#hope this works for you as a starter!

[sourhydrapplin]

@destinybcnds

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Word had gotten to him that the new arrival in Blueberry Academy was somewhat of a minor celebrity. An exchange student from Paldea, and knowing that Paldea only had one academy, Kieran already suspected a specific person who could potentially be that new arrival. Despite his deep hopes that it wasn't her.

He'd learned that they were currently in the cafeteria of the academy, apparently having let themself be talked into a 'date' by fucking Drayton. Of course he'd try to reach his grimey antennae out for whatever easy new pawn he could get.

The doors to the cafeteria violently swung open as she pushed them, but Kieran paid basically zero mind to wether or not he'd accidentily broken them or hurt someone. Instead those serpentlike eyes scanned the shocked crowd in the room for Drayton, certain that this newbie would be with him.

When he picked out that tuft of white hair, Kieran's approach was weighted with barely contained irritation. "Where are they?" he barked at the dragon trainer, only to then realize who it was that was sitting beside the obnoxious other boy.

"... Kotone-?!"

[violinist-rachel]

An old photo!

[mcflymemes]

you cannot blame other people for your own inaction. you cannot complain on the dash about not having any interactions or threads when you've never replied to all the plotting messages, starters, or ask memes waiting for you in your inbox. i understand that the social aspect of rp can be paralyzing for many, and of course our lives irl take high precedent in terms of priority, so please don't mistake this as a demand for constant replies or a constant presence on the dash (that would be utterly unhealthy and completely unfair to expect from anyone; that's not at all what i'm talking about here).

instead, i'm talking about the times you are online and are here to write and have fun, and the times you are looking for new plots, new threads, and new dynamics. if other people have made contact, sent memes, wrote you starters, and all of these means of communication have gone unanswered... how can you grumble and moan on the dash about not having any interactions? reply to those ask memes. answer those plotting IMs. post a starter call. reblog memes. hunt for that old starter someone wrote you weeks ago and finally reply. if this is your hobby, and you want to have fun writing with other people, you can't let them do all the work. you need to contribute. you need to put in some effort, and the fun will follow.

[bullet-rebuttle]

Being an actor was..tough to say the least. There was almost always someone out there who recognized him, disguise or no. So when he saw a small library he rushed into a private room to get a break from people..before noticing from someone there.

“Er! Ah..apologizes for intruding on your time, hun..!”

@morals-and-florals

[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 ? ❜

[vendettavalor]

Invasive Species

⚔️ Closed starter for @sonorous-eisfyl ⚔️

It's unusual to see a Lagombi in an environment such as this. Far from the snow-covered, mountainous terrain of tundras or taigas where their fur kept them sheltered from the cold. Where their bellies were adapted to glide across freshly fallen powder, their claws evolved to gather it up in tightly packed boulders of ice to hurl at perceived threats. The warm, humid climate of the dense woodlands were hardly a place for such a ginormous, furry creature. Its coat should be heavy on his form, its legs quivering as they sink into soft, muddy earth covered in moss and shrubs that tangle in its claws.

But... it seems largely unaffected.

If the weather is too warm for it, it's not letting that fact on. It doesn't show any signs of distress or discomfort as it lopes through the underbrush, pressing its snout into foliage to pick out tender stems and leaves to graze on. If anything, the creature seems remarkably comfortable with this environment- if just the slightest bit jumpy. It pauses frequently, ears rotating to listen in for any strange sounds. And when it hears nothing, it hops along, head to the ground sifting out yet more delicious plants to nibble on.

Slowly it makes its way, onward and onward, until the gaps between trees reveal what looks to be the entrance to a monster den. Its home perhaps? The Lagombi makes its way along the border of the clearing, continuing to nibble at the foliage, unbothered and unaware.

[toranoya]

Working out!

@heaven-said

Archangel Gadreel floated down from the heavens, his wings a soft shimmer of light, and landed silently next to his twin brother, Gabriel. The fierce warrior angel was doing push-ups, each movement steady and deliberate, his muscular arms rippling with divine strength.

Gadreel, always the playful one, folded his wings and tilted his head, watching for a moment with a smirk. Then, without warning, he perched himself on his twin’s back, crossing his legs as if he were sitting on a cloud.

"Really, Gabby?" Gadreel teased, resting his chin on his hand. "Aren't your arms big enough yet? Don’t blame me when you outgrow your armor. You should have come last night, it was a fun party." Thus explaining why Gad's normally blond hair was multi-colored once again.

