     isms.

  .   🕸️  ANYTHING   COULD   BE   HOLY   UNDER   NEON  LIGHTS       ╱     visage.

  .   🕸️  DO   YOU   FEEL   THE   EYES   OVER   YOUR   BODY   STILL?       ╱     promo.

  .   🕸️  TO   SWEETLY   MELT   IN   SIN       ╱     rp memes.

  .   🕸️  I   DRINK   ;   I   BURN   ;   I   SHATTER   MY   OWN   DREAMS       ╱     open starter.

  .   🕸️  YOUR   FISH   HOOK   IN   MY   MOUTH       ╱     crack.

  .   🕸️  EATEN   IN   PIECES   ;   NOT   MEANT   TO   BE    KNOWN   WHOLE       ╱     ic.

  .   🕸️  I   BELIEVE   YOU   LIKE   A    BEATEN   DOG       ╱     dash games.

  .   🕸️  I   WILL   NEVER   BE   FORGIVEN   FOR   WANTING       ╱     affiliates.

  .   🕸️  KISS   ME   WITH   MY   BLOOD   BETWEEN   YOUR   TEETH       ╱     ships.

  .   🕸️  TO   BE   LOOKED   AT    &.   NEVER   SEEN       ╱     art.

  .   🕸️  TOUCHED   DOWN   TO   THE   DELICATE   BONES       ╱     poetry.

  .   🕷  |   IN  NEON  LIGHTS     ╱     canon &. main verse.

  .   🕷  |   THE  CALL  OF  THE  ANGELS     ╱     overlord verse.

  .   🕷  |   FEATHER  BOAS  AND  GLITTER     ╱     70’s verse. (ft. sirserpentine)

  .   🕷  |   OVERSEER  OF  HELL     ╱     zestial’s employee verse (ft. zestials)

  .   🕷  |   GOOD  OLD  FASHIONED  LOVER  BOY     ╱     human verse.

  .   🕷  |   LACED  WITH  BELLADONNA     ╱     lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)

  .   ♡  DO  YOU  LIKE  THE  SHOW ?  ARE  YOU  TIRED  OF  IT ?     ╱     videoaux.

  .   ♡  THE  LAST  SHRED  OF  TRUTH  IN  THE  LOST  MYTH  OF  TRUE  LOVE     ╱     hellsbroadcaster.

  .   ♡  I  COULD  NEVER  DEFINE  ALL  THAT  YOU  ARE  TO  ME     ╱     r-adio.

  .   ♡  BUT  I’D  NEVER  SAY  I  LOVE  YOU  JUST  TO  HEAR  YOU  SAY  IT  BACK     ╱     sirserpentine.

  .   ♡  I’M  PUT  TO  AWE  SOMETHING  SO  FLAWED  AND  FREE     ╱     dark-ambition.

  .   ♡  YOUR  BEAUTY  NEVER  EVER  SCARED  ME     ╱     gamblins.

  .   ♡  THE  FEAR  OF  THE  UNKNOWN  /  THE  FACE  IN  MONOCHROME     ╱     zestials.

  .   ♡  YOU  HATE  THE  APPLAUSE  /  YOU  CRAVE  THE  ATTENTION     ╱     xluciifer.

  .   ♡  BUT  YOU’RE  HOLDING  ME  LIKE  WATER  IN  YOUR  HANDS     ╱     oriiginis.

[bdkrp]

@rayheroism

Quedarse fuera hasta tan tarde no era buena idea. Sobre todo con el caos tomando lugar en las calles de vez en cuando. Pero maldita sea, necesitaba vino y no quedaba en casa.

Ahí iba Bedeku, cargado con dos botellas y de camino de vuelta a su pequeño apartamento. Sólo se detuvo en cuanto vio a cierta figura con pinta sospechosa rondando por la calle iluminada por las farolas. Lo único en lo que se fijó, que no fuera su corta estatura, fue esa napia que sobresalía de su capucha.

... No podía ser, ¿verdad...?

Haciendo de tripas corazón, el joven humano fue tras él, siguiéndole a cierta distancia y con cuidado de no hacer mucho ruido.

[lon3lyqu3en]

"You're annoying. Go away!"

[hehosts-moved]

❝ after you, ❞ he says, and there is no need for an introduction. his picture is posted on the wall —— #1 HOST & MANAGER OF SHINING! — and he ought to be familiar. encouragement to follow is provided, blinking once as green eyes lock on the face, attempting to read any expression, intended or not. ❝ i have a table in the back. it will allow us more ... privacy. ❞ // * @witchembrace liked for a starter from host!ji-hun !!

[forever-at-rest-muses]

@sssardonian-ssserpent liked for a small starter!

"So I says to the guy- Buddy, I can't hear myself think with all your screaming! I get you just got shot, but you still got off so I need my cash." The spider sips his tea as he's splayed out over a chair.

"And dats how yesterday went. Hows your week been then?"

[spiderslvts]

the  adoration  in  his  lungs  is  atavistic.   centuries - old, almost archaic in its sensation.  the same love that drowns angel dust’s shaking body is found in the pages of a diary a hundred years ago on earth, or in the delicate handwriting of a love letter between two angels in heaven.  A  MILLION  PEOPLE  HAD  FELT  THIS  SAME,  INFERNAL  HEAT  of being so desperately in love that it felt as if he might  die  again     ;     and truth be told, he didn’t know how anybody else had ever survived such a feeling. 

