#bad starter is bad sorry

[cup-bearer-ofthe-gods]

Open Starter:

Ganymede was sitting on the shore of the camp half bloods lake, just enjoying the sunlight and the serenity of it all. Olympus was quite busy these days with the impending rise of Kronos, leaving very little free time for the immortal cup-bearer. Ganymede had never visited camp before, so you don’t entirely recognize him at first.

[starlighthaiz]

so i did these skin care commercials since i'm the new face of neutrogena..go watch them i look totally cute, but anyway, they had me call myself the banker, and someone when i was getting my morning coffee asked me if i was actually a banker and if they could open an account..i don't have enough coffee in the world for this right now... @sfmstarter

[cxrsedmuse]

open to all ! event 001: masquerade, enchanted evening @inaducursehqstarters

Kaya, mystified by the lights and the music and the gowns, floated amongst the crowd. While her mask did conceal her face, she was certain almost everyone could tell who she was. There wasn't much anonymity to these things, at least not as much as she'd hoped.

She'd hoped to have a good night, prayed even. But when she'd spotted the demon across the room, she'd nearly fled all the way home. Instead, she stopped at the bar. The anger that rose into her throat when she saw him was nearly too much to bear.

Throwing a hand up to signal the bartender, Kaya ordered two shots, both for herself. She finished the first before the bartender finished pouring the second, then ordered one more for good measure. If she were to survive this crowded party full of all the scariest people in town, she would do it with a little extra confidence.

Unfortunately, someone caught her in the act. Not that she tried to be sneaky in her shot-taking, but she preferred not to be seen drinking her feelings. "What?" Kaya snarled. "It's a party."

[pomegrnate]

open to: m / f / nb / mutuals and non mutuals! setting: kyo is an introverted mess who never goes out of his apartments, he's trying badly to socialize and enter the bar down the steet but oops, he can't.

for him, the prospect of venturing beyond the confines of his home is a herculean task, a monumental feat of willpower that tests the limits of his resolve. each step towards the threshold of the bar is a battle against the relentless tide of anxiety and apprehension that threatens to engulf him. with each hesitant step, he confronts the specter of his own insecurities, grappling with the fear of judgment and rejection that looms large in his mind. as he stands on the precipice of the unknown, the cacophony of voices and laughter that spills from within the bar fills him with a strange mixture of longing and trepidation. yet, despite the allure of the unknown, he hesitates, his hand poised on the door handle, his heart pounding in his chest. 'shit' he whispered, not able to move an inch.

[xlcsinggrip]

✧.*― open starter / @exitiumstarters

the night was only have over and her shift had been rough. there was a bachelorette party that was causing a headache, and an added bonus of them not tipping very well either. she was trying her hardest to keep her powers in control or she could see herself needing to cut out early. thankfully her coworker showed up to cover her break, and the blonde made her way swiftly to the exit door for a smoke break, and hopefully some quiet.

[raisans-art]

hi, i just found this blog and was reading back on your current submas au. you say you dont like others giving ideas for the au, but unless i missed a post you didnt seem to make it clear any point before getting upset that you didnt like those types of messages or that you already had the story planned out. maybe you should make a post about this being an already written story your releasing bits at a time and not a wip au?

As I see it, that post is a version of that post that you mention. It wasn't an immediate issue, only cumulative because (at current and at time of that ask being sent) there was a larger volume of those kind of asks than there normally are when I start sharing an au that operates the way I'm operating this one: letting people ask questions about things that they are interested in learning about in the au rather than trying to tell a linear story.

So. As it stands, that answer stands as that post. I love questions about my aus. I just ask a bit of consideration on whether or not your ask comes off as simply throwing what-if scenarios at me without considering what I am at all doing with the au. It doesn't feel great.

I guess this post stands as a declaration of what Brothers' Starter is.

[shadowgamed]

"Ishizu."

For a moment, another name had been on the tip of his tongue. He can't quite place it, but regardless, that ridiculous sensation causes Seto's mood to sour even further than it already has - and the scowl on his face darkens with a look that to most would be intimidating.

Somehow, he doubts it is to her. And that thought irritates him enough to speak first.

