#here's the starter! B)

[jayjxmaybank]

“no,” jj’s voice cracked, thick with raw, broken emotion. “cause you don’t—you don’t understand!” his words were sharp, laced with pain. “i’ve got nothin’—nothin’ to lose, nothing to gain—but i did it for you anyway.” his teeth clenched so tightly it seemed like they might shatter, his jaw muscles tight with the effort to hold himself together.

he sucked in a shaky breath, feeling the pressure in his chest like a vice, the only relief coming when he pressed his hand over his heart. “but you don’t care. so why—” he threw his shoulders up in a defeated shrug and turned away. “why does it even matter? what does it matter what i do or don’t do, huh?” his hand, trembling and frantic, reached for his hat, yanking it off his head and spinning it backwards as if trying to erase everything. (open to all)

[shadowbrn]

❝ just once . . . i'd like to go somewhere and enjoy a day where no one is trying to kill me or kidnap me ! ❞

[eideticspider]

{✗} click the heart if you’d like a starter from cindy moon/silk! if you’re a multimuse blog, please specify which muse! length may be random!

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[devotionbled]

"Cherish your life. Your life."

Saw Prompts. || Accepting.

The Hideaway is a burial site, a fucking grave.

It is the resting place for comprehension. It is among the rolling halls, greenery’s abuse of man’s creation; Jote finds grief. To be left behind, to be lost; she thinks she has died && this forsaken place singing of hope, is foreign.

A petite body curls in on itself, boards shuddering beneath the steps of training / battle learnt, in the loving arms of benign hurt. She does not need to study the war of bones. She knows it well, the parry && the strikes of silvery blades, the wood of training swords.

The cursebreakers dance to the song of weary pain, adrenaline soaring to feast on pretend death.

The lamps are placid as dawn arises, light ebbing then flowing when newborn winds sink into nothingness. It is a sick reminder of loss. Liberty is a paradox, one she scarce believes. Jote’s body hunches over && her corpse disobeys her, nerves on fire—not the way she likes it, belly searing from flames. Training has ravished a body in exhaustion, but still, she defies.

You do not parry properly.

Strike fast.

Deflect.

The enemy does not care that you are tired.

Appearances deceive. Sometimes those with strength linger with a body small. Do not let me make my mark.

Demand after demand she howls, in reach of the taste of iron. Bloody regret seeps && she still seeks holy enervation. Pain flowers, nerves groaning in protest to wood shattering against ribs. She waltzes back; gaze foul. A sweep of the leg && her training partner falls.

Perspiration trawls for bare flesh, to pour. Jote lifts a palm, to sweep away the slickness.

Do you yield?

YES.

A dry swallow && a back turns, barracks to be entered. Timber twirls in a grip, gaze empty—ribs groaning beneath the efforts, bruising sure to crawl across flesh. A gaggle of men && boys linger—

Cherish your life. Your life.

Snatches of conversation && a clever mind latches.

“Miles,” she begins, eyes searching for a brand long seared away; a taller figure. She rolls the name over her tongue. “It’s Miles, is it not? Do you believe in liberation? To cherish one’s life, how is that defined?”

She thinks quietly again, that without creed she is a corpse destined for rot.

[paenseo]

hands u a starter call

[addolais]

putting out a lil 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 into the universe . . .

[cryingforcrocodiles]

Ask and you shall receive 🎁

JUDE!! JUDE BELLINGHAM!!! JUDE!!!

thank you thank you thank you THANK UUUUUU 🥹🥹❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

him with his brother <333 that reminds me of me and my sister so bad. im just. these r so. 🥹🥹 JOYFUL BABY! always adorable.

[qucintly]

Once again I have been very busy with writing projects and other irl things. I really want to get things restarted down here, so how about this impromptu starter/plotting call?

Like or Reblog to be added to the list of starters to be written, and feel free to DM me either through the Tumblr IM or Discord(if you have me added here) if you want a specific plot!

[jasnstilnski]

OPEN.

he enters the room cradling a pigeon in his hands, the bird looking oddly calm in jasons (slightly tight) grasp. the streets of new york are by no means clean, and pigeons found wandering the street are about as far from clean as it gets. on the bright side, hes got his latex gloves on, as well as a mask that has the slightest dirt stain on it, gained from a gentle kiss planted on the birds head. smiling wide, he raises his hands slightly, showing off his new friend.

[onehellofavacation]

starter call

*you know how these be, click like/plz specify ur muse or like IM if interested* -will be short/para maybe with icon -given i have ~memory issues~ better to just have an blank slate interaction *unless hit me up ooc etc then its less an issue* (this is not an promise of a revamp,it’s an attempt to establish more rp connections+an fun little experiment)

[grislyintentions]

Don't mind him if he's quiet. He's currently resisting the lull of sleep.