[essentiamortis]

she pushes her back against the wall, watching as other demigods comingled with or avoided the monsters aboard the ship. the atmosphere of the princess andromeda has changed drastically since kronos told control of luke's body. it's almost ritually now how often she cast her protection spells over her own mind and for luke's soul. kronos could fool the others, maybe himself, into believing that luke castellan was dead but not her. she could feel his tortured soul still fighting, see it behind those golden eyes. those eyes that haunt her nightmares, kronos' laughter echoing around her while thousands of motionless corpses scatter a battleground. mortals and demigods alike, cities reduced to ashes...

"ethan!" the sight of the son of nemesis frees her from her own miserable thoughts. the witch is quick to catch up to him, slowing her pace to match his. "do you have a moment to talk? i know things have absolutely insane since you joined."

@counterpoiise | starter call.

[mc-adarsh]

CLOSED STARTER for @tejvirani location: AT THE HUB timestamp: EVENT 02: PART 01: THE DRONES

The place seemed in disarray, which was fair, given the amount of huge robot hornets and what little anyone could do to stop them. They were flying by in droves, or coming at people in groups of three or more. Some people were hiding, some were trying to stop them, mostly it seemed as if these things had all gotten a plan told to them before setting for the beach, and then somewhere upon arrival half of them had forgotten the directive. Meanwhile, Adarsh, resident healer, was trying to do his part. He had a moment to shine here, a situation in which he could both test out his ability, and gain some good will among the populus. There really wasn’t a better moment. 

He felt the results of the healing however, the exhaustion that slowly seeped into his bones. He’d rest at the medi-centre later. Right now he went places where there were plenty of people, where he had the possibility to use his powers. 

And the hub certainly managed to take the cake. And it seemed safe for exactly three seconds before the chaos started. The buzzing rippled through the air as suddenly a large group of the robots flew overhead and descended towards the place. 

Adarsh’s eyes widened slightly before he started kicking furniture aside so people could run away faster. He bumped into a familiar face, the handsome one from the warehouse, as people started screaming and trying to get away from the location.

[siiinfully]

starter for @dino-king-rex from jennifer c.

[ sms ] going to see a band 2nite! going w/ needy <3 [ sms ] talk l8r?

Low Shoulder might have been an indie band, but a band was a band. It did help that the lead singer was cute, and she hoped that by attending, she would catch his eye and end up at least having some fun that night. But she couldn't help message her other best friend before leaving, just in case he decided to drop by her house later.

Those were the last messages she sent him, not until she managed to drag herself from the riverbank all the way up to his home. Jennifer had exhausted most of her energy by then, and she could only rock the rocking chair out on the porch until one of the backrest's spindles until it banged against the wall.

....someone help me.....

[chosesun]

the plan had gone horribly wrong. he was with Ben when he was hit with some sort of liquid- some sort of potion that once he'd drank it unbeknownst to him, it had changed him into something new - well, something young. one moment, he was jedi master Luke Skywalker, and a moment later he was tiny with tiny fingers and a face that could hardly be turned down. he was ten years old again, with a curiosity so big it failed to contain him.

"Ben," he says, pulling at his nephew's robes. "Ben !! i want milk. i'm thirsty." it's weird to be this tiny again, but Luke knew nothing different. apparently with his altering state, Luke's memory of who he was before was almost completely gone. he had no idea who he was other than who he had been at ten years old- though it was clear he remembered his nephew. it's confusing. he's just as confused as his nephew probably is- having no idea how to deal with the situation other than to take care of his dear uncle.

looking up at Ben with those big wide blue eyes of his, a smile is brought out across his face, shaggy blond hair falling over his eyes as he flaps his arms in his sleeves. they haven't got him new clothes yet, so he's just wearing a shirt over his tiny frame. it's too big for him. "can we get me some clothes ? when can i see Leia ? you said you'd take me to see Leia!!"

@fallesto gets a babu Luke for Kylo

[3katanas]

@raiiryuu semi-plotted Starter!

It had taken a few days to get the Guild Hall looking back to normal. Removing the signal of the idiots that had taken it from them while they were gone and cleaning up the mess they'd left behind. He'd spent most of that time in the gym, getting the machines and weights back in order.

Now that it was sparkling clean and ready for use he'd arrived early that morning. Falling easily back into his normal routine when not out on a mission or trip with the others. Muscles warmed slightly from the walk here he set right in on his weight training. Easily working through his warm-ups before setting in on his reps.

Gaze flicking towards the door at the sound of someone else entering he spotted the distinct blonde hair and lightning scar. Vaguely remembering Natsu and the others calling him Laxus from his few brief encounters with the dragon-slayer. His chin dipped in greeting towards the other when their eyes met as he rose from the mat he'd been doing one armed push-ups on. "You're Laxus right?"

