#also thanks for the starter!

[scribz-ag24]

partner calls out grovyle over that teeny tiny detail he forgot to explain about the plan to save the planet.

[camberdraws]

Painting a notoriously likeable pokemon!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

bro the feminine wiles aren’t even a joke like. im with that anon who thought hellfire gala charles was a woman when they first saw him bc same, that design is insaaaane (/pos). how could u not think that when u see it lmfao. idk whose choice it was to give him a corset but the hourglass figure + female coded jawline combo do not lie. i saw it on pinterest and i was like ohhh don’t lie to me i know an anime girl when i see one- WAIT PROFESSOR X????

and that’s not even to mention movieverse charles ofc. we’ve all seen james mcavoy and his big sparkly kawaii anime eyes, i shouldn’t have to say it. charles xavier is never beating the allegations, i fear

gonna need this ask hung in the louvre i fear

[vaguely-concerned]

having emotions about the headcanon that ingellvar left all their gold jewelry (I think emmrich calls it a watcher's 'grave dowry' which they accumulate and wear through their lifetime in preparation for their eventual burial which like. god I love these goth freaks) behind when they left the grand necropolis because as far as they're concerned they're being sent into exile and it doesn't seem right to bring it with them........

[theres-an-endless-starry-sky]

I was going to put a funny caption here but I can’t think of one

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Share your lastest WIP! If you want 👀

which one 🥲😂😭💀 i have a few - will this do?

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“They’re quite odd, aren’t they?” 

Abraxas is snickering when he says it. He’s just loud enough to grate - nothing new - but in what should be the quiet sanctity of the library, his tone sufficiently pulls Tom from his reading. 

His eyes lock on Abraxas across from him and flick to the ‘they’ in question. 

And, of course, it’s the Grangers. 

Since entering the magical community, Tom has learned a thing or two about their societal norms. An interesting component being that it is surprisingly challenging to be seen as ‘odd’ here. A wixen can be any number of things: lazy, stupid, poor, muggle - the list goes on, but ‘odd’ is a category used sparingly when directed towards each other. Much unlike the muggles Tom has known and grown his whole life around. 

He was always seen as odd by them - freakish - and continues to be whenever he returns to the orphanage for summer. So he doesn’t much care for the word. 

Besides, if anything, the Grangers aren't even worth gawking over and snickering about. Their worst can be summed up to anti-socialistic, codependent, and exclusionary behaviours - probably a trauma response from the war. They clearly have no interest in playing house with their dormmates or the rest of the school, so why bother?

They are sitting beneath the second-story stair landing where the elves have managed to shove one last table. It’s one of the more tucked away and private places on this level — a place Tom would not consider and will not consider; he needs to be visible, available — and they’ve claimed it like it’s never belonged to anyone else. Like it was placed there just for them. Their ease of acclimation to Hogwarts as a whole has certainly raised some eyebrows, yet still, he isn’t concerned. 

He had also known Hogwarts was his home the moment he had stepped foot in it, after all. He is not so foolish as to believe himself an outlier.

Hermione Granger’s hands are waving wildly, turning in circles and gesturing in a vague sphere-like shape. She’s talking aloud - not that Tom, or anyone else, can hear it - and doesn’t seem to like what she’s saying, given the harsh line between her brows. Ronald Granger is sitting in front of her and starts shaking his head. He says something and reaches across the table to take her wrists — expands them — the sphere becomes an oval.

Harry Granger sits beside them pensive, with his head down and reading carefully from a book in his hands. He starts to turn the page but pauses; he frowns and looks up.

He looks right at Tom.

Granger blinks once, slowly. He mouths something, but it’s not directed towards Tom because his siblings turn to look at him. It only lasts a moment before they suddenly turn around to stare at Tom as well, their eyes wide and alarmed. 

Tom watches on as Harry Granger slouches - maybe sighs? He shakes his head and palms his face in something like dismay. It doesn't take a legilimens to read his lips now—

“You are both such idiots.” He says.

The corner of Tom’s lips curl. It’s possibly a smile. He’ll never call it that out loud.

“Very,” he finally replies to Abraxas.