[mischiefmodig]

Tag Dump

( ic . ) \ / prince of asgard . rightful heir of jotunheim . odin son .

( ooc . ) \ / legend of D. B Cooper .

( dash comm . ) \ / I'll have that drink now .

( crack . ) \ / puny god .

( answered . ) \ / you may bring your urgent to me .

( queue . ) \ / the sun will shine upon us once again .

( meme . ) \ / the god of mischief .

( hc . ) \ / you think so little of me ?

( musings . ) \ / burdened by glorious purpose .

( albums . ) \ / another relic locked in a vault .

( music . ) \ / mothers lullabies .

( magnusmodig . ) \ / I remember a shadow. living in the shade of your greatness .

( odin . ) \ / birthright was to die .

( frigga . ) \ / trust my rage .

( thor . ) \ / I'm here .

( loki . ) \ / your savior is here .

( laufey/jotunheim . ) \ / the stories of monsters children are told .

( asgard . ) \ / the rightful king . betrayed .

( thread . ) \ / starter call .

( thread . ) \ / closed .

( thread . ) \ / open .

( thread . ) \ / drabble .

( saved. ) \ / have you come to gloat ?

( aevum isles . ) \ / this is madness .

( tva . ) \ / love is like a dagger .

( hiddleston . ) \ / where's the pudding .

[brightfemurz]

I've been talking about House MD to my dad and he just asked me whether he should watch it

if i get my dad to watch House MD it'll be my greatest achievement as a child

[nuclearspring-a]

@lerevers / "that doesn't seem healthy," says arcade pointlessly. the statement's futility becomes plain even before he's finished. "never mind," he says, passive aggression shining through. "by all means, go ahead. i'm sure you'll survive longer than i will."

he sits down somewhat miserably and places his plasma pistol gently on the table to pore over it. "well, this may not entirely be a lost cause." this vault hasn't been raided thoroughly enough that arcade thinks he won't find the tools necessary to make this fix.

the problem is getting to it.

"i don't suppose," he begins, "that you'd be willing to expend your ammunition so that i might have a working weapon again?" he blinks. "we're going to ignore the- never mind. uh. look, this is as much for your benefit as it is for mine."

[loyalpromise]

starter for @finalslay ( bigby ) from beauty !

          one  final  glance  was  shot  down  to  her  wrist.  twenty  minutes.  she  knew  that  if  she  didn't  move  fast  she'd  be  late  for  her  shift.  she  moved  as  fast  as  she  could,  in  her  wedge  heels,  towards  the  elevator.  the  stairs  just  weren’t  going  to  cut  it  at  this  rate,  especially  not  in  these  shoes.  in  an  attempt  not  to  break  her  ankle,  or  even  worse,  her  neck,  beauty  advanced  upon  the  elevator,  hand  reaching  out  in  a  futile  attempt  to  stop  the  doors  from  closing.

          “ hey ! ”  she  called  out,  “ wait !  hold  the  door ! ”

          she  was  honestly  more  than  a  little  surprised  to  see  a  hand  reach  out  to  prompt  the  doors  back  open,  but  not  at  all  ungrateful.

          “ oh,  thank  you— ”  she  sighed  out  in  relief,  stepping  into  the  elevator  as  her  eyes  finally  settled  on  bigby—of  course;  who  else  did  she  expect  to  find ?  it  seemed  like  they  had  a  habit  of  running  into  each  other  as  of  late.

          “ oh,  hello,  bigby, ”  she  greeted  him,  tone  soft,  yet  polite,  moving  to  stand  next  to  him.  “ how  are  you ? ”  small  talk  was  hardly  ever  comfortable,  but  she  found  that  the  silence  would  be  even  more  so.

[realmforged]

Being a member of the Astral Express was always fun, especially when he goes to tag along with the youngsters. Lawrence liked to act more like a chaperone than an actual aide since he didn't want to seem like he was doing too much for the others - especially for the newest addition from awhile back. Eden. A special anomaly of sorts but that didn't mean he wasn't fond of her. She was just peculiar, but wasn't the entire crew? Especially him. Not much was known about him after all. Lawrence was simply sitting down in the parlor car, lounging when he sees Eden pass him by and he waves to her hoping to beckon her over. There was something he wanted to show her, or share with her. Laid out on the table before him was a variety of snacks he brought with from The Xianshou Alliance- they hardly had time to sit down and actually taste any of the cuisine during the stay. So, he took it upon himself to bring some with! How courteous, right?

❝ Hey there, Eden. Want to have a snack with me? If you're not too busy, that is. ❞

starter call / @lunaetis ( eden )