[the-haunted-office]

(A starter for @alabonshay!)

Dorian hadn't meant to make its newest little inhabitant feel trapped when it started closing all the doors in the hallway. It had only meant to herd her away from the rooms it knew were already occupied, thus sparing her from walking in on their occupants and causing a fuss.

Well, it seems a fuss was bound to be caused anyway, because now she's raising her voice and demanding to be let out.

Oh dear. Dorian has to fix this!

"Wait wait wait, hold on there, just a moment, I'm- I'm not- This isn't what it looks like, now!" its panicked voice cries, with no visible source of where it is coming from. If anything, the voice seems to be coming from the air itself. "I'm not holding you captive, ma'am! I'm just- I'm not- There are people in those rooms, right, and quite a few of them are sleeping. And I'm afraid if you were to go right into them, especially shouting like that, you'll wake them, and I really don't want that happening, so if you could just- If you'll just-"

A door opens at the end of the hallway waggling back and forth on its hinges in the hopes of getting the dendie's attention.

"Here! Down here! This door, right here, please! Come on down here, and you'll see that you aren't trapped, now. I wouldn't recommend leaving me, but at least you'll see that you aren't being held captive, and- Oh, bother, that didn't come out right, did it? But- Aw, just, please come this way, miss?"

[alabonshay]

@ethereallyloved

The guard had been stuck to Evergreen's side since she had entered society as Lady. Through the gardens, through the woods, at the near corner of every ball, along the dirty streets of the perilous Old World, during the height of the social Season, Aurora loomed by her side. Although Lady Evergreen did not see the nervous looks of her acquaintances as they talked and laughed together, she knew how guarded they were. She knew how they shuffled around, how their fingers tapped at their drinks, how they always looked back to the same corner. How some jokes were never finished, out of fear of being understood the wrong way.

Lady Evergreen had been smiling a moment ago, out on the lawn, glittering with lights, and the gentle murmur of the partygoers. She was about to tell Aurora a story, as if a friend. Now, the Lady watched in horror as a shape of pink frills and lace cowered in the grass, at her rabid dog's mercy.

Yes, the Lady felt the tug on her pocket-watch. The other must have caught on her chain. No, there wasn't a chance her mother's heirloom was being stolen from her. It wouldn't be, not in such a safe place. She did not recognize this dendie, but that hardly mattered.

She balled her fists, her heart twisting for the innocent. Her muscular shoulders strained against her silk evening coat. She was not as useless as everyone said. Why did Aurora always ruin everything? Why couldn't she ever have a moment of peace? Why was it that no one thought she could take care of herself?

"Let go!" she shouted, "Let go!" Lady Evergreen launched towards Aurora like a cannon shot, attempting to tackle her.

[attroxx]

@of-elitiism | closed starter.

𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙄𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙓 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙄𝙈. it's raining, harder than yesterday if that was at all possible. he'd sequestered himself to the other side of the church, hoping to keep dry. that was until he heard rustling. no one ever came out this far into the country. most knew not to. but someone is here and felix cannot help but feel that his space has been invaded.

❛ who're you ? i'd leave if i was you. ❜

[curiositymemes]

MISTER MAGIC SENTENCE STARTERS : PART TWO.

taken from the 2023 novel by kiersten white. trigger warnings for unreality, trauma, religion, and cults. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

“what do we say about crying?”

“you had a lot of nightmares.”

“at least i don’t snore?”

“i wouldn’t mess with her / him / them.”

“that was really kind. thank you.”

“it’s just what i was supposed to do all along.”

“why do you have it?”

“don’t you remember— no, i guess you don’t.”

“please take this as kindly as possible, but what the hell does that mean?”

“i forgot what a dork you can be.”

“only you could make me do this. you’re as pushy as ever.”

“is this what prom was like?”

“i hate missing free food.”

“we just have to wait a little longer. you’ll see.”

“we could go be beautiful somewhere else, instead.”

“or your ass is mine.”

“what is she / is he / are they doing here? i can’t deal with her / him / them, not right now. not ever.” 

“you know how important tonight is to me.” 

“i’ve worked a long time for this.”

“take me with you. i can’t do this alone.”

“wasn’t it the best?”

“i’ve lived here my whole life.”

“angels were everywhere, if you knew how to recognize them. if you knew how to make a deal.”

“suffer the children, you know.”

“not everything needs a reboot.”

“go home and cry joylessly into your still-in-the-box transformers.” 

“someone’s got to compensate for my terrible influence in his life / her life / your life / their lives.”

“lol delaware isn’t a real place.”

“what is all this talk of killing and death?”