[mcflymemes]

use ask meme replies as starters. if starter calls stress you out, encourage your followers to send memes instead! that way you can pick and choose which meme suits you best, searching for the little sentence prompt in your inbox that most inspires you in the moment. at the same time, not every ask meme reply needs to be continued. sometimes they make better one-shots and drabbles, and that's okay! as long as you and your writing partners are having fun creating and telling stories together, that's all that matters!

[sysig]

Ayy hap day! A cheer in the murk, hope it's as good as can be

It was pretty good, ty ♥

[purple-steven]

*A person with wings flew past the libarys windows fast. Red, blue and yellow feathers similar to a parrots speckled his wings as he lands looking around. A pair of flying goggles covering his eye's. His brown hair messy from the wind.*

@grian-rp

He heard a muffled WOOSH of sorts, looking outside his window to determine what it was. He did see the flurry of feathers and was intrigued, as well as a new person to say hi to! He left the library, wandering over to the person, waving.

Heya!! Are you alright??

//@grian-rp closed rp!

[narumakiii]

@hatredcurse

TRACE OF USUAL SUNSHINE GONE , A CERTAIN TENSENESS IN HUES ; the blonde turned to look at raven haired, contemplating how to ask this one burning question he's had ever since sasuke had left. there has never been a time to ask before. it was now or never. ❛    ne , sasuke did you get your answers ? ❜

[little-earthquakes-rp]

Closed Starter for @adsagsona (Jared)

The merriment of the equinox reverberated over the coven walls. The entire old Victorian mansion seemed to come to life and vibrated as music filled every nook and cranny. Sasha felt particularly spirited after she managed to secure a bottle of banshee blood for the night's ritualistic spell. The coven had heard on good authority a certain vamp club owner kept some in his exclusive collection. Sasha and Marrissa walked into the club a few days back and flirted their way into a tour of the vault. While Marissa kept the employee distracted Sasha snatched the small bottle and hid it in her bag before excusing herself. Granted, it was a gamble to even go into a place that was a vamp haven. As a fairy she risked exposure, but was careful enough that night to create a masking spell so her blood wouldn't be scented.

Sasha walked down the steps to the main hall and the hub of the festivities. She donned a long black skirt and dark red crop top showing her midriff and exposed a small golden hoop belly button piercing. Despite being in the coven for years, Sasha still felt like an outsider, which was one of the reasons she all but tripped over herself to volunteer for the banshee blood mission. She watched rather detached from her surroundings as she nursed a cocktail that was now more water than anything. Smiling as others passed and attempted to seem interested in the different topics of conversation. Honestly, she was done with it all and decided to head upstairs, leaving prematurely as they hadn't even begun the spell.

Suddenly, there was a lull in the energy: strange. Looking over to her right she caught a handsome man–sharp cheekbones and jaw with the most unusual eyes standing close enough to reach out and touch; certainly not a member of their coven. She made eye contact with the man before stepping around him, as a wave of doom came over. Finally, Decon a high witch approached the stranger and greeted, "Jared, what do we owe the pleasure? Have you come to ring in Mabon with us?" Sasha's eyes shot over to the man when she heard his name. "Oh shit," a hushed whisper fell from her lips. She knew exactly why he was here.

[insurged]

someone pls come and kill the brain worm telling me to add venom to my roster. bring the bug spray.

[ask-terraria-bosses]

it is slime time my dudes

He likes to have his fun. At least when Queen Slime isn't looking

[bloopsalot]

I needed a warmup and my favorite comic artist (@modmad) stared a prompt where you draw kiddy you with what could be your starters!

Realistically my starter would be my childhood dog, represented by the Arcanine, Buuuut I also started my internet journey at like five And we lived close to a power plant, hence the Porygon2.

Pachirisu was also one of my imaginary friends growing up, so I'd be remiss if I didn't add my best friend!

[dynmghts]

and of course, here's a starter call! it's been AGES since my last one. brushes off starter call tag...

varying length but averaging a couple paras, mutuals only, multis please specify a muse (or three idc i'll do all the ones u tell me <3) because i'm just a little guy and need some direction.

new moots very encouraged to like this!!!!

[driftingballoons]

the treacherous grinding session I went through in BW2 suddenly starts to make a little more sense :)