"I was hoping you'd had enough of those nonsense tales of yours." There's no greeting, no further acknowledgement he gives her - instead, Seto speaks as rudely as ever, insulting Ishizu without a care in the world for how she might react. This is familiar territory to him - the struggle for power is a game he's played all his life, and he knows that it's always best to make the first move. But if she's waiting for him to slip up and show weakness... she's going to find herself sorely disappointed.

"Do you actually need something from me, or are you just trying to waste my time? For both our sakes, I'd rather we make it quick."

@universestreasures ( starter for ishizu! )

[sweetnxthngs]

closed starter for @itshoneys & @rowanelodie & @s3renities & @tctteredwings

where: Glow's Rest Zone, Aura Fest.

(this idea was borrowed with permission, this is group starter not a group thread!)

there's a chance this isn't exactly his scene anymore, musical festivals in general are new to him, but concerts? they were exactly his scene, david bowie was his first concert, after all. but that was twenty-seven years ago now, and here he is, after watching hozier play the best set he's seen in quite a while, he needs a rest. GLOW is one of his favorite clubs, his most frequented as of late, and so their rest zone is the one he finds himself in. the vibes are good, music playing and enough room that it doesn't feel overcrowded, but still, there are people in chairs and on couches all around. "I don't know if it's me showing my age, but I have no idea how people do this for three days straight, i'm barely handling one well," he says, laughter filling his voice, a partial truth, to the person next to him.

[skyfcx]

@asterismas (Amy) Liked for a Starter!

     The fox-kit was a transparent one. Never was he good at lying, never had he been one for masking that which his heart feels so fiercely. And, as such, it was quite obvious when the young one had a chip on his shoulder.

     Now, it was a rare occurrence, this much was true. He was wise enough to know that issues formed were better dealt with at the onset instead of letting them pile up in the far-off gutters of your mind. Even if it was hard, even if it was scary... he knew it was important to see things through. If such was performed, it would spare him and his friends a bit of grief in the long run.

     An anxious mind fought itself all the way to Amy's door. Did she even remember? It was so long ago, after all... Maybe it's better to just let the water under the bridge flow undisturbed? Would it be like digging into old wounds? Amy is the source of the passion he can now call his own. It was always terrifying when faced with the prospect of being on the bad side of Amy's passion.

     Apprehensive hands clamored around themselves. He really hoped she hadn't noticed the fox's recent reticence. Though, once again, it's not like he hid it well. The way sky-blue eyes failed to find a grasp in her emerald greens. The way conversations had lately been cut short from a lack of things to say, that awkward silence usurping until each party moved onto whatever task they next had in front of them. He didn't want her to feel bad, never was that his intent. He was just taking the time to prepare his words.

     That script of his was run through a thousand times. The plausible reactions she could have. The hypothetical end result to be produced from this action. ...Most were worse-case scenarios fueled by burbling anxiety, he'd be a fool to not acknowledge that. So the only thing to do was enact the plan and see how well it survived on the field.

     A light wrap of his knuckles knocks against her door. And when it's pulled open?

     "Hi, Amy... Sorry, this might be abrupt and stupid, but I've been... i-it's been on my mind recently and it hasn't gone away, so I feel like that means it's maybe a bigger deal than I had thought. You might not even remember, I dunno, so... just disregard this if it's just small potatoes."

     A scratch to the back of the head. He's stalling. Just spit it out, genius. "Do you, uh... do you remember when we got in each other's faces about science and magic? It was way back, and it hit me like a G.U.N. truck when I realized that I... I never apologized to you for all of that. I was too hardheaded to realize that you were genuinely upset by my dismissal of something you take very seriously. All because I perceived it as different and weird.

     I'm so sorry about that, Amy. After how many times you guys've allowed me to ramble ad nauseam about a bunch of mechanical technobabble, it sucks that I even theoretically disallowed you to comfortably do the same about the things you're passionate about. So, again... I'm really sorry about that. If you're willing, I wouldn't mind hearing about how magic works. I've semi-recently discovered some compatibility between magic and my equipment, so... a fundamental understanding of how it works wouldn't hurt. I-If you wanna, of course."