ANGEL  WAS  AWARE  OF  LUST.  he could handle the furious, carnal burn of ardor and sex.  but  LOVE  . . .  the wretchedly human desire to just be close to him, to remember every detail of his form, to know him again ?   it felt suffocating.  SOFT AND SWEET yet bloodied and raw in the same breath.  

it’s here that he sits in that feeling, his long legs hiked up to his chest as he watches   @r-adio   from afar, his eyes tracing over each movement he makes as he sips at his tea. the flickering fireflies radiate light from the wilderness side of alastor’s bedroom, painting the demon’s face in a faint shade of angelic gold.  HE  IS  SO  UNCHARACTERISTICALLY ETHEREAL  that it sends angel’s chest tightening all over again.

❝   uh  -   ❞      angel swallowed. the shattering of the silence made alastor’s head turn, and somehow that made the feeling burn hotter.       ❝   this might, uh  . . .  sound  real  fuckin’  stupid  or  whateva’  ,  but  . . .   y’know,  when i first met ‘ya down here again,  after  all  that  time  ?   didn’t  . . .  really think ‘ya would mean  this  much  to  me.   ❞

[pupmemoirs]

bc i know you’ve been in a pokemon mood … throws @hamadacare a heal ball ⭐ in where he is protected on a regular errand day

Long hair sways with the rhythm of bouncier curls, marching in-step with the pace of pensiveness from his dearest. Arven was on route to replenish necessities; not just for their lighthouse but to divulge in the simple pleasure of a homemade delicacy. The sweet redolence of honey permeated the warm summer day, letting him know they’ve arrived. Mabosstiff becomes a guard dog for the most important person in life, watching Arven bid away at stands and plumping his bag of groceries. If there was any feeling worse than being robbed of the day’s head pats was the possibility of Arven having any sort of bad day. His dearest was made differently, more generous than he’d let on and being out of his pokeball aided in keeping certain swindlers at bay; his bigger-than-average size for his breed being a factor at play.

Of course by his nature, his nose whiffs him to a stranger who needs the same safeguard, by oneself on a bench. Unknowing to the loose bag beside him, an intention that should have been prevented before his own walk of errands. Glancing at the good company his trainer was in, gently does Mabosstiff leave his side. Closer, he takes on a more cautious approach, eye contact persistent in a silent way to call attention to the distracted man before parking in front of his legs. 

“Mamba? Oh my god … get back here."

Laced with a nervous chuckle Arven signals for him to return, only to see Mabosstiff address him with a glance in his unmoved spot.

“Sorry, you know, he doesn’t pay this much attention to others when he’s out like this but today seems like he had other plans.”

[nightwontlast]

❝    Heheh.        Valentine's    Day.    ❞        Yes    he    does    think    it's    funny.        He    does    this    every    year.

[rain-filled-garden]

📚} It wasn't all too strange for the youngest of the Laurenz household to have tucked himself away with a book, in fact, it was rather common to find him doing exactly that. Be it via the small library of sorts within the house, or his own collection stored in the shelves along his bedroom walls. That said, however… This evening, things had taken a slightly different turn than usual.

Having gotten just a bit too engrossed within the… Risqué novel he'd been reading, it wasn't all that long before the blonde found himself rather hot and bothered. Truthfully, Sören hadn't expected a scene quite as steamy as the one he'd just been reading, as the previous chapters didn't hint at anything this far! But, be that as it may-- the outcome still was as it was. And that outcome?--

The vampire had now set his book aside… In favor of giving his now stiff length the attention it demanded. Thankfully he had the sense to read this particular novel in bed for the evening, so it wasn't likely anyone would catch him in such a moment, but still--

"Ah-han~…" That didn't stop him from bringing his free hand towards his mouth, though the attempt to muffle the noises slipping past was something of a halfhearted one… Sören then folded in on himself a bit, a quiver running along his form as fingers teased sensitive spots… And a bit of added pre dribbled out to join the already slick mess upon his hand.

[austerulous]

Good morning gang! ♡ I have a busy day ahead of me and I’m still spitting blood so I won’t be here much, but my plans for the weekend include sending out the asks for that inbox call, catching up with DMs (here and on Discord, finally) and a regular spring-clean of my follower list.

[ambrosia-win3]

closed starter for @solitaria-fantasma

song: Who Can It Be Now? - Men At Work

If he hears, he'll knock all day / I'll be trapped and here I'll have to stay / I've done no harm I keep to myself / There's nothin' wrong with my state of mental health / I like it here with my childhood friend / Here they come, those feelings again

Riley nearly jumped out of her own skin as the knocking rang through put the house. It wasn't glass-shattering loud, but loud enough to float down, below the floors into her basement. She spared a glance to her phone, buzzing on top of the faded carpet with unread texts and missed calls. His name sat at the top of the newest notification, asking her to come let him in.

Should she have run off like that after the latest investigation? No, probably not... she knew it was a bit concerning, with the running and crazed scribbling into a borrowed notebook. But she couldn't risk forgetting. Not when any of these near fatal attempts at her life by whatever god there is could be the answer she's spent months searching for.

N.D #72 -

...

Seventy-two. Seventy-two.

She's only twenty-three, and she's almost died seventy-two times- that's impossible, and yet she's lived them all and recalls almost all of them near perfectly. A cold feeling settles over her, like a dark hand made up of all her worst fears and anxieties. She could die at any moment, and never know why. She could simply disappear because the cosmos treated her like some kind of disposable toy to do with what they pleased.

Unless she figured out the root of it all. Then maybe, maybe- it would all just fucking s t o p. And she can't do that if he's h e r e-

...

Her hand trembles as she pulls up Arthur's contact, leaving a simple message in reply.

[txt - Arthur🌻] I can't.

[lon3lyqu3en]

Scorpion seems to be cooking something...

[hehosts-moved]

❝ welcome to the white lotus. it's not often you get to choose the number one hostess. ❞ the princess is here, and she is traditionally a named hostess, though none of her regulars have come by tonight. thus, she's been particular about her companionship this evening. ❝ you're lucky ... i have all the time in the world for you. ❞ // * open starter from miss hina !!