#* ˖ ·ﾟ open starter ❣

[aencrgy]

╰     ‘ open starter … ’

━━ ⟢ muse: jang daeil; cozinheiro e sócio da livraria-café sabores de papel, 28 anos.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‹ ‘ 🥐 ˙ .  —— dias como aquele eram os melhores na opinião do jang. o movimento na parte da cafeteria de seu estabelecimento estava tranquilo, ao ponto dele ter tempo o suficiente para experimentar receitas novas. e como daeil gostava de fazer isso! a cozinha era seu habitat natural, e ele misturava os diferentes ingredientes com uma habilidade impressionante, sem desperdiçar coisa alguma, até o timer anunciar que tudo estava pronto. em seguida, montou uma mesa no meio do café com vários tabuleiros de rocambole de cereja e creme, biscoitos amanteigados de morango e copos com soda italiana de diversos sabores, colocando uma placa na entrada da loja. degustação do novo menu por apenas 25 reais.ㅤ❛ㅤvamos, entrem! garanto que está tudo muito gostoso. se você discordar, não precisa pagar.ㅤ❜ㅤ

[unhingcd]

open to: anyone !!

muse: selita marquez, 28, actress

premise: when a boring event brings our muses together, the possibilities are endless. (can be strangers, friends, co-stars, situationships, etc. go wild ♡)

three mimosas in and its still isn't enough to quell the ache of boredom. normally, selita would praise the staff for managing to keep everything running smoothly, but this was a little too smooth for her liking. she sees promise in one of the reasons the room is filled in the first place; an already drunken woman staring a little too intently at the empty mic stand.

"twenty bucks says the blonde is gonna snatch that mic right up and make it real interesting in here." one could only hope.

[delicatestm]

[✉;Stiles]: heeey. so… about the vacuum cleaner.. first, it was like weeeeeee then it was like woooaarhh

[✉;Stiles]: then there was smoke and it was like fuck u and we need a new one.

[dcmoniism]

OPEN STARTER : 1864 - STEFAN SALVATORE.

ragged breathing echoed throughout the old boarding house. heavy footsteps sounded throughout the wooden floorboards as he moved. pearl white canines stained with crimson red, as this one trickled down his chin to stain his ironed, and once pristine, white button-up shirt. stefan's eyes wandered — searching for anything, anyone that moved and dared to cross his murderous path. stefan was no longer the innocent, rejected, abandoned boy they had left behind. no. he was no longer the boy that hid away from giuseppe when this one got one drop too many of his favourite alcoholic beverages. he was no longer the boy that cried himself to sleep wondering why his mother had left him with two careless, cold men with whomst he was to learn to live with. he was no longer the family's good-for-nothing, disgrace of a child.

“ wait, please, no!— ” and then, all that echoed were blood curdling, spine chilling screams. the agony, the horror, the fear were palpable. the terror stefan salvatore spread was unimaginable. how? how could such a sweet boy tear them apart limb for limb? before the loss of control, before the pain, there was sorrow. there was a never-ending 'why me' that never obtained an answer. there was a boy who was wronged, abandoned by those he needed most, abused in all the ways one could be. the young salvatore's emotions ran at the very surface of his being after his transition into a creature of the night — one he had not asked for, but could not complain about given the power it provided him. stefan gained the power to turn his life around, to make a name, a reputation for himself away from the salvatore family name. away from giuseppe, away from damon.

katherine had provided a way out for a boy that had been caged all his life. she unleashed his deepest and darkest thoughts, made them a reality. his reality. the next sound echoing throughout the house is the sound of something heavy dropping to the wooden floorboards. his sleeve drags along his mouth, attempting to wipe away the remnants of his father's blood from his lips. his mind was clear, empty, blank. stefan did not have the capacity to understand what he had done in that moment, nor did he want to. what he knew was that, now, there was a chance for freedom. whatever that word meant.

instead of fleeing the scene, stefan reaches for his wrist and drags him across the floor from the office to the living room, in front of the fireplace. his gaze is fixated on him for a few moments, before he back steps his way to the couch, and sits there. it takes hours for stefan's gaze to return to its beautiful emerald colour, but they never leave giuseppe's deceased figure. their blood still sits on his chin, now dry. that was payback, for all that he had to endure, for the pain of the belt he still felt against his skin, the agony of the daily blame for the loss of lillian, the sleepless nights wondering where he had gone wrong, what he had done wrong. it ended then, or so, stefan thought.

