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Sigewinne had recently acquired a new pack of stickers and with the traveler currently visiting the Fortress of Meropide, made a small challenge of seeing how many stickers she could slip on to her without notice.
She walked up behind Lumine, slipping a sticker on to her skirt before moving to be in her sight, "Hello Lumine! Hi Paimon," the melusine chirped, smiling at the two of them, "How are you two doing?" Her eyes scanned over the woman and her companion, silently inspecting for both injuries... and spots to hide a sticker, giving a small smile, "I hope you both are doing well and are uninjured."
@stelliferousduo
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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?
#mckinleyhq:starter#starters.#// sorry this is crappy but i needed some more interactions with peeps!#week 08.
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@anchoragestarters › closed starter. cap: four ( 6/4 ) DATE & LOCATION: june 25, dulce tierra winery & vineyard.
a week after the fire incident outside of the winery, jin had to come to take a look for herself ... but it wasn‘t like she was the town’s sheriff or anything. witness if it wasn’t fully burnt to a crisp. the woman had opinions of her own about the entire situation but kept her mouth tight-lipped. that won’t stop her from judging the hell out of anchorage’s townsfolks. heejin whirled the mahogany beverage in her wine glass (essentially feigning to be a connoisseur) she had in hand, holding the stem rather tightly to not let it slip from her grasp. heejin’s arm crossed over her chest, looking over the property and thinking she was on her own.
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“Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day...”
“...Preferably not to trap me in a creepy, smelly underpass without an umbrella. It’s quite annoying.”
#Open Starter#(Local ass-sassin trapped by freak rainstorm. News at 11.)#(Funny because it's the middle of winter here but it's been raining instead of snowing. Good going weather. 8T)#(Gotham probably has that crappy rain-sleet though lol. It's just that kind of place. x'D)
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it's sinday and Peter wants to kiss someone. Any volunteers?^^
(this is for young!Peter aged 19-22)
#ch. peter rumancek#fc. peter rumancek#starter call#send memes#or whatever#yes i made those crappy gifs
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Any mutual who likes this gets one of my muses in their inbox, horny AND FOR FREE. Just tell me which and it will be an explicit nsfw thread, no fading to black.
and the best thing? you choose the muse I'll send your way. as long as the ship isn't listed as a no-no, the ship doesn't violate my trigger policy or any of the sort OR it's Harwin/Geralt, those come with a doubling policy. - please keep in mind that some of my muses are either strictly gay/lesbian or asexual. two muses are explicitly transmasculine.
#crappy starter call#or just send in a reminder that i owe you a reply and you'll get that as long as it's the naughty kind
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( @anchoragestarters ) — CLOSED ! CAPPED: 5/4, FULLY CAPPED ! DATE & LOCATION: MARCH 15ᵀᴴ ↯ THE FLOWER BASKET
It was early — it was more like 11 o’clock in the morning, actually. She had no means of transportation, so she walked for fresh air. It was needed as they were starting to look like a ghost. Their sleeping schedule was more than screwed up, and they stood inside The Flower Basket. Random, surely, but she had a need to decorate her place with some plants, flowers... or whatever. “There are way too many to choose from. I think I might go haywire,” Alizka mumbled to herself, and they hoped they wouldn’t become too impatient. They probably should’ve dragged someone along... but they didn’t want to give them the burden of having to come with. “Um. Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but I forgot my glasses at home like the old lady I am - but do you happen to see any hydrangeas around the store?”
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chewing gum somehow always makes leon hungry. so, he turns around to the person he's walking alongside with. "you wanna eat?" he asks. "i might pass out if i don't soon."
@valpostart
#i apologize for this crappy starter but my brain cell said nope#assume connections if you want !#love you guys
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It was her first day back in Northknot and not much had changed. There were a few new businesses here and there and the vibe was a little different but everything else was mostly the same. She was walking down the main street after stopping at Cool Beans Cafe for her morning coffee when she was nearly run over by someone. "Whoa there," she said. "You're obviously in a rush but could you watch where you're going maybe? You nearly took me out."
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#closed starter for atticus villanelle ( @pcisxnivys ) ! DATE & LOCATION: january 10, 2024 ↯ outside the ivy restaurant.
after what seemed like a lifetime, eliana had planned to meet up with her son at the french eatery. what could possibly be better than going to her daughter-in-law’s establishment? though with anchorage’s freezing temperatures, she didn’t want to wait in the car any longer while her stomach was bellowing — a little too loud and desperate for food. maybe she was at fault for it... deeming she’s always on the move at the vet clinic. the woman was about to amble inside the ivy when she spotted a FAMILIAR silhouette getting out of their car. however, with age, her sight could likewise be deceiving her as she was presently squinting her eyes. “hmm, i should be able to spot him a mile away, but it’s probably not atti.” eliana mused, realizing she had forgotten her glasses in the car. oh, the joys of aging!
#。 * ♡ ◜ ˚ 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍 ╱ scenarios.#pcisxnivys#╰ * 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 › ATTICUS VILLANELLE.#Q.#i present to you a crappy starter for our mom and son duo!#lmk if anything needs to be edited; no matter how long this took me to write LOL
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tommy stared at the boy that looked almost identical to him. he could pinpoint the two major differences. one being the hair, the other being their eyes. tommy isn't sure what to say, his silver eyes narrowing at the other and wondering if this was his mind playing tricks on him. all he wanted was to relax before finding a place to crash for the night. "is this a joke?" the words come off heavy from his tongue, not caring about how his tone came across. he was a frustrated person as it was and just seeing something that was confusing made his frustration grow. // @wiiccant
#honestly i have no idea what this starter is#i will blame the crappy writing for my poorly made risotto
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@thesoulofasurvivor
Running into raiders or Fireflys or even small groups was to be expected, but rarely did she run into any kids wandering on their own. That seemed to be the case with this girl, however, Bailey, was it? There wasn’t much said between the two, just enough that Sydney was about 60% sure the girl wasn’t going to try and kill her...yet.