[nataliavega]

WHERE: anywhere you can throw trash away on campus. WHO: open.

Nat had spent the first forty-eight hours following the Valentine’s party with her heart in her throat, panicking at the implications of the message she’d received from one of her anonymous roses. It had sat there on her desk, openly mocking her, before she decided to rid herself of it once and for all. It’d been almost therapeutic, ripping the message into dozens of tiny, unreadable pieces. She’d considered setting them on fire, but the chances of that going wrong and drawing attention were just too high to consider. 

Going well out of her way to drop them in a trash can nowhere near her dorm or any of her classes was probably overkill, but better safe than sorry, right?

She balled the shredded message up in a tight fist as she marched across campus, her mind racing through who and why and every question in-between before all but slamming the pieces into the trash. She huffed and rubbed her palms down her thighs before straightening and turning to march all the way back home. “Jesus!” She let out a startled cry as she came face to face with someone, her hand flying to her throat as she sucked in a steadying breath, biting back some immediate knee-jerk reaction to start pointing blame at someone else before they could do it to her. Like she should have a guilty conscience about throwing something away. She fought to compose herself, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and laughing a little nervously. “Sorry, you scared me.”

[recitedemise]

It's an addicting feeling harnessing all this chaos. In fact, it propels him ever higher and the damned fury of the heavens feels to simmer in his veins. Breathing deeply, Gale beholds it now, that stretch of earth made a field of a freshly turned graveyard. Their enemies have burst, lumps ruptured in a manner of bog-rot to flesh, and at the tips of his fingers, he yet feels the tremor of their life-song. In his throat, he tastes soil, and in his bones, there swells pride.

Goodness, he's getting stronger every day, bolder and surer in both force and might. He returns from his headspace, regarding his companions as the dust settles at last. The wizard, their necromancer, glows in the aftermath. "Well, that's certainly one way to take care of things, isn't it?" he wonders aloud.

OPEN.

[starsdrew]

◟ ⋆ ❛ closed starter   ; snow white for anyone. @hollowedmagic

◟ ⋆ ❛ “  what  time  is  it  ?  ”  she  asked  ,  slightly  confused  .  “  i  must've  let  the  day  get  away  from  me  or  something  .  i  wasn't  expecting  you  yet  .  ”

[deathchasing]

@simulamortem

No one ever said it would be easy to track down Revenant's abodes within King's Canyon, but so far it had turned out to be less of a challenge than Octane had anticipated. Dr. Somers wouldn't divulge any information about how she'd paid the simulacrum a visit once upon a time, on her mission to jailbreak Ash's brain-- said it was too dangerous, wouldn't put him at risk. Thanks, mom. Pathfinder, on the other hand, had been all too eager to talk to Octane, though he'd noticeably avoided elaborating on whatever conversation had transpired between him and Revenant. Admittedly it was unusual for the MRVN, but Octane chalked it up spooking at Revenant's less than amicable nature.

Descending into the maintenance tunnels, though, still gave him cause for apprehension. Away from the oppressive heat of the surface, it was cool, humid, dark. Not exactly cramped, but less room than Octane would have liked if he wanted to make a run for it. Not that he'd need to. Probably. Made the stakes a little more entertaining, at least. Either way, despite how much ground he covered, it felt like the labyrinth beneath the map went on forever, and he didn't like it. After awhile the surroundings blurred, doors and walls all looked the same. Too obstinate to accept he was lost, he ventured further into the deep. His perseverance paid off - eventually he found himself wandering through the remains of what had once been Revenant's old production facilities beneath Skulltown.

The problem was that no area he passed through felt particularly lived in. Revenant did not leave behind the typical signs of human inhabitancy. But Octane was inevitably curious about the ruins and the old frames and lingered a little longer here, refreshed by the change in scenery despite the derelict conditions. If Revenant knew he was here-- and he probably did-- he'd show up if he wanted to. Octane wasn't sure what to expect from him. The possible reactions ranged from mildly annoyed to downright hostile, depending on what kind of day he'd caught the sim on. He wasn't especially worried either way, but that was often what landed him in the most trouble.