“ stefan? ” the call of his name has his ears twitching, but he does not move to respond to the caller nor their call. if he looks away, will he get up from the ground and charge at him? was he actually gone? stefan did not buy it — how could he when even the end of the bottle, day in day out, did not take him down?

[scarlet-ancunin]

A/n: I may not draw but i can certainly write hc of this. Batstarian has become my go to for comfort after long day *sighs*

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Spoiling My Little Love~

Astarion was very excited the day he learned he can become a bat. But he was surprised he wasn't a normal one as what You informed him

"What do you mean im not normal?" He sounded annoyed until you explained "you are an all white bat with red eyes tiny fangs and more importantly your litterally have a white curl on the top of the tiny head of yours"

He huffs but found it amusing still "well at least im unique" you smile and kissed his cheek softly "indeed you are"

However, there are times when he was tired just from shifting or leaning how to fly so you came up with the idea to spoil him not just in his normal self but as a Bat to.

"Why?" He would have asked you. But you stood your ground stating it is important to be relaxed in his new form to. So he agrees.

For starters you realized the man is dramatic as a bat as he is his normal self. He would squeak loudly if you stopped to soon was cleaning / massaging his wings.

He would bite your finger warning you if you touch his ears to much while he was a blushing mess if you touch his ears when he is his normal self, it hurts a bit when you touched his ear to much.

He especially loved when you use a toothbrush to brush his back and his little bum. You tried not to laugh when he does happy squeaks or when he flops to the side because he fell asleep.

You loved when after his bath and massage he would rest against you while you pet the top of his head gently while reading.

Oh did you forget to mention he would love when you treat him by going outside to his favorite shady spot so he can enjoy the day without hurting from the sun by covering him with a cloak you try to surpress you happy giggles when only his small head pops out to peek at the world.

Once under a shady tree you would massage his little body while he rested on your lap. Letting the cool breeze hit you both.

If he was a little dirty you would pour some water on him and gently wip his body and wings and would smile when he stand and does a dramatic spin. "You are perfect every time" he would say knowing you understood since you drank a Animal speaking potion.

To say the least you was very happy to bathe Astarion in his cute bat form.

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A/n: hope you liked and enjoyed this 😊 batstarian lives rent free in my head.

Request Open

[like-the-sky-above]

Open Starter: how is he not dead?

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It was a sunny day, yet most campers were inside. Some were training or just wandering around, and you were one of them. You soon heard the sounds of thunder, and didn't think much at first. Someone could've made an oath or mentioned a gods' name.

However, once you actually saw a thunder strike, that is when you started to worry. How could it be sunny yet still thunder?

The question soon was answered by a boy you saw catching said lighting, and even throwing it back. Amadeus. He was said to stay in Zeus' cabin, yet he wasn't his real father. Amadeus didn't say who his real father was, however.

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@poetryofcorpses sent in a starter:

❣ (any of your choice 🥰) (was waiting for the correct time for them to interact)

My muse has been in a fight (and not fared very well) - send ❣ for them to react to your muse offering to patch them up.

Picking fights when he was feeling reckless was something Errol still hadn't learned not to do. It was like he was punishing himself for something. It was an impulse to bring himself physical pain to distract himself from emotional pain. And what better way to do that than to pick a fight with someone he couldn't possibly hope to win against.

At least not if he was fighting fair.