She didn’t necessarily ask for a traveling companion, the preteen just seemed to tag along like a lost puppy. They did seem to be heading in the same direction, though, and even though she felt the girl would just get in her way should anything pop off, how did the saying go?
Two heads were better than one?
Glancing over at the girl, she couldn’t help but notice how frail she seemed to be.
Was I THAT lanky when I was younger?
This world really knew how to force you to live in the present while also slowly making you go INSANE from the mistakes you made in the past. Bailey’s build reminded her of her brother, Max. He, too, was very thin, not that much muscle on him either, but man was the kid fast! Her gaze returned to the space in front of her, a sad smile playing at her lips at the thought of her younger brother as she shuffled through the grass.
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It has taken me 22 fucking years to get good at building in the sims but oh well. Here we are
#yes you read that right yes i’ve been playing the sims since i was 6 yes i’ve been mostly putting my sims in cardboard boxes that whole time#i don’t like how the premade lots look and i don’t really like downloading them either so i just. end up building my own crappy#little houses#but then i watched a video today where someone was showing off their sims 2 neighbourhood and it sent me over the edge#i was like i am GOING to make something that cute if it kills me#so i watched some building tutorials and picked up ideas. and i think they actually worked for me??#the advice was: don’t use autoroof (which had been my brother in arms for the past 22 years i’m ngl); focus mostly on the exterior#(the interior is going to be pretty acceptable regardless of what you do; is what they said) and make the house a bit smaller than what you#think it’ll need to be. and also use references#so i looked up inspiration (searched ‘starter homes’ on pinterest) and i built a really cute little house 🥹#the theme of the neighbourhood is american dream. or middle america style. white picket fences and siding rather than bricks#lots of plants and lots of trees and fairly simple but cute builds#i’m going to challenge myself to get the neighbourhood looking how i want it before i make sims and move them in (which is normally my#favourite part. in fact normally i make sims first and then build houses for them and the houses are always rubbish 🥲)#personal
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I wanted to write here but today was a bit of a dejecting day at work so my head isn't really in it. if tomorrow is better, I'll def get things done.
#𝘓𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 ˚☽˚ | ooc#I WILL WRITE THE STARTERS#but I'm not able to really think straight ... and I don't want to send you guys crappy starters...
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The sight of crows around the man wasn't at all uncommon; there were days when they would follow him like a shadow. Cawing, observing, ever so curious and cunning. Anyone else could question it. The image of a dark-haired man followed by a murder of crows was certainly eerie.
Today was no different. The black birds followed the man's every step, and the constant cawing and flutter of wings only added to the unsettling aura around them. Like a tension in the air, the pack of crows felt suffocating to everyone around, the black eyes sharp and judgemental. One would think it was an omen of an upcoming catastrophe. Yet, there was something different about the group today. Among all of the pitch black feathers, there was one that was completely white, its feathers iridescent, changing colours with each move. Setting sun only added to it; pure white feathers shone with beautiful shades, some pink, some blue. This one crow alone seemed to calm the entire group, soothing the eeriness around them, like a breeze of fresh air.
Although loyal followers, none of the crows would land and interact with the man if they weren't ordered to. Except this one, the white raven that seemed to stare at the man with admiration like no other. Was the antichrist aware of the crow following him? If not, he soon would be.
There's a moment of noise and a rapid flutter of wings. Few white feathers fall right around the man, and just a moment later, the white crow lands right in front of him. It stares at him before lightly bowing its head, beak pressed into the feathers and spreading wings evenly. It was clear that it wasn't just a normal raven. Nothing about it was normal. From the colour to its behaviour, everything was a sign that there's something more to it. The bird holds the bow for a moment before straightening again to look at the man in front of him, expectedly.
#closed starter#verse: children of the damned#//or a drabble if no one picks it up#//closed as in only for Lucius' muses#//posting it late cause I felt crappy about it earlier#//anyway
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My badly injured chicken died. I'm not surprised. She lived through Monday, but didn't eat or drink anything. Every time I moved her under the heat lamp, she shifted away from it. I think she was trying to find a place to pass.
The other one is doing well. It's been about a week and she's feisty. I moved a gentle buddy in with her for the day. I'll check on them multiple times today and make sure they are getting along. Hopefully, they can rejoin the flock in a couple of days.
My bully chicken is still in solitary confinement. She is to serve one week before an attempt at reintroduction. I'm hoping it goes well.
Seems like my birds are beginning their spring molt. Two of my bearded birds are shedding feathers around their faces. I spied some pin feathers on one of them. Maybe that's the reason for the sudden turn to aggressive behavior?
I have 2 chickens recovering from some serious over plucking. One already is nicely scabbed up and is acting like she's ready to go back to the flock. The other I just found this evening and is in serious condition. I'm hoping she doesn't go into shock in the night.
The bully in question is currently jailed in the old brooder cage. Other than separating her from the flock for a week and reintroducing her on her own later, is there any other option for keeping cannibalism from happening?
I don't want to cull my birds unless I've exhausted every other option.
I'm not a fan of getting a rooster since these girls are laying for consumption.
I have added some new toys to the run, but they don't seem interested in them.
Advice is encouraged and greatly appreciated.
#chickens#homestead#farm#im going to try to add some extra protein#either give them some starter grower feed again#or invest in black oil sunflower seeds#i dont have a ton of eggs to spare at the moment so i cant give them back to them yet#gosh they really picked a crappy time of year to lose their feathers
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