“you’re here now, and you’re going to fix it. you’re going to make it right. you owe us that much, don’t you?”

“i don’t like to think about what happened; the pieces don’t make sense.”

“guess i was wrong about not needing to sneak in our own booze. luckily, i’m always prepared.”

“please don’t tease me.” / “i would never.” 

“everyone will stare.” / “they’re all staring anyway.”

“you! you broke everything!”

“what was that?”

“we won’t let them / him / her do this to you.”

“whatever else she is / he is / they are, name’s a loyal friend.”

“you need this. don’t let them know you have it.”

“you deserve— you all deserve to know.”

“can we get out of here?”

“come on. we’re going to make a bonfire.”

“i woke up in the middle of the night and it was glowing.”

“how do you know how to do this?”

“i can build a fire, administer basic first aid, and bullshit my way into making older people think i’m trustworthy.”

“he / she / they / you didn’t protect me from that.” 

“i’ve never not been a mom / dad / parent.”

“that’s the only time i ever got to be a kid.”

“don’t be a little shit.”

“you never forget the lesson that they would rather destroy you than let you inconvenience them.”

“it’s hard, and you’re doing it anyway.”

“fucktrumpet! shitgibbon! cockwomble!”

“be serious for once!”

“i need to know what happened to her / him / them / you / us.”

“anyone who was looking for you, anyone who took the trouble to find you: they’re not your friend.”

“you have to get out of there. now.”

“you can’t get better until you’ve hit rock bottom. you know that.”

“what if forgetting is a gift?” 

“i wish i could forget it.” 

“we missed you, name.”

“you didn’t give up, even when it got hard and a little scary. sometimes things are a little hard and scary. that’s when we need each other the most.”

“i am losing my mind.”

“i missed you the most.”

“i want it back.”

“i can’t force you to do it. but i need you to do this for me. for us.” 

“weird vibe in here, you guys.”

“please, come with me. nothing here is good for you.”

“i know that sounds sad but it wasn’t.”

“don’t look at me like i’m the one who’s being a bitch.” 

“what the hell? how is that possible?”

“tell me whether i saw what i think i saw.”

“how long have you been down here?”

“we don’t say that.” / “why not? they’re just words.”

“so really, all words are magic. something from nothing.”

“you were always good at words, weren’t you? good at making the others do what you wanted.”

“i’m tired of talking.”

“nothing is more powerful than imagination.”

“we all chose what to remember. or what to forget.”

“maybe it’s a deepfake.”

“fuck me. fuck me, fuck me. fuck all of us.”

“i’m sorry. i’m really, really sorry. i didn’t know.”

“i’ll see what they want.”

“name. fuckface. fuckface junior.”

“dunno what i did, dunno how to fix it, don’t really care.” 

“i’m going with you. we do this together.”

“you all realize this is insane, right? this is how we die.”

“at least i’ll go out doing what i love: being an absolute fuckwit making the worst possible choice.” / “no. being an absolute fuckwit making the worst possible choice in the best possible company.”

“is that how it was always supposed to feel?”

“i’m ready to break things.”

“i never would have left you.”

“i won’t let anything happen to you.”

“give me my fucking friends back.”

“tell me how to get you out of here. tell me how to fix it.”

“i believe in you. you protected us all back then, when we didn’t even know you were doing it. let us help you now.”

“we have to buy her / him / them / you time.”

“we should do what we do best.”

“it’s all still here.”

“let’s summon a demon!”

“this is so trippy! and stupid. i think it’s mold.”

“it’s not better in here, name. i know it feels like it could be, but it’s not. it never was.”

“you haven’t forgotten who you were, but you’re even better at it.”

“name is fucking with people who don’t have his / her / their best interests at heart.”

“that’s gotta be driving them insane to watch.”

“i’m nothing without it. i’ve never been anything without it.”

“you’ve always been enough by yourself. no one has ever been as loyal and smart and funny and fierce and deeply, deeply annoying as you.”

“i want to be a person. whole. happy with just myself. but how do we do that?” / “therapy.”

“in today’s session, i’d like to revisit the period of your childhood that was controlled by a minor deity in a pocket universe.”

“you’re all so stupid.”

“i love you, and i’m so proud of you.”

“you came back for us after all, name. i always knew you would.” / “really?” / “no. but i love being wrong. i’m really good at it.”

“he’s / she’s / they’re gone. you’ve always been good enough. you can do this alone.”

“i would have loved you so well.”

“you stayed.” / “i stayed.”

“go on. i believe in you.”

“you know what that’s like, if you let yourself remember.” 

“it’s not perfect, but it doesn’t need to be.”