He'd gotten a couple dirty shots in at the last minute. It's probably what saved him from a worse fate in the end. He very easily could have wound up six feet under if he hadn't ended the fight when he did. Technically he'd won, since the other man gave up before he did.

But Errol didn't feel like a winner. He felt like shit. His lip was split, he had a black eye and a bloody nose, and he was fairly certain he had a few broken ribs. At the very least they were bruised pretty bad. His knuckles were bloody and bruised too, but not all of that blood was his own.

Worse than all of that was the concussion though. His ears were ringing and the world felt like it was spinning. The vertigo was causing him to feel nauseous and made him stumble as he tried to find his way back home. Errol wasn't even sure he was going the right way. He was just walking to keep from blacking out. Well... Walking might be too flattering a word to describe the way he stumbled around and had to hold on to the walls around him to keep from falling on his face.

He wasn't sure where he was anymore. Nothing looked familiar, and his vision was swimming enough that it made it difficult to tell if he was indoors or outside. There were lights, but they were too bright to look at for long, so he couldn't tell if they were indoor fixtures or city lights.

Finally his footing faltered more than he could correct it and Errol was sent tripping forward. Grabbing onto the first thing he could reach to try and stop himself from planting his face in the dirt, he ended up grasping at some sort of dark blob shaped thing to try and regain his balance.

Upon closer inspection it was a person.

"Fuck, m'sorry," he mumbled, hands on their shoulders as his knees gave out beneath him and he started to swerve to the side. His fingers slipped off of them and with another soft curse, he fell to the ground rather roughly.

"Damn it..." Shaky arms held him up, but only barely as he reached one hand up to wipe some of his own blood away from his face. Unable to hold himself up much longer after that, he laid down at the stranger's feet and looked up at them, seeing the lights spin around their head like stars on a dizzy cartoon character. Except he was the one that was dizzy.

He needed help. Opening his mouth to ask for it, something went haywire in his brain and instead of saying 'can you call an ambulance' or even just 'help me', he said something completely unrelated instead. "You're pretty."

[mencnfire]

♦ ☀ ✂ ❣ ❧

ilyilyilyilyily

the salty af munday meme

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

being kind of lowkey stalked? or at least, i assume as much - by someone i've had to block across blogs. i just don't understand that? i've always been open about saying, like, if you wanna ask why you've been blocked - go for it. but block evading by following me on alts is bizarre? i don't understand the end game there. idk, mildly annoying but not like...awful. just a little strange.

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

i'm very much over those blogs that are aesthetics with zero threading / character interaction. every post is either an ooc ramble or a little 'my character likes x lol' - i feel it defeats the purpose of rp. i've been mutuals in the past with someone who would constantly post interest calls, starter calls, inbox calls and then ooc posts / these one liners about their muse. what got me was that every post felt very baity. like, these short posts are, ultimately. they're an easy way for likes / comments without putting in a tonne of effort.

i guess, i'm just not a fan of the low effort style. & this is coming from someone whose head hasn't been in the game the last few weeks.

i think i just feel that people can run their blogs however they want but, they shouldn't expect everyone to like it.

✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

resident evil. 500000000000%. and it's a shame because there are a lot of very nice people /in/ that fandom. i feel, as individuals, the fandom is lovely but as a group - it feels a very hostile and anxiety-inducing environment. like, i've never joined a fandom and immediately felt scoffed at - but that fandom made me feel that way.

there's this vibe of like 'if you don't write a character a certain way, you're not valid' and it's beyond gross. certain portrayals are treated as gospel, while other - just as good - portrayals are shunned and scoffed at. it's a very gross environment. i've had conversations with multiple people from the fandom who feel the same thing & it's just a crying shame that so many re lovers will be disuaded by a small group of people.

my re mutuals here are the lovely ones - like, i've had nothing but good experiences with them and i /adore/ their portrayals. we're all resident evil lovers and we embrace it. others in the fandom? not so much, the elitism is genuinely saddening.

❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

a little salty. i've not been feeling too hot the last week & it's making me antsy - you know the feelin', i'd hit you up to rant but i want u to be taking it easy cause i think ur cute.

❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

nah. jealousy's a gross thing i don't waste time on - i admire a lot of people & always try to see the best in people. people i don't like very much i just ignore. but nah, jealousy's never been a thing for me. even in my relationship, i don't do it. it's not worth the energy & is way better to just be happy for peeps

[fishcemetery]

♫ Missis Sara, sail me seas ♫

The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below that apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

(i'm going to amend the rules and italicize the tags as well, because i can never for the love of god tell which words have been bolded on mobile, unless i squint really hard.)

Tagged by @bunnybananasims! Although Camille is a formidable herald of damnation and game errors, Sara is still THE queen and icon, so the choice was kinda obvious. I admit, it's my fault so few people even know about her, but I'm going to fix it soon. I promise. There are A LOT of screenshots.

A couple things to note: first, with the way my storytelling goes, Saramesses Coppuroplise is basically a Sims version of an original character of mine, and for the most part her personality and backstory stem from there.

That's kinda necessary, because second, she's been randomly acquired in the course of gameplay and has no actual in-game backstory... except that when my starter sim and I found her, she had been meticulously hacked into several pieces and scattered all over the planet, and we had to put her back together with love, care, black magic and some industrial-grade glue.

In other words, she's my mummy. Or at least used to be.

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste:��upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other - on the job (haven't bothered with installing University yet, but as the town's resident Mad Scientist, she's at least qualified enough to blow up the lab every week and still keep the job)

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes (?) / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed (they wouldn't have massacred my 3000-year-old girl like that for nothing, so someone must've done something)

◒ Children: has a child or children / has no children and doesn’t want any children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured /in between/ unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female/ agender / other / none / all

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

☕︎ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

｡˚ ✧ I tag... random followers who don't seem to have done it yet. Here. Pick anyone, and have at it. Have an extra burden on your shoulders. Or don't – who am I to tell you?

@simsanctuary, @tsims, @ares-in-a-jar, @blossom-sims, @nikkeisimmer

And if you really really wanna do it, but no one's tagged you yet – just tell everyone I did, and go forth, champion! I'm rooting for you and your pixel people.

[belovedcorvidarchive2024]

'i mean: we'd get drinks, come back here, sit on the frozen sea ice and drink until we started talking about fucked-up emotional stuff. the worst.' (from penguin)

❣ | Memes :: This One | Disco Elysium Starters

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Rocinante sat on the ice in question, leaned back supported on his hands with his head tipped back, content to use this rare evening above the surface to chain-smoke and only feel somewhat guilty about it while he listened to the other speak. He let his breath and the smoke out slow, trying his damnedest not to look like he needed it, focusing instead on Penguin and what they were saying; it was an image he could picture - Law and his friends sitting out here on the ice even though it's freezing, drinking and talking. Of course heavy shit would get brought up that way, knowing all that the kid went through. Alcohol did that. A memory comes to mind before he can send it away: a small group of marine cadets on a pier in the evening, burning through scrounged cigarettes, a shared bottle between them.

He shut his eyes a beat or two longer than a normal blink, turning his attention back to the story. Trying to get any semblance of vulnerability out of Law when he was small was like a tooth extraction, or the lancing of a wound fought every step of the way. The fact that he could now open up about it a bit on his own - even if he needed a bit of liquid help - was a sort of growth Rocinante held careful and close to his heart. It might not be a feeling that he could fully articulate to Penguin here without sounding ridiculous, but it wasn't one he attempted to bury when he felt it change his expression.