[endternal]

WHERE: outside sweet cheeks cabaret WHEN: 1st may WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: none for now

Perhaps it went without saying that events like these were, well, not exactly Karam's scene. He'd likely have garnered himself a reputation for avoiding them were it not for the fact that he was, by his own design, too elusive to even cross anybody's mind. Yet, the only force in Karam's life stronger than the burning desire to be left alone at all costs was his morbid curiosity – he'd noticed the sordid pattern of town events ending in strange, often tragic, ways and had been keeping a watchful eye on things. Yet, despite these noble goals, he'd barely spent much time inside the building before a stranger made brief eye contact with him and he was so rattled that all he could think to do was abruptly march away from them (although not without swiping a plateful of chicken from the buffet first). Now, instead, he was squatting outside, just by the entryway, and tearing chunks out of a chicken wing with his teeth.

Or, at the very least, he was trying to. The regular comings and goings of bodies through the doorway made things a little trickier than he might have liked. One of these bodies brushed past him, grazing his arm with just enough force that he lost his grip on the wing he'd been eating and dropped it. On the ground. In the dirty old asphalt. He lifted his head to shoot this stranger a withering look, only to discover it was the same person he'd already escaped indoors. "You," he said, his irritation barely restrained, "are a nightmare."

[mxvuika]

starter for @snezhnayain-carrot-top! hope you like it :D

Mavuika had been taking the opportunity of the war ending to go on as many holidays as possible and explore other nations. So far, she had travelled through Sumeru's desert and taken a detour to Fontaine, the nation of Hydro and Justice.

Whilst walking through Erinnyes, the Pyro Archon came across someone camping in the wild. At first glance, he looked exhausted and weak, but with a second look Mavuika could identify him as the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger: Childe. She had no need to be cautious — after all, she was an Archon, one who had managed to best Il Capitano in battle — but still she walked up to the camp slowly.

❝ hello? are you alright? ❞ she asked carefully.

[engraveyou]

to  say  everything  jordan  had  planned  for  the  evening  went  south would  be  an  understatement.  having  been  listening  to  his  police  radio  and  gathering  intel  on  the  streets  for  the  past  weeks  surrounding  a particular weapons  sale  taking  place  tonight,  he  had  formulated  a  plan  to  infiltrate &  stall  the  exchange  to  give  authorities  an  upper  hand.  what  jordan  failed  to  anticipate ?  the now  obvious  fact  that  one  of  the  people  he  spoke  to  had  set  him  up.  unbeknownst  to  him,  both  parties  became  aware  of  someone  snooping  for  info  attempting  to  sabotage  the  job.  needless  to  say,  jordan  received  more  than  he’d  bargained  for :  his  ass  handed  to  him &  a  concussion  that  would  have  him  seeing  double.  upon  narrowly  escaping  without  being  tailed,  the  adrenaline  in  his  body  sends  him  dashing  off  into  the  rainy,  misty  night,  legs  on  autopilot  toward  the  only  place  he  can  think  of.  chanelle’s  home.  he  spends  a  good  few  minutes  pacing (  read : limping )  beneath  her  window,  contemplating  if  he  should  really  be  doing  this  —  if  he  should  really  be here.  yet  he  finds  himself  scaling  the  slippery  fire  escape  to  make  it  up  to  her  apartment.  biting  back  a  wince,  he  raises  an  arm  to  softly  rap  at  the  glass,  the  other  wrapped  around  tender  ribs.  body  leans  against  the  frame  for  support  as  he  waits  for  her,  chest  rising  and  falling  with  shallow  breaths,  trying  his  best  to  stop  from  chattering  his  teeth.  “  i  …  i  hope  i  didn’t  wake  you.  “  he  exhales  quietly  when  she  opens  her  window,  a  weak  smile  forming  on  his  split  lip  despite  himself.  ow,  ow.  “  i  just  um  —  i’m  not  doing  too  hot  right  now ?  and  i  didn’t  know  where  else  to  go.  “ there’s  nowhere  else  i’d  feel  safer.  “  …  can  i  come  in ?  “

@supercutts