#STARTERS.

[macaulaymontgomery]

open starter: @aurorabaystarter location: UTP

"Did you ever have a quarter-life crisis? Are those really a thing? Seems a lot less fun than a mid-life crisis, you know?"

[micahfox]

── .✦ micah just remembers one guy from his time before here, who hadn't been keen on buzzing all his hair off. and he remembers when they belittled him and held him down and did it in front of everyone. set an example out of him. and with all the run-around drew is making him and still making him do. he could just do that. but he doesn't believe that method will yield the results he's wanting --- yes, he was there to train him, make him into a better man. but he also doesn't want to be the one to tear down his self confidence. hard to be proud of what you accomplish if you hate yourself. so no, he hasn't gone to extremes and he probably won't, if anything he'll tie him down and do it while he sleeps. but again, there is no life lesson in that, no learning or teaching moment.

so instead, he's tried reminding him but he feels more like a nag or his mother hounding him to "do his chores" not at all how he wants to sound. time to push his buttons it seems. so he stands over @armyxn's bed, and dumps the bottle of water over his face. “time to get up.”

[pinksopaque]

" i feel like .. us being roommates & casually seeing each other , it's a bit too much , wouldn't you agree ? "

open to : m / nb ! @indiestarter

[charliexclayton]

who: c + ? OPEN STARTER (no limits) where: the bar

10am. What was there to do in Arcadia at 10 in the morning, if one didn’t go out hunting like they usually did? That had been a dilemma for Charlie for all of five minutes because the answer was abundantly clear the minute she set eyes on the bar she had become a patron of the last couple of weeks. She had never been a big drinker before Arcadia, even when she had been in college. That wasn’t necessarily a weird thing, lots of people didn’t drink and maybe Charlie wouldn’t be a big drinker now if things were different. Or maybe this was how it was always meant to be. Maybe this had always been in the cards for her, stuck in a town, stuck in her head, stuck stuck stuck. Alcohol, to its merit, did a lot to make you feel unstuck. Feelings felt small and big at the same time when Charlie was drinking. Things sucked and they also didn’t suck. Time passed and also froze

It’s actually kind of insane how much alcohol could put Charlie in an in between space she didn’t really want to leave.

One of the benefits of a town that never had visits from the gaming and liquor commission was that the bar was open, like all the time. Who needs a liquor license when, as far as Charlie knew, this town didn’t even exist on a map? Who is going to enforce liquor laws when you could die at any fucking moment? Might as well go out having a bit of liquid luck in your bloodstream. So here she is, sitting on a bar stool and yapping about evolution (as one does under the influence of copious liquor). She is well aware she’s been shirking her hunting duties, but there are more than enough capable hunter in Arcadia to pick up her slack (As Paz would so bluntly remind her— what a cunt).

“…And then you know they had to come up with that shit like from nothing, whereas we already have the knowledge, the foressssight of this technology existing so realistically right, it shouldn’t take us that long to like invent things like planes or working cellphones or radios if we all like worked together or whateveeerrr. So maybe it is a resource issue but also maybe those fucking little witchesss in the settlement are right about one thing, maybe… just maybe right, hear me out, maybe maybe maybe there is no escape and we should just…” She hiccups, gesturing with a half empty drink in her hand.  “…Maybe we just need to accept that and start building our society. Obviously unlike the Aztecs maybe we can already skip the sacrifices and— and false god worships —the settlement can do that, you know if they want to, there’s nothing wrong with a little sacrifice, that’s I’m sure what Conor would say if— hmm.”

Charlie slams her drink down on the bar top, pivots and leans her head on the shoulder of the person next to her. They are a blur in her vision, but honestly, she couldn’t care less if it means she’s not alone. “I like your warmth,” she whispers sadly up at them. Her eyes start to droop and the hand that was around her drink moves to trace the rim of her glass. “Do you think the world will be this cold forever?”

[andawaywewrite]

Parker, bisexual, mid twenties. Our muses spent the night together for the first time last night and now Parker is hooked. Your muse can be into it or have their regrets. Secret relationships encouraged.

"I don't care what you have to do today, I want more." The blonde tugged on the blanket rumpled up between them to get even closer to the body taking up the other half of the bed they'd spent the night destroying on their path of taking in as much of the other as possible.

Parker couldn't remember a time where there wasn't a palpable tension between them, at least in her mind. Which is what made their night together all that more enticing to her to continue in the morning. "Don't make me beg." She pouted, reaching out to tug their body back on top of hers.

[yorkshirebrute]

Going through some of the old gear and found some Brawling Brutes gear, can’t say I don’t miss it.

But everything happens for a reason as some people say.