" Nah, it's good for you - you can't always bottle that shit up forever, it'll burn a hole through you. "

[aencrgy]

╰     ‘ open starter … ’

━━ ⟢ muse: angel butler; vampire malkavian, 47 anos.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‹ ‘ 🍟 ˙ .  —— aquela era uma cena comum vindo delu, mas muito perturbadora para os outros vampiros. angel devorava sua terceira bandeja de fast food, a boca suja com uma mistura de maionese e ketchup, como se isso fosse algo normal para alguém como elu.ㅤ❛ㅤas coisas estão tão tediosas essas noites, não acha? sinto falta de um pouco de ação, ou, sei lá, uma festa. acha que a príncipe crane toparia fazer um baile?ㅤ❜ㅤperguntou para a pessoa ao seu lado sem se preocupar muito se era um cainita ou um mortal, mergulhando a batata frita gordurosa no milkshake e levando-a até a boca.ㅤ❛ㅤse ela não topar, vou precisar fazer algo drástico. noites paradas assim são um péssimo sinal.ㅤ❜ㅤ

[unhingcd]

open to: m/f/nb

muse: taissa semerikov, 24, mecernary/spy

premise: based the last bullet point here !! (she was turned on by her former boss, who is a part of the regime they're trying to take down.)

deep, audible breath fills taissa's lungs when the vehicles rear doors fly open. its been too long since she's taken in fresh air, or felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. policital assassination attempts tend to deprive one of simple things in life, things she never thought would be attainable until she was approached for the contract. the same organization that berated her for her skills, needed them now more than ever and she's more than willing to exact revenge on the common enemy they shared.

'you can't be trusted on your own.' a reminder that rings true upon bring lead out of the truck and ushered into what appeared as an abandoned building. taissa thought up about five different ways she could get out of this situation, but without her contacts, all points are mute. she needs this opportunity and partnering up with the other is her ticket.

"when do you think they'll let us out of these things?" speaks with strong irratation at the tightened cuffs keeping their hands out of sight. "i mean, they already have us in the middle of fucking nowhere ready to do their dirty work. least we could get is a front cuff."

[delicatestm]

     “i shouldn’t be here with you.” but god, she wanted to be. and really, the only thing stopping her from having fun was herself. if they were caught together… it certainly wouldn’t be her ass on the line. but did she really want them to get in trouble? her gaze caught theirs, smile on her lips. if sadie just leaned up just a little bit their lips would touch and she hadn’t been able to kiss them in so long.

[oracleverse]

Ryne “Waters” // Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers ☼ she’s that kid everyone thinks is really mature for her age. you know what that means.

☼ parents try not to choose favorites, but she’s probably one of Hydaelyn’s. child of light (:

☼ freedom is still a fresh taste for her, so she’s eager to explore and make memories!

☼ she can wield a blade, and a goddess’ blessing, but please bear with her as she learns how to wield socialization

☼ she’s loyal, and desperate to defend the helpless and protect the people she cares for. 

☼ Shy, but brave, and eager to make friends!

☼ Very curious to learn what it means to really live

☼ Stuffed full of doubt, and familiar with despair... but looks within for the light that guides her

☼  Just. Big hearted child of light, doing her best. Please adopt, and befriend..

[inthcspacebetween]

❝ I don't trust stairs. They're always up t' somethin'. ❞

for mutuals only !!

[thiscrimsonsoul]

 ❣

Send ❣ for an emotion-based headcanon pertaining to my muse! | Emotion chosen: Disappointment

{So I actually read this wrong and thought it was the one that said starter, not headcanon... and I wrote this all out before I realized, haha, so you know what? Have a starter instead! XD}

“I’m sorry, I know I’m being a baby about this,” Wanda said, sitting in the darkness the storm had cast over the facility, wiping away a tear. ��I just... I was really looking forward to it.” They were supposed to have a picnic this afternoon for lunch out on the grounds, but just as they were getting ready to go, the sky opened up and a rather vigorous thunderstorm set in. Usually Wanda loved the rain, but thunder made her jumpy, ever since she was ten. It sounded too much like bombs going off. That and losing Pietro had made her seemingly prone to crying at everything at the drop of a hat, and the disappointment of having her picnic with Tyson spoiled by a thunderstorm... had done just that. “Sorry...” she whispered again, wiping away more tears.