[witchkillr]

IT TOOK YEARS OF STUDY TO GET HERE. agatha couldn't say how many - time is a strange, liquid thing, a concoction of mortals' to judge the lines of their existence by, a lens through which to sort the vastness of the multiverse into categories. as she has studied and learned and understood, she has come to the realisation that nothing is so simple. the flow of it slips through her charred fingers like water, and she lets it go.

distance is useful, even as she is in the throes of her plan to correct it.

here, incidentally, is the following place: a small suburban town, somewhere in the northeastern united states. a universe that is not her own, but is similar enough. a home that is also a prison. [ this is not something that has happened to her yet, or possibly ever will. she looks at herself, brought so low, made so small, and the dark thing sharing space in her chest roars. she is angry, too. she would be no matter the circumstance. ]

" what happened to you, my dear? " there is something of the roar in her inflection, a low, growling danger - blackened claws trace the line of her other self's jaw, already charting vengeance. that is to say: who do we need to kill?

plotted starter / @wcrpbubble.

[frostise]

anyone want a one-liner from your favourite icy girl?

[unbrcxkxble]

𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁! ⸻ na frente do complexo.

Fazia pouco mais de três horas que havia chegado em Haneul. Não que Nate tivesse o costume de contar o tempo, mas considerava lugares desconhecidos estressantes, ainda mais aquele que era tão significativo emocionalmente. Assim que seu corpo reduziu a velocidade da corrida até encontrar-se totalmente imóvel, inclinou-se para frente, pousando ambas as mãos nos próprios joelhos enquanto tentava recuperar o fôlego, não demorando-se muito naquela posição ao que rapidamente prendeu a gola da camiseta entre os dedos longos que trataram de puxar o tecido com certo desespero devido a sensação de desconforto que surgiu ao senti-lo grudar na pele suada, despreocupando-se com as cicatrizes de seu tronco e costas que não seriam tão aparentes durante o breu parcial do local. Embora sua dupla nacionalidade fosse constatada em seus documentos, Nathan não possuía o comportamento polido geralmente usual daquele país e não tinha a mínima intenção de fingi-lo, mesmo que tivesse plena noção de que aquilo não somente perturbava algumas pessoas, mas era visto como inadequado pela maioria delas. Porém, rapidamente a postura desleixada tornou-se tensa e os olhos se focaram na silhueta que se aproximava, tentando, de alguma forma, identificá-la em meio a pouca iluminação do complexo.

[realprvncess]

Feirão da Nia — solicite um starter e ganhe de brinde uma conexão! Escolha uma conexão/plot dessa, dessa ou dessa lista e comente no post com o nome do personagem, especificando para qual dos meus personagens você está mandando.

Para a Angie (perdida Fora da Lei de Enrolados), comente números de 1 a 5 + conexão

Para o North (canon Papai Noel de Guardiões), comente números de 6 a 10 + conexão

[redemptionmade]

being exiled from your group meant something different when the world ended. there was no expectation for shane to survive. that face to face confrontation he had with rick -- the way he was told he had to go and if he was ever seen his head would be blown off. of course, he doesn't think that'll happen. he'll give rick a few months, maybe a year. he'll let the guy cool off and when he comes back.. he figures that things will smooth out back to normal. if he doesn't die in those months he's away, of course. running into other survivors, into stragglers, it never historically meant anything good for any of them. so, hearing a noise, he brandishes his gun and hovers his finger over the trigger as he makes out the figure of a woman with her hands in the air. " --- hey, the fuck you think you're doing?" || @lunarruled sc.

[micahfox]

── .✦ he is an observer more than he is a speaker, and maybe that's going to make mentoring harder than it should be. but micah is not except up for the challenge. also doesn't mean he can't help guide cadets that weren't under his wing. nor does it mean he can't admire or speak to them. really it's more of curiosity in the ink that sits on @cdtstump's skin than anything else. curious enough that he's hovering near him, bite of his sandwich being chewed before finally he speaks, “this one got a deeper meaning?”

[pinksopaque]

" i admit it , i hate those sexy costumes . like - why can't people dress up as a carrot or something ? not saying that i'd fuck a carrot , but definitely better than seeing someone dressed in trashy lingerie . "

open to : m / f / nb ! @indiestarter

[mielmoto]

interaction / inbox call!

there's more than a handful of new mutuals & other folks I haven't had the chance to gab at just yet, so go ahead and ♡ this post if you want a little something! I'll either raid your memes, or magic up some other little starter. multimuses can specify, or I'll choose someone at random! :0)

[kekeakana]

alright this might sound kinda morbin or whatever. but i wanna know how it's already almost halloween? when it feels like the school year was just starting not that long ago? ...anyone else feel kinda freaked out about being a senior but have no idea what they're going to do with their future plans yet?

[andawaywewrite]

Ezra, straight, mid twenties. She and your muse had a very, very, messy break up but Ezra won't leave it alone.

"Why does everything have to be so difficult, why can't we just be okay with each other without you losing your head every time you see me talking to someone else? We could be friends if you weren't so jealous all the time." The irony of Ezra being the one to offer such a suggestion was entirely lost on her in the moment. She missed him almost as much as she hated him, and if she would've been the one to so much as see another woman looking at him a little too long there would be no telling where her own temper would've taken things. All things that went ignored as her negotiations went on, "Don't you ever miss me?"